03:15hrs: I woke to want a wee-wee, wrangled free of the recliner, wobbled to the wet room, by which time, a Porcelain Throne release was also needed.
The throne session was painful, but of shortish duration. In fact, the marathon ‘not-wanting-to-end’ SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) wee-wee, was still trickling away long after the massive action had ended. And, hurt more than the big evacuation did! I had a go at a new crossword puzzle in the book, so long did things take! Oh, ‘eck!
I didn’t get any answers in, but the book (75p), I think it was printed in the 1980s. So no wonder I didn’t know the answers to three clues:
23 A) Carol …………. TV presenter (7)
11 D) Chris …………. U.S. tennis star (5)
13 D) Chris Baron TV Sit-Com (4-4)
I refuse to look up the answers. This is probably why I average getting 3 crosswords finished in each book of 200! Hahaha! With no going out lately, no bus trips in which I used to do the crosswords. I anticipate getting the solutions from the more erudite, educated, none-memory-challenged, not-yet-senile, WordPressonians, shortly.
Lost the plot there, got carried away, sorry. Now, where was I?… Oh yes!
The legs looked rather bland this morning. I miss the Clopidogrel lumps, bruises, spots, and welts. Even some of the veins had withdrawn from the skin surface? Indeed, they looked like a standard pair of pins… almost!
Washed the mitts and wiped the contact points in the wet room, and straight to the kitchen. Figuratively speaking, of course. The feet were so tender and hurtful again, trying to walk on the heels is no easy matter with the four-pronged walking stick, I did a bit of wobbling, staggering and swaying en route! Hehehe!
The first thing that caught my eye was the beautiful blue hue of the morning sky. I took two photographs of roughly the same area. One in Night Landscape, the other in Aperture Priority settings. Unfortunately. I can’t remember which is which. Globberisations! The right one is just like the view that appeared to the eye.
The health Checks went well.
The hemadynamometer results were fine again. There is no jumping up with the Sys rate. The temperature came up at 35.9°c. And I even remembered to give myself the injection of Enoxaparin. No chance of me missing my bulbous, wobbly, humungous stomach. Hahaha! Smug-Mode-Adopted!
On the computer, and tried to contact WordPress. No luck. I changed, updated, my payment to them, and sent an email to confirm that this will stop my previous cancellation. Got a message on screen; They are dealing with a large number of inquiries and will reply within 24-48 hours. Now, this sounds like a simple enough job, but in reality, I spent over two bumbling-harassing hours at it. Cracklepackers!
With the stress and worry over the subscription cancellation being cancelled being unconfirmed and all the struggling to understand what I was doing, I was feeling light-headed and confused, and decided to make a brew, and sit down for a few minutes. I sat on the recliner, and broke the headphones! Which didn’t do a lot to calm me down? Brambackleshittums!
I later found this photograph on the SD card. It might have been taken in the kitchen, or photographing the broken headphones? Either way, I wish I could claim to have planned it, cause it’s a good one. But no, I took it wherever or whenever, but obviously while Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, or Shaking Shaun were visiting.
The sun coming up from behind the flats, well, it was trying. It made a decent shot, though.
I made a start on this blog as far as here, then, at long last, got around to updating the Friday blog. Posted it off three hours later. It’s a good job I get up early! Hahaha!
Better get the ablutions tackled then. Blimus, it’s nearly midday already! Be back soon, I hope.
I’ve returned. And what a tremendous ablutioning session this one was! This may be hard to believe: it was for me! The most bereft of Fuaxpas session in months, and so few dropsies. No cuts!
No dropsies getting stripped!
Only one dropsy doing the teeth: And, No gum cuts!
Shaving: just two dropsies – And... No cuts!
Showering: just one dropsy, no injuries, no dizzies either!
Drying off: just one knock-over (the Germoloid tube), one dropsy (the towel)!
Medicating: Dropped only the Fenbid pain gel and deodorant sprayer!
Dressing: Fair enough, there was a slight wobble getting the PPs on, and I split them open. But I kept my balance and avoided any injuries!
Brilliant or what?Treble-Smug-Mode Adopted!
I fully expect Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Peripheral Pete, Saccades Sandra, Neurotransmitter Nicodemus, Shaking Shaun and Drop-Kettle Dancing Derek, and all of the Dropsy-Inducing ailments will get their own back later. But for now, I’m going to make a brew, and have a few minutes wallowing in my out-of-the-blue semi-success! Yehaa!
Off to the kitchen, and Miracle mark 2 happened! I was getting the mug from its hook, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters died on me (first time today, mind!). The cup flew across the kitchen! I readied myself for hearing the pottery break… But No!
It landed on, and between the cooker top and the counter. On both hard surfaces, there was not a crack in the mug!?!?! I got the camera and took a snap of it where it came to rest! If it had landed at a different angle, it would have gone down and broken up in between the kitchen furniture! I’d have had a right job on my hands getting top sort it out! How it didn’t break on impact is remarkable?
Two pieces of good fortune within minutes of each other? What’s going on? Hard to understand. Was the Good Lord taking the wee, and trying to get me all faithful, just before my death-rattle? Is the end, nigh? Ah, well, never mind. I’ll get some graphics made-up for future use, only in case. Hehehe!
Hello, the sun’s made it out at last. And beautiful it is, too, with the cloud patterns. I took a photograph of the view, got the kettle on. And made a start on CorelDrawing. Got a graphic or two done, which was pleasing, with me being so suddenly tired.
Nosh to be prepped.
I reet good mixture on the plate. I ate it all, surprisingly.
Washed the pots, and settled down and checked the TV. It was all crap offerings programme-wise. So I got an old DVD out and watched it. Steven Seagal’s Nico. I nodded-off and rewound the DVD so often that I gave up.
Sleep came, and to keep up the surprises-record for the day, I got 6 hours head-down! Grrreat!
03:30hrs: I bestirred, in need of a wee-wee. Detached my lumberous body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, caught my balance, and woggled over to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket). Having a WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode wee-wee. Then I stumbled my way to the kitchen.
But returned to the front room, to put some pain-gel on the toes, avoiding yesterday’s toe-stubbing blister. I took these poor quality pictures after the treatment.
Back into the kitchen. The light showery rain was falling, although it doesn#t show in this picture, it was coming from behind the building. I got the kettle on the boil and dug out the medicines and Health-Test Kit.
The medication pods The BP readings were little different from yesterdays. Sys was up, Dia and the pulse about the same as yesterday. The temperature showed up just ‘Low’.
I nearly made a silly blunder, and almost gave myself an Enoxaparin injection, that is not due until tomorrow. It was a close thing. Phew! I felt almost proud of myself for remembering in time. A smug-mode was engaged!
Moments later, when I took the medications out of the pod-pack, the static on the plastic cover, brought all the tablets out stuck against it, and they fell to the floor. Spreading the eight tablets to all four corners of the flipping kitchen! Grumph and Grobbleknangles! The recently acquired Smug-Mode, dissipated!
By the time I’d gathered up the offending tablets and capsules, with all the bending down, the uncut toenails were stinging, and Back-Pain-Brenda had made herself known to me. Silver-Lining Search Result: At least I found them all! I gave them a dusting and took them.
As I poured the tea, I recognised that Arthur Itis’s knees were in the same state as they were yesterday, just stiff, but not overly painful at all. The showers overnight, and drizzle this morning, along with a delightful smell of petrichor is a sign of a storm brewing; or at least heavy rain is on the way. I know, I said the same yesterday, but I’ve got to get it right eventually. Hahaha!
I went to the wet room for another wee-wee. At least it was of a different type. An SSPG (Short-Sharp-Painful-Grey) variety. Not many folks have wee-wees that morph into a different colour and power each time. Humph! Washed and wiped the contact points, then off to the computer.
The concentration was difficult despite my being in a willing mood. No particular reason as far as I could tell, but it took me yonks get aa template for today done, then the updating of Thursday’s post. Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kept having a go at me, but at least Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter failure was rare for once.
It was the concentrating, articulating, emphasising and funnelling, optimising actions as needed that I found so hard. Also, I kept changing tasks and got lost as to what I was doing before. However, I finally got both jobs finished. I felt a little wishy-washy in the head then. Why? Gawd knows!
I went on Facebooking but gave up when I realised how the time had flashed by.
Off to get the ablutions tended to, back in a while. I hope.
Oh, dearie me! Not one of my easiest of ablutionalisationing sessions! The legs looked like they were about to transmogrify again. Arthur Itis’s knees were a bit bloated, but as I said earlier, not bothersome really?
The teggies were painful to clean, with Toothache Terence making his presence know.
The shaving went much better today. A couple of razor dropsies, one dropped the shaving foam once. Only one lone little cut.
Now, the showering… Gragglespitgurgle& Tsk! A few of the ailments had a frenzied festival of fun with me!
Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and over I went. Hitting the shower chair, but avoiding going all the way to the floor. I got my lower right arm entangled with the metal Sock-Glide frame, as I reached out to prevent a full self-body slam. Arglebonkangony! The bruises came up quick.
This slowed me down a bit, I took extra-care after, in case another ‘one-legged Jive’ came on again. They don’t usually come on close to each other, but this one made me bit nervous. Still, apart from the pain, by the time I got around to finishing showering and onto the towelling, I was feeling much easier and more confident. Then…
As I was getting the creams for Harold’s Haemorrhoids, Arthur’s knees cream, Earhole Eric’s Olive Oil and Little Inchies fungal lesion cream; Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had a go at me. I dropped the Olive oil, and Phorpain Gel. I calmy and unexcitedly, got the picker-upperer, turned back, and trod on the Olive Oil pot! Thus, it burst open, giving the poorly stubbed toe some gip, and spreading over the WC mat. Which now needs cleaning! Cribblebogsanagonies!
Crying was on option, but I resisted it!
Then went on the WordPress Reader.
I got the walker-guide trolley and popped down to the caretaker’s domain, with some bags of recyclables and waste. Took the two snaps below while I was down there. The first one of the dead-end of Chestnut Walk, the none in the opposite direction towards Winchester Street.
Back to the apartment, and I made a restart on this post.
Just before midday, I made my way down again, to visit the Mobile Shop. Apple pies, tomatoes and a loaf of bread were purchased.
I came back inside and up again to the apartment. Well, alright then, the flat. Hahaha!
Got the nosh prepared. Easy-peasy meal. A tin of chopped tomatoes, pork frankfurters, mushrooms and bread from the mobile shop. To follow, a lemon mousse (thanks Jenny), an apple and an apple pie!
I recall washing up and settling down to watch a replay football match.
That’s it. When I nodded off, I’ve no idea, so I don’t know what sleep I got in.
But in the morning, I noticed I’d miss the evening medications.
0330hrs: I woke with a self-gallimatia filled brain, waffling, challenging, fearful of, confused, scared and apprehensive about everything that wandered within range of my paranoia. Ashamed at my own failings. Did I say that?
But, this did not last for long. As the grey-cells formed into an excuse for a semi-logicality-mode, I remembered (Well, I saw the sign I’d left to remind myself about it hanging over the TV screen) that I have to go to the City Hospital for by INR DVT Warfarin blood test today – as the doctors had again failed to make me an appointment with their Nurse. So I can expect another ‘telling-off’ for going to the hospital for the tests – Tsk!
I forced my body mass out of the £300 second-hand recliner with a surprising amount of ease and minimal hassle from any of the ailments. The multiple bruises on the left leg made it a bit delicate and stiff, but as of now, this is the only trouble. Fantastic start to the day.
Got to the kitchen without any toe stubbing or knocking anything over. No Shaking Shaun or Dizzy Dennis hassle, aught, other than the bruises on the left thigh.
The results were about the same as they have been for five checks on the trot now. Sys a smidge low, but nowt to fret over methinks.
I took the morning medications.
The machine supplied by Nottingham City Homes that shows the humidity and temperature of the flat were showing perfect for the first one, and too hot for the heat. Nothing new there then. Hehe! No point in mentioning it again, all we get told is “It’s the same for everyone!”
I got on with updating the Tuesday Post.
I got sidetracked when I discovered I needed to suddenly and urgently use the Porcelain Throne. I needed all of my new found legerity to get to the wet room in time, and it was only just in time, that I got in position on the throne. Just avoiding another accifauxpa, by the narrowest of margins. Phew! Messy again, lots of cleaning up needed for the porcelain and me. Tsk!
Back to the computer and finalised and posted the Tuesday diary.
I got up to make a mug of tea, and the bruised areas on the left thigh were stinging. I considered whether I should go later and catch the bus to the hospital to avoid the pain of walking all that way. But I decided against it, hobbling there would let me get some exercise in and this should help to keep the weight from increasing any more, I thought.
Popped onto Facebook.
Ironclad biting beetles found in the kitchen and wet room!
I got the ablutions tended to, black bags, empty sauce bottle washed and recycling bag all collated.
Took the bags to the waste chute and got in the lift and down to the ground floor.
Took a snap of the electronic notice board, and went through the foyer outside.
Left the recycling bag at the door and put the bottle in the green bin.
A lovely breeze was blowing, a warm, muggy type of one, but it helped all the same with the heat.
Carried on up the gravel footpath and into the Woodthorpe Grange Park.
Spotted some Nottingham Street Artwork that had been created in and on the littler bin near the cut-through passage.
The whiff from it indicated the possibility of uneaten Indian take away, was to be found underneath the rest of the crap in the box.
For a moment the dogs and owners, most pedestrians, the cyclists and playing ankle-snappers, all seemed to disappear as I plodded on down to Mansfield Road.
I stopped under the clumb of trees I usually have a rest at and searched, camera in hand, looking for any birds or wildlife I might see, to take a photographicalisation.
But the branches were free of life, s far as I could tell.
Then as I went to move on, I noticed the lady with her rescue greyhound, making her way towards me.
That was so kind of her. She allowed me to fuss the adorable dog for a bit, well, a lot. Hehe!
There is something about this animal that forces me to love the little thing. The woman even got him to pose for his photo.
Bless both their cotton socks!
I was cheered further now, after that bit of fuss giving. I pressed on with a renewed vigour, despite the plates-of-meat stinging something awful. Down Magnus Road and as I passed near the traffic island, I noticed the Nottingham Prison towards the end of the road (White building).
This brought thoughts of the murder and three stabbings in those walls last week.
Down Edwards Lane and left onto the ring-road.
The lawn tennis courts looked rather sad. (Later a chap told in the blood taking queue, that we are at risk of floods with the coming storms on Friday? Oh, dear, I must look this up when I get home.
I came across a lump of broken off tree-branch on the footpath.
It had a giant beetle on it that shone almost luminescently.
Another alien? Hehe!
I got a hell of a shock as I started to move on after taking the photo I can tell you.
I almost jumped off the ground!
This Nottingham Pavement Cyclist shot by me at the fair rate of knots, and so close to hitting me!
Still, she probably didn’t even know she’d done it.
I leant over the bridge above the rubbish filled, almost to the Nottingham Street Artist standard, river Leen.
As far as I could tell, there was nothing new in the water, no, there was a McDonald’s box that I had not noticed last week. But the display seemed to have been rearranged?
A few yards further on, there were several dead bumble-bees. Last week after seeing some of these unfortunate things dead on the street, I meant to check what time of year they die off; if indeed, they do. I’ll try to remember when I get home to check this time.
I found this later: Bumblebee nests grow throughout the season and produce new males and queens in autumn. Throughout the life of the nest, a large number of smaller worker bees help the nest to grow by collecting nectar and pollen – these are the bees that you see out and about in summer. These workers only live for a few weeks, and then sadly die. It’s therefore entirely reasonable to see a small number of dead bees in the garden. So long as you still see live bees in the area, then it’s unlikely to be something new that we should be worrying about.
I got in the hospital and took a ticket and sat down, got the crossword book out and awaited my turn.
I was pleased to assist a chap who was struggling with the ticket machine.
I got one crossword finished with having to check on one answer. Then another without having to peep at all! Smug Mode adopted!
A long wait today, can’t be helped. When my number came on the board, I trotted into the room, gave the lady my paperwork, confirmed name and address, and she set about taking the blood.
As she was doing this, the fire alarm activated. But the blood would not stop bleeding after the test was done! Various people came into the room to remonstrate about why we had left the building. Tsk! The nurse but on to big balls of cotton wool plaster to the arm and told me not to carry the bag with the right arm, and keep an eye on things, and ring three-nines if it starts bleeding and I can’t stop it. I gave her the bag of nibbles and departed.
Seconds after taking this picture as I left the building, the few people in view turned into a mob of dozens as they all started to flood back into the building.
I assumed the fire brigade had attended and given the all clear.
I had to stand to one side while the crowd of patients, porters and doctors returned inside.
Empty outside now, apart from a security officer in the car park.
Cars were still driving in, as a fire tender arrived.
By the time I had moved out of the way onto the narrow footpath, two more fire-tenders and a ladder had arrived!
Fortunately, as soon as I arrived at the bus stop, a number 40 came, excellent timing.
Only a short journey back to the flats.
When we arrived in Sherwood, everything seemed jammed up traffic wise.
Isn’t it annoying when this happens, and you don’t know why? Hehe!
It took us as long as it did to get there from the hospital, to move down the hill to the traffic lights.
Walked up to the apartments from the bus stop, the feet now worse than ever, but I am not complaining at all; No dizzies, shakes, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald or Reflux Roger bother at all.
I think the workers were on their dinner break, for they were few and far between.
Just thinking how lucky I have been today. Now there’s something that doesn’t often happen!
I know, give it time. Haha!
It reminded one a little of a battlefield as I made my way along Chestnut Walk back to Woodthorpe Court, with ideas of making a brew.
I gave the caretaker a smile and hello. He was in his usual fashion leaning on something and using his mobile phone. Just as well I didn’t expect to get any reaction to my greetings, cause I didn’t get any.
Having successfully manoeuvered my way to the foyer and up the lift, without seeing a soul, I made the mug of tea and checked on the arm. Taking off the sticky-plaster and cotton wool balls, I found not a trace of any blood?
I stripped down to the Protection Pants.
Got the Health Checks done and medications taken.
Started on sorting today’s photographs taken and the updating of this post.
The door chimes rang out, and Warden Deana walked in. I’m glad I didn’t strip down all the way now! Hehehe! She did laugh, bless her! Then did the alarm tests, the fire alarm in the flat and the wrist Health Alarm checks. Both Okay.
Back to updating this blog up to here. Then updated the TFZer page on Facebook.
On to the WordPress Reader section next.
Got the dinner prepped and did the last Health Checks.
Got the meal served up.
Hash Brown Fries, tomatoes, gherkins and the last of the Cumberland mini-sausages.
Settled to watch TV while eating it.
I fell asleep (Blissfull) with the headphones on. Woke up and went to the wet room.
In walked Frank. With the headphones on, I had heard the door chimes. Hehe! So, a second person gets the shock of seeing me in just the PP’s. The chap had bought me some Pork Farm Pork Pies from Jenny. That was so kind of them. I thanked Frank, and he departed, perhaps a little shocked at seeing my stomach dominated mass with scarred dangly legs. Must have been a shock to the lad. Sorry, Frank. Hahaha!
I think the half-hour kip earlier must have been what stopped me getting to sleep again afterwards. Well gone midnight before I managed to get off into the land of Nod!
0145hrs: I woke in the £300 second-hand recliner with my pyjama top off (folded neatly on the chair next to the recliner?) and horripilation over both cold arms and hands. The untaken evening medication pot on the Ottoman. A few seconds spent wondering what, how and why this has happened. The pondering abruptly ended when demand from the innards arrived for my urgent attention and utilisation of the Porcelain Throne.
The recliner refused to operate when the button was pressed. Near panic broke out as I excogitated on the easiest, safest and quickest way to manipulate my way out of the recliner. I think I gained some bruises as I did so, but it didn’t take too long.
Got on the Throne and battled against the now reluctant evacuation. No cleaning up needed after this session. Luckily the Lenigrad book was to hand for a read during the exodus. During which I recalled a bit of the dreaming I’d done earlier, not much, though. I think I was trapped in a deep oubliette with torture equipment around, thumb screws, pit and pendulum and one of those coffin-like boxes with spikes sticking inside, which is where I was, bleeding and yet trying to do a crossword using my finger dipped in blood, to fill in the answers. I even remember it was the Daily Sketch (As was).
I got a shirt on sharpishly afterwards and made my way back to the recliner. Tried the button on the control, and it worked?
Was I suffering from madness, dementia, derangement, lunacy, insanity? Do I now qualify as a crackpot, crank or eccentric? The reason for taking off my jacket? Why did the recliner controls not work earlier? Why is my Throne Session changing to opposite extremes almost daily? Why is my toothache so much worse this morning? Why is my skin looking so pale? On and on the self-questioning trundled into my already confused grey-cells. This was too much for my head to handle, and my brain gave up looking for logicality and explanations, explication, illumination or interpretation, and decided a mug of tea would help better?
Health Checks and medications were seen to.
Got on with finishing the Monday diary and got it posted.
0440hrs: Finally got this journal started off. Until 0600hrs, when I got the ablutionalisationing duties done. Taking no chances, I donned a pair of the protection pants after medicationalising specific areas.
On the way out I took the rubbish bags to the chute, and empty balsamic vinegar bottle to the still overflowing recycling bin.
0700hrs: Started the walk to the surgery along Chestnut Walk. Took this photograph of the Winchester Flats, car park and the works for the new-build block of 44 flats. It was not cold at all out there. Mind you, I was well wrapped up and had the ‘Hot Pants’ on under the trousers. Hehe!
Turned right at the end of the road, down Winchester Street Hill. All quiet on the Eastern Front.
Along and up Mansfield Road and near the Sherwood Arms pub, this lass of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist appeared riding towards me.
She missed me by inches and seemed to be unaware of how close, in her own little woolgathering world.
Up and over the brow of the hill. Only to be faced by another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist coming at me.
This one knew alright, for he giveth me a look that should have killed me on the spot really, so vile was it as he passed me by. I do not think he liked being photographicalised?
Further down the hill and the traffic began to increase.
The car turning left clipped the van coming out of the sideroad.
Or it might have been the other way around of course.
Walking passed and leaving the altercation behind me, and would you believe it, another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist approached me, from behind this time! I had the camera in my hand still, but so fast was his speed, he was just tiny in the photo, and I zoomed in too! Tsk!
Into the surgery. One receptionist told me to take a seat the moment she saw me, so I sat down. The other receptionist called me back, saying me she had something for me from last week.She bent down and produced the crossword book I thought I’d left on a bus, for me. I thanked her. Sat down and got out the new crossword book, and seconds late Nurse Nichole came out to collect me. She was not in a good mood or spirits for some reason. She was still gorgeous with a kind nature, but I could tell something was amiss with her life. My EQ is never wrong by much. This concerned me, as she is usually a little more spritely, effervescent than she was this morning. But seeing her again, still lifted my demeanour. Gave her the bag of nibbles and thanked her.
On leaving, the receptionist said they would call me with the results when they get them back, so I would know next weeks dosages and could make arrangements with the dentist either way for Friday.
Today’s appointment is so early, after I got a TV magazine from the newspaper shop, that the Lidl store had not opened. So I had a walk around Carrington for a while reminiscing, unhappily. I came across this Nottingham Street Art near the lamppost as I approached the Lidl Store.
I wandered around in no big rush, as I didn’t fancy the foot-slog back into Sherwood, but was stubbornly telling myself not to pay the £2 bus fare, as it was still way too early for me to use the free bus-pass. Humph! Ended-up buying lemon fools, Orange & Lime fresh juice, milk, bananas and some Haddock-in-batter. Had to use the self-serve counters, because there was no one on the tills. Again I struggled, and someone came over and made it look easy, but he did not tell me what I was doing wrong.
Began the march back into Sherwood, with all the foot-slogging yesterday, the feet were painful and stinging now.
I turned back near the brow of the highest hill and took a photographicalisation of the none-moving traffic.
Down the hill into Sherwood, and on the opposite side of the road, yet another one of the notorious Nottingham Pavement Cyclists was belting down the slope.
I got the camera out, and was surprised later to find he was a blur on the picture!
Onward and up the next hill. I was not doing too bad with the hobbling indeed under the circumstances.
I called ar the Wilko store and got some washing freshener granules, Fragrance Boost or whatever they call them. Then I decided to treat Wardens Deana and Julie to some fresh cream cakes and called in the Birds shop and got some.
Near the top of the crest of the hill, yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist took my attention. He’d shot across the Pedestrian Pelican Lights at such speed, he nearly hit the lamppost outside the abandoned, soon to be a new Gym property. But he corrected his Wayward-Whoopsiedangleplop well.
Up over the top and down to the Woodthorpe Grange Park gates.
Where the fatigue of the long walk caught up with me.
I had to stop a while to recover. Soon felt much better and set off on the walk to the top of the park and right down to the flats.
1130hrs: Into the apartment without seeing anyone and unpacked the bag and put the things away. Put the cakes in the fridge to take down for the gals later.
A wee-wee and set about updating this diary.
1258hrs: I nipped down to the hut with the cakes for the wardens. Obergefreiteress Julie was in. We had a friendly natter while she worked on her computer, and I put the cream-cakes in their fridge and set off back to the flat. I met Obergruppenfurher Warden Deana and the gal from the building company, and we had a conversation. They would be calling in the morning twixt 0900 > 1100 to do the balcony sealing off.
Once more up to the apartment and a wee-wee, washed, then got the tomatoes halved and marinating in White Wine Vinegar, the baked beans with added balsamic vinegar into the saucepan, and got the instant spuds and cheese ready, also heated the oven-ready for use later. Then took the midday medications. By gum, that sounds as if I am almost organised. Haha!
Had a go at catching up on Facebook. Fingers crossed it will work a little better this time, without the freezing and going slow. No, just as bad if not worse now. Grr!
The tap-tapping gain from upstairs.
Got the fish fodder sorted.
Health Checks and medications taken.
Cleaned the pots and thought it a good idea to try and clean the oven up as best I could manage.
Accifauxpa: Stopped trying to do this after I burnt the back of the hand on the oven sides. Antiseptic cream applied.
Settled into the recliner waiting for a call from the surgery with my INR reading results as promised by the Doctors surgery receptionist. It did not arrive.
Checked the Emails.
They had sent the weeks doses, and next appointment for the blood test, but failed to inform me of the INR Level Results.
I had especially asked them to do this morning. To try and sort out the dentist farce and get my teeth tended to!
Oh, dear, most disappointing. Sent a request back to the surgery for the badly grammared Email received, begging for the INR level again!
Went for a wee-wee, and was most startled to find the silly protection pants with blood in them. At first, I was a little concerned that Little Inchy’s fungal-lesion had started bleeding again.
Are these ailments all sempiternal, will any relief be possible?
Luckily, it was not Little inchy, but Haemorrhoid Harold who had supplied the blood that filled the pants. Phew!
So glad I was wearing the protection pants today! Even if they are a devil to manipulate when I need a wee-wee. You’ve got to laugh!
