Thursday 11 February 2016
Well, what a start to the flipping day!
Stirred around 0245hrs in need of a visit to the porcelain, to find ‘Little Inchy’ had been bleeding away profusely. Made a mess all over me nightwear and the bathroom. Heck of a job slowing it down, couldn’t stop it fully. As I write this, his lesion is still leaking a bit.
I’m still suffering from the marathon 24 flights of stairs I had to climb yesterday to get back into the flat. As I thought about my condition, I made up a line or two of a song, to the tune of ‘Shaking All Over’.
I was pleased with coming up with this little ditty, went into the kitchen to make a cuppa and dropped the milk from the fridge all over myself and the floor! I really had got the shakes and aches this morning.Feeling the cold too, but that is to be expected with INR blood level so high again, making the blood too thin. I reckon that is why Little Inchy is bleeding so much?
Feeling the cold too, but that is to be expected with the INR blood level so high again, making the blood too thin. I reckon that is why Little Inchy is bleeding so much?
Cleaned up the spilt milk. That should prompt a metaphor, but I can’t think of one. Huh!
I nipped out to check the lifts; they were not working. I thought I heard some noises from within them, so assumed the engineers were still working to repair them?
Got back to the kitchen and made another cuppa, carefully. Took my medications.
With all the hassle I’d had this morning, it was two hours after I had got up before I got settled on the laptop.
I’m not looking forward to climbing down those stairs again. I did say I’d see Brother-in-law Pete to sort his laptop out, but I’ll have to give it a miss I think, go tomorrow when the lifts are going again.
The torn muscle, the reflux valve and having to clean Little Inchy are a hassle, at the moment.
Had a start at doing a birthday greeting to go on Facebook for Frankie Jordon, fellow blogger and jolly good egg.
All
the best
Frankie!
Have
one
great
brilliant
Birthday!
Cheers!
I then made another cup of tea and started doing some Facebooking.
Spur of the moment thing here. Due to my thinking how much easier the leg was today, I decided to have a run out to Arnold and get some bits of nosh in.
I enjoyed a quick bath and got out to catch the bus. The lifts were working now.
Had a wander around Asda, taking my time so as to judge the timing to catch the last L9 bus that would take me back to the flats.
The leg was still hurting, but I reckon it was less so than yesterday.
I got more stuff than I planned, so struggled to the bus stop. When I arrived, I noticed the seating bench next to the bus-stop, took a photo of it.
Apart from the missing slats of wood, those left were infested with lice, worms or insects of some kind.
I wasn’t tempted to have a sit on it. Hehe!
At the bus-stop, there were several folk awaiting. Three of the gals were discussing the cloud formations and one was asking if the others could see what they looked like, and giggling enthusiastically among themselves?
I looked but could not identify what was causing the humour?
So I took a photo of where they were pointing and looking.
Can any of you see what amused them please?
Caught the bus, and Jean from flat 43 got on the bus. I bet you’re impressed that I knew/remembered her name and flat number?
Fair enough, I didn’t, she told me on the bus, and I wrote it down on my bus schedule. She was talking about her books, Sky television and DVDs. I mentioned I had some DVDs she could have and asked her which flat she was in, so I could take them to her tomorrow.
The leg started to get worse again, and the reflux valve was sticking a bit again, sticking in the open position, this time, I’m afraid. So embarrassingly I sat there with uncontrollable noisy sharp bursts of wind coming up all the journey. The looks I got from the other passengers prompted me to tell Jean, in between the bursts of wind of the reflux problems.
By the time we arrived back at the flats, the valve was working again. We poddled up the lift, Jean dropping off on the 4th floor I think.
I gave her some nibbles, said my cheerios and continued to the 12th floor, got in and consulted the timetable I’d written Jeans details on and realised I’d only written a ‘3’ as her flat number. But I’m sure it should have been 43. I’ll find out tomorrow when I drop off the DVDs.
I put away my purchases.
The Rankin Wholemeal Irish Soda Bread was only £1 today at Asda.
Excellent when toasted with lashings of naughty butter and seedless Blackcurrant jam on them.
Of course, I don’t eat butter, but rather the more healthy tasteless lard-like tasting health things, ProActive and Flora.
A call to the porcelain was received from the innards. I found Little Inchy had at last stopped bleeding after I cleaned him up from the matted condition the poor chap was in. No bleeding from the piles either! Good that, as I expected more bother with the INR level being so high. Crossed fingers.
I set about getting the dinner ready.
Chestnut mushrooms, green beans, garden peas, boiled potatoes, potato cakes, beetroot, lettuce, and tomatoes (that I didn’t eat, I’d forgotten how foul they tasted).
Toasted some soda bread slices, two with Marmite on them, and two with Blackcurrant jam.
I didn’t eat it all, about two-thirds I’d think. Eyes bigger than the belly again?
Washed the pots up and fell well drained into me 1967 built armchair. Feet up on the little storage box thing, TV and headphones on, medications taken…
Drifted off to sleep within minutes.
Woke again an hour later, Brother-in-law Pete had rung me to tell me I could see the Space-Station in the sky in eight minutes.
I thanked him and fell asleep again.
Eight minutes later Sister Jane rang me to tell me it was in view now!
So I painfully encouraged the knees and legs to get me into the kitchen.
Sure enough, I saw it, a yellowish spot in the night sky – it moved very quickly upwards and out of view.
Got another call to the porcelain – Little Inchy in another right state matted and needed de-blooding and cleaning.
When I had finished and walked back into the living room, Arthur Itis made himself known in no uncertain terms. Now, if he carries on like this, same time as the torn muscle, I could find myself struggling a bit.
The twinges from the knees and right leg managed to keep waking up repeatedly throughout the rest of the night. I gave up around 0300hrs and made a cuppa and got the laptop on.
Tsk!
An interesting little incident occurred after I cleaned the bath.
Caught the bus into town, dropped off on Upper Parliament Street.
I set about mounting the twenty-four flights of concrete stairs.
Got the meal
Then I phoned the GP and got my appointment cancelled and made for tomorrow at 12 20 hrs.Oh dear, change of plans, 0940hrs the driver called he is behind and will be half an hour or so late.
little depressed, and chuntering on about the gloomy, windy weather.
checked my legs and put some more Phorpain gel on them both, although it was the slightly more swollen and hard, very more sore bottom of the right leg that needed it applying.
The lobby was barren of tenants as I did this.Lilly
After a while, old Lilly came and sat in her favourite chair, in seek of companionship bless her cotton socks.
Laptop on to start this diary.
Then, cleared, dusted and polished my 1968 G-plan sideboard and the Video box I keep my electricals in
I made up two of the four-drawer chests to use. Unfortunately, I thought they were the same as the previous ones I’d bought from Wilko – but no! They are smaller and have no wheels in them, and, the do not stack properly. Bogwindlingly Bad these!
I washed out the cleaning cloths and dusters and hung them up to dry, along with the walking stick that I’d used the wood dye on.
I t
ook a photo of the living room to see if I could see all the back-breaking works results compared to the photograph that I’d took before I started the cleaning up and titivating of the previously location.
Got me nosh
Decided to have a circular walk into Sherwood from the flats and back, to get the Diarrhoea tablets.
When I paid, the lady gave me four bits of paper.
It was here (See red cross on the map above) that I realised I’d forgotten to get the tablets for my diarrhea.
Oh, I got my weekly Grammarly Summary too.
Took the rubbish bags to the chute, and set off to the centre. Left the bread treats and set off up the footpath and up the hill into Woodthorpe Grange Park. Half way up, the howling winds were belting away, so I took a photograph trying to catch the trees in a bent position in the wind. But, the wind was swirling the trees too quickly.
The wind was not a cold one this morning, but the sun refused to come out at all.
I got into Wilkinsons shop and searched for the shaver adapters.
On the way back up the hill, I called in the Dentist, as I was not sure of the date of my next appointment and had not received any letter informing me.
At the time, this irked me a bit, but when I carried on up and over the hill and into the Woodthorpe Park, I was glad a bus was not due. I met an old greyhound with his pet owner going up the footpath, another dog I fell in love with.
Twas then I spotted an intruder in the kitchen!
The weather turned threatening – and the rain started a few minute after I took this photograph.
Got the marvellous fodder ready, and demolished it in short time.
I thought I’d have a look at the original paperwork in the folder.
there proved I had not left it in my bag.
down in the damp shaggy overgrowth of the thousands of old graves there.
They are allowing families to add to those already there to past relatives though BJ says.
Set the oven on a low light, so I could warm up me ready cooked bacon hock I’d purchased at Asda, with some potato scones later, with the sour bread.
Got the bacon done and added the potato cakes and had them with soda bread, Cumberland sausage, baked beans and a sprinkle of vinegar, followed by the cream cakes. Oh, I am a pig!
The tenancy interview seemed to go well yesterday. I got the living room sorted a bit more, although the Whoopsiedangleplop I could have done without happening! Hehe!
Dropped off and walked over roadway through the walk-over and tooketh a photo of below.
I spotted a few large ones, too big to get into the flat probably. But the cheapest one was £4000 plus!
I walked into the City Centre and got a TV paper from a shop, then over the Slab Square.
As the bus passed the Ice Stadium place, there wee hundreds of ankle snappers queuing for something or other.
The nosh, all done in the same oven dish (Apart from the beans done in the saucepan), I timed right for once, and it was deliciousWatched a DVD while I ate me nosh.
The view from the kitchen window was of an eerie foggy morning.
I received an email from Grammarly with my weekly writing update figure.
Got me nosh ready. Frikadellen and tomatoes, with the stoneground bread.
Woke I eventually, at gone 0700 hrs! 
Made a cuppa and took my morning medications with a nice strong cup of tea, rather later than planned mind. Hehe!
I did some more Facebooking. Then posted some ‘Bling’ photos for the TFZ gals.
I did a graphic for Sister Jane for her birthday and posted it to her.
Blotches of blood under the skin on both ankles and part way up the leg?
the top of my legs had turned red?
The rain had stopped, and gloom came over the view from the kitchen window.For a while, it seemed like everything had gone mono?
For nosh tonight: Pork sausages, chestnuts, potato cakes, beetroots and flavoured baked beans.