Straight to the bathroom to use the porcelain and to check out the status of certain bodily areas: Little Inchy was not bleeding, well, only the tiniest bit. The rear end bled a bit after I struggled very painfully this morning, to perform the essential evacuation procedure. I cleaned myself up and made a cuppa taking the medications and an Entrolax to ease things in the rear nether region.
Got the laptop on and started to finish the Monday diary off.
After about an hour, the need to use the throne returned, rather quick that I thought: Blow me down, it was the opposite of the earlier session, felt like I had now acquired Diahorrea? Could one Entrolax have had such an almost instant reversive effect? Mmm?
When making another cuppa around 0600hrs, I thought I’d take a photograph through the kitchen window.
What a mess I made of it.
Got in a right pickle with the camera, only trying to cancel the flash, Tsk!
Had to take eight shots before I got it right, then I didn’t know what I’d done to get it right!
I just hope I’ve not messed it (The
camera settings) up altogether now.
Got all irritable about this for some reason, cursing myself and almost growling at my ineptitude?
Still not sure it was worth all the hassle.
No dizzies this morning, let’s hope it stays that way?
Got Coreldraw X8 booted and did some work to post later.
Then did some Facebooking on the TFZ site. (Several hours, Tsk!)
Spent a good while internetting about, then checked me emails:
I had an email from L R Johnson, my cyber mate Les.
He’s doing well with his Erskine Quint novels, just got his second of three out in print. Available now, on Amazon in book or e-book form at a good price. Great reading that takes you out of yourself and into the world of Erskine with all the madness and freedom we can only dream of.
Got me nosh prepared without any hiatus. Lamb hock with vegetables, potato cakes and Irish Batch bread to soak up the gravy.
Good one this. Rated at 9.22/10.
Just the one dizzy spell today, while I was doing the washing up – but, a rather nasty one.
The rest of the day I spent resting! Fatigued for no reason?
Stirred into life around 0415hrs. Stomach rumbling, I made my way to the porcelain unhindered by Arthur Itis, and what a painful and bloody struggle it was thanks to the Haemorrhoids and constipation. Sore bum now, Hehe!
While straining to carry out my actions, I recalled just a bit of one of the dreams I’d had. I was chipping away with a screwdriver at some mortar between bricks, and each time I removed a block it was replaced by a couple of navvies from the other side of the wall, who swore at me, cursing me? That’s all I remember about it.
I made a cuppa and took the medications, along with a Senna pod tablet.
Laptop on to finish the last diary off then started this one.
Had a dizzy when I washed the cup to make another brew, a nasty one. Only lasted for seconds, though. The INR blood level that’s gone down suddenly to 2.2 might have something to do with it, or is it the other way around when it’s low? Low means the blood is thicker, higher lower… I think.
BJ might be coming to the Winwood Tenants Social hour this morning.
That reminds me, I mustn’t get carried away with blogging and be late for the session. It’s only an hour a week and I want to use it to get to know some of the other residents better. Must give me time to do my ablutions and have a good soak in the bath.
Hello, is the light flickering? No, it’s more flipping flies around the lightbulb again. Used up the last of the fly spray and one is still lurking. I wish I were fit enough to do like we did years ago; Roll up a newspaper and chase the little devils squatting away as jumped up and over furniture determined to get the buggers! Mind you, cleaning up the poor flattened things and ruining the wallpaper… remember anyone?
Although the knees are super stiff this morning, the pain when I move is far less than usual? Ah, maybe it’s the dentist’s painkiller still in my system?
If nothing else, I’m a real thinker still, problems and queries don’t get changed improved or even tackled, but I’m a competent thinker; just an inept doer! That could be amended to go on my gravestone, cause it’s true enough. Hehe!
Did some Facebooking then I checked the emails.
Time for the ablutions and bath.
Got the things ready for the meeting, photographs, gifts, and set off.
No dizzy spells now.
Arrived at the Winwood Community Hut and BJ came shortly afterwards.
He was not in a good mood and seemed withdrawn compared to his usual self. But he made an effort with the others to chinwag away bless him.
I couldn’t find out what theproblem was.
It was a particularly noisy session this morning, despite being fewer folks than usual in attendance.
I handed out the nibbles and had a session walking around taking sneaky photographs of the residents. David Baily? Phwert!
Some of the tenants seemed a little down as well as BJ, and I think there was less laughter than there normally is at the meeting.
Then I realised this might not be so as I recognised I was a little down too?
I handed out the photographs from the last sessions and they went down well.
Poor Toni or Terri had still not found her lost purse and had to go to Broad Marsh to arrange a replacement. I asked her if I could go with her my knowing where to go and who to see at Broad Marsh from when I lost my bus pass. She declined the offer.
Ah-well.
BJ offered to run me to Arnold so I could get the photos printed on their machine and get some bits in.
Poor BJ was not very talkative en route, I was a bit worried about him having problems of some sort, but he was tight-lipped. I’ll phone him tomorrow to see how he is, see if I can help in any way.
He dropped me off near the store doors, I thanked him and he was off.
I went to the photographic developing machines and set about making myself look a fool trying to find out how to work the USB download and the camera card one.
The lady who helped me last time came to me again and whipped them through for me. I have now got some printed off of the Winwood Social Hour meeting and of BJ from the visit to Papplewick that he’s selected that he wanted. All of them, about 16 photographs or so, for less than £6! Good value that I thought.
Got the receipt and did some shopping, rather treated me, again. Desserts, potato sticks and a selection of Irish batch bread to put in the freezer.
Just timed it nicely, getting to the bus stop with 4 minutes being the time on the board for the arrival of the L9 bus. It arrived 9 minutes later, delayed at the roadworks and temporary traffic lights the driver said.
As the bus passed Sainsburys, Norman, the 92-year-old from the same floor at the flats got on. When we got off at the flats we had a grand gossip, Norman had had the runs so hadn’t been out for three days. I’m going to find the number for my mobile and write it down tomorrow and hand it to him so he can call me at any time for assistance. Keeping tablets in stock as I do, I could have given him some. So glad he’s got rid of diarrhoea now.
In the flat and got the nosh prepared first… well, after visiting the porcelain of course.
I was feeling cheered that Norman was better but worried about BJ’s irritable mood. So couldn’t concentrate on doing this diary, scribbled some notes and left it until the morning.
The nosh was decent enough.
The batch bread was really excellent, even extra tasty, too much salt in it I expect.
Rated this one at 8.9/10.
I sorted the nosh into the storage compartments and got the photographs stored safely away for handing out next meeting. Ah, there’s a thought, I could have a walk to BJ’s in the morning and post his photographs through his door, and if he’s in, find out how he is.
A feeling of fatigue overcame me, felt I had no ability to do anything physical for some reason. Wearied, exhausted? No dizzies, though.
Cup of tea and took the medications. I watched some Dr Who episodes, but it was a farcical effort, kept nodding off so often.
What we old biddies and baldies were watching in 1960
Wednesday 30th March 2016
Woke up around 0400hrs and remembered the dentist appointment but could not recall the time. Sad, I know! So got the laptop on first to check on the Google calendar. 1115hrs.
Then to the WC, no bleeding from Little Inchy, but Hemo Oids was gushing a bit.
Made a cuppa and took the medications, and back to the porcelain for another heavy duty session?.
Cleaned up a bit in the kitchen when I went back to make another cuppa.
Returned and set about doing the graphic above, of the TV 1960 TV programmes.
Finished off the previous diary and then spotted the full pot of medications that I’d not taken yet, so I took them.
Out of the blue, I suddenly started to think of and miss Chrissie.
Whatever kicked off and ingeminated these emotions I’ve no idea. But I was transported for few moments back to the good times and the fun and games we’d enjoyed so very much.
I believed I could smell her at one time while I was looking at her photo on top of the electric fire. Don’t laugh! I thought then, the electric fire is the optimum position to reflect her memories.
Once more to the porcelain, three times know this morning? Best get rid before I get to the dentist, though.
Hello, I’m sneezing again, that reminded me I woke myself up sneezing earlier. The rain started coming again too, now.
Checked the emails, I got one via Streetwise about the starting a new U3A starting nearby.
So I went on their site to find out more:
One a month meetings, Only £20 to pay annually. You can buy a drink at the meetings. These workshops have been designed not just Meetings, Only £20 to pay annually. You can buy a drink at the meetings. These workshops have been designed not just for Committee members but for any U3A member who might be interested in joining a Committee. The workshops home in on the U3A ethos and on helping committees to manage their U3As more effectively. Prospective committee members would gain a useful insight into how committees work from either of the two workshops. The beauty of workshops like this is the opportunity they afford delegates to share experiences by networking with members of other U3As.
Conveniently sited where there is not a bus service to reach it for me.
Conveniently held at the same time as my beloved Woodthorpe Social gathering hour.
Conveniently, I wasn’t interested!
The roundabout walk to the dentist is not a long one, but I thought I’d show this diagram just in case I collapse on the way back like, then you’ll know where to search for the body.
Did some Facebooking then.
Ablutions tended to.
Set off up the gravel path to the park and left down onto Mansfield Road and towards the Dentist.Paid up, before treatment as is usual with this Stalag Dentist establishment. Read my book a bit and was commanded to go upstairs to treatment room two.
Received a phone all from Steve Age UK. Wonderful, after four weeks trying to get in touch with him. He is still finishing with me, but had had a telephone from the solicitors and need me to find the email address of the lawyers. He, to call at the flat later to pick it up?
Got in the dentists and paid up the fee, before treatment as is usual with this Stalag Dentist establishment. Read my book a bit and was commanded to go upstairs to treatment room two.
Where they told me the canal work was not being done today, just a clean and the fillings for the front two bottom teeth. They got the burner going, then filed and cleaned out the bits followed by a filling and further filing.
I noted that they had cleaned out the neon lighting cover since my previous visit. I know this because on my last visit I counted 75 flies and moths and one wasp in it. Today they were down to only 39 flies and moths.
I was told to make an appointment with the Obergruppenfurher receptionist, this I did. As I left the through the door, at the bus stop were two flat residents. So I didn’t walk back after all. I had a chat with them and caught the bus back up the Winchester Street Hill, having a laugh between up as we did.
Got in the flat and WC’d, made a cuppa.
Awaiting the arrival of Steve from Age UK.
Started sorting the paperwork folders.
Got the potatoes on the boil.
Deana Walker (Head honcho of the flats) called to do battery check on the alarm. Gave her an Easter egg for her and Julie.
Back to the sorting of the paperwork.
Still awaiting the arrival of Steve from Age UK.
Drained the potatoes. WC visit made another cup of tea.
Still awaiting the arrival of Steve from Age UK.
Received email from the surgery with the latest INR level reading. Down now to 2.2. So that’s 2.9 – 3.4 – 5.6 – 3.8 – 5.7 and now 2.2? Puzzling innit? Ah well!
Made a start on a graphic to use later.
Still awaiting the arrival of Steve from Age UK. (I’m losing heart here) I reckon because he lives close by, he’ll call really late in the day and say he has to rush he’s on his way home! Wanna bet? Cunning chap! Two days to go when I lose his services which he has not been supplying anyway. Bitter? Me?
Well, fancy that he just rang he’s not coming, just wanted the email address for the solicitors. Now I’ve lost interest and faith!
Turned off the laptop and got the fodder dished up.
Pulled pork, potatoes and sticks. yogourt.
Rated this one as 8.9/10.Took medications.
Took medications.
TV’s from then on, feeling a bit down, but the thought of the Winwood Social hour tomorrow kept me going.
Well, I already knew they were only Morally Bankrupt!
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Easter Sunday 27 March 2016
Woke around 0520hrs, but it was really 0530hrs. No medical hiatus’s prevented me from hobbling around and resetting the clocks. In fact, I was physically in good shape, even ‘Little Inchy’ has stopped his bleeding.
It was my mental state I was worried about.
I got the kettle on to make a cup of tea and take the medications.
Then, onto the laptop and got carried away somewhat with finishing posts, doing a humorous graphic post and starting this one off.
By 1045hrs, I’d got the graphicalisation finished and sent off.
Went to put the kettle on again, and had to clear up three or four dead meat-flies on the window ledge?
Back to the laptop for a while, back to the kitchen and found another meat-fly on the ledge?
Mad Magpies were amassing in the trees, and meat-flies were appearing from where?
And not anyone animal could be seen anywhere.
Out of curiosity, I got the binoculars and scanned around; no signs of life at all?
No traffic was moving, no smoke from the chimneys and no lights to be seen?
Had the world ended? Dang dang, dang dang Hehehe!
Did some more graphicalisationing with CorelDraw 8 and CorelPaint.
I’m having problems with changing my default style on ‘Grammarly’. At the moment, I’m having to change it manually each and every time I do a paragraph – driving me potty, but I just cannot find out how to change it to Blog casual as default?
I did a graphic of Caroline, Frankie, Lynton, and Shuttlecock for a bit of fun.
I’ll post it as a caption competition on Facebook methinks.
Then I spent another two and a half hours Facebooking, Tsk!
Suddenly the day had passed so quickly, and here was me, not even had a bath and shave yet, Tsk!
Got the fodder going.
Gammon chunks, cheesy potatoes, beetroot and, a bit of batch bread followed by a low-calorie lemon dessert.
When I run out of these desserts, I’m going to stick with pots of jelly afterwards, cut back on the dairy stuff a bit. Sandra, Margaret and Janet from the TFZ Facebook site kindly advised me to, bless em all.
Not a bad meal, 7.9/10 rating.
I got carried way watching the goggle-box, and soon it was too late for me to have a bath, cause of the noise disturbing my neighbour.
This article was written with the specific intention of assisting any Senior Citizen/s who may move into a Nottingham City Homes Independent Living Flat accommodation at the Woodthorpe Court flat complex.
THE UNITED CARPETS FARCE
Arranging and having the flat carpeted
Unfortunately, I chose United Carpets, (As opposed to an honest service providing Company) on the advice of my Age UK Councillor. He has since abandoned me, but thankfully Duncan and BJ did not.
Here’s what I went through, this I hope will prevent you making the same costly frustrating and anger making mistakes!
I was given so much help from Duncan, who came from Birmingham to help me with the sorting out and getting prepared for the carpeting. He even brought me a swivel chair and collapsible table and chair!
Thanks, Dunc mate.
So, I made a marathon walk (hobble) into Daybrook to visit the store. They didn’t have any plain brown carpeting in stock. The excellently skilled con-man sold me some cheap carpet and told me how much it would cost.I asked when it would be available for fitting. A sign outside said ‘Free Fitting on All Carpets,’ so that cheered me up somewhat. He had to order it, they do not keep any in stock and would let me know.
I asked when it would be available for fitting. A sign outside said ‘Free Fitting on All Carpets,’ so that cheered me up somewhat. He had to order it, they do not keep any in stock and would let me know.
He said it had to be ordered, they do not keep any in stock and would let me know.
Dun called that weekend and helped me sort out the flat in readiness, bless him.
Three weeks later, still nothing from the imitation carpet shop people was heard.
Contacted them and was informed I had to pay first before they order it?
I’d waited so long, I foolishly went down and paid the now threatening looking fellow. He said it would be a week or two before it arrives, and he would let me know.
Four weeks later I called at the shop once again. He said it would come the next Monday – and reminded me to that there would be £100 cash to pay the carpet fitters?
A phone call came in on Friday: They will be arriving Tuesday now, at 0730hrs.
I’d got my INR blood test at the surgery Tuesday, but it wasn’t until 1300hrs, and they told me it would not take long to lay the carpet.
The carpet men arrived at 0930hrs, three of them. But there were two of them with another calling in to see them now and then.
They looked a bit on the hard side, scars, tattoos and alcohol-smelling breath like.
Communicating with them was difficult because I didn’t fully understand what their different grunts and accents were trying to say.
As they started to lay the underfelt, I popped out to see the lady next door, very nice, lovely, refined and polite she was – and I explained to her about the noise that might emanate from the flat while the chappy-blokes are laying the carpet today.
I returned six minutes later to the apartment: UNBELIEVABLE! They were off to do another job now they have got the underlay (with United Carpets Air-step printed on it)and the door strips down! Then they told me the carpet has not been delivered to them yet from United Carpets!!!
Cowboys or what? – Yes, Cowboys!
They rang back again 1238hrs – the Carpet from ‘United Cowboys’ has just arrived. On their way back to the flat, ETA 15 minutes.
It so Farcical innit?
Really peed off now, this means they are going to rush the job and it’ll be below standard I’m sure. Are they going to get it done in time for the blood test?
Yes, they did – like lighting they were!
It only took em 25 minutes to lay the lot! Worrying that?
I cannot believe how fast they got the hall, bedroom and living room carpet laid!
They demanded their money and were off in a flash – too quick for my liking as I hadn’t the time to check on what they had done.
The bits of carpet left over were rolled up together, and shreds of nylon from the carpet were all over the place, but I think that is to be expected?
The broken wall connections to the internet box I hadn’t expected. Had to push it back in for now.
Months later I gave up complaining, they just denied doing it.
Of course, the Untied Carpet people were not interested at all.
I mentioned this to the Nottingham City Homes people, and they wanted to know why I’d drilled into the walls having the box fitted in the first place, without getting permission from them?
Coming Soon:
Nottingham City Homes: Part Six: Repairs Guide for New Senior Citizens in Indepedendant Living flats
Sprung awake from the dream filled sleep around 0340hrs. Horrendous dreams too. No specifics remembered by the time I got around to writing this record of the Inchcock, Nottingham Lads diary, though, just bits: I was all alone and searching for someone… Writing emails on a giant computer, Desert, Iceland, in outer space, down caves, in hospitals, digging up coffins? Felt uncomfortable and uneasy when I sat there thinking of this and looking out through the window, at the dark single starred sky. I soon came out of my stargazing when I stood up, pleased with the lack of objections from Arthur Itis and trod on mineral water plastic bottle I’d used last night to take me medication with, and fell backwards into the chair again, with a thud.
A nice bruise came up at the back of both fibulas within seconds, accompanied by dull aches. Hey-ho, best get the Whoopsiedangleplops out of the way early in the day, I must say. Hehe!
For some reason, this took my mind back to many years ago when I was in the Life Boys and I recalled taking first aid lessons from a Boys Brigade leader who read everything out of a book and could not pronounce Fibula when he read it, it came out as Fibberer. Funny how things spring to mind after so many eons. Haha!
I limped to the porcelain, and struggled painfully, and at great length to perform the required functions (But no bleeding, that was good). Into the kitchen, put the kettle on and added a senna tablet to the mornings medications.
Into the kitchen, put the kettle on and added a senna tablet to the mornings medications, made a brew and took them.
Pondering in whether I should go to Asda (Walmart) and get the photographs from yesterday’s Social Hour printed off or not, I couldn’t make up my mind – another of those days? Huh!
Got the laptop on to update Thursday’s diary, and start this one off. Checked the emails. Got one from Sister Jane, I can’t go to see them today, they are off for a meal and show later. Jealous me?
Answered the emails and did a bit of Facebooking.
Then decided I would have a walk into Arnold today to get the photographs printed for the Tenants Meeting next Thursday while I could, a busy week medically speaking. Might get to batch bread, desserts and beef chips too.
Got the things ready and had a bath and scrub-up. Drying off, I spotted some bruises on the rib-cage.
I’ve no idea how they came about! Something else for me to remember for when I see Dr. Vindla next.
Scrap to the chute and out to the Community Hut – no one there and I remembered it was Good Friday, Tsk!
Had a good laugh with some residents at the bus-stop and they all got on the L8, I waited for the L9 that would take me into Arnold.
I was wondering what else I would forget today as I approached the Post Office in Arnold to get the letter weighed and paid for – Huh! Still Good Friday isn’t it? They were closed of course!
I met a fellow tenant (Frank) as I walked towards the Fulton Food Store. Had a gossip with him. He warned me of the weather forecast for the weekend – High winds and rain! OH heck!
I moved on and spent too much again, it’s because they have such good prices yer know? Got two packets on Gammon steaks for a quid each, a box of two lamb shanks and some cheap Chocolate Easter bunnies to give out as nibbles.
Moved up to Asda and went to the photograph section. Started going through the process on the copier machine, but an assistant had to come to clarify things for me. I still managed to get them with borders on and in a larger size than I wanted. Humph! Still all 14 cost only £5.60. I paid the lady, got my receipt and did some shopping – spending far too much again! Grumph!
11 pots of various desserts, two small packs of Irish Batch bread, some beef flavoured potato sticks and was soon out in the sunshine.
It was not very warm it, though, despite the glorious looking sunshine and almost free of clouds sky.
I hobbled around for a while then made my way to the catch the L9 bus back to the flats.
As I approached the shelter, I observed that the dilapidated old bench seat had lost another slat from the seating on it.
The mould growth on the wood had increased since my visit last week, and particular aroma, not unlike stale mackerel had developed?
A bit further on after I’d arrived at the bus-shelter a lady tenant came to catch the same bus.
It was the lady who was giving me the threatening dagger looks at the Social Hour yesterday as I took the photographs.
I smiled and asked if she was alright and had gotten everything she needed. It was reassuring when she told me she’s also forgotten in was a Bank Holiday and had called at her bank to find it closed. She added a warning about the coming gales and heavy rain.
Yet it looked so beautiful at that moment.
We got on the bus and she made a point of not sitting near me and offering a few of her Ena Sharples scowls en route back to Woodthorpe Court.
Scared? Me?
On the way, I took a photographicalisation of some terrace houses on the Main Road in Arnold, through the bus window.
I thought they might look quaint to the TFZers from America, Canada and Australia, so I’ll post it for them on their Facebook page later.
I think they were built for the miners originally.
Now there’s a sad thing: The last deep mine in the UK has recently closed!
Horrible sense of not belonging when I woke up? A feeling that I wasn’t here, but watching myself, and I hated what I saw?
Perhaps this was due to a dream I’d been having, but I could not remember it at all, just a sensation that I’d had it?
I started shaking on and off, not shivering, shaking, shuddering? It stopped and was replaced with a panicking about everything again, a lack of cohesion, guilty feelings and when I tried to get up, the dizzies hit me with a dangerous attack, and I sat down for a while.
I was worried about being worried. The mind slowly returned to action, and I escaped the morass of emotions and fears, but the odd shake kept on all day. Yet most times it was only for a few seconds at a time?
I got up, WC’d, made a cup of tea and took the medications.
I got the laptop on quickly and started this diary off to record what I could remember about the emotions and sensations I’d have just one through.
Sorry to start on a low-level, but I felt more like myself again. But still fretting in over everything in my mind.
I rang BJ to see if he was coming to the Social Hour. No answer, he might still be in bed, I’d not realised people sometimes are not morning folk me.
I’ve not been able to get hold of BJ for a fortnight now. I’ve phoned him a few times and called at his house twice without any luck. I hope he’s alright. If he doesn’t arrive today, I’ll text him to see how he is.
With not being able to talk to Steve Age UK and his no longer being able to assist me after the 30th, I think I’m all alone regarding help now. The reality of this started me off fretting again. I fear this may spoil the Social hour at the Comunity Hut for me?
I called BJ again and got through, he’s not coming again today. Bit sad about that, but still, he’s got his own family and commitments.The dizzies eased off, the sudden shakes got less often. I miss seeing him. It’s so nice when Duncan or BJ comes to see me.
I ventured to the porcelain to check the ailments. I would have done the BP and temperature checks, but I can’t find the machine! I remember cleaning it and putting somewhere safer where it will not get knocked so easily. How I can remember that, but not where I put it remains another mystery of the Ageing process.
The dizzies eased off, the sudden shakes got less often. I ventured to the porcelain to check the ailments. I would have done the BP and temperature checks, but I can’t find the machine! I remember cleaning it and putting somewhere safer where it will not get knocked so easily. How I can remember that, but not where I put it remains another mystery of the Ageing process.
‘Little Inchy’ was bleeding for the first time in a few days. Surely, if my INR Warfarin level is too high as it is, the blood should be thicker, so less bleeding should result? But the Haemorrhoids were also bleeding? as
I did some Facebooking and the email checks while I had time before the ablutions had to be done so as to get myself prepared in time for the Social Hour at the Comunity Hut.
Damned dizzies gave a few scares while I was on the laptop, them again in the bath.
Victoriously, no cuts, no Whoopsiedangleplops I exited the tub, prepared my attire and got the nibbles and photographs out ready for the Social Hours and made my way down the lifts to exit the premises. In the lobby, I realised I’d not got me hearing aids in, so returned up to the flat and put them in. (You’ve got to laugh surely, the times I do this!)
Back down and out to the Community Hut.A good few folks there already, mind you, I a bit late at having to go back for me hearing aid I suppose.
A good few folks there already, mind you, I was a bit late at having to go back for me hearing aid I suppose.
I went to hand out the photographs I took last week and had printed at Asda (Walmart; I didn’t hand the ones out that Asda had cut the heads off of!) And realised I’d left them in the flat Tsk!
Back to the apartment and collected them from near the door where I’d left then in the mistaken idea I would gather them departing the flat the first time I left it.
Back to the Community Hut and handed them out.
Most of them seemed to have appreciated this gesture.
The meeting went so quickly by, it was soon time for me to kicked out.
Toni, the girl from Winchester Court, who had lost her purse at the Nottingham Arena last week, was still in good form, though. A very sharp Senior Citizen lady.
Bless her cotton socks.
I made my way back to the flats and noticed a washing machine was free in the Laundry Room, so I nipped up and got the laundry ready.
Down with it to the room, and noticed Lily was in the foyer, and she asked if I had any nibbles for her.
I got the washing in the machine and going, and told Lily I’d be back shortly with some nibbles for her; she wanted to know how long I’d take. I told her four minutes. She smiled and said she was waiting for her carer to arrive.
She struggles most of the time Communicating with others and this makes some of the them try to avoid her. It’s not her fault.
I got down again with some nibbles for her and my crossword book and waited for the dryer to complete its hour-long cycle. I did my best to intrigue Lily in the crossword. She did show a bit of interest today.
Her carer arrived, and they went up to her flat.
Eventually, I emptied the dryer, cleaned the filter and had a wipe around.
Packed the clobber in the bag and returned back up to the apartment.
I then returned done to the Laundry Room and collected my crossword book.
Done an awful lot of lift-riding today am I not? Hehe!
I got in the flat and then noticed a letter stuck in the box. It was another Anticoagulation Record Notification.
Put the clothes away and got the laptop on to save the details to the diary.
Found I’d got a new email from the doctors surgery telling me the same information, and telling me to contact the surgery to book my next appointment. They Hospital listed Tuesday 29th as the date for my appointment, so I emailed the surgery and asked for an appointment on Monday 28th, feeling sure they would not mind me being a day early. The level had dropped to 4.6 now, still 1.3 higher than the target, but going the right way.
Got an email back telling me Monday 28th was a Bank Holiday! (I did feel a fool again! Tsk) So I emailed the back asking for one for Tuesday late in the day, as I had an appointment at the clinic Tuesday 0800hrs, and that is why I asked for one in error for Monday. Ain’t life complicated sometimes? They sent one back confirming my appointment for Tuesday 19th at 12.35hrs.
I placed an order online from Morrisons for delivery Tuesday twixt 0730 > 0830hrs. Got some treats for the tenants meeting next Thursday. That reminds me, I must get to Asda and get today’s Social hour photographicalisations printed, might be going to see Sister Jane tomorrow, still waiting for an answer to my email request to go and see them, I’ll check me emails see if she’s answered yet, hang on.
No reply yet. If I do go to see her that takes out Friday to go to Asda, Saturday I might have another walk into Arnold to the store, can call in the park and see the ducks perhaps. It depends on if the dizzies stop or not. Mondays out because of the Easter holiday and Tuesday is booked with the Morrisons, the clinic, and the INR Warfarin Blood Tests? Wednesday I don’t expect to be in any condition for travelling; It’s the dentist for me. Two fillings and two root canal jobs. (Whatever that is?)
Got a pot of Lamb Hotpot opened and ready for cooking in the oven, lamb gravy seasoning in the pot ready to add boiling water to it, and the Country batch bread out of the freezer to thaw ready. Got the minced lamb hotpot in the oven and pressed on with updating this waffle.
No dizzies for a few hours now. That’s good.
The fodder was as good as it gets.
Added some salted potato chips to the dinner.
Rated it as 9.45/10.
The bread that had with it soak up the extra gravy came out of the freezer, but it had kept well and tasted good.
Watched many hours of DVD and TV while waiting for the brain to let me sleep. The fretting returned, but the dizzies kept away.
Feeling terrible this morning, dizzies, due to the thin blood I think, no life, zest or interest much. Worried about the house sale not going on and feeling sorry for myself I’m afraid to say. The faffing about having to have daily INR blood tests don’t help.
Got up around 0400hrs, first dizzy of the day when I rose up, hauling the ever increasing body mass with me to the porcelain.
All I did the was make a cuppa, take the medications and onto the laptop doing posts and Facebooking.
Les Johnson contacted me to send me a copy of his latest book – Erskine Quint – Tentacles of Evil. His timeless Insanity book was the most entertaining one I’ve ever read – Mad it is! Hehe!
I was on the laptop for hours! It’s nearly 0900hrs now I’ve got around to sorting this diary put.
I must get myself ready for the two buses trip to the QMC for me INR blood tests now. Had a good soak in the bath, shaved (only the one cut today), teggies bled a bit, though, No blood from Little Inchy (Hurrah!) but two dizzies when in the bath, Tsk!
I’ll be back later, just hope I’m up to telling you about the trip, and not too drained.
Must get my ablutions done now. See you when I get back, hopefully. I hope I remember to get some paper and envelope so I can reply to Pete’s letter from Hong Kong that arrived yesterday.
I’m back – sooner than expected too – and after a hiatus or two, and period of sheer panic as well!
I’d left the flat, taking the rubbish bags to the chute as normal, went down to the bus stop where I asked the only person there, a chap if he could tell me the time, please. He grunted, sneered and shouted “20 past ten” and spat on the floor? The first enemy I’ve made since being here in the flats. I foolishly tried to let him know of my displeasure at his attitude, by replying in as loud a voice as I could manage “Well thank you kindly, really sorry to bother you, git!” He just ignored me.
Onto the bus and into the City Centre. Stepped off the bus and into the Post Office, where I made inquiries about sending letters to America with the lady at the customer services counter. Apparently we no longer need Air-MAil envelopes, plain ones will do. Take the readied letter to the Post Office and they will weigh it and charge you whatever it comes to. I thanked her and set off to the bus stop for the QMC buses.
I was soon at the Queens Medical Centre.
Straight to the Haematology, took a waiting ticket and waited.
Read a few chapters of me Sniper book.
Number 178 came up on the screen and I was in and being greeted my the young lady on station three. Then the fun began.
I had to explain to her, why I didn’t have a dated appointment card: I told her about having it (the INR blood test) on Monday, and they (The Anticoagulation Team), had phone me Monday night to tell me the level was far too high and not to take any Monday night – and I had told them, I’d just taken the Warfarin with the other medications. They changed the dosage and told me I ‘Must’ make an appointment with me doctors nurse for another test on Thursday, so I do not have an appointment card.
Tuesday morning, a Nottingham City Homes Coordinator rang the surgery for me, who informed us that they have no free appointments for Thursday at all. So, I had to come here instead to get it done.
The nice lady nurse told me to sit in the corner on a chair and wait while she rang them, which she did.
Fifteen minutes later she came back to me and told me to wait until they rang back, which I did. Read a few more chapters of the Sniper book while doing so.
They rang back the nice lady nurse answered them, then came to again and asked me if I knew it was Wednesday today and not Thursday?
“Ah”, I said, “Is it indeed?” Putting on suitably ashamed and embarrassed expression on my face, I asked the pretty young nurse “Would it be possible to take it today please?”
The nice girl nurse returned to the phone and spoke with the Obergruppenfurher from the Anticoagulation clinic again, before returning to me and telling me I had caused problems for them, but yes, she’ll take it now.
“I knew what day it was really, but I didn’t want to miss tomorrow’s Windwood Hut Tenants social Hour, I felt so guilty – Tsk, hehe!”
She took the blood and I was soon off out to catch a bus back into Nottingham City Centre.
I checked the time when I arrived, dropping off at theVictoria Centre shopping mall. I had about 45 minutes before the next L9 bus was due. So I walked into the mall and got some Wholemeal Irish soda bread and a TV paper for next week from Tesco.
Some folks at downstairs on seating caught my eye, as everyone seemed to have a mobile phone on the go?
I called in Smiths and got some writing pads and envelopes.
As I passed the jewellery store, I noticed they had now got a window at he bottom, dedicated to used items.
These wristbands I thought the TFZ gals might like, so I took a photo of them.
Getting back up I had another dizzy, it lasted a good while this one and when I was ready to hobble on, realised I had to get a move on or I might miss the last L9 bus.
I walked as fast I could, well, hobbled and limped more like. Hehe! As I walked through the walk over above Upper Parliament Street, I took a quick photo of the traffic and shoplifters below… oh sorry, I meant pedestrians below.
Haha! I am a fool!
I limped down and onto the street, along the pavement on the left of this photograph above to end, and down into Queen Street and waited for the L9 bus, timed it well. The auto-sign read it was due in 4 minuted.
Lost her purse, and still smiling!
It arrived 10 minutes later and I alighted, and as the only passenger on it. At the next stop, a lady who I met at the Windwood Hut Social Hours got on and sat next to me, well in front of me anyway.
We had a jolly good natter en route to the flats. This lady lives in the other block of flats, Winchester Court. She had lost her purse last week she was telling me. Lovely lady, when I got off at the stop before her, she said she’d see me tomorrow at the social hour. Her daughter was helping her sort things out. Cheered my up a bit with chin-wag did!
Up to the flat, did some WordPress sorting.
Made a cup of tea and got the lamb in the oven and tomatoes in the pan. Took the medications.
To the porcelain, another dizzy. Humph!
I ate lambs leg chop and tomatoes, soaking up the juices with the wholemeal Irish Soda Bread.
Rated this one as 5.2/10!
The chop was very tough for some reason, I’d over-salted the tomatoes, but the soda bread and dessert were okayish.
Got the pots washed, and as I settled to watch, feeling a little despondent, another dizzy arrived! Only a short one, though. I’d thought that the dizzies affected me more when the INR level was low, not like it is now the highest ever? I felt a bit discombobulated now and started to fret over everything as the mind raced away on its own. I watched much TV, but it wasn’t sinking in what I was looking at.
Hours and hours spent waiting to nod off. Huh!
At least, I’ve wangled getting myself free for the highlight of the week in the morning, the Winwood Hut Social Hour.
Started shaking all over for no apparent reason, it wasn’t cold at all?
I woke up, bounding about dancing, singing and showing all the signs of what a healthy, fit, dynamic, handsome young man does when Spring arrives!
I’ll start again then; I awoke, feeling groggy, in pain and urgent need of the bathroom porcelain.
More pain, I might have to go back on the Entrolax.
In fact, I’ll take one now with my lovely strong cup of tea and the other medications.
Got the laptop on and titivated Saturday’s dairy and got it published.
I have to say, the shoulder and neck are a lot easier this morning.
Finished Part Two of the ‘Repairs’ series and got that posted.
Got the laundry things ready and in the bag, added my book and took the rubbish bags to the chute on my way down to the Laundry Room.
Got the washing machine working then sat in the Foyer to read my book.
When it had done I moved the clothes into the dryer.b
I had planned to go out and have a walk around outside, but, although it looked nice out there, it was flaming cold!
Cold enough for me not to go out after all and return to my book sat in the foyer.
The ‘Sniper’ book, is one of those annoying ones that you have to fight to keep the pages open and is printed too close to the centre when open.
I gathered the cleaned things and returned to the flat. Put them away in the airing cupboard, visited the porcelain and made a cuppa.
Got the laptop back on, opened CorelDraw X8 and WordPress, then I updated this earth-shatteringly interesting dairy off.
Then did some work on Part Three of the Repairs Advice post.
Took a while that did.
Hours and hours on Facebook, WordPress and CorelDraw X8. Then I checked the emails.
Pains across the chest rib-cage started itching like mad and stayed like that ever since. I’ll mention this to the nurse tomorrow. Because it got worse when I settled later?
Got the nosh on.
Lamb hotpot, roast vegetables, beetroot and sticks.
Rated at 9.22/10
Ate this all up with relish.
The itching getting annoying, and the scratching causing bleeding was irresistible and unavoidable. Driving me bonkers it is!
Woke very late, gone 0430hrs. No signs of any dizzy thankfully. Arthur, Gyna, Hem Arroids and the ulcer were all in a good mood, only Roger Reflux was giving me any real hassle this morning.
No signs of any dizzy thankfully. Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Hem Arroids and the Duo Denal were all in a good mood, only Roger Reflux was giving me any real hassle this morning. And, no blood from Little Inchy either!
Remembered the Winwood Social Hut Meeting was on at ten o’clock (Looking forward to this!).
Noticed the large bag of washing, still awaiting my attentions. I must see if any machines are free after the ‘Social Hour’.
Got the laptop on. Made a cuppa and took the medications.
Out of Nicorandil, but the regular statins and beta-blockers were there. I must get to the GP surgery to try and get a prescription sorted.I know, I’ll email them now asking for one and check when this months dollop of medications will be ready for me to collect. Hang on a second
I know, I’ll email them now and ask for one and check when this months dollop of medications will be ready for me to collect. Hang on for a second, please. Got it done and sent via email.
Got the nibbles and gifts ready in the bag for the meeting.
Finished Wednesday’s Inchcock Today, and started this one off, then I had another session of starting the next ‘It’s Been a Funny Old Life’ Part 6.
I only got as far as doing some graphicalisationing, the header and some smudges ready to use later on, though. Had to get the ablutions done so as not to be late for the Social session.
Did the teggies, shaved, used the throne then got into the luxuriously doctored bath. When I around to sorting ‘Little Inchy’ out; Oh dear! The blood flowed and flowed, hell of a job stopping it. Used the Betamethasone cream, but it was ages before it stopped leaking the red stuff.
I must tell the GP about this and get another appointment at the GUM Clinic sorted out.
Then, as I was cleaning the bath after my scrub up and little soak, I noticed the bruising on the right arm where the Obergruppenfurher Nurse had used another vein after so long using the same one without any bother.
Also, a mystery burn mark on the back of the hand?
Confused about that one I am!
Off down to the Windwood Hut, not so many folks there this morning, but we all had fun and laugh. Gave the organisers some prizes for the raffle. Eddy, the 93-year-old chap we all love was absent, he’s had to go the doctors go for an inoculation. I won a mini-bag of Marshmallows, my hearing aid batteries both packed up and BJ arrived late (Fany that!).
I tried to use the Instax mini camera, but it would not work for some unfathomable reason. Tsk!
I gave some of the girls a small Smarties Easter Egg and I was tickled pink when they all said they liked them.
BJ reminded me he was lifting me to the Carpet place in Arnold after the gathering. He also offered to lift the 82-year-old lady we sit at the same table with, who was sat on his right today in this photograph. That was jolly nice of him!
I left a few minutes early so I could get to the flat and put some new hearing aid batteries in.
I met BJ at the car park and then collected the lady from Winchester Court. Dropped her off on Mapperley top, and carried on to the carpet place. I got one for £20, no plain coloured ones available again.
BJ offered to lift me to Asda, also in Arnold so I ould get some bread.
We arrived in Asda car park, and BJ checked his tyre pressures while I went in the store. Where I got carried away once more; Got TV magazine, Irish Batch bread, Irish potato thins, several desserts including Lemon Sundae, Strawberry and Raspberry desserts and a ready meal of Lamb and Colcannon mash.
BJ ran me back to the flats, loaded me up with the bags and roll of carpet and departed, saying he might come again next week. I hope he does, cause the old dears like him now.
As I entered, I saw one of the washing machines was free; So I nipped up and put the things away, got the washing and accoutrements and went back down and got the washer going.
Then started to read my book. Lilly turned up, and luckily I’d got some chocolate coins in my pocket to give her, she expects some nibbles when she sees me now, in fact, she demands them, bless her cotton socks!
I moved the clobber into the dryer and went back up and started to update this diary somewhat, and titivated some of the graphics to use later.
Went down and the dryer had finished, packed the clothes into the bag and back up to number 72.
Did some more of this diary, but was feeling fatigued as usual. So I got today’s last of the lamb chops in the oven, to slowly cook through.
Put the baked beans in the saucepan ready. The Irish Batch bread at hand, to dip into the sauce and beans.
Just hope I stay awake long enough now. Hehe!
Did some Facebooking.
Finally, the fodder was ready. A simple fayre for a pure fool.
Baked beans, lamb chops, Irish Batch bread followed with a very lip-smackingly sweet Honey flavoured yoghourt.
The lamb chops, well, at least, one of them, was 70% bone – but what meat there was, was so tasty! The excessive amount of bone kept the rating down to an 8.9/10.
A Whoopsiedangleplop followed, well I say, Whoopsidangleplop. More a minor hiatus. I was looking at a terribly poorly made produced and performed DVD film. So bad, I decided to throw it away afterwards. It was an insult to prisoners in the concentration camps.
I watched some TV, and when I cleared up and took the rubbish bags and threw them down the chute and returned to the flat – I realised I’d thrown away the wrong DVD. James Bond and Miss Moneypenny had bit the dust! Hehe!
Got me head down, well I fell asleep watching Law & Order.
