Tuesday 5th November 2019
Swahili: Jumanne Tarehe 5 Novemba 2019
23:00hrs: Having nodded off early last night, even for me, I stirred into imitation life, with a sore throat, runny nose, a raving thirst, and wind coming out of most of my bodily orifices! Yes, I’ve caught a cold.
I lay there on the Xyrophobia-suffering, house-breaking, Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later). The £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working-but not today, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, pondering. Should I go to the After-Stroke Physio Session or not today? After hemming and hawing, this remains irresultative. Uncertain, undecided, and undetermined. I certainly don’t have any energy or desire to attend and be ridiculed and embarrassed by wearing the PPs and struggling with the pain of the exercises… Mmm? At the same time, I am the only one of the few patients, that has attended every meeting up to now. But it was so cold in that church hall last week… And they took the piss, silently, but I picked up on it, about my wearing the PP’s as they showed through the trousers… The of Arthur Itis Knees are giving me some stick, and I’ve not even got up on my feet yet, Oh, sod it. I’ll decide later.
I gingerly evacuated the recliner, caught my balance, grabbed the stick, and set off to the kitchen. Got the kettle on, and jiggled the handwashing done last night, and got them on the airers.
I made a good-strong brew of the Thompson tea and took the medications.
Began on the computer to do the updating of the Monday post. The fingertips were a bit bothersome with losing sensitivity when touching anything hard, which meant it took a long time to get done, five hours! However, the internet signal was doing alright for me, up to now. I sent it off to WordPress and then went on the Reader Section.
The Porcelain Throne was needed, and I got to the wet room in plenty of time for once. Not so messy this time at all, but lots of it again, and a bit of bleeding afterwards. However, Little Inchy was not leaking or bleeding, that was good! I changed PP’s and had a close look at the plates-of-meat, after their treatment yesterday. Now I have got to remember to go back in two weeks, to book the next appointment. I’ll put it in the Google Calendar now… All done! I’ll make a Morrison order methinks for next week, while I think of it, and I have time to now, with getting up so ridiculously early again. My EQ tells me to expect tsuris today. So maybe it would be best not to go to the Physio session? Anyway, I’ll get the order made up. All done!
A brew and some flakes, now I’ll get the ablutions done. An amazingly good session this morning. Erm, only two things dropped. Oh, yes! The razor (6), and the soap (3)… oh, and the toothbrush (3).
It got a bit repetitive, I must say! Humph!
I got myself ready for the walk in the rain and dark to catch the bus. I piled three rubbish bags on the trolley, and put some cleaned jars for the glass recycling bin. Down and out to Robert’s (Caretaker) area. And despite my best efforts to take a viewable picture of the bin, with only my three sauce bottles, and every other one an alcoholic beverage of some sort. And again, I spotted an empty Absyinth bottle when the flash-flashed, so as to speak. This was the best of several tries, I’ll have to consult Tim Price about this. I’ll beg him to share his expert photographicalisational skills. Many photographs were taken in the dark this morning, and really came put dark, but not all of them. I’m a tad confused as to what I was doing wrong. I was using the Canon camera, as well!
The first photo from outside Woodthorpe Court, on Chestnut Walk. Second, a shop of when I pushed the three-wheeler-guide through a puddle, to clean the wheels before I got on the bus. Oh, I am a good boy! The last one of a Nottingham City Homes -repair van shooting up the hill to the flats, which caught me out! It was about five past seven in the morning, so, either they had an emergency to go to, or they may have left their fags or Guinness in a flat yesterday, maybe? Hahaha! I’m a witty boy, too! (Well, perhaps not!)
The bus arrived, and had to overpay again! With Xyrophobia-suffering, house-breaking, Brother-in-Law Pete half-inching my loose change, and the notes and collectables as well, by the way. Thanks, Peter! The driver did his best to have me on the floor, but I managed to get into a side-saddle seat, alright. As the bus filled up, I was so proud of my dodging any injuries from the Nottinghamian hoards that got on the bus. I decided cunningly, that once in the city I’ll call at Tesco first for bread and Flaky-Pastry fingers. Then out of the shopping centre into Milton Street and down to the Poundland shop, that should be open by then. Before hobbling to the St Andrew’s with Castle Gate URC Church. The rain made me move a little quicker than I would have liked.
I took a snap of the giant electronic advertising board as I crossed the road after getting off of the bus. This turned out to be another of the extremely dark for some reason pictures? It baffled me, why? I walked the length of the mall to the other end, and into Tesco. No rush, I had plenty of time, so I went on a bargain or treat hunt! Which took some time. I came put with: Treats for Christmas (I just hope the bomb works for Brother-in-Law Pete!) Hahahaha, only joking, honest! Milk Roll bread, pack of puff-pastry fingers, and some biscuits for the gang at the After-Stroke Physio Torture, I mean session.
I had a mini-funny-turn as I left the checkout. But it was not a prolix or sustained one, though, and I was back on the hobble within minutes – out into the wet, drenched Milton Street. I’m a bit of a pluviophile, but the wind and cold with the precipitation took the edge off of my enjoyment. Especially with trying to control the guide and the umbrella! Made my way to Parliament Street Poundland store.
I got some nibbles for the break at the physio, some orange chocolate digestives for myself, some cough and cold medicine/linctus for children, that might help ease my sore throat. I paid at the self serve-tills, and stood outside under the cover and took some photographs of Parliament Street to the left and right.
Off to the church hall, and found there were eight stroke-survivors there already, and the nurse and Obergruppenfurheress team leader. I handed the nibbles on the counter in the kitchen area.
The gang didn’t seem to keen when I asked a few of them of they were doing alright. Precious answered me though, lovely woman, who later I was paired with again, for the exercises along with the Nigerian lady who is still struggling with the language. Still, smiles and laughs helped the three of us to communicate. Doing the bending of the knees exercise’s were excruciating, not that anyone other than I was interested. Haha! Precious and the other gal and I, still managed a few giggles.
When we moved on from the stepping up routine to the sit and stand one, I wanted to tell the nurse I could not cope with it, but foolishly persevered, until I fell over missed the chair, fell over and took the trolley guide down with me. They were anxious and concerned for me… they ask me, “How did you do that?” – I told them I didn’t know, and the nurse told me to leave this exercise out and just sit there until you move on to the next one!” I sat there until I moved on to the next one! Oy Vey!
When the to me silly gentle music and a voice speaking so low I cannot hear them session started, I moved away, which did not go down too well. I was sorry, but a voice (even if I could listen to it), telling me to think of a beach, and the water and sunshine, dangle your feet in the… You get the idea? It does not calm me down, I was already calm, despite my clattering to the floor and being soaking wet. Hehe!
We had drinkies, and the nibbles were handed out. This week they were soon wolfed-down and pleased me muchly. In the games of bowls, the two gals who were partnered with me earlier won a game each, Smashing! I made sure the others joined my clapping and congratulating them. It cheered them both up a little, and I felt great!
Unfortunately, once again, we finished the session, just as the L9 bus would be leaving Queen Street. So I had another hour to wait for the next one. I said my farewells, got wet and a hundred yards or so down the road, and returned for the carrier bag of fodder I’d left in the hall. What a Yutz I am!
I hobbled down to the slab square. I took photographs from left to the right.
Then I went into the book shop on Long Row – a fatal move. I spotted a 1950’s book on the cars of the time. Of course, I bought it! Tsk!
I made my way to Queen Street and decided to catch the 40 bus. It was only a few minutes before the L9 was due, but this bus gets close to the flats in about ten-minutes quicker than the L9 does. Mind you, I then have to tackle crossing the road on the steep hill and sharp bend, but still, I enjoyed getting soaked again, waiting for a gap in the traffic! Oh, dearie me!
I got down Chestnut Walk eventually, the. And took this picture of Winwood Heights in the rain.
Then I dropped the umbrella after taking the photo, and it could not have landed more perfectly, right on my corn! Argh!
As I limped on towards home. I had to get off of the pavement, to avoid getting some of the thousands of leaves on the wheels of the trolley guide. Then having to spend ages in the rain cleaning it up to get it free of detritus enough to go inside the flats.
So, I walked in the roadway, through an unseen puddle! And ended up with squelching sounds coming from the socks and shoes!
At this stage, my confidence and willpower were being tested to the full! And I was losing! Hahaha!
I got to in through the Winwood Court lobby and walked along the link-passage into Woodthorpe Court. By gum, it was cold in the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby! Where the lads were working still, on the Fire Sprinkler installation, as you can see in the picture here.
Up in the lift, and into the flat. The thirst was still at its height, and I got the kettle on to have a mug of Thompson tea and took the evening medications.
I pondered about what to do next. The Asda delivery is due, but not until 1830 > 2030hrs.
I didn’t need any wee-wees (A little worrying that!) I decided to have milk roll sarnies, ham and tomatoes, and maybe a few chips? But not until the fodder had been delivered.
I set about updating this blog. The fingers, arm, shoulder, and right leg were not wicked at all? I worked away like a good un, for about five hours, then at long last, I needed a wee-wee. A disappointing VWYSAO (Very-Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over), but very little actually flowed?
I heard some banging and knocking, and went to see if the Fire Sprinkler lads were in the lobby, but it was some carpet fitters doing Josie’s new floor covering. I nipped out with a mini-bottle of Gordon’s Gin for her. She asked me if I was trying to get her drunk. I replied, “Oh, yes!” Hahaha!
I had a look-out from the crumbling balcony, to see if any fireworks were going off to photograph yet, but there were none in sight.
I imagine they will be on show later on. But will I stay awake long enough?
Half an hour later, it was getting very murky out there, but no signs of any Guy Fawkes festivities yet. I took a shutter-priority and Night view picture of roughly the same area. Oh, heck, they did come out disappointingly!
The intercom would not let me view the entrance door at all! But it did show No missed calls and Do Not Disturb option not chosen. So, had the Asda delivery arrived, I think I should have heard or seen the light come on?
As the Asda-Walmart delivery was awaited, I took some shots of the fireworks.
The last one of the above is only of the moon: I missed the rockets going up. Huh!
I made the sarnies and bagged them and back into the fridge for after the Asda-Walmart delivery arrives. I put the TV on with subtitles and watched it in silence, not wanting to miss hearing the food coming. Hours later, I was wondering if they had delivered to the wrong flat?
So, I checked on the Emails, to find this on there from Asda! I was gutted!
All the staying up late and depriving myself of sleep again! Mind you, other retailers have done this to me before, with no real reason. Tesco (2), Morrison (1) Iceland (3), and this is the second time that Asda-Walmart has let me down. I can get melancholy, cynical, distrustful, curmudgeonly, suicidal, and mardy, you know! He-he!
Pee’d off with things now! I got the sarnies put did the chips and piled other stuff on the plate. Until I saw this photo, I wasn’t sure what I had attempted to eat.
I was feeling irritated and belligerent! But as for eating, this did not happen, I fell asleep, wakin
g four hours later, finding that I had tipped the whole meal into the waste bin, all the fodder, fork and spoon included! I was struggling to breathe, the sore throat and cough started off… More to follow on tomorrows revealing episode of, The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe. Unless I snuff it, but that’s only to be expected!
TTFNski.
23:00hrs: Already awake, after cleaning up the mess from my leaving the potatoes boiling while I fell to sleep! I did the handwashing and then got on the computer to update yesterday’s diary. 
Stopped to make a brew and take the medications. To find that yet again I had missed taking the evening dosages! However, I didn’t feel the usual self-hating and annoyance that I would generally hold. I knew it was only due to the Whoopsiedangleplop of my letting the potatoes boil over and having to clean it all up last night! (That’s my excuse!) I 
took the morning’s medications, with just a Simvastatin and the Warfarin tablets from those missed off. 
Got myself dressed and freshened up. Took the black bags to the waste chute. Then went down in the lift to talk to and see the Wardens, but none were in the room. So I dropped the PPs in through the new kitchen in the Winwood room. Popped into the big social area, and dropped the PPs off in the kitchen window. Noticed some stuff for sale?
ide through the Al Fresco area door. It was awfully wet out there. Haha! Got back to the flat, and Josie brought the tray and plate back from yesterdays nosh. I am mostest pleased to report that after interrogation, she revealed that she enjoyed the smoked haddock and cheesy-potatoes. So, I’ll do some more next week.
Over the road and to the Wilko store. Where I stocked up with, Dettol Disinfectant spray, Ylang laundry freshener, bleach and some yoghourt peanuts. 
, and right down Elmswood Gardens and into the Sherwood Health Centre. 
The welcoming smile of the young female receptionist, who remembered my name, and what I was going to the centre for! Bless her, this cheered me up! 
AS I got to the bus shelter in Sherwood, things got a little dark, and I anticipated some heavy rain is due. But it held off. 
Back at the flats, I waited until last and dismounted the bus. Made my way in the Windwood Court entrance, and down the link-passage. As I ambled with the three-wheeler along the corridor, I could see how the sunshine has come out again at the far-end windows.1111
I put the roast vegetable risotto ready nosh in the oven as soon at it reached temp. 
I got the meal prepared. It didn’t look appealing, just like the earlier ones didn’t, but my gum, it tasted delicious! I masticated, savoured and slurped away at it for ages, enjoying every mouthful!
After dining, I took the meal things, tray, dish cutlery etc. to be washed… had an imitation Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine from the Peripheral Neuralgia affected right leg, and sadly, dropped the whole darned lot on the floor! Worse still, I nearly lost my balance and went over, but luckily the door frame got in my way. Tsk! Got it all cleaned up, not that it was all that bad, case there was no food to spill, only a few (thousands of tiny ones!) bread crumbs! The dish had been wiped almost dry and licked, it was that good! No more left now, I must get a Morrison order done for next week and get some more in. No other shop sells them. 
Settled in the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. I got the headphones on, and the TV going… ZZZ!
The right-hand fingers seem to have lost their sense of contact with anything hard, again. I pressed the handle to get into the wet room and almost walked into the door! The broken-nerves failed to get the message that I was opening the door-handle to the brain, I suppose! I sincerely hope this is not going to get any worse. The leak was unexpectedly of the LHNC (Long-Hosepipelike-No-Sensation) variety. Rewashed the dandies, and back to the kitchen, once more.
I made a most tastefully satisfying brew of the Thompson tea. I’m addicted to this brand and Glengettie Gold tea bags. But fear that finding any Glengettie Gold locally may just be impossible! Ocado has none in stock and might not be restocking. As they have left the availability of the tea on their website as available, and you do not find out they have none until you get to the checkout! If you miss it, they’ll send substitutes! The Swine! This week is the third time I’ve made an order with them, and had to cancel it! I went on the Typhoo, who owns the Glengettie brand, web site. I got a Norton message telling me it was unsafe! I searched the web for local stockists but found none. ‘Grr! The only place I found any on was Amazon! Thank heavens!
arted on updating the Sunday post, but it was hard work with the finger-end nerves so bad. Ever correcting and making mistakes. None of them an ignotism, it’s not my fault, and I have to cope best I can. But, it’s getting to me this morning. Hindering, impeding, and aggravating, Globbledigooks! 
Taking my pictures was not plain sailing. I had no sense that the hand was shaking, but could see on the camera screen, that it was. But could not do anything about it. Grumph!
I tried taking a snap from the unwanted, crap, light & view-blocking, thick-framed new kitchen window after getting the washing done. But had to take four shots of the view above, to get this one that was okay. (My EQ, just knew I’d have to pay for having a decent day, [apart from getting soaked in the rain, Hehe!] yesterday!) 
Time to get Josie’s nosh prepared. Something a little different for her today. The tuna mixed with mayonnaise, plus some oven-baked smoked haddock on the plate. Mushrooms, gherkins, and tomatoes. Fresh orange juice and naughty but extremely nice, Limoncello desert. 
I noticed that the arm bruise had already lost its yellowish glow, and was disappearing fast now. I thought I could see a face-pattern in the markings, that’s why I took this picture but blown if I can see it now. Hehehe!
Stubbing my toe en route! 
To find the King Edwards all over-boiled and were in pieces with peel disintegrated. A right mess of overflowed water all over the cooker, down and onto the floor. 
As Malcolm Cowley wisely said: “They tell you that you’ll lose your mind when you grow older. What they don’t tell you is that you won’t miss it very much” Hehehe! 
The session was another uncomfortable one. (When are they anything else, nowadays) Sulk-Mood-Adopted! The only similarity with earlier efforts was the ginormous amount! This time the whole episode took about a minute, compared to the last visit’s fifteen-minutes! Oy Vey! This time the bleeding was back too! 
Washed up, and off to the kitchen, for my first mug of the Thompson’s tea. (That was delivered yesterday from Amazon). It was a delight for me to taste it once again. 
back up the hill. I took a shot from the unwanted new kitchen windows that cannot be reached for cleaning, without risking life and limb, of the scene outside. 
I had to use the Porcelain Throne first, leaving a highly-undesirable aroma to inhale while doing the ablutions. (Eurgh!) The pins (legs), seemed a little less veiny, though. The session brought forth very few dropsies, however. The toothpaste and brush, a few razor-drops, and the shower-head. 
I got part-dressed and came out to turn off the power supply. And I found some mail again in the letterbox. A repeat of the CityCare After-Stroke information about the upcoming (Next week on Friday) follow-up assessment visit. I must check it later, to see if there are any changes.
Back in the wet room, to do battle with the sock-glide. I lost the struggle today, in as much as, I trapped my fingers in the gripper twice and banged my poor little toe when inserting the right leg. But, having got on the extra-long bamboo socks, I must say, the legs looked a lot sexier! Hehehe! 
r me, I thanked him and carried the bags through to the kitchen. On unpacking and storing them away, I came across a large 2 ltr tub of Flora light spread? I could not recall ordering this at all? So as I unpacked the things, I put this spread, some Seaweed packets, cakes and pop in a bag, to take when I go out and drop off at the Breakfast Club session as I pass. I can hand-out some nibbles as well. I’ve not done that for a while, not since the new Windwood Court started being used for the Social Hour. Now they have a coffee-morning, breakfast sessions and the cafe open a few hours on some days. The new team have the facilities to hand now and are forging ahead. 
I’d treated Josie and myself to some special offer smoked haddock, at three 400gm bags for £10. This ensured I had one heck of a struggle to find room for them in the freezer! Also, the fridge was son over-filled again. Haha! 
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just a few stops, it was nice to have a mini-waffle with others. I got off along with a man and wife who I see and talk to sometimes on the bus, and we chatted as we walked along, getting thoroughly sudoriferous in the rain, to the Aldi Store. A darned imbecilic Pavement Cyclist flew by us, so close to catching the lady. Oy Vey! What a slime-ball! 
Then, out in the persistent precipitation, to the bus stop. 
The leaves and gunk were clinging to the wheels of the walker. Humph! When I arrived at the stop, I seemed to be getting wetter quicker? I realised it was the direction of the wind. So I walked down and around the bend to the next bus stop, where I was hidden a bit from the wind-driven rain. 
The bus arrived, and some residents of Winwood Heights were on it, and an enjoyable to me, nattering session took place as we travelled the few bus stops back to flats. I was nearly last off of the bus, and out into the rain, now only drizzling, I bade farewell to the others and returned through the link passageway to Woodthorpe Court. 
The difference in temperature, from Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts, as I went through the swipe door, was plain to feel. Brrr! 
I had the Roast Vegetable Risotto and frankfurters again. But this time, used black bean sauce, not the BBQ. I added sliced tomatoes and garden peas to the sauce and mixed it all in with the meal when it was cooked. Very good flavour! 9.2/10. 
I got in the kitchen what seemed like hours after I’d woken up, but it was only half an hour or so. I took the medications and made a brew, the first of oh so many today! The thirst was with me again and as strong as ever. I leaned out of the appallingly badly designed new kitchen window, to take a shot of the morning view.
and nearly went over. But my being such a fit, athletic, in tip-top condition, agile, nimble sort of energetic young man, I used my tremendous courage and physical abilities to avoid falling over. This may be pandiculating the truth a tad? Hehehe! This wee-wee was another unsettling LSDOP type.
socks off! Smugness Creeping in Here! Haha! 
Well, here it is (Above) Humph! 
calling next Friday 11:40 to 12:40hrs. 
I checked on the Tracker for the Amazon deliveries. Best as I could tell, the torches and tea bags might arrive for 19hrs, and the Dressing Gown via Post Office delivery could be about October next year. Haha! 
ound 14:00hrs, the doorbell chimed, and a highly-stressed looking Post Office worker, delivered the parcel containing the cheapo-clearance sale priced dressing gown. Which was a bit of a disappointment in many ways. The deep brown colour on the one shown on Amazon (Left), turned out to be a terribly uneven beige sort of tone, Mind you, I am partially colour blind. I opened the package, and bits of cotton fell out of it. Took the towelling cotton gown out, and even more bits of fluff and white cotton ended up on the carpet. I hung up the purchase to photograph it, and left a trail of bits from junk room to the kitchen, in the hallway. Closer inspection, and reading of the paperwork, this was a one-size option? Although I clicked on Large/Extra Large on the order page, the thing was a little small for my endomorphic, adipose, and overweight, many stomach-folds and chins adorned body to fit into. Hey-Ho! Always the Shlimazel! 
Around 15:25hrs, the intercom lit-up and rang out. Fortunately, I was in the hallway at the time, it was the Amazon delivery. I opened the foyer door and waiting for the chap to arrive at the flat. He handed the parcel over, I thanked the young man, off he shot, and I took the stuff into the kitchen, to open and inspect the contents. 
I tried out one of the wind-up torches, and it worked fine. I left one on the Ottoman near the recliner, for my use, and put the other three away as pressies for Christmas. I resisted making a brew of the Punjana black tea, I would enjoy that treat in the morning, I was too tired to appreciate it at the moment. I still had a part-filled mug of Glengettie anyway. 
The mixture did not look overly attractive when I served it up and mixed in the Korean BBQ sauce and tomatoes in the dish.
I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, and entirely concentrating on getting to the wet room, didn’t realise that the food tray was still on my knees, it fell off, I wobbled, lost control (still half-asleep?) of the stick, and fell in a heap over the Ottoman. Knocking over the airer and handwashing on my way to the floor! Hit my chin and caught the right arm on the bruise, then all was silent. I lay there, I must have looked like a collapsed rhinoceros amidst the clothes, the now bent airer, and the walking stick having come to rest close to the Little Inchy location! I freed myself of the entangled airer and clothing and moved away on my knees, which started Arthur Itis off, I moved to some stable furniture and used it to get myself back on my feet, (Not an easy task!), retrieved the stick, and off to the wet room! 
However, despite the recent altercationalistic happenings, sleep actually came, no getting up for any wee-wees, no dream and no ailment pains woke me up? They perhaps felt sorry for me? Hahaha!
00:40hrs: Woke in need of the Porcelain Throne. I extracted my worryingly ever-growing more flabby-body from the £300, second-hand, rickety, c1968 recliner, grabbed the four-pronged stick, and off to the wet room. A right mixed bag this morning. The evacuation began of its own before I was settled in the Throne! The oh so painful movement was in auto mode, I had no control over any actions taking place. And bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little Inchies lesion! And how come such a dollop again? The blood was cleaned up, new PPs adorned, washed up, and off to the kitchen (Feeling a stone or so lighter, Hehe!) 
I made a brew of tea, took an Aperture setting photo of the morning sky. Converted it to 32 bit, and it came out alrightish.
Although the pins (legs, knees) were not looking too healthy this morning. A new series of multi-coloured extra-large Clopidogrel blotches had appeared, as well as spots, blotches and welts! The knees looked very painful, but in fact, didn’t feel too bad at all?
The Morrison delivery arrived, I let him in the foyer door, (Yes the intercom was working!) 
Mary caught the bus to Arnold, and I set off on a hobble to the Asian store in Hockley. On the way, 
I cut through Heathcoat Street onto Goosegate, and noticed the Oriental Mart shop, and called in for a walk around. Blimey, it was messy and dirty in there. I did have a good search around to find Chinese sausages, eventually finding some in a fridge. But they were all dried air-tight packed ones. The writing was in Korean, Japanese or Chinese, and they did not look attractive at all, so I left, and carried on to the end of the road and left down the hill, to the Asiana Express shop. 
Unsure of how to cook them anyway, I left them and looked around and found some seaweed snacks and Skewered Beancurd nibbles. I think I have tried the beancurd before and liked it, but, of course, I may be getting this mixed up with something else. 
Knowing my recently increasing propensity for disorientation, and bewilderment, along with my involuntary adoption of a hazy-dazed-state of befuddlement, I might be wrong. Tsk! I also got tempted, by a bottle of Marca Pina Vinegar (Sukang Puti Vinegar), Made in the Philippines. 
I paid the lady the requested £9.64, and departed, up the hill towards Carlton Street.
, I was given plenty of chances to picture the many law-breaking and getting away with it, Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists going up and down. 
Top of the hill, I spotted an imitation policeman and a Sainsbury security guard, outside the store, having a good chinwag and laugh about something or other. I took this photograph just to prove that I actually saw an Police officer, on foot, in Nottingham City centre (Albeit an imitation one!)
I moved on down the hill on Pelham Street, where a gauntlet of beggars, salesmen and women and a counterfeit-bogus Big Issue seller (No badge, and only one copy of a very out of date magazine! Oh, yes, my investigative skills were on the boil, here!), each after some money of some kind from me. They didn’t get any!
I left the handwashing for tomorrow, (Which I may regret) and got the nosh sorted out. I put some black bean sauce in the pan, then the frankfurters, next, the rice and a little BBQ sauce. Ten minutes later, it was in the bowl on the tray with some Milk Roll bread, orange juice and a Limoncello dessert, oh and some seaweed nibble sheets. 
I got the headphones on. It was heavenly ecstasy, utopian, pure-pleasure, I fell asleep. I even began dreaming of a wonderfully pleasant, non-irritational, no-hassle life I was living in a cottage with Suzie and our family. I’ve never dreamt of such happy-perfection before. It was Bliss! 
I woke to sound of the flipping humming, droning sound that is all around the building, 24/7, non-stop! But it seemed to be worse, lounder and definitely more annoying this dark-dang early morning. Whether it was, or it might have been my frame of mind, or the hearing suddenly working again, I don’t know. It made me cringe at the knowledge that nothing could be done about it! 
Into the
kitchen, and started to feel a little philophobic for some reason that was not known to me. Another mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! I was soon sorry I mentioned my getting-accustomed to using the new walking stick. I got tangled up with it and knocked over the stuff on the draining board onto the floor as I attempted to retrieve the situation. Pee’d off with myself Mode Adopted! 
Got the computer on, and was really irked, excruciatingly annoyed again, I still hated myself for having the tussle with the pots and losing the altercation. When…
I took a photo through the unwanted nor liked new kitchen through the with the thick-famed, letting the wind in when closed, light & view-blocking, window. I used the Nikon camera because I had worked out how to get the Aperture priority setting on. At night or in the dark, it automatically gives a highlighted picture, that I like
I spent many hours doing graphics for page tops etc. I must have spent six hours on these jobs. Thoughts and Day of’s even got a couple of templates made in advance, but I was feeling weary now. 
I made the nosh. Gammon ham, baked beans with added BBQ sauce, a sourdough baguette, lemon yoghourt and a tiny Cox’s apple. Took the medications with the meal. All good the stuff! (Not the medications, off course, Hehe!) Even the little apple was tasty, the sourdough great! The fooder was a bit of a feast really. 
I got the handwashing sorted and hung to dry. And yet again, the fingers, hand and arm lost nerve sensations, and I dropped some washing as I was taking it to be hung over the heater, it fell on the drainer, knocking the same stuff over that I did earlier! Got it cleaned all picked up and sorted. But Anne Gyna was not happy about the bending down again, and let me know. Boy, did she! 
The bucket had hardly been used again. I grabbed the stick, out of the £300 second-hand, horrendously tatty, beige coloured, c1968 recliner, used the bucket, and wobbled off to the kitchen. Where I took this shot of the morning view. 
Worra session it was too! There was not a lot of areas that weren’t bleeding! The poo, Harold’s Haemorrhoids, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, and the nose. Why? No idea, other than Harold’s piles of course. And it was another ginormous evacuation again. A good cleaning-up of the affected areas, then I disinfected the bucket. 
A good wash, and back to the nearly cold mug of tea. And took it with me to the computer. 
Hunger pangs arrived, and I had some cornflakes and nibbled a few biscuits. 
All okay, I set off, down in the elevator, which were now both working! 
As cold as I thought it was in the lift, it was far worse outside! Brrr! Shudder! 
There were 14 minutes until the bus was due. So I decided to hobble down the hill, to the earlier bus stop, thus helping me to keep the body a little warmer. 
I arrived in town and dropped off, going into the Poundland Store. I came out with the trolley bag full, and two carrier bags hanging on the three-wheeler bars. That reminds me, I have not given this trolley a name yet, I’ll have a think about it. I gingerly tested out the handling qualities of Three-Wheeled Tricia Trolley? (A bit long for a name innit?) In these bags were: Flying saucers, mould remover, diaries, nibbles for the bag, and a selection of sarnies for the After-Stroke clan. 
I hobbled, hazardously with Three-Wheeled Tricia doing her own thing, to Chaucer Street, and got in the Church Hall. 
I departed, and miserably made my way to the bus stop on Queen Street, aware that maybe things were already showing through the trousers?
island in the middle of the road. I go. It shows the difficulty the buses have in getting through the everyday traffic.
medicated things, and got the jammie-bottoms on, took the other clothes to be hand-washed and freshened up. Wrung-out and hung to dry, I later moved them on to the warm airers. Got the fodder put away.
The meal was consumed while I began to watch a Hustle DVD. A most delightfully enjoyed nosh it was! A flavour-rating of 7.9/10!
I was really enjoying watching the old series one Hustle DVD, despite my knowing what was coming up and the outcome of the story. Hehe!
02:10hrs: Trying to sleep was abandoned. After a night of sleeplessness, unit a ten minute-spell, when I did nod-off and had a nightmare of nightmares! A phantasma that consisting of just about everything I have done wrong in my life drifting through it! Misinterpretations, boo-boos, failures, errors, bad choices, goofs, faux pas, over and underestimations, inadvertencies, snafus, aberrations, and misdiagnoses. The dream even made me feel guilty about the typographical errors brought on by the peripheral neuralgia and failing memory! I had a hatred of myself and my actions, toying with my conscience! I was well-pleased when I woke up and thought it best not to risk my falling back to sleep and returning to that worryingly lurid and grotesque nightmare. It’s almost unheard of, a night-dream getting to me, but this one did! Oy Gevalt! 
I took the medications, and made a super-tasty brew of Gelengettie tea! 
itching in the leg started again. Out of interest, I looked up ‘Causes of itching under the skin legs’. Ahem! This is what I found on the web: Dracunculous: Guinea Worm Disease: The female can grow to 31 inches! Sorry I looked now! Haha!
and biscuits again, I suppose? I’ll have some of the Manner Lemon wafers, and then try out the new ankle support straps. (Failure yet!)
I walked along Upper Parliament Street to the big traffic island with Derby Road. The sun was out, but nit very warm with it, and the people of Nottingham seemed to be in a generally good mood. No policemen were seen at all, and the pins and Arthur Itis were doing very well for me! 
I was phlegmatic about the situation, though, it was almost as if apanthropinisation had taken me over. I just took this photo and calmly turned around, back down the Derby Road hill. Which is where the problems came into play: The three-wheeler-walker does not like going downhill! I got to the Albert Hall junction and had to go up a steep kerb, that I managed, but as I set off again, the trolley went over after hitting a broken paving slab sticking up! I manoeuvered myself somehow, so as to avoid going over with it, though. Innit amazing the things you keep in your three-wheeler-walker bag? I noticed this as I struggled a bit, to retrieve the comprehensive selection of hand-out nibbles, pen, crossword book, an apple, receipts etc. and bits and pieces that had accrued, and spilt out onto the pavement! Hehehe! 
After the close-call with the food-delivery cyclist ‘Herbert’, I was in a niggly mood and made my way to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street, taking this shot of King Street, on the way. 
Then got the computer on, and went on the WordPress Reader. But within minutes, another wee-wee, back to the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. Followed ten minutes later by a WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) wee-wee. Variety is the spice of life! 
Then after making the brew, off to the Porcelain Throne in such a sudden hurry, I nearly tripped over the four-pronged walking stick, Huh! Saly for me, it was another messy performance. I’m glad I’ve got plenty of toilet rolls and antiseptic disinfectant in stock! It took me a while, and some effort to clean things up after the event. For even it was! I thought things had gone as they have been doing, everything over quickly. But, oh, no! I went through three separate evacuations one after the other! Each time using the tissue roll, thinking that was that. How the plumbing coped with getting rid of things, was amazing! This, and the wee-wee, thirst situation was not all bad, mind. 
It seems to have fooled Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and even to a lesser degree, Peripheral Neuralgia Nigel, for all three were being far less bothersome than they have been the last few days! Mind you, certain areas behind are getting very sore and tender now, with Haemorrhoid Harold just now, starting to give me a bit of bother, I’ll put some cream on. Off to the wet room.
I got Josie’s umami-cheesy potato meal finished, and delivered it to her door, dead-on-time again, at 12:00hrs. She liked the look of it, but the photo I took of the meal, formed part of the ‘Mystery’ of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, and somehow escaped from the camera SD card? (Snafued again!)
As it was not raining, I decided to visit the Winwood Court rooftop, to take some snaps. All prepared, wrapped up well (but no socks on of course), and I set out, taking the black bags to the waste-chute en route. 
Up in the lift to the third floor, and had a nosey out of the elevator door, taking a photograph of the view to my left. I also made a picture to my right, but that one even ended up as part of the Mysteries of Winwood Heights, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! As that shot also disappeared from the camera card!
Rooftop floor and out into the amazingly practical Winwood Court restroom and fully equipped kitchen. (It’s no use being jealous!) Where, for the first time, I met someone. It was not a resident, but a prospective client lady up there with daughter in the toilet and the lady waiting for her. She had come to view the place and decide if she wanted to move in or not. I had a welcoming natter with her, and she warned me of the high-winds out on the Al Fresco area. We both had three-wheel-walkers with us, and we laughed about if she did move into Winwood Court. Joking about our both setting up a jet-wash service for people returning home with mud and detritus covered walker-wheels, and we could become partners in a new Walker-wheel-cleaning service. Hehe!
