Friday 20th April 2018
Lao: ວັນສຸກທີ່ 20 ເມສາ 2018
0335hrs: I woke up, initially full of apanthropinisation, a reversal of the brain’s general confusion, worrying and fearing everything whatever came into it. As a rule, I’d lay there fretting about whatever and searching for something to puzzle over, speculate about, weigh up or be scared of. Often resulting in dysania. But not this morning. At least not for long, the inner panic and sense of failure would soon return. Not yet though, for I unceremoniously arose, with the stomach grumbling away and Duodenal Donald giving me gip and found myself in the kitchen doing the Health Checks with no memory of my getting there.
As I was putting the kettle on, I caught my frightful reflection in the window. The face had the Spotty-Muldoon blotches again, like yesterday morning, although not so aggressively this time?
I wondered if it might be the tiny insects nibbling at me, as they flood into the flat through the holes and cracks in the walls that had not been plastered yet? Or was it something to do with nerves? Either way, the panicky, fearful-of-life mode returned, and anything to fret over came into my poor tortured brain again. The visitation from the apanthropinisation had ended. I enjoyed those few minutes of freedom from concerns.
Back to my regular ‘Getting worked up, get in a fluster, get overwrought, be on tenterhooks’ modus operandi and philosophy. Humph!
Off for a wee-wee.
Then, when I went to attach the sphygmomanometer, I found the Nurse Ann donated blood-taking scar on the arm, had turned into a right looking mess. Next time I see her, this will be my fault of course. I made a brew and did the Health Checks.
The sys was up a tad, the pulse gone down a bit, but the calefaction remains somewhat high, but physically I felt alright in myself. I’d best not mention the mental aspects of how I feel. Hehe!
Off for a wee-wee.
Got the computer going, it started alright today. Sorted the photographs to use. Started off this diary.
Then went to finalise the Thursday post. Got it sent off. Did some WordPress Reading, then a few comments to reply to and make.
Changed all the things from the heavy coat to the sleeveless multi-pocketed one. I expect to get sarcastic comments about still wearing such a lot of clothing mind.
Got the ablutionalisationing and medicationalisationing tended to. Surprise, no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold at all, and only the tiniest bit from the lesion. Hurray and yippee!
Set off on my mission to get some Liquid Paraffin, for the plates-of-meat and picker-upper. Out through the maze and along Chestnut Walk to the cabin to await the bus.
I took this rather picturesque shot of the flats with the new build in the centre. Coming 
on in leaps and bounds now, the Extra Care block is.
Warm out there. But I have to wear long sleeves and keep a hat on in the sunshine. Else the skin cancer gets worse, and it affects the Warfarin level a lot.
Got in the hut, and it was soon filled with tenants. I had a smile, laugh and chattering session or two, with the others.
I did, ask expected, receive a sarcastic, “Ain’t yo warm in all that bloody gear?” I calmly pointed out that the skin cancer affects me badly in this weather, I have to keep the sun off of myself – Why does this bother you then?” He wasn’t bothered and just said “Oh!” sneered at me giving the up & down stare and left. I departed to join the smoker-residents outside when the bus arrived. I had a go at the crossword book, and did reasonably well on it, en route.
I got off and poddled to the Wilko store and had a look around for some Liquid Paraffin (At least I think that is the name of it.) I came out worse off financially, but no paraffin available. It appears the yar going to stop selling their own label softener and granules. Shame! I love the scent of these products. However, I thought the sign said they had reduced them down £1 a pot, so I got three while I could. I also purchased a packet of sweet almonds, citrus aerosol sprays and some small Milky Bars for the nibble-box.
Paid the lady on the till and went out to search for the paraffin and picker-upper.
The Nottinghamians were out in force today. Presumably to get the sunshine while it lasts.
The beggars, street musician, Big Issue sellers and even a few of the imitation Police Officers were spotted. With their hands in their pockets or chatting away with members of the opposite sex mostly! Hehe!
I noticed amongst the shopper, many of the old folk were dressed like I was.
Then I called in the Poundland Store, to see if they had any of the things I was looking for. Of course, they had not, but I did come out having spent a bit there too. They had some large bottles of the Zoflora Citrus disinfectant at £2. Which is cheaper than those at Morrisons (£2.69) and Asda (£2.59). So I bought one. And another two citrus air sprays, 2 for a quid.
I made my way towards the slab square.
Calling in three different shops in search of a new picker-upper to replace the broken one I fell on having my last nasty dizzy spell last week.
I had no luck at all. I’ll have to get to see Penny and ask her when she is going to Derby, I’d like to go with her. Then I can have the pleasure of her company and have a look in the disabled shop in the Eagle shopping mall for the picker-upper.
I cut through Climber Street into the slab square.
The corner where a gang of mock-musicians usually locate themselves in a closed down shop doorway, a young man was playing the keyboard. (Well, I think that’s what it’s called anyway). As I approached, I spotted several mugs of takeaway coffee behind one of his speakers and thought, well, at least he can’t be doing too bad then. On my turning the corner, there were three other blokes. One with an upturned Industrial Cleaner tub. And two more toying with… well, I don’t know it was. But they had more speakers, and I think what a bass-booster, attached to the instruments. They were sharing what to me, looked like a suspiciously long and thick roll-up. Haha!
Eventually, I got to the City Centre Square. And, I took a few photographs of the Nottingham students, unemployed, shop-lifters, alcoholics, potential muggers, two-imitation police officers, takeaway food delivery pavement cyclists, the stink from the eight coffee shops in sight, TWOC convicted metal thieves, addicts. Going bankrupt shop staff having a fag and selling products from the shop to the students (Cheaply, mind), and pick-pockets enjoying the sunshine. (Hehe, only joking… I think!)
Up Queen Street to the bus stop. Some more Nottingham Street Art on the bench.
The L9 arrived, and I got on along with one other bloke. At the first stop along, where regularly, I would expect several of the flats tenants to get on the bus, there was only one gal, Norma I think.
We couldn’t have a gossip, cause she at far away on the side-saddle seats with her deadly four-wheeled shopping trolley. Hehe.
We got off at the flats and had a jolly-good chinwag and laugh as we made our way back to the beautiful uncladded, filthy windowed, draughty, holes-in-the-walls, noisy, messy, in-a-right-state, full of agitated people, Woodthorpe Court apartments.
Norma got out of the lift on the 4th floor, said our farewells, and I got to my little assaulted by Willmott-Dixon attackers, dwelling.
When I got in the flat, took a wee-wee, got the kettle on and realised I’d forgotten to put the crock-pot on when I left. So, the potatoes will not be ready for hours! Huh!
Then I checked the receipt for the things I’d bought. The Wilko one showed £15.80 spent! The fragrance granules were £2.50 each, not £1 as I had thought. What a Shlimazel! And, the bottom item showed up as being for: Wilko Functional Food 30p – not the foggiest idea what that was?
The banging, then drilling, then back to grinding and banging noises welcomed me home. But thankfully not for too long. No idea where they were emanating from, except they were coming from somewhere above. The hot weather for the Willmott-Dixon lads must be about as welcome as it is to me. The poor souls will out in the blazing sunshine sweating pints when they have to work outside up on the hoists. They must be busier than ever with the new build as well.
Got updating this diary. Took me four hours to get up to here. I’m getting tired again, the concentration was not high now.
I went to do the Health Checks and checked on the potatoes. The spuds were done, so I put some grated cheese on the potato cakes and got them in the oven.
Set the timer and went back to turn off the computer. The view with the bird poo on the glass, is not bothering me as much tonight?
The alarm reminded me, and off I went to get 
the meal sorted. These victuals went down nicely indeed. A worthy 8.4/10 rating. The bland taste of the Morrisons Extra Mature cheddar was a disappointment, though.
I got the pots washed and had a wee-wee. Did a bit of medicating here and there.
Last Health checks were belatedly done. Medications were taken.
Got another mug of fresh orange juice and took this photo of the skyline through the kitchen window. I don’t understand why, but the Clint Eastwood film, ‘The Good, the Bad and the Ugly’ came to mind.
Off for yet another wee-wee. I must remember to mention this to the quack, Dr Vindla.
It seemed to be getting warmer in the flat, and I rolled up the jammie bottoms and got down settled to watch some TV.
I noticed that the legs had started to go wonky again. One bigger (More retained water) than the other.
After taking this shot of my limbs, as I was returning the camera to the Ottoman, it slipped, and I had to grab it quickly to prevent it falling and getting damaged. In doing so, I knocked over the mug of orange juice, the tray with the pen and notepad and the tube of Phorpain gel… and the camera still fell to the floor along with the other things! Fool! I got things cleaned and sorted-out, it took me a long while to get done. Mainly, because of the struggle to get back up from the floor each time that I bent down! Hehe!
After what seems a day or two, I finished the pottering and got down again to watch the ‘Hustle’ episode on the TV. Just in time to see the closing credits rolling. Humph!
Called in Tesco in the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall), and was lucky enough to find some cooked Pork Knuckles on sale, and bought three of them.
However, I could not find the list of things to do anywhere. I emptied all the pockets and searched the bag, without any luck? What a Putz!
The bag a bit heavier now, but I was feeling okay, and wanted to make my way to the Nottingham Arboretum Duck Pond.
The mixture of ancient and brand new building was not pleasing to my eyes.
I had a reminiscing moment or two when I got inside.
On my way out of the place, these beautiful little flowers caught my eye. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any like these before, beautiful!
carried not. Possibly not even aware of what they had done. Hey-ho! No harm was done!
Urgh!
Crossing Upper Parliament street near the Royal Centre and Theatre Royal, I crossed over and went down Market Street, with its many abandoned retail businesses and the odd few new specialist high-class shops, all customerless when I hobbled by them. 
signs of wind or rain, the sky looking a picture and a decent count of generally depressed looking Nottinghamians milling around.
Paid and went on the slab square.
I was pleased with how this effort came out.
I took a snap of the newly decorated facia of the Frankie and Bennie’s Diner as we passed by. I hope they do better at night for clients because I rarely see anyone in it when I pass by. Possibly another future victim of the Nottingham Business Failures League?
We parted in the lift, and back in the apartment, I got the purchases stored away. The new to me Flat buns are on the left.
The new Flat-Cobs were delightful. I buttered them and sliced some pork knuckle and tomatoes. Added a side of a sliced apple, pickled egg and seaweed sheets. A jar of the superb lemon yoghourt to follow.
The Sys dipped again, but the Pulse went up from 79 to 95! I blame that noisy palooka Herbert upstairs, and the care staff for not stopping his noises every weekend, and sometimes in the week, for this situation.
0340hrs: Off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dearie me! I had a right job removing the PPs. Blood on both front and back, some dried bits were reluctant to come free without lubrication. I’ll have an exciting time sorting things out when I get the ablutions and medicating done later. Ah-well!
Washed and went to the kitchen to make another brew of tea, to replace the one that went cold.
be returning once more today. The fears of the man upstairs starting his banging about again, ever-present in my mind.
The TFZer gal I couldn’t get to fit in it, the incredible Patricia. 
I commenced making a very early-for-me meal.
I did the Health Checks, then got the nosh served up.
Made a brew and finished the Health Checking procedure.
0800hrs: The noisy neighbour upstairs has started banging about.
The day brightened up a bit.
I managed to trap my hand in the narrow gap in the windows when I was getting the camera back inside.
The seemingly aeviternal damp wetness from the bleeding lesion was still with me, though. 
The electronic information sign indicated 0045hrs: 5°c outside and drizzle. Drizzle, well fancy that. Hehe!
Got the washer going, and back up in the elevator.
Went for a wee-wee. Had to cleanse around the lower regions and cream applied after cleaning off the dried and fresh blood.
In the flat, I got the computer on and began to update the Thursday diary.
Got the diary finished and posted off, then made a start on this one, but within a couple of minutes it was time to go down to retrieve the laundry.
I emptied the dryer and got the clothing folded, cleaned the filter and casing. Got the things in the bag.
areas where they had replaced the wooden slats, had now been covered by a board?
Made a brew. It was terrible, bitter, sour. I checked the milk after throwing the drink away. That seemed okay. Another of the many mysteries of the chiropterophilous, cold-uncladded Woodthorpe Court!
Made a TFZer Graphic and posted it off.
Sorted the three black bags and tied them up, and took them to the waste chute.
while because as I mentioned earlier, there is only the one lift in action today.
I sat in the room and was soon joined my two gals I often have a natter with but don’t know their names, Margaret, Welsh William, Mary and Roy. The bus arrived, and I had a ride three bus stops down Winchester Street.
A lady asked me if I was alright, so I must have looked poorly? I thanked her and said I was fine now. Which I was, just weary of it happening again.
I considered taking the shortcut through the backs of the houses, but the state of the pathway put me off.
It was if the funny turn had not happened, I was back to my self again.
Got up onto Chestnut Walk. The instant I got on the level ground, Anne Gyna eased off.
Got the meal prepared. I’
En route to the wet room, I sensed the blood running freely from Little Inchies lesion. Then felt the Protection Pad dropping down my leg under the jammies! I was not wearing the full Protection Pants, just the new pad that goes under the undies. I don’t want to explain any more on here. Suffice to say, it took me ages to get cleaned up and remediate the situation. More togs for the laundry bag. I think I’ll not use these pads again. Ah well, at least the evacuation went well!
The Morrison delivery arrived.
This phone call made me a little late leaving, but never mind, it can’t be helped.
I took this photograph of the flats with the new build coming on well. I’m still not convinced whether they have built an extra floor on it. Hehe!
As I left to go back to the Social, I took a photograph through the new windows at the back of the flats that had replaced the open vents.
I enjoyed a good chinwag with Cathy. Then it was time to return to the dwelling in the sky.
I set about cleaning, skinning and cutting up the parsnip, onions and sugar-peas and getting them in the Crock-pot.
The mist was still lingering, but the drizzle had stopped.
Got the nosh prepared. Possibly the oddest of meals I’ve accidentally created, ever.
the untried as yet, Care label one to choose from using.
The tea had gone cold, so I went to make a fresh one.
Got some Facebook graphics on, and it let me work on comments etc. For a while, before going slower and slower.
Back on the computer to continue updating this post.
Gathered the things, DVT record, nibbles etc. and off I went for the visit to the nurse, and set off.
Out into the drizzle and surprisingly cold breeze, and off on a limp down Winchester Street.
However, Anne Gyna only gave me pain on the uphill bits of the walk and dissipated minutes after I started downhill, and Hippy Hilda was very good to me.
I arrived at the surgery and booked in with the Obergefreiteress receptionist.
As I got off the vehicle, I spotted that yet another shop unit had closed down in Sherwood. An estate agent this time.
Then hobbled (I could hardly believe the pain from the toes?) up to the bus stop.
By the time I got up and into the flat, I felt right jaded and bushed. I got the nosh sorted straight away.
Washed the pots and put the things I’d bought away.
All were looking good I thought. The pulse had gone up a bit at last. The weight had also gone up a little. Humph!
Getting ready for the ablutionisationing, and had a change of heart about walking to Arnold for the shopping.
These new marks on the lower right arm had appeared overnight it seems.
I got to the door, and had to rush back to the Porcelain Throne! A decent evacuation, not too messy. Bits of blood from both ends, mind, but hardly enough to be worth mentioning. However, lots of wind of hurricane proportions accompanied the torpedo-like escapage.
Saw the chap and greeted him with a Good Morning and got one back in return
They will have earned their money by the time this gets finished.
Out to the bus stop and I got on the Bestwood bus with many others, who all got off in Sherwood. Cyndy was off to Mansfield for a days shopping. Naturally, I stayed on the bus. I got out the crossword book, but the grey-cells were reluctant to function. Tsk! 
The shopping parade was drenched in rainwater.
I walked to the Boyes Store, to see if they had some haemorrhoid cream on sale. They hadn’t any, but I still came out £9.99 lighter and with a full carrier bag. Foot spray, shoe spray, three tablets of Yardley lemon scented soap at £1.29 each. Again costly, but this is my most favourite of all soaps. Another self-treat, Huh, spoiling myself here and Vitamin B tablets. Also, I spotted some Plants-in a Tin. You just add water, and they grow. An excellent original idea I thought for Jenny and raffle prizes if she wanted to.
When I was paying the lady at the checkout the £17.48 I owed her, I had a funny-wobbly turn. Thank heavens, it didn’t last long, but I cannot remember paying the lady or leaving the shop? Or getting to the bus stop for that matter. I was in the shelter, and the rain was pelting down when I came around as if to put it.
The bus arrived after ten minutes or so.
his bus-escorted duties.
As I got out of the lift, I noticed the Willmott-Dixon lads had all but finished installing the windows in the lift foyer area. They had replaced the old full open grills in the outer wall, with the windows.
Another flyer was found stuck in the letterbox.
When I got back to flat and went to make another brew, I noticed that the kitchen door handle had all scuff and scratch mark on it?
Got the nosh prepared and set about eating it.
The mist seemed settled in for the night.
Made a small mug of the delightfully tasting Olde English tea, and got the medications taken.
I went to the medical drawer in the kitchen to see if I might have some of the Furosemide tablets left in there. But no. I didn’t expect there would be any and chastised myself for the even bothering to look.
An hour and a half later, it was getting much lighter outside. The mist seemed to be thickening and lingering on.
Down and out into dark filled sky above. Down Chestnut Grove, avoiding the lorries, tractors and workmen milling around. 
As I made my way along Mansfield Road into Carrington, and to the Pharmacy to collect my 
A farther up over the hill on Mansfield Road towards Carrington, I stopped at my favourite bit of walling on the route. The earth/soil behind this retaining erection is about nine feet deep. I’ve often wondered how it had not collapsed yet? I moved on sharpishly after taking this picture. Haha! 
I looked this up on Google Maps later, the whole walk was only 0.9 of a mile.
Broch! Darnations, tiddlywinks and sod-it! There was none of the haemorrhoid cream in the bag! I could spit! This disappointing let-down put me back on a downer again! Thanks, Dr Vindla or the Deepak the Chemist, whichever one let me down again!
Who is left to fail me, crap on me, ignore me, lie to me, bully me, threaten me, mock me, laugh at me, cheat me, ruin my carpets, let me down… Calm down you silly old yold!
I got the nosh prepared and presented on the Lyzzi donated oval blue platter. Cumberland pie with extra cheese on top, tomatoes, beetroot, seaweed nibbles and chips. I took what showed up on the camera screen, as an appealing meal. But, when it came to downloading it to this blog in the morning – the bloody thing had ceased to be/exist, passed into oblivion, disappeared, expired, perished, joined the missing odd-socks in the ether! Aargh! I loathe, detest, abhor and hate it when this happens! Grrr!
0229hrs: Came to imitation life with a jump, sure that something had woken me up, but all was silent. (I thought of Soylent Green then, don’t know why. A remake of this film is undoubtedly due soon?)
I hurriedly assembled the requirements and down in the shaking and shuddering elevator, to the laundry room.
plastic obstacle course.
At this point, I thought I heard what sounded like a Honda C90 motorbike starting up? Almost a whirring noise that I remember from when I had one, around 1962. But I cannot remember where I put the Anticoagulation Form yesterday in readiness for Wednesday’s blood test? I feel sure it was somewhere in the computer room, I’m positive about this… or am I? Humph!
As I loaded the gear into the washer, I found myself scratching at the lower right arm, just like yesterday. But today, the left arm was clear. Only the right wrist/arm was affected this time. I did notice, that it was not changed below the wrist alarm strap as well. Not the foggiest what this indicates, though.
The sphygmomanometer took five tries before it worked? The pulse continues to get slower. All else looks fine to me.
0419hrs: Down to collect the washing. As the machine stopped turning, I thought I heard a metallic clanging noise coming from within. After emptying the drum, I had a broad search around, me thinking it might have been someone’s ring that could have been making the noise.
I got the togs out and folded up. During which, I came across an odd sock!
Made a fresh brew.
Then did the Health Checks and made up next weeks dosage pots. Sillily, putting the pills in the wrong tubs so had to resort them all back into the right ones. Tsk!
Feeling a little tired and