0159hrs: There I lay after waking up in the £300 second-hand recliner – toothache, TV still on, remote control on my over-ample belly, mind full of bits of dreams that wafted away within seconds. Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald giving me some stick, I passed some wind, belched and this brought on Anne Gyna’s temper for some reason. Moments later a call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, which had to be responded to in quick time… stubbed a toe getting up and out of the recliner en route to the wet room. Where things went very well but confused me. Yesterday I was convinced that Trotsky Terence was coming back, this morning, no signs at all of him, now!
I washed and into the kitchen to do the Health Checks make a brew of tea and take the medications. I could not understand nor did I have the perspicacity, to grasp how, considering the lack of fodder consumed thanks to Incisor Suzie’s discomfiture, that my weight had indeed crept up!
I did the tests twice again over the next few hours, these are the results. Why the little Sys?
Can anyone explain this, please?
0215hrs: Got the computer going and started this page to here, then had to catch up and finish yesterdays diary.
0445hrs: Got the journal posted. Onto the Emails and replying, then WordPress reading.
Did some Facebooking.
Off to make another mug of tea, and I took these photos, the left one from the kitchen after opening the window, the right one from the balcony in the other room. Left on Auto Mode, right in Night Scene mode.
0625hrs: Got an Email from Bishops of Stortford with a £10 discount number to use if I spent over £40, so I made an order and did not find anywhere to write the code number into and the order was gone off by then! I emailed them to let them know. No reply of course. Tsk!
0600hrs: On Facebooking.
0620hrs: Graphicationalisationing.
The noise from above flat continued. Huh!
0825hrs: Got the TFZer picture done.
Then to make a drink again, and thought that the view from the window deserved being taken a photo of. Tried to do a panoramic, but only part of the width I actually made, came out.
Back onto Facebooking again.
Feeling a bit better now I was, then, when I bent down to get the pie out of the freezer it hit my mouth and banged against the teeth! Oh, Woe is Me! Hehe!
The noise from above flat continued. Huh!
1450hrs: Back on CorelDraw again.
1600hrs: Got the pie into the oven. Did the Health Checks and took the medications (A little early, I know) with the meal.
Took me awhile to get nosh sorted, with having to cut up and mash everything – and I made a right mess of it too!
The gravy was okay, the peas very nice… but the chopped up pie was not hot enough and far too lumpy for me to eat without the teggies suffering.
1700hrs: Although soft, eating the cob was not an option either. A little disappointed all around with myself, but at least I ate the gravy peas and the lemon desserts. Next meal, back to the mashed potatoes, BBQ mackerel and peas methinks.
The noise from above flat continued. Huh!
I decided that I’d watch some DVD and get the headphones on to alleviate the noise from the flat above me.
I did well with the Heartbeat DVD, watched three episodes before I nodded off…
0335hrs: Woke up feeling depressed and a right nullifidian, lonely and self-loathing as I laid there in the rickety £300 second-hand recliner for a few minutes of self-cogitation.
I decided that these feelings must have been precipitated by a dream or nightmare. But could not remember having either? Although I had, I am sure, dreamt of Sister Jane in hospital after surgery on her hammer toe, and finding she now had six toes on her foot, all perfect. Brother-in-Law Pete was trying to get compensation and arguing with, and I don’t know why it was with a Traffic Warden, about being compensated?
Wobbled to the Porcelain Throne for a messy session, I think Trotsky Terence might be trying to return. Did the Health Checks and took the medications, then I put the kettle on the boil.
Hung out of the window and face right, to the North and took this photographicalisation. The lower lights came from outside the tenant’s garages. The ones at the distant top would be from Arnold and Bestwood, I think.
Computer turned on, and I took a look at an old list of words I’d compiled some time ago. I sorted through which I thought I might use later. Put them in my MS Word dictionary on my hard drive. But the programme would not allow me to add them to the editing diary. Took me ages to sort out how to get this word dictionary started. After much help-seeking on the web, I got it started. A couple of hours lost there!
Went for a wee-wee, sneezed and the Incisor Suzies started aching like mad! Took another extra pain-killer. It feels to me like the pain is coming from three or four teeth now?
Did some graphics for the diaries and got yesterday’s completed. Made a start on this one, in between having many mugs of tea. A sudden thirst?
Carried out the ablutions and readied me to go out to Arnold to get some more instant potato mixes.
Took the waste bags with me and dropped them down the chute as I departed. Every time I used the lifts, it was the one without the Alien Blob in it that arrived? Hehe!
I started walking down the road with some other tenants, but they left me in their wake.
But when I caught up with them at the bus stop and other joined us, an exceptionally enjoyable bout of mickey-taking, sarcasm and complaining were in the air! Haha!
The lovely lady from the at-risk home arrived and was as usual ignored by the others, and I made a point of having a chinwag with her and sat near her on the bus into Arnold..
The bench was unoccupied. Hehehe!
Got off the bus at the same time as Welsh Bill and nattered a while.
I went into the Wilko store and got one of my favourite air sprays, Air Wick Citrus, that was on offer at half-price.
Then walked along the Front Street to the Saver Shop and got some Neutrodol Cloth Spray, cleaner pads, citrus mouthwash and cleaner pads.
To the Asda (Walmart) store and had a wander around. Got some lemon dessert, surimi fish sticks and bits. Had a bit of a farce at the Serve-Yourself counter. No one to help, but I struggled through it.
Out and up to the bus stop, where, as the bus arrived, Welsh Bill came and joined me. I also realised then that the thing I had gone to purchase, the instant potato mix, I had forgotten to buy! Humph! We had a gossip on the way to Sherwood, but Bill is not easy to lip read and the old hearing aids were playing up again. I’ll be so glad when the new ones are ready, another three weeks or so yet, though.
We alighted the bus and were lucky enough that the number 40 bus arrived in minutes and took us up the hill.
Roy’s wife was on the bus when it arrived, and she was so kind and walked a little slower with me to the flats from the bus stop so I could keep up with her. She really is one of the best natured and lovely ladies in all the complex. And, she is easy to lip read too.
Up in the lift with her and chinwagged all the way.
Into the flat, took an extra painkiller with the medications, had a wee-wee and got on with the fodder preparation. Of which there was little to do. I’d decided to have the Lamb and Rosti ready meal. Not advisable I know, with all the hard bits in it, but the thought of it going to waste prompted me to have it anyway foolishly. The first photo is of it out of the oven and ready to eat – the second is what I had to leave. Tsk! This was just too painful a meal, to try and eat with the teeth so bad! Humph!
Still, the desserts and soft banana were easy, almost painless to eat.
Washed up the things and had a wee-wee, then settled to watch some DVD of the ‘Heartbeat’ series.
I don’t recall much else, I think I must have drifted off quickly, cause I woke up in the same ‘TV watching position’ on the £300 second-hand recliner around 0200hrs, thinking it was much later and got up.
0425hrs: After many wake-ups and nodding back off again, I rose from the £300 second-hand recliner and off to visit the Porcelain Throne. Far less messy this morning, glad to say.
Made a mug of tea took the medications and did the Health Checks. The weight had gone down a bit. (He says smugly, Hehe!) 14.84 St. Mind you, I have not been eating so much, what with the Suzie incisor teeth situation.
Not bad again the ailments, apart from the tooth and Hernia Harry, the day has started very well indeed. (Big mouth?)
A pleasant sight this morning, a chimney, out of all those in view, and there are hundreds of them, actually being used to heat the house! Most rare nowadays, a solid fuel fire.
The distant scene, looked to me, with the mist and all, that the sea and coastline, that could be seen through the fog.
Got onto the computer and finalised the Thursday diary and got it posted off. Then checked the Emails.
A touch of guilt came over me as I went to make another cuppa, and I saw the state of the kitchen floor.
No sooner had I swept it and started to mop it up, Craig Cramps attacked the left hand and both set of fingers.
Never mind, I rubbed in some of the Phorpain Gel to ease the fingers. Dare not take an extra Codeine cause I’m using some to deaden the Incisor Suzie Teggies, already.
A bash on Facebooking, and WordPress reading for a couple of hours.
During the Facebooking, someone asked what they will do with the old Police Stations site on High Street, in Arnold behind the Asda store.
I looked it up on the web.
Went off for a wee-wee.
Stubbed my toe and swore.
Returned and discovered that it is to be a Petrol Station with three pumps, six individual service accesses.
I found the planning permission on the Gedling Borough Council pages, and also edited the Google page which showed that the Police Station was still there and working. Got an email back from Google thanking me. Nice that!
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Onto CorelDraw to do TFZer graphics. Hours later, I’d got it finished.
Drained now, got the nosh going, rinsed and suddenly the flipping tooth started off for no apparent reason as far as I could see.
I was careful about what I prepared tonight. Instant potatoes, made thinner than I usually would mash them, they were soft. The tinned BBQ mackerel I knew should be safe, cause it has no bones or hard bits in it normally. The surimi fish sticks not hard at all, the garden peas were safe, and the fish sticks I cut up into tiny pieces before I put them into my mouth.
All this effort and it was still a pain, literally, to eat the meal. But, I downed all of it, slowly. Had the evening medications along with it, followed by the lemon fool and meringue mousse.
Settled to watch a film on the box. I reckon I must have seen it with fifteen nod-offs. When I woke after the last one, I could not change the volume at all? I tried all the usual things, going into the options thingy and all that.
Fell asleep again, and woke with the teeth not half giving me some bother. Got up and took an extra pain-killer and rubbed some Phorpain gel in the hands that were stiffening and cramping a bit. As I got back into the £300 second-hand recliner, it dawned on me, that I had not checked the plug connection on the headphones to the TV set. So I did – Yes, it had come lose. Tsk!
By the time I was about to nod-off, the nocivity from the teggies had started to ease a bit. Phew!
0345hrs: Woke, a dream memory remained, just the one bit of it: Someone who is a partner to someone on Facebook, who I had never seen, of course, was telling me off for something or other about red peppers and how I cook and eat them wrongly? She was not loud, but her words got through to me, and I kept apologising and kissing her hand. Very odd.
Slowly it dawned on me, no Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Hernia Harold or Duodenal Donald hassle at all this morning! Incisor Tooth Suzie and Anne Gyna were the only two of the ailments interested in giving me grief. Haha!
My thoughts were interrupted by a call to the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence had eased, and I read a bit of the Lenigrad book while I waited for the evacuation to start. Some medicationalisationalistic activities required afterwards.
Little Inchy was sore, but not bleeding, unlike Haemorrhoid Harold, who was bleeding. Tended to these problems and cleaned up, then went into the kitchen to make a brew of tea.
Noticed the odd hue in the sky while the kettle was boiling. Took this picture using the night-setting mode on the Lumix camera. Not a very decent one, and… I managed without any effort to bang the back of my head again on the window frame as I got back inside after taking the photo.
Made a nice string drink of tea, using the new dainty Porcelain mug with the beautiful pictures on it.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Gave an almighty sneeze, and Incisor Suzie and Reflux Roger let me know their displeasure at this. Hehe!
Cleaning the sink area, I dropped a plastic bowl, when I went down to retrieve it, Hernia Harold gave me a rather nasty twinge. I think I might have spoken (Written) too soon about the ailments being kind to me. Haha!
Got the computer going, and checked the Emails. Not many today. Then finished off the Wednesday post and sent it off. Then started this one and the graphics for it.
Went onto Facebooking. After a couple of hours, I went to make another mug of tea.
I took this photograph of the same area as the earlier dark one. It was a tad misty and drizzling now. However, I did not bang my head getting back in this time. Haha!.
The Iceland Man cometh. Bringing the extra fodder I’d requested. And what a mess I’d made of this order, too!
I thought I had ordered two 2 ltr bottles of Fanta Orange Juice, but 2 x 500 ltr bottles arrived. Kitchen towels that I figured I had not ordered and certainly did not need came. A frozen cheesy beans and sausage ready meal. I thought this was going to be a fresh Cottage Pie one. And, a bag of chips I could not remember ordering.
Why I bought BBQ mini-ribs after breaking my tooth on the last ones I had, is beyond me!
These memory blips I mentioned last time I saw the doctor, but she was unconcerned and told me “We all do this, and you’re getting on a bit, you know!”
I had to take out some stuff from the freezer to make room for these items, and the fridge is now fully loaded.
Did the ablutions and took the rubbish bags to the chute on the way out. Also with the stuff I’d taken out of the fridge to make room in a separate bag. I dropped the bag off at the cabin with Obergruppenfurheress Julie to use or hand out. Had a natter with some tenants at the bus stop, and caught the bus into Arnold.
At the traffic lights at the bottom of Winchester Hill, I noticed the closed down Kebab shop had lost some more letters from its signing. ‘The Golde L’, sounded to me like it could have been the name of a cattle ranch in Texas or Nebraska. Hehe!
Dropped off the bus on High Street, close to the Asda (Walmart) store. All I was going to Arnold to get was a packet of the fish surimi sticks. But I came out having spent £12. Tsk!
Luckily a arrived at the bus stop in plenty of time because it arrived 4 minutes early.
This would, I assumed, have been due to the driver getting his lunch break at the end of this journey.
The old Police Station across the road, well, it wasn’t old actually, only been there for a few years, last week I noticed the builders or demolition men working on it. Was now all gone and a new building being erected. No signs of what it was going to be, offices or retail most likely. Although any more retail would surprise me. I wondered if Lidl or Aldi might be moving in? But thinking about it, there was not much room for a store of their size.
Back at the compound and up the lift with three gals and we had a laugh or two.
The rain was coming when I got into the flat.
I got the bean meal and added some cheese, tomatoes and yellow peppers on top and got it into the oven cooking.
My years of doing Security Work came to the fore when I looked outside and noticed these two chaps at their vehicles below. Funny that, cause they were probably just getting ready to go home?
“Suspicious Minds”? Hahaha!
I abluted and changed in the nightwear. Put on the rather colourful leisure trews with the pockets in them. My mate and neighbour of many years ago, Jock Kirkpatrick had a pair very similar to these, and I had a sad moment or two thinking of and missing him but enjoyed a few happy memories as well. “Hang on Jock, I’ll be up with you soon mate. Please make some of your tatty-scones for me when I arrive, cocker!” Hehe! The reason for taking this photo was to show how the right foot was not sticking out. Amazing really, how some days it is like this, and others it sticks out at an almost 90° angle?
Got the fodder served up, and mighty grand it looked and smelt, too!
But, it was a disaster! I threw 90% of it away. The tooth was just too painful, couldn’t manage the tomatoes, potatoes or peppers at all. Scooped up the beans and ate the soft banana and lemon desserts, a bit disappointed in this, but all my own fault for even trying to eat such food while the teggies are playing up. I did nibble, no, rather suck some Mini Stilton cheese biscuits. Got them to the back of the mouth and let them melt. I’ll have a job cleaning the gnashers without catching the two incisors in the morning. Hehe!
Did the Health Checks, the weight had gone down! 14.85, Hurrah!
So tired now, I got down to watch a film on the box, fell asleep, and Sister Jane rang me. She is going to have her club-toe, that’s not the word used I think but can’t remember it now. Hope it goes alright for her. I was well weary and drained.
Back to the £300 second-hand recliner and watched some of the film on the box.
Nodded off very quickly, waking a couple of hours later and turned off the set.
Kept waking and fretting over everything and nothing, but nooded off soon, each time.
Didn’t get up until 0425hrs, broken, but decent sleep all the same.
0215hrs: Woke up feeling a bit better about myself and medically speaking too. Weird that the tooth was giving no pain at all, Anne Gyna has eased so much too. Only Arthur Itis was really bothering me, the right wrist. But it may have been brought on when I took the tumble on the bus the other day when it braked hard?
I soon regretted thinking “Weird that the tooth was giving me no pain at all” when as I was rising out of the £300 second-hand recliner, I sneezed. This set Incisor Susie Molar off. Tsk!
To the wetroom and tended to a Porcelain Throne session, messy but not too bad. I was just glad that things were ‘moving again’.
0245hrs: I got a few of the washing items out of the bag, and set off down to get them into the machine. Up again and did the Health Checks and took the medications.
0310hrs: Down to move the clothes into the dryer.
0318hrs: Up and got yesterdays diary finished and posted off to WordPress. Duodenal Donald started giving me some grief then.
0400hrs: Down to collect the bits of laundry. I popped outside and took this photo of the garages at the end of Chestnut Walk.
Something was flying about near the trees on the left near the storage container. Very fast they were, these whatever they were, made me take a photograph, but I can see nothing of them in this photo?
Folded the togs and cleaned the machine and filter, sink and floor.
The area near the lifts was very messy, leaves and what looked like crushed corn all over the place. The Alien Blob was still there on the floor of the first lift. I tried to photograph its mutationalisationing process, but the elevator cage was shaking far too much to get a clear picture. The flickering lights were also on show this morning.
0415hrs: Put the clobber away and made a mug of tea. Then made a start on this diary up to here.
Sorted out the medication pots.
Checked the Emails, hoping to find one from the surgery with the new Warfarin INR level. No such luck. WordPress reading, then onto CorelDraw to work on the next TFZer graphicalisation.
Got it finished eventually.
But I was very pleased with this one and how it came out in the end.
Pattie from Canada, being shown around on her visitation to Nottingham Castle, by yours truly. I told her not to worry about transport, I’d provide it for her. Hehehe!
The Morrison man arrived, must have been a bit late or behind, because was in and out in a shot! Thanked him, wished him good weather and got the fodder away.
The fridge had plenty of room yet, but the freezer was cram-packed full! Plenty of scope for the Iceland order coming tomorrow.
The freezer was so full mainly because I thought I had ordered a 500g pack of McCains Oven Chips… but had in fact ordered a huge dirty great big bag of 2.25kg! Tsk!
Had a long, excellent refreshing, enjoyable ablutionisationalisticalisationing session.
Changed into togs and set off for the hobble to Carrington and the Surgery. The lift was still shuddering a fair bit, and the lights were flickering, the second lift did not have these impediments. Hehe!
There were about twenty residents at the bus stop when I limped passed them. I stopped and had a little chinwag with them. Obergefrietereress Jenny was there with them, and I apprehended that it was the party of pensioners I should have been going with, to Sprinters in Arnold for the free Fish & Chip meal. I explained to Jen’ about my tooth and why I was not going with them again.
My farewells were given (Not that anyone answered them, Huh!) to them all and I pressed on down Winchester Street to Mansfield Road.
Good job there was no one in a wheelchair or disabled scooter rider, or someone with a pram with me. They would have struggled to get by this lorry.
Turned left, up the road and as I passed the traffic light junction with Haydn Road, I saw they had finished the new road markings.
Up to the top of and over the hill towards Carrington, I laboured a little en route. The plates-of-meat were stinging something awful by now.
A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist, on a dinky little child’s bike, was making his way down the hill. It was a youth of about 15-16 years-of-age. He must have been over 6-feet, too.
He looked so comical on that bike to me. His knees were up almost to his chin height.
Down the road, walking amongst the fallen conkers and their outer shells was a bit bothersome. As I could not avoid treading on some of them, and the resultant pain made me jump a bit. Never mind.
The traffic got a bit denser as I hobbled on. The gas repair and water roadworks further on to blame I suspect.
I sneezed, and this caused both of the front teeth to sting a bit. I suppose the song, ♫ The hip bone’s connected to the backbone
The backbone’s connected to the neck bone, The neck bone’s connected to the head bone, Now shake dem skeleton bones! ♫ Must be right. Hehehe!
I arrived at the surgery and asked the Obergruppenfureress on the reception if I could get my INR Warfarin level results. Then went into detail about the Dentist and why I needed them.
I got a semi-frowned look in return. Then the lady consulted with Obegrefreireress Nurse Ann. They both looked at me from a distance and returned to their private talk.
Nurse Ann left, and the new receptionist went back to her computer. After a while, she came over to me and told me the result was at 3.0 – spot on the target! I was so pleased that I could get the teeth done now! (Huh, read on, Humph!)
I went to the Chemist in Carrington, to fetch the prescriptions. Bit of a wait, they were busy.
Kiran asked me if I wanted my flu jab doing while I was there. I thanked her, and she gave me the shot in the treatment room. All done and dusted.
I was beginning to cheer up now. (Fool, I should have known better with my luck, please read on).
Merrily I caught a bus to Sherwood and approached the dentist place, with confidence and an air of expectancy. Humph!
I got in and to the Oberleutnantess receptionist and explained everything to her again. Despite the fact that she dealt with me yesterday.
They could not see me today, but I could see my dentist (Vitesh Patel) on Friday evening. Otherwise, it will be into October before I can see him. I explained about how I get in the afternoon, tired and weary, and why. This was of no interest to her, of course. So I asked if I could see the dentist I saw last time. (Snehali Patel) Telling her, I prefer to see that dentist and would like to be moved to her list if possible. No answer to my request. She just said it would not be until October when she could see me either, and even days later than the other dentist. Not until the 13th October. Fair enough I said, I’ll have to wait then. She tapped her computer and gave me a read-out with the appointment on it at the top.
Then as I was leaving, she added: “Of course you will have to go through getting your INR result clarified as within limits again before you come!” That was only time of the whole meeting that she smiled; with curled lips! As if she had won a victory and was enjoying it!
I was now back in depression again.
I left and waited at the bus stop to catch the 90 up the hill part-way to the flats.
Feeling very depressed now.
I limped back to the flat.
In the lift, that was not shaking so much now, I took a photograph of the Alien Blob, still there on the floor after, how many days now?
I think it is mutating now.
The centre seems to be holding something ready for birth? Hehe.
Inside and I picked up some mail that had been posted and had a wee-wee. Two letters, one from the NCH with an A-Z of Home Improvements. Basically, a list of things we will be responsible for during the upgrading of the flats. I’ve not got round to reading and studying it yet, but did read one little section on Personal Belongings.
Surely the onus is on the workers not to steal anything? How can we find somewhere safe and secure when the workers are in the flat and able to go anywhere, they tell us to leave while it is being done and have all those tools with them… Sod it, never mind.
Then sorted the prescriptions out with an uninterested will-power.
Got the nosh ready.
Thesmoked haddock was superb, the peas warmed very slowly with added balsamic vinegar were tasty, same with the overcooked on purpose potatoes.
Now that Incisor Tooth Suzie has started, what’s the best word… sinking and leaning a little. eating without catching her, is actually a bit easier. No less painful when I do mind. But cleaning the teeth is a nightmare. Tsk!
0400hrs: Woke up. I tried to adumbrate some things from the dream I’d been having, but all the memories dissolved into the ether as I tried. Tsk!
Went to make a brew of tea and surprise! Demand for my attendance at the Porcelain Throne arrived (At last!) Off to the wet room. Found there was blood over my chin and jammies from Incisor Suzie-Tooth. Cleaned things up. So busy at the moment, don’t know when I’ll get around to doing the mounting pile of washing.
Did the Health Checks: Sys 144 Dia 74, Pulse88, Temp 35.1 and weight 14.92, not too bad, apart from the weight.
Saw the note come reminder I’d left for myself.
Started the computer, and did a Morrison delivery order for tomorrow. Then began finalising the Monday Chronicle.
It was a little cold this morning, so I went around and closed the windows.
A bit of drizzle coming down outside, and the street and house lights seemed a little dim. But then, I had my reading glasses on. Took the picture and they still looked dark?
Back to the diaries, but I had a feeling, an EQ awareness of impending bother, hassle or whatever. I could not shake it off. Most uncomfortable mentally when this happens. Sure as eggs are eggs, something is going to upset the apple-cart soon.
Finished the Monday post and went to make a mug of tea. I thought I could hear that little howling sound again, and took a look out of the window. No wind about, the rain had stopped and nothing in sight?
This feeling of discomfiture was bothering me. I wish whatever it is that is coming, would do so quickly to get it over with. A horrible sensation that something will not work out right? I hope I am wrong about it all the same.
Emails checked and I went on Facebook.
0935hrs: Ablutions tended to. Readied things and off out to the surgery hobble. Passed May at the bus stop on the way. Little chinwag and gave her a nibble bar. Down Winchester Hill and left up Mansfield road to the top of the hill.
When this naughty Nottingham Cyclist nearly bumped into me as he sped by.
Down the incline and into the Sherrington Park Surgery car park and entered. The receptionist was in a good mood today. Reported to her and filled in a request form for some extra Codeine 60g painkillers.
Took a seat, getting the crossword book out.
The EQ spurred thought of an imminent failure or let-down, still lingering.
Nurse Nichole came to me to summon into her treatment room. It made my day her being on duty. We had a nice chat while she took the blood. Gave her her nibbles as I left, and some to the receptionist team when I left the premises.
Walked down to the bus stop in Carrington and caught a bus back to Sherwood. Dropping off near the Charity Shop, then over the road and called into the Co-op Store. Where I bought some bananas to ripen to eat, just in case after the dentist removes the tooth, things might still be painful to consume and masticate. One large potato, and a TV magazine for next week.
As I limped up to the dentist place, two fire engine tenders belted passed toward the City Centre.
I mounted the too steep steps into the Dentist’s surgery and went to the receptionist and explained everything again as I did yesterday. Signed a form and took a seat, crossword book out again. Ten minutes later a nurse came down for me and led me up the steep stairs to the treatment room.
This female dentist seems a bit more pleasant, and we went through what had happened with the tooth. Things appeared to be going well. I suggested that maybe we could take out the two front teeth together, and have a plate put in. The Pound Signs flashed over her facial features for a moment or two, and said: “No, no! We’ll take the one out and let it settle first, then take the other out and let that settle, then think about having a plate put in. In other words “No, that will mean just one charge if you take two out same as for one. It is imperative that we charge you twice, and then again, for the plate, there is a maximum charge you know… better to get around that by charging less but much more often!” Fair enough!
When she got around to looking at my notes, she asked what my INR level was. I told her 5.0 – this stopped her in her tracks. “I cannot do an extraction if your INR level is not between 2 & 4!
This despite my having had three extractions, four fillings and two crowns done at this Dentist’s when my INR level has been over or under this level over the last two years?
I told her I’d just had a test done half an hour or so ago at the surgery. After a kerfuffle and talk with someone on the phone, she affirmed that she could not do it while the level was too high or low, especially too-high, because she may not be able to stop the bleeding. I asked her if it was alright then, for me to go home with the loose teeth, have something to eat and the tooth come out there, and I bleed to death?
A surprising reply was given: “I’m not bothered, all I am interested in is my not getting into any trouble from the authorities if I do any surgery while your INR level is not right!”
Fair enough gal, I thought.
This must be the EQ feeling of the next Whoopsiedangleplop[ or Accifaupa I had earlier? Humph!
She spoke again on the phone to someone, then told me to go downstairs, and the receptionist will look into the problem.
So I did.
The receptionist was most displeased that I did not know the number for the surgery. But she looked it up and rang them. I couldn’t hear the conversation.
Afterwards, she told me to ring the surgery tomorrow afternoon, to obtain the INR result. Then to contact them (The Dentists) with the figure and they will decide what can or cannot be done about the issue, or better still, call in and see them with the results if they are within 3 to 4.
I departed, downhearted and still in pain with the teggies.
At the bus stop outside the door, where some flat tenants were waiting. I had a little moan about things to them, and they thought it hilarious. Glad to give someone a laugh at least. Hehehe!
Hobbled off the bus and to the apartments, said my farewells to the other gang members, and into the flat.
Wee-wee, a mug of tea, medications, Health Checks, got the potato in the Crock-Pot and got on with updating this diary.
Tired and fed-up.
Nosh readied.
I’d boiled the large potato and mashed it nice and soft with butter and milk, and opened a tin of the hot dog sausage that was soft-to-eat, followed by the fluffy lemon meringue mousse.
Caught the tooth many times and received almost electric shock-like pains for my bother, Hehe!
I changed the time for the Morrisons delivery so there was less chance of it clashing with the time I might be going back to the dentist or phoning the surgery for the INR blood, results.
Got down to enjoy the fodder with Incisor dodging eating (Haha!) and the phone rang. Jenny called me to ask if I was still going to the free meal tomorrow. I tried to explain about the INR blood level and Dentist confusion best I could. But it was late, and I was feeling so confused and tired of all the hassle going on. Hope she understood what I said.
Did the checks and medication taking.
Watched a bit of TV, and then Duodenal Donald started playing up badly. Dare not take any extra painkillers. I did take an Omeprazole capsule, but stocks are low on them and the Codeines.
I pondered on the fact that the place needs cleaning up badly, very untidy. Fell asleep!
0310hrs: I stirred in the £300 second-hand wobbly recliner, and simultaneously thought and was aware that I was doing the same thing, laid on the floor covered in mephitic straw in a barn, in Dickensian times? This thought lasted only a few seconds. Very odd!
I spotted the reminder notices I’d left for myself, and forced my way out of the recliner, and got the Health Checks done and took the medications.
Results today: Sys 132, Dia 61, Pulse 82, Temp 36.1, Weight 14.92. I was a little disappointed that the weight had not gone down at all, despite Incisor Suzie forcing me not to eat much at all? Sys and Dia both lowish this morning?
Got the average totals for last week from Excel. Looked about the same as usual to me, apart from the weight increase I mentioned, of course. Tsk!
Not the slightest sign of any Porcelain Throne activities needed. It’s been a while now. I considered taking a Senna, but Trotsky Terence has tricked me before! Haha!
I had a recheck that I had got all the things ready that would be needed today. Money for the bus, the bus times, Audio Booklet and appointment card etc.
The computer on and finished off the Monday diary. Then started this one off.
Checked the Emails, and WordPress reading and responding.
Facebooked for a while, not much time though, getting close to the ablutionising and departure time.
Had a super shower, and all things seemed to be calming down.
Haemorrhoid Harold had stopped bleeding and was stinging fare less now. ✓
Arthur Itis was very kind indeed! ✓
Even Hilda Hips had eased off! ✓
Reflux Roger, no bother at all! ✓
No Shaky Steven’s, no Dizzy Dennis’s either! ✓
Hernia Harry, not bad at all! ✓
But, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were backing up Incisor Tooth Suzie’s pains. ✕
And as yet, not Porcelain Throne session, for three days now? Oh, dear!
Feeling a lot better in myself now. I got ready and set off, taking the three sorted bin bags and dropped them down the chute at exactly 0800hrs.
Down in the lift, the shuddering lift with lights flickering and blinking. So much so, that I had the struggle to get today’s photographicalisation of the Mystery Blob that appeared about a week ago on the floor in there.
Testimony to the caring nature of our caretaker and his compassion for wildlife shows through in his not carefully cleaning the elevator’s floor for fear of harming the possibly Alien life-form, which has appeared and remained for the last week? Hehehe!
Set off using the collapsible walking stick, which is a little uncomfortable due to it being a bit too long, by the time I reached the Obergruppenfurheresses empty shed, I stopped to collapse it and put it back in its bag. I noticed that the boarding, which has all been changed to a different colour. Has now had new signs attached to it, advertising the building company and Nottingham City Homes.
I pressed onto the end of the road and walked down Winchester Street Hill to the bus stop. Where a few moments later, I was joined by Newcastle Annie, bless her. We had a chinwag until her friend joined us and the bus arrived. We paid our £2 fares and were off on the way to town.
We were a little late arriving, due to the roadworks and temporary traffic lights.
The bus had to struggle through some very narrow gaps, but the driver did very well and manoeuvred the bus with aplomb and care.
As we turned down King Street, the driver had to jam the anchors on sharpishly.
I was stood up at the time waiting to get off at the terminus.
Unfortunately, I banged and bent my thumb backwards as I stopped my self-going over. Tsk!
Walking down into the City Centre Slab Square, Annie caught me up. She was going to the bookies to buy her Irish Lottery Tickets. I wished her all the best of luck and proceeded on my hobble to the Standard Hill climb to the Audio Clinic.
On my limp up Standard Hill, I spotted what to me, is a new posh Cafe opened.
This area has the highest priced property in the hole of Nottingham. How do these places make it pay? I could not find the cost of this building, but the next one up was… wait for it… £165,000 pa! £25.38 per square Foot per annum! No wonder they have to
charge so much:
6oz Rump Steak, 6oz! Blimey, it wouldn’t fill the hole in my tooth! Hehe!
With burning painful feet, I arrived at the top of the hill and entered the Audio Clinic.
Two, not seen before receptionists on duty. One smiled and beckoned me towards her as soon as she spotted me. She took my appointment card, and validation booklet gave me back the both and told me to take a seat, which I did. I got out the crossword book. There is a new system in place now. A loudish ‘Ping’ kept coming over the PA system, and eventually, I worked out that it was. When it sounded, a message came on the screen on the wall. The name of a patient appeared, with the message, such as: “Bernard Funkgibbon is about to be called.” Excellent idea, that.
My name came up in about ten minutes, and a young lady came appeared and escorted me to a treatment room. She was a Student doing her first full examinations, with a qualified Audiologist in attendance.
The session was thorough and in depth. The student gal did not follow my humour, but the trained woman was finding it hard not to laugh. Particularly, when they had to ask me what medications I was on, and what for. I did make them laugh! Hehe!
The test results showed that my hearing had only gotten a tiny bit worse since 2009. They mended my current hearing aids for me to make do with until the new ones are ready. Then set about doing the ear moulds for me. They even gave me some batteries, four packs of five, bless em!
I thanked them both, and they walked me back to the waiting room area and said for me to wait until the receptionist calls me with an appointment for me to collect them and have them fitted-up for me.
Minutes later the friendly receptionist called me over. She handed me back the booklet and an appointment slip. I have to collect and have the new aids fitted on Monday 16th October at 1130hrs, in four-weeks time. I thought it might have been longer.
I exited and took the scenic route back into town so I could pass the Nottingham Castle gates. But the sight of this Fothergill Watson designed building caught my eye much more than the gates did.
Isn’t it just magnificent!
On the short journey down Friar Lane into the City Slab Square. There were endless Nottingham Pavement Cyclists, lurking and racing about. This Herbert was busy stopping and talking to youths, in between his mad crazy cycling so close to folks, I felt sure he would hit someone. Tsk! Naughty Boy!
Into the Square. The sky was alternating between bright and murky, now.
Mark my words, when I had to mount a rather precipitous step, Arthur Itis let me know his displeasure at the back of the knee. Nearly always a sign of wet weather on the way when he does this.
Up Queen Street and caught the L9 bus back to the flats. Luckily I remembered I was not going to the apartments yet but to the dentist! Huh, clot! So I stayed on the bus and dropped off in Sherwood.
For a Monday, Mansfield Road looked busy today.
I meandered up, across the road and into the dentist’s torture chamber. Haha!
I told the Obergefrieteress receptionist my problem with Incisor Suzzies tooth. She looked on her computer and said that ‘My’ dentist was very busy and could not see me for two or three days. I’m afraid I blurted out in reply: “Well that’s no problem, I don’t like the man anyway, I’ll see anyone who can see to me!” She produced a print-out and handed it to me, after checking I could attend tomorrow at 1230hrs. I have the INR blood test at 1100hrs. At the surgery, but should be able to get back well in time, so I agreed.
When I looked at the paper later, my dentist is apparently Dr Vitish Patel; I am to be seen by Snehali Patel. His brother, perhaps? Oh, no, Snehali is a female name I think. Maybe his Sister then? I’d just got used to the three Polish dentists language as well. Now all of them have moved home. I wonder why.
I thanked the lady and departed and caught a number 40 bus back up the hill to my snug little flat. Where I got in and made a cuppa. Took the medications, did the Health Checks, wondered why I still, did not need the use of the Porcelain Throne and set about getting the new dates and times of appointments written in the book and onto the Google diary.
I deliberated over what to try and eat for a nosh that was not soup but would be safe for the tooth. After a while, I decided to risk the beef pie and some potatoes. But with tons of gravy (Not my most successful thing, making successful Bisto)
I know). I intend to chop up the pie and potatoes tiny, to make a sort of mash, after soaking them in gravy. What do you think, a good idea?
The sky came over all threatening and very dark.
I put the light on in the front room, but it didn’t do much good. Huh!
1445hrs: Then started to update this diary, in between wee-wees. Still no movement from the rear end whatsoever, not even any sign of my being likely to need the Porcelain Throne yet? Maybe, when I’ve eaten the mashed pie and potatoes in gravy, things might develop in that area? Haha!
1700hrs: Got caught up to here with the post.
Got the oven on and checked the crock pot potatoes.
Checked the Emails, WordPress.
It went even darker outside again, and the rain came.
Had a wee-wee.
Then I made a reminder note for myself and hung it on the TV screen.
Saw blood on my protruding belly.
The mouth had filled with blood from Incisor Tooth Suzie.
Rinsed out and gargled with TCP – by gum, that stung a bit. As I was clearing up afterwards, I noted that the Use-by date on the TCP was Oct 2015!
What an idiot I am!
I got the meal sorted, chopped it all up on the plate and drenched it in gravy. For once, I got the gravy right. I used Bisto instant gravy, ¾ beef and ¼ caramelised.
I allowed it all to cool a little, then got it figested. Very palatable. Despite a few twinges from the tooth, it tasted right grand! The last banana was well ripe so no bother there, and the Lemon Meringue mousse was so light and fluffy to eat, there was no bother with eating that either.
I got washed and changed into fresh jammies and settled to read the Lenigrad book. Stopped a moment to ponder over the horror mankind brings on itself, and has done so ab inition, and I fell asleep.
0420hrs: Amazingly, I had a decent deep sleep last night. No wee-wees, no Porcelain Throne attendances, no nibbling (Mind you, with a toothache I’m not surprised at this) and I felt a little jauntier when I awoke. This lasted for about 20 seconds. Until I tried to remove the headphones I’d fell asleep wearing, and caught the mouth and tooth when taking it off – Whoa, did it sting! Hehe!
Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. No movements, oh dear? But worst of all, and much worrying was that Little Inchy was bleeding. After all this time and the appointment made for next week, the operation will have to be put on hold again! I sent an Email to the clinic informing them, and one to the GP surgery asking for an appointment with the Doctor. Going to see the Dentist tomorrow, then the Audio Clinic to get the hearing tested and aids adjusted. Blood Test Tuesday. GUM Clinic Wednesday. Have Hilda Hip looked at on Thursday… things ain’t going well recently.
The mind raced when I thought of it. If I go to see the dentist first in the morning that will mean if they treat the tooth straight away, I’ll be late for the Audio Clinic? So I’ll go there first. Then I might not get seen by the dentist until later in the week? Oh dear!
Not much enthusiasm now. I think I’ve thought myself into a depression. Haha!
I got the Health Checks done, and was shocked to see the weight had gone up again. This after not eating much due to Incisor Suzie Tooth, and yet the mass increases? Sys 149, Dia 79, Pulse 90, Temp 34.8, W 14.93 – Shame.
When I went to get the medications out of the drawer, last nights doses were still in the pot – Another Whoopsiedangleplop! I did not have time to get annoyed or sorry for myself, as I had to return to the Throne post haste! Another messy session.
When I returned after the cleaning-up, I had an idea for a humorous graphicalisation, and got straight on with creating it on CorelDraw, took me a couple of hours, but the humour came out of it I think. I made an edited version and will post it to author Les Johnson on Facebook later. His Erskine Quint books are fantastic.
I used this as a top funny on this dairy as well.
Notwithstanding and regardless of my suffering with a toothache, Little Inchy bleeding and very sore and Dizzy Dennis paying me a visit, I thought the view outside was fantastic this morning. So I attempted to take a panoramic photograph.
Not as exciting as last night’s I know, but I liked it.
Started this diary going then caught up with yesterday’s and got it sent off.
Started my next TFZer graphicalisation. Finally got it finished:
Feeling tired now, and Incisor Suzie is giving me a lot of hassle.
I think I’ve been taking too many 60g Codeine Phosphates to counter the toothy-peg pain, folks. Mind you, it seems to have had the reversing effect on Trotsky Terence – I can’t go, well I can go to the Porcelain Throne, but without any success or movement. Worra life! Hehehe!
Oh, while I think of it, I’ll do a sign to remind me that in the morning, I have to go to the NHS Hearing Centre Clinic for 0930hrs. Which means the Dentist afterwards, and I need to make sure I have £2 bus fare to get there, cause it is too early to use my bus pass. Oh yes, I must put the old hearing aids in a box to take with me too.
And, as well as and besides, I must put the Audio Record Book in the coat pocket now, so that isn’t forgotten. They will not see me without it. Back in a bit.
All done now. I’ve just done another mega-sneeze, and the tooth is really loose and painful now. Tsk! Still, if it comes out, it’ll save them money-grabbing, uncaring, nasty, snotty, uppity, supercilious, smart-alecky, topliftical, unshaven-stubble chinned, garlic breath impatient Dentist from charging me? (Sorry, I got a bit carried away there).
Thoughts turned to what fodder I could manage that would cause the least danger to Incisor Teggy Suzie. I tried some biscuits dipped in warm tea without any hassle of a serious nature. Then had a nibble, well, suck really, of some soft sweets I found at the back of the bread bin, but gave up, cause I kept irritating the tooth. Managed to suck on a softish banana.
Had a check on the web of the number 40 bus times in the morning. One due at 0822hrs on Winchester Street. Rechecked I had the £2 in coins in the trouser pocket ready.
Still, no calls to the Porcelain Throne whatever today, yet?
Did the Health Checks and then went and crunched on the molar with one of the tablets in the medications. (You probably heard my exclamation howl, yourself. Hehe!)
Ablutions tended to. Little Inchy seems to have stopped bleeding, although a nasty looking leakage of puss of some sort had started again. I must check the GUM opening times for unarranged visits, and see if I can get down to see them. (How I’m going to find the time with all the other medical demands this week, I’m not sure. Humph!)
Got the waste bags sorted, sprayed inside with disinfectant and tied up. I’ll have to remember to take them to the chute in the morning as I depart for the Audio Clinic visit. Can’t take them now, it is too late. It must be after 0800hrs in the morning, the bus arrives at 0822hrs, which doesn’t give me much time to get to the bus stop if I wait until then to drop the bags down the tunnel and catch the 40 bus. Best to leave them until I get back. If I remember, I’ll have whatever takes place at the Hearing Centre, and then the dentist to remember… I must get some more Daktacort cream too, so must make a note for myself to request a prescription on Tuesday when I got for the INR blood test. … the mind is frantically wandering here again.
It’s all go, innit? Haha! I wish someone would adopt me.
0430hrs: Stirred rather grudgingly into life. Reluctantly, because I knew the incisor would give me pain, trouble and grief as soon as the tongue touched it. It did not let me down! Huh! Argh! However, I was well pleased with the much-needed essential sleep I did get in, despite a few wakenings overnight, when I must have caught the tooth with my tongue, and the resulting twinge of pain woke me up. I decided there, and then, soup might be the best option for my fodder today and tomorrow, or until I can get to see the dentist?
As I dismounted the £300 second-hand (But not shuddering this morning?) recliner, I sneezed, and the whole head was affected with the resulting pain from the tooth area. Tsk!
All of my regular attendee pains twinges and ailments seemed to be with me. Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Hilda Hips, Roger Reflux, Anne Gyna, Trotsky Terence, even Hernia Harold was giving me some gip this morning. The winners today as of now were Incisor Suzie (The painful tooth – Christened last night, Hehe!) and Hilda Hip. Between them, I think they actually helped the situation. One can only concentrate on so many pains at one time. Haha!
As I hobbled to the Porcelain Throne, Dizzy Dennis joined in the attack. And as for Trotsky Terence, I think he’d done a runner. In fact, there was no evacuation at all, apart from a lot of extreme wind. It all confuses me?
Incisor Suzie: Not a pleasant sight!
I came out of the wet room and into the kitchen to sort the Health Checks.
But had to get back to the Throne as quickly as I could when things started to move.
At least, I thought they did.
Again, a ‘Nothing happening’ session on the seat. Other than the escaping gases.
Back to the kitchen and started the Health Checks. Put the kettle on to make a mug of tea.
Sys 162, Dia 71, Pulse 84, Temp 35.8, Weight 14.91. A few more sneezes? No other signs of any cold, though?
I made the brew and intentionally left it to cool while I got the medications ready.
Did the graphics prep work for this post, then update yesterday’s and got it posted. Making aright Whoopsiedangleplop of it by putting the wrong dates on it. Humph!
Had to re-edit it twice. What a clot!
Took these photographs of outside. Th first one of my beloved Tree Copse to the right. The second one, I got the camera strap around my wrist and hung out of the open window to take it and catch the balcony for a keepsake, cause they will soon be gone in the upgrading work. That’s the plan, but of course, there is nothing happening building-wise at the moment, and a lingering doubt lingers. Hehe!) Came back in and banged my head on the window frame.
While in the kitchen, I decided to get the fodder ready for later. Incisor Suzie’s delicate situation, forcing me to have something I can eat that has the least chance of catching the painful Incisor Suzie. So, I got some mushrooms in Soy Sauce in the Croc-Pot, to be sliced into tiny pieces when cooked, and a tin of Mulligatawny Soup in the saucepan and added some sliced mini tomatoes, and tomato passata mixed into it. Then, hopefully, when I eat it, I can soak the bread making it as soft as possible to dip in it, thus not bothering or even touching the tooth as much as I can.
Checked the Emails, and made the replies and likes, on WordPress.
Started this diary properly.
Made another mug of tea. While waiting for the water to boil, I thought I’d have a go at removing the plastic top off of the Soy Sauce bottle with the other waiting to go to the recycling bin bottles and jars.
Using a knife to get it off, cause it would not screw off… and well, as you see, another Accifauxpa! Tsk!
1000hrs: Began the creation of a graphic on CorelDraw, for another humorous post, one about the current ailments.
I finally got it completed at 1225hrs!
Did much Facebooking, then Dizzy Dennis called on me again. So I’ve cancelled the walk in the park for today. Huh!
Got the nosh, well, soup ready. Not very successful noshing, though.
The mushrooms had to be thrown away, too tough and I kept catching Incisor Suzie. I didn’t like that at all. Hehe!
The bread, even soaked in the soup was also too much to handle. The banana was ripe enough to almost suck, so that went down, as did the Lemon Curd Mousse.
At least the weight should have gone down by the morning’s Health Checks. And I did not have any nocturnal nibbles, naturally.
I drank a lot of orange juice, repeatedly hobbling into the kitchen to top up the large mug I’d emptied?
This picture I took while doing the topping-up.
Got a DVD on to watch, and managed evera episodes of ‘Hustle’ before another Porelain Throne session was needed.
Resettled again, I proceeded to let loose an amighty sneeze, hurt the tooth, ricked the neck, startd the boil on the bum off, swore and passd wind.
