00:30hrs. I woke up with the mind back in its ‘Confusion-Mode.’ I lay there, worrying, fretting, getting sad then angry, losing willpower, then feeling almost confident, next, admitting that failure and defeat are a natural part of my existence. Then, I delved into the world of delusions, eccentricity, weirdness, fears, and disorientation. Eventually returning to the state of recognising the untenability of life and readiness to meekly plod on in my born-loser, incompetent, non-achieving, trying life: embracing my lack of education, social skills, lackadaisicalness, and lethargic languorousness.
No singing to myself this morning, no chirpiness. Just a gloom; a cloud that followed me around from the moment I’d freed my horrendously stomach-heavy body from the Circa 1968, second-hand £300 recliner. This gloom, remained for a while today, it took me ages to release myself from it.
I almost robotically answered the call to the Porcelain Throne. Where I was knocked down another peg or two when I found that Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding overnight. The evacuation was alright, though. Then I did the Health Checks.
I got the computer on, and I don’t know why, but I made a blog about ‘Cides’ and the human race. This took me hours and hours, but from somewhere the determination to get it finished and posted was paramount to me. It’s not even a smart or witty post, but I persisted and got it done and sent off.
This may have represented my state of mind at the time, I suppose?
I have to say that after posting it off, it was a relief to me, and my outlook warmed a little, and Adam Faith’s ♫ ‘The Time has Come’ ♫ flowed quietly from my lips. Being a fool comes easy to me, you know!
I updated the Tuesday blog, and this took me another four hours to get finished. I was ready to get my head down now. I’d gone through the mental torment, medicationalised certain areas with great discomfort, spent eight hours or more computerising what didn’t need doing, cheered up a tad and now the day was almost over! I need help I think? Hehehe!
I made some brekkers, Marmite based I must admit. The Vegemite I bought, is as good as Marmite and I love them both.
It always makes me think of Marie Young in Australia when I have any of the Vegemite. Such a wonderfully witty woman, who loves animals too. Hello Marie? Hope all is well over there with you and the pets? Give fatigued a bit of fuss from me, please. And have an ether-cuddle! ♥
Went to wash the mug and make another brew. And noticed a bit of smoke far away?
I was now very tired, but not feeling so down.
I went for another Porcelain Throne visit, and for the second time this week, I nodded off on the seat! Luckily, this time, I did not fall over when I woke up. Tsk!
Thought I’d better get the Health Checks and nosh sorted out while I was conscious. Hahaha!
Did some bacon in the oven, when ready I added the cooked rashers to the saucepan with the tomatoes with basil and oregano seasoning on the hot plate. Then put the part-baked cobs in the hot oven, while the bacon marinated with the tom’s a little longer.
Bootiful! A Taste-Rating of 9/10!
I went through the usual routine with the TV. Repeatedly nodding and waking. I soon gave up and turned off the television. Did the last Health Checks and settled down to sleep.
Which I did for over six hours, which was welcome.
01:05hrs: Woke up after six hours uninterrupted sleep, feeling a lot better this morning. The customary wee-wee had to be taken, I used the Emergency Stand-by Grey Bin. Which had some content in it, that I could not remember doing? No pain with the releasing of the fluid. In fact, it was a VSWWW (Very short-Weak-Wee-wee).
The freeing of the horrendously bloated stomached body from the £300, c. 1968 recliner was done with ease. Oh yes! I took the grey bin to the kitchen with me for cleaning and disinfecting. That done, I got out the hypodermic, wax softener, and sphygmomanometer to start doing the Health Checks. I had to nip to the wet room for another wee-wee, again of the VSWWW type. Washed the dandies and wiped the contact surfaces with Dettol, and back to the kitchen and the Health Checking.
Well satisfied with the resulting figures this time.
Well, apart from the high pulse continuing to go up and up. I half-expect that I’ll blow-up at some stage later today. Hehe!
Then I needed to have a third VSWWW!
After which I had a look at the leg wound. I have to say: it looked a lot better. It felt better too!
Yes, it does look like a new growth is coming up to the side of it, but it looks far less tender and vividly coloured. Then I realised that this may be due to the fact that I’d just rested it overnight.
So I resisted getting excited and waited until later when I’d been on the pins a while and make another assessment then. The feeling that I had worms inside the leg continues, but not hurting. It would be so typical of my luck, that by the time I get the appointment for the treatment clinic, it will have gone down! Schlimazel!
Took the medications and updated yesterday’s diary and got it sent off to WordPress.
Went on the WordPress Reader section.
Then I got some cornflakes for breakfast and watched some Youtube clips.
Got the ablutions tended to.
The mystery of the missing toothbrush remains. Good job I held on to an old one.
Got dressed, made sure the camera was taken with me and set off to go to the surgery for the Warfarin Blood test, then to the City Centre to take some photographs from the Nottingham Wheel cage.
I dropped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Warden and Opera singer Deana and International Champion Gymnast Warden Julie were working away in the office and holding cell. I paid for my TV licence while I was there. Mind you, with falling asleep so regularly when I try to watch owt on the box, I’m so glad I now get a cheaper licence. Hehe! Thanked them and set off at a fair pace, to hobble to the Carrington and the nurse.
The walk to the surgery was only hampered by two things. One, Back-Pain Brenda, who eased off when I got to the doctors.
The other, as I got to the crest of the hill on Mansfield Road to go down into Carrington, a damned ignorant, antisocial, bullying swine of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist made me jump as the moron shot by me from behind and made me jump. You can see him in the distance here.
Then, moments later, another one of the Pavement Cyclist actually hit me with his handlebar – and this one was pushing his bike on the pavement!
I arrived at the surgery and logged in with the receptionist. Sat down and had a go at the crossword book.
The leg wound thing started to hurt after I sat down? Then the cheering and delightful, uplifting sound of Nurse Nichole calling me to follow her arrived. As she took the blood for the INR test, she kindly explained some of the things I can expect when I eventually get to the medical centre to had the wound/infection looked at, and have the compression socks fitted. She also told me this usually takes two to three weeks after they test the sample. And advised me to keep the current socks pulled up above the wound at all times. I thanked her and handed over the nibble treats. Handed some to the receptionists, said my farewells and out to the bus stop to catch one to town.
I thought it seemed a bit nippier in the City Centre. I made my way straight down Queen Street into Slab Square. Went to the kiosk for the Nottingham Wheel ride, and when I’d paid my £6 Concession fee, I remembered last year and how I struggled to get up the steps and into the cage.
I struggled, even more, this time. An attendant chap kindly came half-way down the steps to assist me up. I did feel a fool!
The doorway seemed much narrower than last year… but I was aware it was me who had grown broader and blobbier than last year!
The plexiglass was filthy, smeared. The weak cold sunshine and reflections ruined many of my photographs.
Each time my cage got to the top high up, the winds would blow the cage all about, making steady photograph taking a case of pot-luck, and on some turns up there, impossible!
Still, it made a change.
Here are a few of the resulting photographicalisations wot I took! Hehehe! After having to discard many lousy shots.
In the morning, I made a post of all of the pictures taken and sent it off to WordPress. Please click here to see it, I fank you!
I exited the ride and somehow got down the various sets of stairways and onto the Slab Square and terra-firma. Off up to the bus stop and waited for the L9 to arrive.
My mind went into one of its daydreaming-modes. I thought about Sister Jane, and that led to other memories of the old Meadows area of Nottingham. An Oxo cube in the basin for dinner, Dad, school, poor Mr Holmes, Mr Widdowson, Chris Wright, the debt collectors searching for Mother, the tin bath on the train wall outside with the WCs and coal-houses in the yard. Oh yes, the meditation of good and bad times was actually enjoyed. No feeling I was hard done by. As I came out of the daydream…
I noticed the L9 bus pulling away from the bus stop! Klutz! So, I walked down, and fifteen minutes later, I caught the next 40 bus.
Got into the flat, and realised I had not had a wee-wee for hours and hours, and didn’t need one now. This surprised me at first; then I remembered I had not taken a Furesomide tablet.
Hunger now dawned, so I set about making a nosh. A fish meal.
Garden peas, potato nuggets, tomatoes, battered fish sticks, erm, fingers I mean, and some mackerel in the tasty sauce.
The last of the milk roll bread to soak up the sauce and make fish finger sarnies to eat. Hehehe!
I took the meal things and washed them up.
The evening sky almost looked like artwork, I thought.
Once again, I planned the TV viewing that I fancied. Why do I bother!
Boon, Pie in the Sky, Law & Order and Sliders.
I didn’t get halfway through Boon before I’d nodded off! I got a bonus when I woke up later and saw the last two minutes of Pie in the Sky, though. Hehe!
01:40. The waking thoughts were confused and flooding into the brain at an impossibly rapid rate for me to diagnose, absorb or clarify. However, they soon evanesced into the ether, as soon as the need for a wee-wee made itself known.
I extracted my inconveniently wobbly-jelly-mould-like overweight stomached body from the £300 second-hand mechanically life-threatening recliner. I got to the Emergency Grey Plastic Bin in plenty of time and relieved myself via a wee-wee of the SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like Wee-wee) variety. (After which most of the subsequent fluid evacuations were of the SNSWW (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-wees again) mode.
The leg wound was throbbing away like an old Gardner 150 LX diesel engine turns over. A closer inspection revealed that whatever the thing is, is swelling and spreading around the lower leg now, and will soon link up with the original wound. With the sole of the other foot still hurting to walk on, and now this, getting about may prove to be a struggle later. I hope that the Medical Centre, wherever it is, will contact me soon rather than later to have it looked at properly.
I remember Nurse Oberstgruppenführeress Ann telling me when she put on the ointment and plaster; “That’s it, all your problem now, I shan’t be doing any more for this…” She did add, “The sample taken will be analysed and a Medical Centre will get in touch with you!”
Let me try and work out how long it will take, bearing in mind it took seven days before I could see the Doctor in the first place.
So, Thursday it was when I got the plaster put on, that means most likely this unknown Medical Centre will not be informed before Monday at the earliest, or later by the time they get the results of the testing. Then they will have to fit me in and have to get the Compression Hosiery and plan medicationalistical needs to be sorted out… Hmm… I estimate six days. I might hear from them by next Friday, for an appointment possibly for the next week sometime. Thursday at the earliest, then, any appointment is likely to take them a few more days, which means the following week after that one. I’ve lost my plot here! Hehehe! This morning for the first time, it is as tender as it looks.
I always feel like I am a nuisance when I go to see the Doctor. If things carry on like this and get much worse, I might find myself having to ask for a move into one of the new Winwood Court Extra Care flats. Hehehe!
Hello, the sensation of wriggling worms has joined stinging, and itching has started getting stronger in the leg now. Ah-well, you can’t win em all!
On with the Health Checks.
The Sys had gone up to the highest of the week. On the bright side, the absence of hassle from Anne Gyna, Back-Pain-Brenda, Hernia Harry, Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger and Haemorrhoid Harold is very welcome. The only bothers are Kidney-Aching-Kevin and Duodenal Donald. I can cope with these after yesterdays Dizzy Dennis spells and Shaking Shaun. The leg wound still concerns me, though.
I set about updating the Saturday daymare diary. It took me a long time, but eventually, I got it finished and sent off to WordPress. Then I went on the WP reader section.
All these things were in-between the many persistent SNSWWs of course.
Made a mug of tea and had some cornflakes for brekkers.
Ablutions all sorted, and down to the laundry room. Malcolm from number 70 was doing his washing. Little chinwag enjoyed.
I got the washing in the machine and then took the recycling bag out to the caretaker’s doorway.
Back up to the flat and refilled the pots with pods and freshener.
Got the veg in the crock-pot on the high setting. I only used onion salt as seasoning.
Mushrooms, parsnips, leeks, carrot and turnips used.
Back down and moved the clothes to the dryer. Washed the drum and casings. Tons dried of dried soap powder in the drawers. Cleared them as best I could. Tsk!
Up to do a little more updating on the post. But, I was not sure how long I needed before having to collect them again.
This was due to my taking off the new-to-me £2 wristwatch, that I spent £10 on getting a new strap. I did this cause I was getting red marks on the wrist that looked like the ones on the ankle did when they first appeared.
So I went down earlier than I normally would have to collect the dry clothing, and I found that the washing still not dry enough.
So, I nipped outside, to take this photograph. It wasn’t too cold out there, with little wind.
When I came back inside the lobby, I espied some giveaways on the coffee table in the foyer.
I had a nosey.
I imagine these were from the poor chap who had passed away.
I went into the laundry room and was unaware that I was singing to myself as I emptied the clothes from the dryer machine. A chap who I often chinwag with was passing the doorway. He came over and with a smile, said to me. “That’s what I like to hear, a chap working away and singing to himself!” I laughed and thanked home very much!
I got the togs sorted, folded and into the laundry bag.
There were far less clothing, with my being flat-bound by the Furesomide prompted wee-wees and the new wound too painful for a lot of walking. Humph!
So that the not getting dressed for three days had saved me a bit of time. Hahaha!
As I left the laundry room to go back up to the flat with the bag, I noticed this note on the Fire-Alarm panel. But the green light was on on the right, so things must be alright and safe.
Only one elevator was working today. Yet I managed to get it each time I needed to use it. Amazing really!
In our ostentatious, extravagantly, decorated, homely, warmth-giving, welcoming lift lobby, at the far end of it, they had sealed up the new tunnel entrance they are erecting, that will lead to the new Extra Care Winwood Court and the Generalfeldmarschalless Warden’s holding-cells and offices, doorway.
I made my way back up to the apartment, had a wee-wee, washed the hands and got the laundry stored away in the airing cupboard.
I finished off the funny graphic post about the leg wound. (Or whatever it is!) Posted it off.
Sister Jane rang, bless her, and we had a chat for a while. It was a very educational chinwag for me. At least I learnt that I am eating the wrong type of porridge, I am far too heavy, and she will get to visit me after the Brexit negotiations are all sorted if she is not shopping at Morrisons, going out for a meal or Nottingham Forest are playing on that day. Hehehe!
Oh, I must remember the INR Warfarin blood test is on Monday, tomorrow this week cause they could not fit me in before midnight on my usual day, Tuesday. Well, with my odd sleeping patterns, 12:00hrs is midnight for me! I decided to make a large reminder card and stick it up so I cannot miss it in the morning. Better safe than sorry!
Did the Health Checks.
Got the nosh sorted. Mushrooms, tomatoes, apple, parsnips, turnips, carrot, leeks, Marmite cheese, mash with onion, and two mini pork & pickle pies. Lemon mousse to follow.
Taste Rating of 8.9/10 given, and, I ate it all!
Put the pots in the washing-up bowl to soak, and back to the recliner to settle and watch some TV.
Which was when I realised I had written the wrong time for the appointment in the morning on the reminder note hanging over the computer screen! Schlemiel! It should have read 0945hrs!
I soon drifted off into dreamland. Where I remained for six hours, and not a single waking for a wee-wee!
02:00hrs. When I woke up, it became apparent that I had either died or was still asleep! For there was no throbbing from the leg wound, and Duodenal Donald, Kidney Ache Kevin, Arthur sure, and Anne Gyna pains were all absent! Almost instantly on this realisation, the desperate need for a wee-wee arrived.
Then things got back to normal. As I started to choreograph my tactics to free myself from the delightfully snug environment of the £300 second-hand circa 1968 dilapidated, ramshackle rusty recliner, the pains returned, the moment I moved my first limb, in this order; Kidney Ache Kevin, the ankle wound stinging and throbbing, then Anne Gyna kicked at me.
Attempting to stand up, the left foot heel pains, Arthur Itis’s ridden knees, and Duodenal Donald joined in with the unpleasant actions from the other ailments. This habituated things back to normal, and I was sure now that I had indeed not died, nor was I asleep dreaming. In fact, I was getting a touch nervous about the lack of pains.
But there was no time to ponder over the situation, as the demand for the wee-wee was growing in severity. Luckily, the disinfected Emergency Grey Bin was only a few feet away, and this was a good job too!
I tore the jammie cord from its stitching as I hastened to get things in position for the urinational duties! But still failed to avoid some overspill! I removed the jammie-bottoms and put them in soak with liquid-soap-flakes and Dettol disinfectant. This first release of the day was of the fierce LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) class. All following wee-wees were of the lesser harmful SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wees)
I mused a moment: Surely I must be due a betterer day soon, I pondered. Then I burst silently into singing ♫ Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside, oh, I do like to be… ♫ Why? I’m not certain. Mental derangement, insaneness, dementia, lunacy, asininity, stupidity, old age, drug-induced dottiness and delirium, delusion, illusion or psychosis? Who knows. But, I am sure that the good days of having a short-term memory and a degree of logicality and decision-making abilities are now irredivivous. Tsk!
I got the kettle on, and once again, as I did so, I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne. Another Trotsky Terence like-evacuation. Leaving a possibly even more gross after-aroma than usual behind.
I got the Health Checks, and medicationalisationing was done.
The readings looked okay to me.
Gobbled the tablets and medicines, and then had another SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wee).
I set up the computer ready to start the updating of yesterdays blog, and the oddest of sounds were heard. Rather like wind coming from a released balloon? I had a look around everywhere, but could not find the reason nor source of the sound.
I even got the stepladder and had a look outside.
The sky looked so different from all the clouds up there, so I took this photographicalisation of it. I can use it a backdrop for a Thoughts graphic later, perhaps.
I had a check of the pins while I was in the well-lit kitchen.
The wound was itching away again, but no pain, unless I scratched at it or banged it against something. Although, the feeling like there were worms under the skin was annoying and the devil’s own job to resist scratching at it!
Back to the computer and eventually got the blog finished and posted off. Then went on the WordPress reader. Then onto to TFZer Facebook site.
Made a start on this post up to here, and got some brekkers.
Made up one diary page topper on CorelDraw.
I took off the plaster from the wound as instructed to by Obergruppenführeress Nurse Ann. There were new growths beginning to come now, as whatever infection the wound is on the lower-leg, makes its way creeping all around the leg now. Tsk!
Had a right dizzy turn, so I turned off the computer and just sat down with my leg up. I fell asleep.
Not so good, now. Although the wee-wees were getting fewer and further between, I was in a pickle with the Dizzies coming regularly, even if for only a few seconds at a time. Felt so drained and I’d done nothing much? The wound was demanding to be scratched, itching and now stinging, and then Little Inchies fungal lesion started bleeding. Then, when I tried to walk, pains from the wound began to make me tense up and more fed-up!
I was letting the situation wrangle-me, and I did not like that, getting all sorry for myself.
So, I made a sandwich and some potatoes, for the nosh, although I didn’t feel too hungry at the time, I did eat it all up. Not that there was a lot of it.
At least now that the plaster had come off, I could get a shower.
But, no! Guess who had left the hot water tap running when he put the dishes in the bowl to soak, and now has no hot water!
I watched a 1959 film on Freeview channel 81, and even more annoyingly, fell asleep and missed the last section of the movie – really depressed with things now! Worran horrible day!
An indoors day today – cause of the rampant wee-wees! Furesomide, Tsk! Hehe!
00:25hrs: I could hardly believe it, I’d had seven hours sleep – and not a single wee-wee! Of course being the confident, positive person I am, I had a feel around where I lay, just in case. But all was well. As this strange fact sank in, the call to the Emergency Grey Wee-Wee Bucket arrived. I got out of the £300 second-hand, circa 1968 rusty rickety and often refusing to work, recliner, and was relieving the situation in the bin within a couple of minutes.
Meanwhile, Flatulent Frank kept releasing some tiny little ‘Escapages of wind from the rear end’ that reeked rather rancidly. I thought out loud, It’s not going to be a good day again, is it.
I now have a new bruise on the right leg though, where I caught it on the Ottoman in my panic to gain access to the Emergency Grey Bucket in time. I also noticed how pale the skin was compared to Thursday morning. Looking at the hands and face, they looked pasty as well.
But, there was terrible itching and burning sensation coming from underneath the plaster on the leg. I reckon that is a good sign, I hope.
By the time I’d took a picture of the pins, I needed another wee-wee. They settled down in the SSSWWs (Short-Sharp-Sensationless-Wee-wees) again. If you just take it for granted that I had one every twenty minutes or so throughout the day. This, will save me a lot of typing, thank you. I’m getting fed up with washing my hands! Humph!
Then, Kidney Ache Kevin kicked off. Oy Vey! Worra start to the day!
I got the kettle on and made a brew. Then I had to make my way to the wet room, and Porcelain Throne. Oh, heck! Another Trotsky Terence style evacuation! This started the stomach aching as well as Kidney Kevin’s pangs! Between the ailments, pains, being flat-bound and this maddening itch under the plaster on the leg… No, I will not let things get me down! He says full of ersatz confidence! Klutz! I made myself sing under my breath and chose Frankie Vaughan’s ‘Don’t Stop, Twist’ to start off with. I went through a repertoire of Adam Faith’s, Billy Fury’s, Cliff Richard’s, Elvis’s, Rick Nelson’s and Nat King Cole’s before I’d finished cleaning up and medicating myself.
The tea was well cold when I got back into the kitchen. Discountenance was creeping into my outlook. So, I launched into singing Frank Ifield’s ‘Wayward Wind’! Hehe!
Made a fresh mug of the Glengettie tea, and got the Health Checks done.
Mumbling Dean Martin’s ‘June in January’ as I set up the sphygmomanometer.
Ah, good news at last. The Sys has gone down. I still find it hard, despite my believing that it would be, that the dang BP when I went to the doctors yesterday was all fine… Hang on: I’m losing the plot here… Sorry.
The itching and Kidney Kevin are still going away at their ‘Let’s Annoy the Old Git some more’ routines! I launched into singing Bernard Cribbins ‘Right said Fred’. This singing did not impress Flatulent Frank, as he continued with his releasing little ‘Phwerts’ from the rear end. For once, I hope no one calls at the flat! Phwoor! I’m not all that keen on being in here myself now!
I got some mushrooms, carrots, and peas in the crock pot with a spoonful of caramelised gravy granules in the water.
I had a cuppa and some Marmite biscuits for a late breakfast.
I got on with updating the Thursday post and got it posted eventually. An Email had arrived from the surgery in response to me telling them I could not make the 11:50hrs appointment they had made for me next Tuesday. Explaining yet again about my odd sleeping habits and hours.
They returned with this.
Although this is too late really, I didn’t want to make any bother, so I agreed to Monday at 09:50hrs.
Feeling a bit down now. So, I started off with Nat King Cole’s ‘Unforgettable’.
Then the second Porcelain Throne visit of the day had to be tended to. Again a Trotsky Terence mode of evacuation. More cleaning up to do. Ay-yay-yay!
Back to the computer to make a start on this blog. Had to empty the Emergency Grey Plastic bin and sanitise it, again!
Cheered myself up a tad with Billy Fury’s: ♫ I want to be your lover, but your friend is all I’ve stayed, I’m only Halfway to Paradise… So near, yet so far away… ♫
Went on the WordPress Reader, and the comments section.
I went to the kitchen and took the medications. The two half-tablets were Furosemide. ‘Cause I had a full tablet last night. And half a CodiMorph, because I left out the full Codeine and paracetamol, despite the ailments. I was not in as much pain as yesterday and thought it would do me no harm in reducing them. Then, if things get worse later pain-wise, then I can get more effective relief. Does that make sense? No sooner done, than I had to hasten to the Porcelain Throne.
Oh, dearie-dearie me, Trotsky Terence was back with a vengeance! Duodenal Donald and Dizzy Dennis didn’t help make the evacuation any more acceptable. Tsk! What a mess I had to sort out! Huh!
Washed and medicated, and back to the kitchen. I felt in a semi-buoyant mood, why I didn’t know. I even started singing under my breath.
Then, I realised I had not actually taken the morning medications! What a Nebbish! To make things worse, as I took them, the stabbing stomach pains kicked off, and with the Kevin Kidney aches going, I began to feel a little… what’s the word? Erm, er… crappy will do! The pathetic ‘Feeling-Sorry-for-myself’ Mode nearly showed itself. But I managed to just avoid it, by going on the TFZer Facebook page to add photographs and exchange comments.
The wee-weeing alone will ensure this is another go nowhere far from a WC day. Hehe! But I was determined not to let the runs and ailments ruin the day! I shall get caught up on computer work.
The Sys had come down well for the first time this week.
I’d just utilised the Grey Bin, and had to rush back to the Porcelain Throne again!
Where in the heck is it all coming from? Smirk! I knew where it was reluctant to go, though. After flushing, the WC fills up with water oh, so slowly! I had to use water from the sink to encourage things to go down.
Could yesterday’s ready-made meal be to blame? The label declared it was Cheese & Bacon loaded Fries. Ingredients: Potato (59%), Milk, mature cheddar cheese (6%), Water, Rapeseed, Monterey Jack cheese (2%), Paprika, Garlic puree, smoked bacon lardons (1%), salt, water. And no fewer than eleven other ingredients/preservatives. But, it did taste great! I shall have to resist repurchasing this, just in case.
But it wasn’t all bad news on this visit. I did manage, with some difficulty, to get my socks and PPs (Protection Pants) on. I had to laugh at myself as I struggled to do so! Good job there is no CCTV in the wet room. Hehehe!
No sooner back in the main room, and the Grey Emergency Bin was topped up yet again! It was getting a bit on the full side now, so I emptied cleaned and disinfected it ready for further use (And it got plenty of that I can assure you!).
In between further wee-wees, I made a start on this blog as far as to here. Then went to update and finish off the long, complicated Thursday post.
I got myself in a bit of mess and pickle with the blogs, when a Dizzy Dennis visit sent my mind all over the place. I hope it comes out alright, and this one. Concentration shot to pieces and mind-confusion reigned!
Health Checks were done.
Got the late nosh sorted. I used one of the divided plastic trays to serve it up in. Odd, how the peas that came with the beef were so colourful, and those I did with the carrots and mushrooms in the crock-pot, so dark. But the home-cooked ones tasted much betterer!
By now, I was suffering from the throbbing leg wound and the uncooperative brain. I ate it all anyway (Not the mind… Hahaha!) I found the tray all washed up and no bits in the bin in the morning. Sherlock Inchcock strikes again!
I must have taken this picture of the sun going down, cause I found it in the SD card this morning (Saturday).
This one of the pin and ankle plaster, I do remember taking, though. As I settled down to lay there for hours waiting for sleep to come, I recall looking at the ankle and thinking ‘Would the photo show the throbbing?’ Hehe! I know this doesn’t sound right, but it was like a dull-throbbing that prompted thoughts of worms coming out of the flesh anytime now! Well, I was struggling to concentrate on things.
A terrible not much kip, night – but on the bright side, the Wee-wee demands eased off.
There may be mistakes in the blog – I was still finding concentration hard to come by in the morning when I updated it. If so, sorry about that.
23:40hrs. As I woke up, the brain was a torrent of many confused thoughts. A breach of the peace of my mind. I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming or not, but I was musing over my being in a condemned cell, playing Monopoly with a chap I thought was my executioner. The themes changed, but over the next fifteen minutes or so, I always seemed to come back to the distempered brick walled cell, and my being beaten into Monopoly bankruptcy by the hangman. Who incidentally was wearing a pink hood, while the rest of the visions were in mono? The side thoughts and fears were all involving nerterology of some sort. These mystifying ponderations eventually dissipated into the ether, as a wee-wee was required. Luckily, I scribbled some notes on the pad on the Ottoman. For when it came to my writing this blog, all actual memories of any dreaming had gone, apart from the picture of me in the cell, which I tried to reproduce in the graphic above.
Getting my abdominally weighty body free of the second-hand, 1968 rusty recliner, was done with no problems or pains. Amazing how things are so different from one morning to the next?
Ah, back to the SSDWWs (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wees) again. Always difficult to judge whether they have finished or not, so, extra care was needed to be taken. Tsk!
I went to the computer to turn it on and saw the reminder note hanging on the screen. The Doctor today 0850hrs. Leg problems, falling asleep all the time, kidney pains, Furesomide, and hosiery availability. I put this note into the jacket pocket straight away, so I didn’t forget to take it with me to the surgery and made sure the INR Anticoagulation and Arterial Thrombosis clinic record card was in there too. This made me remember the nibbles for the nurses and staff, so I put them in the bag.
Had another SSDWW, then I got the Health Checks done.
Aha, I expected this to happen, especially as I am off to the Doctors later; The BP has come down suddenly. Huh! The temperature and pulse are still high though.
I’d just made a brew of tea, and had to nip off to the wet room to use the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was a bit messy and with a little bleeding.
When I checked the pins, the blood papsules, welts or whatever they are on the ankle, were a little more vivid this morning. But dry, no leaking at all.
Another SSDWW, they are coming a bit regularly at the moment. Oh, dear!
Made a start on updating the Wednesday blog, and within minutes, another Porcelain Throne visit was required.
The thought of them coming back!
This one was far less messy and with much less bleeding. However, the aroma that accompanied the evacuation was so strong, I had to shut the window in case it attracted any Scarabaeidae(dung beetles – surprisingly there are 40 species in the UK!) who might have caught a whiff, to join the Weevils in the flat. Hehehe!
As I wrote this, and not having seen any EIBWBBBs (Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) for a while, I looked up on the web to find out if they hibernate. I found out that: Boll weevils do hibernate in winter and before sleeping they produce many further generations. The female can lay up to 300 eggs over a 10 – to 12 -day period! They come out of hibernation in Spring it says. Argh! I’m glad I’ve got some sprays at the ready for when they relaunch their attacks!
Oh, the memories of my losing battle with them haunt me. The thought that they will return pees me off!
Got some brekkers. Marmite biscuits with a round of Marmite cheese, and a mug of tea and few Scottish Shortie biscuits to round it off.
Ablution sorted. Did the midday Health Checks in case I am back too late from the surgery.
I set off out: the weather was not too cold at all as I plodded down Winchester Street Hill.
Left onto Mansfield Street and first right along Marshall Street and onto Mansfield Road, turning left towards Carrington.
I was feeling pretty good in myself, apart from a few wobbles here and there, but they were not proper dizzies, just a loss of balance. Likely due to the blood pressure, and the water retention in the pins.
I ambled along, no rush, I’d given myself plenty of time to get to Sherrington Park in time.
At the Library, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he sped by me from behind. Too quick for me to get the camera out.
Near the top of the hill crest, an idiot of a disabled scooter rider was travelling on the road in the bus lane! Unbelievable!
Down the hill and into the surgery. I was instantly cheered when a lady asked me if I was feeling alright! “Fine thank you” I replied, she added: “Well you don’t look it, very pale you are!” I’m not if this was due to the water retention or the Warfarin INR level being so far out.
I logged in and had to nip to their WC for a wee-wee. Back to the waiting area got the crossword book out. But the concentration was terrible, and I didn’t answer many clues today. Dr Vindla came out to call me in.
I thought it would be polite to start with “How do you feel now you’re back from holiday” and threw her a smile…
“Busy!” came the reply!
I handed her the notes I’d made of things of concern.
Furesomide: “Have you been taking the Furosemide?” – “No, I’ve run out! – “Why?” – I asked for some and was told it would be best to wait for your return before getting any in case you wanted me to stop them!” Her fingers flashed on the computer keyboard, and she told me that, “A prescription had been sent to the chemist a fortnight ago and not been collected!” Although I had not been informed about this, I felt a right fool!
Showed her the new welts and papsules on the ankle top. She had a poke about and took a swab from the wound. Called Nurse Ann into the room (No nurse Nichole for me today! Sob!) They both had a prod around, and I was informed that after the sample had been analysed in a day or two, I would be contacted to go to a Treatment Centre somewhere, whoever can fit you in, and be examined. Also, they will sort out some support hosiery for you if needed!
I mumbled my thanks to her.
“You can go now,” she said. Pointing to the other door in the room, “That way, and don’t forget Nurse Ann will put a dressing on that wound!” Me: No, thank you very much! Head down and off out and sat in the nurses waiting area.
I was called in and told to sit down! The blood was taken, and I handed her the Anticoagulation record. She took the blood sample and said: “Press hard on that, right!” So I pressed hard on the cotton wool. As she set about putting some cream and a large plaster on the leg wound, which was uncomfortable with my pushing down hard on the arm vein and leaning against the arm on the trolley top to aid the pressure, with the other foot spread out in the opposite direction being medicated. Hehehe!
The kidney examination and the Shingle injection are both booked for next Thursday, now. And don’t forget to fetch the Furesomides from the pharmacy! “Thank you” I sheepishly replied.
I left her some nibbles and departed to the receptionist. Left them a box of the chocolate wheels.
Just so glad to get out.
I made my way to the Chemists in Carrington. Scarily I caught my reflection in the barber’s window: By Gawd the lady was right, I did look very pale! Tsk!
The pretty young lady in the chemist then asked me if I was feeling alright? If I looked that bad and poorly, how come no one in the surgery said anything? Confusion-Mode-Adopted!
I asked for the medications. She looked confused and summoned the pharmacist. He told me that I came in two weeks ago, and I was told that the next monthly prescriptions would be ready around the 2nd March! Yes, I said, but I do not want them, the Doctor told she had sent a prescription for Furesomide… He interrupted: We have not received any prescriptions for Furesomide for you! As I was saying, the Doctor told she had sent a prescription for Furesomide two weeks ago. It’s just that no one told me!
Ah, yes. And then, he went behind his counter and gave the said medications to the pretty girl, and he pretended to look busy and spoke to me no more!
Am I going mad, or did all this really happen to me? No wonder I’m looking pale!
I went into the Lidl store and came out with a fresh ready-made dinner, nibble-box top-ups, crispy onions, tomatoes and a bag of very costly, but classy Swedish, or was it Switzerland made nougat. Which, of course, I will limit myself to eating just one cube a day, and not overdo it, cause it has a lot of sugar in it. Ahem!
This Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist shot by, and I am sure he did not even know or was bothered about how close he came to hitting the lady stood in front of me. Git!
Now a little concerned by my pale appearance and the uncomfortable medical experiences, I caught a bus back to Sherwood, to get the L9, up the hill to the apartments.
The timing looked good. Dropped off in Sherwood and crossed over the road and met resident Roy doing some window shopping.
We tried to have a natter, but both of having low voices and suffering hearing loss, it was a bit ridiculous.
The bus arrived on time and soon had us back at the apartments.
I popped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.
With them medics seeing me early and rushing me through, this meant I could catch the last few minutes of the Winwood Social Hour. But, most had left by then. Had a natter with BJ outside the hut, and went in. Jenny was in good form, telling me off for me not telling the doctor people I could not attend Thursday meetings. I did mean to, but the confusion over so many things, appointments, treatments, and ailments is my excuse for not doing it. Hehe!
I think maybe I still looked a bit pale, cause Frank and Shirl asked if I was okay, and they don’t usually. I said mt farewells to Cyndy, no, she’d already left, Mo and Shirl, not many other folks in there, and departed back to the flat.
As I hobbled along back to the apartment, I took these two pictures. The top one of Winchester Court with Winwood Court on the left in the image.
Then, on the left, a shot of Winwood and Woodthorpe on the far left.
Met no one on the way up to the number 72. Got in the flat and the first thing that I did was to take a Furesomide, with the other medications. Put the bits away that I’d bought, and got on the computer to update this dairy before the memory faded.
Ten minutes or so into starting the updating, oh boy, did the wee-weeing start! And they were of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wees), And they came and came for hours and hours. Just one Furesomide tablet has caused me such discomfort it’s unbelievable!
Little Inchies fungal lesion is now bleeding!
I am now, so irritable with the day, myself, and everything!
Even made a right mess of cooking the Cumberland pie, I dropped it and made a right mess! Substituted it with the Dirty Fries and a pie slice.
Got it prepared eventually. Ate it in misery, having to break off for more wee-wees. Already I’ve had to empty the Emergency Grey Bin!
Even the bloody legs had gone white in support of the face. Now the stomach has started aching, I don’t believe this! I’m fed up! Sorry about that, a little self-pity-sorry-for-myselfness sneaked in there. Tsk!
Got the nosh sorted. This was a little hot for my liking, but I still enjoyed it mix. Dirty Chips with various cheeses. I added some tomatoes, roar dried onions and a meat slice with some American BBQ poured on the pastry.
A taste-Rating of 7.9/10 for this meal.
I got settled in the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, with some biscuits and sweeties in case I woke up and wanted a nibble later on.
I recall wondering if I should bother trying to watch some TV… And off into the land of Nod, I drifted.
Not waking for a wee-wee or any other reason for a solid seven-hours! Yet I still woke up feeling tired.
01:45hrs: After last evenings phone call from the nice sounding lady at the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic (A mouthful that!), I could not get to sleep again. Hence, I woke an hour or two later than usual. Remembering that I have a Morrison order arriving twixt 0700:08:00hrs (Well, having noticed the sign I had left on the TV screen to remind me. Hehe!), I extracted my overburdened with a massive flobby-stomached body from the second-hand, Circa 1968 recliner, and off for a wee-wee. A little stronger and longer variety LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee), this morning.
I felt as if I had had no sleep at all.
Yet, I perked up a bit when I stubbed my toe on the way to the Porcelain Throne, which made me investigate the tootsie and ankle. Thus, I found that the new welt or whatever it is deemed to be was healing up well. Just in time for me to show it to the doctor in the morning. Huh!
The evacuation was not a messy one at all this time. Mind you, I left a reasonably pungent and odiferous scent behind.
To the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.
I had to use the Emergency Grey Bucket cause I thought that the need was going to be urgent. But it wasn’t. It was another LSPDOWW, and this was stung a bit more and took longer to get rid of less fluid. Confused-Mode-Adopted.
I disinfected the bin and washed the dandies, and got back on with the Health Checks.
BP was still in the high area on the graph. I’d even bet a pound to a penny that when the doctor takes in the morning, it will be down and looking normal. My being a hapless, ill-fated, blighted, unsuccessful, unlucky old wretch, must have its benefits. But I yet to find any.
Other ‘normal ‘people’ just can’t understand or believe me when I tell them! Oy Vey!
I took a shot of the morning lights. The photo did not come out very well?
I got on the computer and updated the Tuesday diary.
I turned on the television on the CCTV camera channel so I could see when the Morrison van arrived with the fodder (which I don’t really need, other than the Marmite foods) What a plonka!
I stopped doing the blog and got the ablutions done. After which, I got dressed then I got the post finalised and sent off to WordPress. I checked the Emails next. Morrison had informed me that they were substituting their own label bleach with Domestos. So, instead of £1.50, I had to pay £3 for the damned stuff! I was not a happy chappy!
The delivery man arrived. He kept quiet about the substitutions, where they usually tell me and ask if I want to return the substituted goods. But he was running late, so I forgave him.
Well, it is the 13th of the month!
I got the stuff put away, and decided to make some cooked meat (Oh yes, I have the smoked belly I bought yesterday I can use) and tomato sarnies, with the seasoned sliced potatoes for nosh later. How about that? Me making a decision! It’s so early in the day, as well. Hehe!
Off for another LSPDOWW; as the wee-wees were going this morning, this one was far less painful but much longer and weaker. I could write a book about wee-weeing when on Furesomide. Hahaha!
Off of the computer, and got the black bags to the waste chute, then made up a white bag of recyclables to drop off on the way out.
I took the bags and got into the elevator. Two floors down and I realised I had not put the hearing aids in. Klutz! Had to go to the ground floor and back up again. Much to the amusement of the chap who got into the lift. Hehe!
Out into the chilly, blustery breeze along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Holding cells, Winwood Heights, Untersturmführeress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. A good few folks were in there this morning, which please me, cause it meant I could get a few chinwags in. Lynne, Doreen, Roy, Pete, and others. However, Gruppenführeress and Songstress Deana departed as I entered. But Obersturmführeress Ballerina Julie was in the office, having she replied to my inquiry of how she was today, that her loss of voice was improving. As was Penny’s also. So, good news there.
Out to catch the bus, a decent sized ganglet of residents at the stop today, for a Wednesday.
I sat next to Mary and had gossip, but only a little one, as I got off a few stops later, on Mapperley top, and hobbled in the much more fierce and cold winds up there, to the Aldi store to get some part-baked sourdough baguettes.
I purchased, corn flakes, mini-eggs, a ready-made meal called Loaded-Fries. Also, German cooked meat, tomatoes and some wafers to top up the Social Hour Nibblebox. And of course, some sourdough baguettes.
A few hundred yards along the top, I passed the vacant car sales property. I saw that the windows, previously boarded up, were now cleared. After looking at some stuff inside and taking this photograph of it, I found myself confused as to what the place might be going to be used for. Whatever the animal statue is of, I wasn’t sure. It looked like a bronze pig to me. Any guess what the building might be going to be used for at all, dear readers?
I thought I’d be glad to turn right down Mapperley Rise when I got there. I was wrong! Fancy that! Hahaha!
The cold, blustery winds were blowing up the hill into my face. Brrr! I thought I was going to get blown back up the incline.
When I got to the turnoff for Chestnut Walk and the flats, the sky seemed to brighten up a lot, and the howling winds changed to just a chilly breeze.
British weather, eh?
As I walked further down the hill to Winwood Heights and home, I stopped to take a picture of the Winchester Court block.
It still tickles me when I look at the lettering on the new sign on the side of the block, reading as ‘WI HESTER COU’, Hehehe! Craftmanship that! And the building is looking all new and spit and polished as well.
The need for a wee-wee suddenly became severe! Oh, dear! I was in a blur as I hastened as fast as my fluid-filled legs, bad ankle and wobbly overhanging belly would let me, to the flat and a wee-wee! Ah!
After the wee-wee, I put the food away and got on with updating this post. In between a good few weak-wee-wees, that goes without my saying really. Tsk!
Did the Health Checks and imbibed the medications. Got the oven warming, for the potatoes later on.
Back to the updating of this post.
Worn-out and tired now. Poor old sausage.
I got the nosh prepared and served up. Sliced potatoes, chicken sausages, tomato sarnies. Apple, Marmite cheese, and biscuits!
I felt so tired but ate most of the food. Taste Rating of 9/10 granted. Hehe!
Last Health Checks and meds were done and sorted.
I thought I’d take a snap of outside below the kitchen window.
Off ccourse, with the old windows, one only had to turn the farm and clean gently forward to take pictures of this area. With these unwanted light and view-blocking new window layout, the procedure is:
Go to the spare room, stubbing your toes as you go, and collect the step ladder and take it to the kitchen and place near the window next to the heater that had to be moved and left holes in the wall and floor that need to be paid for to put right.
Make sure you have got your wristlet alarm on, and have made your last will and testament out, so you do not have to worry when you topple off of the stepladder, or out of the window.
Open the window; the mechanism usually works after several attempts.
Wedge it open to prevent the wind from blowing back cracking you on the head again.
Place the steps as close as you can to the wall, climb to the top step so you will be able to see far enough out to view what you are about to photograph, and hope you don’t get a dizzy spell.
Tie the camera to your hand for fear of dropping it, and contort your old limbs and outstretched arm far enough out so you can see over the sticking too far-to-far out ledge.
Using one hand, as your other one will be needed to balance your body in hopes that you do not fall off of the steps…
Take your photograph.
Bang your elbow retrieving your arm and camera.
Close the unwanted new window. This operation can also take a few tries to get the mechanism to close. Try to trap as few fingers as possible as you do so.
Climb down the ladder, and try not to swear as Arthur Itis gives you agony in your knees and Back-Pain-Brenda joins in with him.
Close the stepladder, usually trapping a few fingers.
Take them back to the spare room, taking off the skin from your knuckles as you go through the door, and place them near your collection of Billy Fury LPs.
Return to the kitchen, collect your camera and take it to the computer, to transfer pictures to your blog.
Open the camera… to find you had forgotten to put the SD card in…
Repeat actions from 1 to 14, possibly 15.
Had a rinse and did the teggies.
The papsules on the ankle seemed to be getting better quickly, now. As I said earlier, just in time for me to see the doctor in the morning. Humph!
I settled to watch some TV. I even managed to stay awake for half-an-hour of Boon!
23:20hrs: I was up and out of the dangerously clunking when in motion £300 second-hand recliner and having a wee-wee; all within two minutes or so of waking! And with no pain or injuries as well! I impressed myself.
The wee-wee was of the SWDWW (Short-weak-dribbling-wee-wee) variety. It took longer to perform though, cause not knowing if the pathetically weak dripping had finished or not, it needed many pre-checks, and that is not easy when things are hidden by a massive, even more-bloated than usual overhanging kishka that blots out your view, I can tell yer! And, I could sense things splanchnic-wise, were brewing up for a probable surprise for me later. Tsk!
I got the kettle on, and just as the last two mornings, had to divert to the wet room for Porcelain Throne duty. The evacuation went like this: Push, phwert, splatter, splash and all done! I must have broken my own speed-record with this sloppy, messy job!
But, the Little Inchy fungal lesion had been bleeding badly overnight again, that need the most attention, cleaning and medicating. A few silent Arghs, Winches and Naughty words later, I’d completed the medicationalisationing. Hehe!
Back to the kitchen, this time spotting the moon outside, that made the view pretty to me. So, I got the old Sony camera (the new Lumix is now getting grey spots on every photo I try to take, Grumph!), and made this photograph.
I can maybe use this one as a background for future morning thoughts odes.
I made a start on the Health Checks.
The BP seemed to be keeping high lately.
But, the pulse has steadied down a smidge at last.
When I came to taking the medications, it became apparent that I had missed taking last night’s dosages. Schlemiel! So I just took the Warfarin and Simvastatin, and I will take the morning med’s later, to avoid repetition of the same tablets.
After I had got the computer on and started to update the Monday post, I found myself singing under my breath to myself. So confusing this, especially when one cannot think of any reason why this cheerfulness should suddenly appear? Haha!
I took me around four hours to get the diary finished, with so many photographs to sort out.
I made another brew of tea and took the morning medications.
I put some of the photographs on Pinterest. Perused the WP reader. Then went on Facebooking, a mammoth task as I had not been keeping things up to date on it. All things being interrupted occasionally by SWDWWs.
Getting late on now, I’ll get some breakfast methinks.
The damaged old pins (legs) felt a touch sore as I investigated them. One with more fluid than the other again. The new welts, papsules, growths whatever they are, seemed to be a lot less inflamed. The reddening remained bright.
Bin bags made up and readied things to go out. Got the ablutions tended to.
Unfortunately for me, I’d left the hot water tap running in the kitchen sink while I had the shower! Luckily for me, I had had the shave first, before the water ran cold. What a Nebekh I am!
Took a snap of Willmott Dixon’s Perambulator Paulius as I passed by.
Off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Holding cells. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from. Interrogation cell, rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Where, I listened to some good innuendos, threats, poo-pooing and laughter in the ensuing chinwags. Penny (Her throat still sore and voice creaking, bless her), Deana, Doreen, Cyndy, Brenda, Roy, and others all seemed in good form this Tuesday morn.
Out to catch the L9 bus to Daybrook and the Sainsbury store in search of the Marmite biscuits. I chatted with Caroline from the care home at the end of Chestnut Walk on the way. She told me of her holiday she’d just got back from.
Dropped off of the bus right outside the Sainsbury store, and had a good wander around. I inquired of a bloke if they had any of the Marmite biscuits on sale. After he kindly had a look around without finding any on the shelves, he said, no. I got to the self-serve tills with, Lemon Drizzle biscuits, scratchings for the nibble box, Viennese whirls, and a Warburton’s sliced milk roll loaf.
Then a little hobble into Arnold.
Where I called at the Chamber’s Butchers to check-out if they had any of their home-cooked smoked sliced belly slices. Which they did, and looked nice and fresh. So I bought a few slices. Not cheap, but excellent flavour!
Got into the Asda store and had a good wander around in search of bargains.
I ended up buying some of the seasoned sliced potatoes, a leek, a carrot, parsnip and the most expensive tray of diced lamb I’ve ever bought in my life. £4, I say, £4! For just a little bit of lamb bits! But it did look so good. I decided to make a lamb stew for today’s nosh. Hence, the vegetables purchased. Self-indulgence can be very warming to the soul, but annoying to the bank manager! (I might use this on the thought of the day graphicalisation for tomorrow?) Hehe!
I made my way up to the bus stop shelter, and a chap from Winchester Court arrived. We had a natter, he’d just been to Asda as well.
The bus arrived and we on our way home.
As we passed by one of the Nottingham City Hospital’s car parks, I tried to take a shot of it through the bus window, to show how big and full it was. But I was too low down to show it how it was.
As the bus was waiting to get over the Ring Road island and I took this picture of the traffic, I felt that dreaded warm-wet sensation from Little inchies fungal lesion area. Oh dearie me! So glad I wear the protection pants at times like this! The brain wasn’t concentrating one much apart from getting back and sorting things out, now.
But I did manage to take this busy photograph of the Willmott Dixon men on Chestnut Walk when I got of off the bus and rushed with all manageable haste, and risking life and limb back to the apartment.
I feel sure I chatted with Doreen on the way back, leaving her to take a rest in the lobby, bless her.
As I got inside, a wee-wee was needed as well. Oh, what a state I was in. Tsk! Blood all over the pants and legs… no, I won’t go into any other details. I’ll just mention that it was a messy and painful job wee-weeing, cleaning up and medicationalisationing things. Humph!
Got the Health Checks and medications sorted. Put the fodder away. Had another wee-wee and checked the emails in case the surgery had changed anything else appointment-wise.
I got the lamb stew prepared and on the boil then simmering. Plenty of fresh vegetables with it today. Turnip, parsnip, leeks, tomatoes, carrot and a small tin of marrowfat peas went into the pan with the lean lamb chunks. Seasoned with a drop of distilled vinegar, lamb and mint gravy granules and some tomato passata. A sprinkle of basil added as an afterthought.
I decided to simmer this for two hours on low heat. Of course, this meant the need for some plan of action to be formulated and actioned, on how not to fall asleep! I reckon all the ingredients must have cost me around £6, which is a lot for a bowl of stew.
I took this shot from the unwanted kitchen window. But I can’t understand what the bottom right things can be? Back to the plan…
I ended up setting the timer (Not that I can hear it), but I might see it if I left in near the recliner where I settled to watch two episodes of the A-team, while the stew cooked. Also, I wrote a reminder note in big letters and hung it over the computer screen. Then, managing not to nod off at all (Smug-Mode-Adopted!). On each commercial break, I checked on and stirred the gastronomic concoction in the saucepan. A rather cunning plan that worked and kept me awake, I might add! Super-Smug-Mode-Embraced, Hehehe!
The bowl of stew did not look very special or attractive. Not culinarily artistic. And the washing things up afterwards took an aeon!
However, every scrap of juice and content was devoured, along with the assistance of some milk roll bread. Lipsmackingly flavoursome it was too!
A Taste-Rating of 9.2/10!
I washed the bits and started to watch Boon on the box. But I fell asleep.
Later, I was woken by the flashing light on the landline. I struggled, groped and fought my way out of the £300 second-hand Circa 1968 recliner, an got to answer the phone in time. It was a lady from the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic at the Queens Medical Centre. Being only half awake at the time, I’m not sure if I had to remember anything of the conversation. I know they were worried about my INR Warfarin level not being under control. I believe they questioned me about the medication taking time, my sleeping times and about the kidney pains. There was something about the doctor appointment, but the memory is confused about that part.
23:30hrs: After another broken nights sleep, I woke and needed a wee-wee.
As I lowered the £300 second-hand 1968 built, approaching-antique, rickety recliner, one heck of ‘Clunk come Thud’ nearly bounced me out of it! Shook me a bit that did! The wee-wee did not feel an urgent one, though. I continued with the button pressing again, and it all went smoothly. When I say that, I mean as smoothly as the chairs mechanism is usually, although that is not smoothly exactly… I’m making a mess of this statement ain’t I. A spot of acataphasia there, sorry. I checked on the new welt on the ankle, and later made up this photograph of yesterdays and this morning to see how it is coming along.
Well, it’s certainly prettier than it was on Sunday. Hehehe! Less swollen too. What it was, or is, remains one of the mysteries of my existence. It seems to be clearing up, so quickly as well? Also, I think the fluid-retention is going down as well. But, we’ll see how it goes.
The wee-wee, was for once the same as yesterday, of the VSWWW (Very short Weak-Wee-wees) variety. Unhappily, Little Inchies Fungal lesion had been bleeding a fair bit.
I made a brew of Glengettie tea, and as I was about to put the milk in, I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne, on which I found myself excogitating over, of all things, different types of blood and why does mine seem to change colour, well shade, so often? It always comes out the same deep red/maroon each week when the sample is taken for the INR Warfarin test. But when it escapes when I cut myself, or Haemorrhoid Harold or the Fungal Lesion haemorrhages, the colour seems different to me?
I did what I could to clean up Little Inchie and medicate things – Oh boy, it makes you wince, this job does!
I antisepticated the hands and contact points, and back to the kitchen to throw away the now gone-cold mug of tea and make another one. I’m a bit of a maleurous character, you know! Tsk! Still, I mustn’t make a foofaraw about it.
Got the Health Checks done, and made up last weeks record on Excel.
Crikey; had the pulse shot-up!
Last week, it had increased a fair lot, I had it up to 95 a few times, but today’s 103 broke the all-time record!
At least I know the metal and plastic Aorta valve replacement is working! Maybe too well for some reason. Why, though?
I got on with updating the terrible Sunday diary. Getting it finished after a lot of unwilling concentration was used up.
The aching kidney area pains kept starting off, sometimes for only a few seconds, others for ten minutes or so, and then clearing up. Another Inchcockian Mystery! I went on the WordPress reader and then began this blog.
Three hours or so later, I made a pot of porridge for breakfast.
Got the black bags and recycling made up ready to take out with me.
Got the ablutions sorted out. Readied the things and set out on my way in search of some Glengettie tea bags and Marmite biscuits.
The Willmott Dixon sub-contractors were out in force this morning.
I poddled along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Guards/Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.
The workers were busy at the Winchester Court end of the road too.
I took a long distance shot over the top of a parked car of Willmott Dixon’s InCharge Ian as I got further along.
Lynne arrived as I got there, and had a little chinwag. It seems that a throat bug had hit our community. Gruppenfurheress Ballerina and Warden Julie had copped for a dose. Several tenants had lost their voices I was told.
I decided to walk down Winchester Street and catch a bus into town. Said my cheerios, and off I went. Not very far though, I’d forgot my card for the Audio clinic. Tsk! So, I hobbled back to the flat to collect it. I met Mary on her way to the hut, and we passed pleasantries.
I could not find the card in the flat! So, I’ll have another search later, so, no collecting the hearing aid batteries today, then.
I met Jenny on my way back to the hut. I might as well catch the L9 now. But Jenny, another victim of the Winwood Court bug, was croaking a bit with her throat infection, bless her. Had a chinwag or two with the other tenants as we waited for the bus. I did rather well with the crosswords en route. Funny how this can happen. I flicked through the unfinished puzzles, that I had been doing for months, and got a few answers in. Another day, I would get none solved? One’s frame of mind at the time, I suppose.
I got into town and alighted the bus with the other residents, and made my way to the Waitrose store to see if they had any Marmite biscuits on sale. On the way, I noted that the closed down Pound World shop was now occupied by Poundstretchers. This momentarily lifted my hopes of getting some Glengettie tea bags as I entered the place.
But, no! They didn’t have any in. But, they did have some stuff to tempt me to buy, which I did. Tut-tut! The ‘Wheels’ chocolate packets had a variety of flavours, and I got four packets of them, to use at the Social Hour, cause the clan seemed to love them last week. Some instant potato with onion, in pots too as well. I got two packets of shorties besides. I met Mary inside, and we poddled around together, nattering as we went. Mary will be moving soon, to some other flats in Sneinton, where the heating costs are around half of what they are at Winwood Heights. Can’t be helped that, the Nottingham Heating System does not reach as far as Sherwood. Shame, but there you are.
I left Mary as I went into the Waitrose shop, to have a look for the Marmite biscuits. But, they did not have any, so I left and made my way down Milton Street, across the lights and along Clumber Street.
THe Nottinghamians did not seem to be in a happy state of mind at all today. Mind you, it is a Monday. Hehe!
I walked down to the end and onto Long Row. Having to avoid several of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists on the way.
The Slab Square had the Nottingham Eye up again. I think it was being tested before opening to the public.
But it was too early in the day for me to have a go on it, not opened yet. I stood at the side of the Council House steps and tried to take a panoramic shot across. But the resulting picture came out with a third of it as just black? So I had to trim it to get this dismal effort of a representation below.
I read that the population of Nottingham is estimated at 332,700. See here how they rush cheerfully along, smiling, happy and contented. Hehehe!
I went forward a few paces and turned to my left to take the next photo, from the back of one of the Council House Lions.
Looks a bit sparse of the populace, doesn’t it?
I had a visit at this stage, from Dizzy Dennis. Luckily the cement lion was at hand to support myself with from going over. Phew! It didn’t last long, though.
I decided to head for home. I poddled up Queen Street and took some photographs of the Nottingham buses. So I can post it on the TFZ site for Sandie and the gals to have a look at.
Plodded to the top of the road and I took a picture along Upper Parliament Street. Rarely, have I seen fewer vehicles on this stretch of the road during a weekday.
I did note that a lot of people seemed to be wearing white shoes today? Just thought I’d mention it like.
I then snapped this shot of a view from the top of Queen Street. Once again, the lack of Nottinghamians was concerning.
No street sleepers at all? Ah, but that could be understandable for a Monday. Many of them will still be in bed at Mummy and Daddies, perhaps? Or in a taxi on their way to the pitches, having stocked up with the required accoutrements with Daddies bank card? Mmm!
One last City photograph was taken, of Little John’s bell tower above the Council House. A bit of a moody one as it turned out?
I caught the L9 bus back to the flats and even solved a few more crossword clues on the ride. Smug Mode Adopted!
Back at the flats, I popped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Holding cells. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. I gave Lynne a caramel flavoured box of the ‘Wheels’ to hand out, and we had a little chinwag.
As I left to go home, I met Penny also on her way home. She was still suffering from her throat infection bug, bravely, bless her. We parted, after a chinwag in the lift, and I got into the flat, feeling drained for some reason.
Got the Health Checks done and got the oven heating up.
I had an in-depth rummage around for the Audi Clinic card. No luck!
Got the Cumberland pie in the oven.
I had another in-depth rummage around for the Audi Clinic card. No luck!
Added a part-baked baguette to the tray in the oven.
I had yet another in-depth rummage around for the Audi Clinic card. No luck! Depression Mode Adopted!
Got the last Health Checks done.
Served up the meal. Cumberland pie, beans with passata and BBQ flavouring and a baguette to soak up all the juices. Marvellous flavour.
A limoncello dessert to round it off.
A taste rating of 9.2/10 for this one.
I got the pots washed, had a wash and settled down earlier than usual for watching the TV. A bit of success today, I got through an entire episode of the A-Team without falling asleep! Oh, Yes!
But as for London’s Burning, Boon and Rumpole of Bailey, no chance! I’d nodded off as London’s Burning was starting and that was that! Hehehe!