The quomodocunquizing philargyrist
Monday 23th October 2017
Chinese Traditional: 2017年10月24日星期一
0145hrs: I woke, still felt so tired and wished I could get back to sleep – and blow me, I did!
0300hrs: Stirred again, this time I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner, cumbersomely and in need of the Porcelain Throne. A good session too, where the mind became emergent and into life proper.
Health Checks: Sys 188, Dia 75, Pulse 80, Temp 35.1 and Weight 14.96, not happy with how the Sys seems so high lately.
I think I’ll go for the INR Test today instead of tomorrow and at the City Hospital DVT Clinic, and mention this to them, for the staff at my GP surgery, don’t seem interested at all. I don’t overly worry about these things as a rule, but this is concerning me a little.
I’ll take a nice steady walk up to Sherwood and down to the ring road then up to the City Hospital later this morning, get the blood test done and hopefully some advice on whether or not I should bother the doctor about the high level of the Sys. Don’t like to bother her just in case there is no need and I get that famous “What the hell are you bothering me for” look back from her. She hides it well, but not well enough that my EQ is fooled. I still like her a lot though, she is usually straight with telling me what’s what… well, she has been in the past.
I made a start on this diary up to here, then got on with finishing yesterday’s off. Then did some WordPress Reading.
Checked on Facebook.
Did the Emails next.
Got the stand-up ablutions done next. Strip-wash like, so the shower noise did not bother the neighbours.
Got the nibbles and checked I had everything for hirple to the hospital. Bus-pass to get back, Mobile phone with the flat battery, Lumix camera, DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) appointment card, umbrella, folding walking stick, nibbles for the nurses, crossword book, Emergency Medical Card, pen, bird seed… Yes, I think everything is there. Hehe!
On the way down in the lift, the latest Alien Blob had already escaped her mucus shell.
Her light brown skin now exposed, the gel lingering around her.
Set out on the hobble. Only a light sprinkling of rain, low winds and not cold with it at all.
Up gravel path hill, passing the Copse on my left. Anne Gyna did not like this incline at all.
But amazingly she eased off with the pains, and my gasping for breath ceased once I got to the top of the hill into the Woodthorpe Grange Park.
Where I was met with a sombre sight – many of the trees near the Pitch & Putt golf course were in the process of being murdered.
I just hoped that the reason for this herbicide was not to make it easier for the golfers?
Most likely some disease I c
onvinced myself. I went left down towards the Mansfield Road exit gate, and as I stood underneath the beautiful trees that lined the footpath and took in natures wonderment, this Nottingham Footpath Cyclist came by me, making me jump a little as he wissed by somewhat close to me, I thought. At least he 
had a light on his bike.
Out and crossed over the road and made my way over the hill and down to the traffic lights.
At this stage, I felt somewhat okay physically. No Dizzy Dennis, Duodenal Donald, 
Haemorrhoid Harold and Reflux Roger also in a good mood with me. Why even Hippy Hilda was alright to me. (Although she did have a good go at me later, bless her!)
The wind got up, but it was not a cold.
Even found myself merrily singing away to myself? I say singing, I was Yodelling actually. (Not out loud, Hehe)
Turned right at the lights and down along and Edwards Lane.
Crossed over the road at the pedestrian crossing and onwards to the Traffic island on the Ring Road.
Not a lot of traffic this morning.
As I crossed the pelican light, I saw this in the middle of the path. I had to smile and say to it: “Not at the moment thanks.” Hehehe!
And then, another Nottingham PAvement Cyclist came at me.
This one was in a hurry
His little legs were going like pistons.
I carried on along the side of the fields, looking through the old rusty iron fencing and wondered how these avoided the wartime collections of metal to build s Spitfire in the olden days? Just a thought.
At the kid’s play area in the fields, I spotted some Nottingham Street Art Graffiti on one of the children’s, well I’m not sure what it is. Perhaps a skateboard area?
I’d not noticed this monstrous artwork before, but it looked well worn?
As I plodded on further, more unintentional Nottingham Street Art? Haha!
The rain started as I passed this by, and I hoped that the junction box was not still connected.
Onward and to the hospital around the corner. Into the haematology waiting area, took a ticket from the machine an sat down to await the number 129 being called out. Got the crossword book out and within a minute, my turn was called out. Blimey, talk about quick!
Into cubicle three and was met by a lovely lady. She reminded me of Nurse Nichole. We managed a chat as she took the blood. Heck of a job stopping it bleeding afterwards, so I assume the reading when I get it will prove low and unsuitable for the Dentist. Spit!
Gave her the bag of nibbles, thanked her and set off to catch the bus back to the flats, well, Sherwood to get some milk to replace the bottle that has gone sour on me.
Caught a number 40 bus and dropped off in Sherwood. Seemed that someone or other had been having a feast at the bus stop.
I wandered down to the Co-op store and got a pint of milk.
Out and back up to the bus stop.
I managed to avoid the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on my way back up the hill.
Three gals from the lats were waiting, and I joined them. The noise from the builders seemed like their topic for the morning.
Dropped off on Chestnut Walk and they soon left me hobbling behind them. I got there eventually and up the lift and into the apartment.
I was suddenly hit with weariness again. Not ill or sick, just so tired.
I got an early meal. A simple, quick one today.
Instant mash with lots of cheese, nice and soft to be kind to the teeth. Smoked mackerel which was a little painful to gnaw on, I had to suck on it. Hahaha! The tomatoes were not too bad.
Basically, all I did after that, was to sit and nod-off and wake repeatedly.
Most annoying not being able to get anything done.
topped to do the Health Checks: Sys 188 Dia 75 Pulse 80 Temp 33.1 Weight 14.94 The Sys seems a bit high? Made a small drink of tea and took the medications.
time, I’m recording the seasoning that went in. ¼ little bottle of light Soy sauce, a good sprinkling of balsamic vinegar, some distilled vinegar and a rinsed out the few remaining dregs of the Maple Syrup bottle. I have no idea what I used yesterday cause of the blanking out, so will just have to hope that this comes out anywhere as near good as Saturdays; Because it was super-good! Incidentally, I did not have any dizzies or cut fingers today, either. (Bragging a bit here? Hehe!)
Internet signal gone once more, the weekend isn’t it! Grumph! Turned everything off, pressed the reset button. Into the kitchen to make a mug of tea. The rain was more substantial, sky darker and wind higher.
Finished the first TFZer graphic eventually.
Tried again.
Hehehehe!
The seasoning on the belly pork that I’d hoped would come out similar to yesterdays, was a disaster.
I thought of my escapades Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas I’d suffered from the buses this past week and some ideas came into the grey-cell box for an ode I might try to do about them.
Back to Facebooking. Then had a search for the slow-cooker recipes for belly pork. Got the meat sliced and into the Crock-Pot, but unfortunately had a Dizzy Dennis attack while seasoning the brew in the pot. I can’t remember what I put into it. When the head cleared, this is what it looked like.
It was nice to see the volunteers and have a chinwag with a few of them again.
We all made our way to the water storage pond where they were displaying 1939 style firefighting techniques.
the pond for the mock battle and wandered off.
but no signs of BJ or David.
I continued my stroll around met BJ and David and went in the cafe with them so they could have a cuppa and a chinwag.
Felt a bit of a Dizzy Dennis coming on, so I went under the trees and sat on a bench, got the crossword book out and spent an hour or so trying to advance with the crosswords I’d got stuck on earlier. There were plenty of them.
I went back into the boiler house and pumphouse for a final wobble around.
After a wee-wee and wash, I felt things coming together again. Then, when I got the medications out to take with a freshly brewed mug of tea; I realised I only had seven tablets in the day’s box. I was sure there were usually eleven in the morning dosage.
I checked the other pots in the weekly trays. Sure enough, I’d made a right great Whoopsiedangleplop of making this weeks up!
Took the bin bags to the rubbish chute. Ablutions tended to without any shaving cuts and bleeding from the lower rear quarters.
flats. They are still piling in the concrete underground.
The Bestwood bound bus arrived first. Only, I can’t remember her name, kind lady, err.. erm Mo I think, and I got on and had a natter on the way to Arnold. I got off and went into the Sainsbury store. There were no baskets to use, the fish counter had none of the river fish I wanted, and an Arnold Pavement Cyclist nearly ran into a bloke as I left to 
walk into Arnold Centre to visit the open market, and try Asda for the fish and Stilton Cheese Biscuits.
nothing I fancied or needed.
and arrived at the Asda (Walmart) Store.
looked like a regular brown paper bag. She assures me I could just put it in the oven as it is. I was dubious about this and wondered if I’d heard her right. So, on the way around the shop, I got some battered fish fingers and fishcakes to have and froze the fish I’d bought when I got back home. I’ll ask around and find out if it is safe to use the bag in the oven. They did not have any of the Stilton Cheese biscuits in stock either, and no Dettol.
Three others and I got on the bus.
was a problem with the batteries.
there. I explained the situation to them and started to walk up the hill and down through the Woodthorpe Grange Park, then down to the flats. Mary caught up with me and walked together nattering away, back to the apartments.
Got in, and onto the Throne. A lot of bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.
The Porcelain Throne beckoned me at that time, and off I stumbled, out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair, a wibbly-wobbly walk that annoyed Hilda Hips a bit and off to the wet room. I spent a while digesting the writings of the Leningrad book, while the painful evacuation session decided if it was to be a success or a mid-way blockage! The raw pain accompanying the movement made me think that perhaps a submarine torpedo was on its way out! Cor Blimey, what a gut-wrenching, excruciating haemorrhoid tearing session that was! Surprisingly, there was minimal bleeding, though.
0245hrs: In the lift number one, and noticed that the new Wachelino Alien Blob had spread out a bit.
decentish photograph of it on my way to the recycling bin. I noticed that someone had already added some graffiti to it. Huh!
alcoholic concoctions the residents had put there earlier.
Sorted out the photographs and made a start on this diary.
Sadly, another of us old folk have gone again. A lady tenant from Winchester Court. I did not recognise the name but bet I knew her to speak to. This lowered my spirits just a bit for a few moments. I know it can’t be avoided or helped.
Back up the lift and made another brew of tea.
Updated this diary again.
Now, I have two tips for anyone doing this:
Set off to the Windwood Social Hour.
Had a peep out at the bus stop and the rain was pouring down.
one, that was due at the same time of 1030hrs. We waited and waited and a chap from the Winchester Flats, the gambling addict, nice chap, joined us. At 1045hrs, still no bus, they both started to walk down the hill leaving me all alone under my umbrella fruitlessly waiting for the bus that never arrived.
Got back to the flat and got the umbrella drying, took the wet trousers off and a wee-wee that I thought would never end?
Got the chips in the oven and added the beef patsies after 12 minutes, in the hope that they would both be ready at the same time. Set the timer for another 20 minutes and carried on with the updating, to here.
Got the meal sorted.
soak.
Things looked okay, apart from the weight I’m afraid.
Oh, just noticed the reminder note on the TV screen.
I halved some of the bitter-tasting Lidl tomatoes and put them in a dish to 
I opened the kitchen window to take this photograph.
Well, I was going to, but the intercom rang out as the Morrison delivery man arrived.
Got the meal ready, it looked super but in fact, it was not good at all.
A sad figure, I washed up and got down to watch some TV. Nowt on, so I watched a DVD I’d been meaning to get to viewing for ages now.
anyway. Haha!
0400hrs: Made a start on this one. As I did so, I realised I could not hear the winds howling? I returned to open the window and have a look down outside.
I’d forgotten this needed doing, so I checked the paperwork from the Audio Clinic.
In the lift, the Alien Blob had transformed itself; I thought I could see something moving in the gel as it spread out?
Once I got down the hill a bit on the walk to the surgery, the wind was far less bothersome. 
Sherringham Park Surgery in Carrington.
Pavement Cyclist came by me a little close for my liking.
and annoyance.
The horrid tomatoes. I’d soaked them in balsamic vinegar for hours, and this made them just about bearable to eat.
I turned on the TV and settled down to try and watch something or othere, drifted off almost immediately into a dream filled sleep.
As I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner the reminder note on the mini-pad, I’d written last night, fell to the floor.
I opened the curtains and waved at myself in the reflection. This too was good – now I know I am alive. Hehehe! 
Opened the window and had a look down at the residents parking spaces. I hope the red car on the left doesn’t need to get out first today?
Nottingham.
So, I did the weeks total for the Health Checks.
Arrived in town. The sunshine that had come up was not fooling the Nottinghamian Shoplifters… sorry! Citizens, at all. Most had their winter woollies and coats on. Good idea, sage move too!
I hobbled slowly so as not to get Anne Gyna upset any more than she was.
She took me through the set-up on the machine in front of me. She nipped out during the testing and setting up to get something, and I sneaked out the camera to take this shot of the whatever it is a machine I had to sit in front of and not move.
Off out of the building, still no rain arrived and the promised high winds again absent. (I’m not complaining, though).
I took this photographicalisation of the top of Angel Row.
Along Upper Parliament Street, more closed-down businesses to be seen.
minutes before the bus was due. It came twenty minutes later.
By the short time, it took to get to the flats and off of the bus, it had gone ominously dark.
Into the kitchen, put the kettle on.
The darkness so early in the day, convinced me that rain must have been on the way.
Got the meal cooking, not that it needed much in the way of preparation today.
Scrawled a sign to remind me of the INR Warfarin Blood Test in the morning and put it on the computer screen, then I got the TV turned on.
Back to the canteen and did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Then as I started this diary going, the flipping whatever it is with the right wrist started again!
Sweetly cured mackerel strips, surimi sticks – both with the new fish sauce (Anchovy) pored on them. Baked beans with balsamic vinegar and softly cooked frits with distilled vinegar. A banana and a lemon Fool Dessert.
Woke up with painful pandiculations and convinced it was late morning, around 0600hrs and thought to myself, ‘Well I needed that rest’.
there were more lights from traffic, especially blue emergency flashing lights all along Mansfield Road than usual. Saw the clock and it was only 0012hrs!
Made a start on the graphics for the upcoming Diaries, on CorelDraw. Cost me a good few hours this did. But nice to get in front for a change.
Got the potatoes in the Crock-Pot seasoned with the Polish herbs and added some White Wine Vinegar.
Ablutions were done, and down in lift number one, checked out the Wachilino Alien Blob and down to the bus stop.
Dropped off the bus early and walked up Glasshouse Street to the Aldi Store on Huntingdon Street.
d into the Tesco Store. Got vine tomatoes, milk and distilled vinegar.
As I walked, it seemed that everyone was in a better mood than of late.
Arriving at Milton Street, I was surprised by the lack of people using it?
have something in my hand at the time. Ah-well!
Exchange Walk on my way down to the M&S Foodhall, was a risky route to take for anyone with walking difficulties, so many shoplifters… I mean citizens packed together. At the bottom of the hill was a chap doing a puppet come muppet show, with packed crowds all around him to watch and listen to the chronically loud thumping music he was using. Too risky for me to wade in through that mob to get a photo, though.
Back up Exchange Walk, through the Slab Square and up Queen Street to catch the L9 bus.
indication that he had taken umbrage at my actions.
En route back to the flats, three other tenants got on the bus, and all three ignored my greetings as they passed by to get to a seat.
Super nosh tonight.