Up at 0345hrs. In the chair again, feeling tired still, but had to get up to attend the porcelain. Vague memories of my dreams, something involving tunnels and chasing or being chased again?
The ulcer was starting to play up as soon as I moved, hoping it doesn’t get worse, of all my ailments the worst are the reflux valve (I reckon this one will do for me in the end), the hernia and the duodenal ulcer.
Titivated the kitchen, made a cuppa and got the laptop on. When I signed in the screen went a horrible dark grey for several minutes – then an update message came and I clicked to start the updates. Another message: The usual wait while windows installs updates, this may take a few minutes do not turn off etc, half an hour later the Installing window disappeared. The ‘working light’ has been on ever since? Waited another half hour and started Google? Oh dear!
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
Then amazingly, I did not want the WC?
Checked me emails and went on Facebook.
Sandra from the TFZ site suggested some graphicalisations of the gals on there relating to Halloween might be a nice idea.
So I set to creating some to post on Facebook – it is now six hours later, and I’ve managed to finish them…
I’ll post a few of them down the right hand side of this page.
I used one photo for the background for each gal, then made the graphics of each gal in a Halloween outfit, then added some text I thought might be funny and appreciated.
I couldn’t put them al here, but I enjoyed doing them mind.
Don’t know if they will all find them acceptable, but I avoided putting owt on the that I thought might me naughty.
I haven’t posted them on Facebook yet but will do soon,
I’ll not tag them, just post them to the TFZ site.
Had some lovely comments on Facebook.
Had a thought about what to have for me nosh..
Had a jolly good bath without any Whoopsiedangleplops, a nice soak. clean-up Little Inchy, medicated and creamed me haemorrhoids.
Cuppa and took me evening medications.
Started preparing it.
Sweet potato balls with coriander, Frikadellens, beetroot, peppers, BBQ turkey bits and the last of me chilli from the pan, along with a banana, two little whirls and orange yoghurt with single low fat cream from the can.
When it came to trying to get me head down it was total failure.
I got the laundry ready for the morning.
Then spent the night though to 0430hrs listening to the radio and reading me book on and off.
No kip at all.
I can’t see why this should be, it’s been one of me idlest days since I’ve been in the flat? Tsk!
Up at 0325hrs. In the chair again, feeling horrible, guilty and amazingly not wanting the WC?
This changed as soon as I moved me knees to see if they would allow me to stand up yet, and started the hernia off.
Little Inchy in a state again. I could not remember having any dreams at all, but I think I must have by the state of poor Little Inchy.
The rain has stopped now…Cuppa and cornflakes this morning
The rain has stopped as the daylight forced its way through.
Cuppa and updated yesterdays not so good a day diary. Feeling rough, I did some Facebooking.
Time for me medications by the time I’d got it done and posted.
Had a good wash and brush up, too early to have a bath, the noise would disturb me neighbours.
Got myself ready for a walk to the Community Shed then through the Woodthorpe Grange Park into Sherwood and walk on to Carrington to get me monthly medications.
Wrapped up well, it looked like more rain to come.
I went down in the lift and there were about ten residents in the foyer, waiting for the bus to arrive – I suppose there would be more today, being a Saturday and there only being four buses all day to choose from. Had a natter and went out to walk to the shed.
The plans changed a bit here – I’d nearly reached the shed when I realised no one was on duty at the weekends. And I passed the memory test at the doctors???
So I left by the other end of the complex and walked down Winchester Street onto Mansfield Road. Called at BJ’s house but he was out.
So back onto Mansfield Road up the hill, over and down into Carrington and got me prescription bag of goodies for the month.
Then in the paper shop to get me TV paper.
To Lidl, and got some cobs, Frikadellens and fish sticks.
Out into the now rather heavier rain to the bus stop.
Caught a bus back into Sherwood.
The bus was filled up but I managed to get on one of those drop down seats near the front.
I went Arse-over-end when I came to getting up to get off in Sherwood…
I got missen tangled up with one of the bags and as I went down the medication packs fell out all over the place, luckily the bottles and tubes didn’t break. Like a shot, most the caring Nottingham public transport users remained seated but looked sympathetically at me, one young lad did help get me stuff back in the bags and watched me safely off the bus. Tsk, felt such a fool again!
I stood under the bus shelter for a while as the rain turned into torrential downpour mode, to adjust and sort missen out. I’m afraid that Little Inchy got squashed in me fall and rise to and from the bus floor – he was bleeding again now!
Ah-well… over the road and into the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, gave em me bits, bought a Brian Clough book titled ‘Cloughie 150 BC – The inside stories’ for a quid.
Then up to the Co-op store and bought another tin of the Vegetable-Chilli-con-carnie. Bit of luck here, they were reducing some frozen foods to clear, so I got three small packets of sweet potato lumps/balls at 50p a pack! Also got pack of out of date fish-sticks at 49p for ten sticks to have with me tinned kippers later in the week.
When I got to the check-out the lady pointed out that I was bleeding from me ear-hole. Tsk and huh! She insisted on fetching a first aider, I put a tissue to me ear and there was only a drop of blood, must have caught it on me first Whoopsiedangleplop on the bus – any-road, I bent down to me bag to get some more paper towel and clouted me head on the edge of the counter!
Much to the annoyance of those in the queue, the first-aider arrived and had a look at me. Then other concerned staff arrived? Then the manager who wanted to fill in an accident book – I told him that the accident if there was one indeed, happened earlier on the bus – everyone lost interest and the lady asked me for £5.99, tutted and gave me the change along with a voucher, this time for £1.50 off if I spend over £15 before the 30th of the month.
I was a bit confused with all the happenings, so stood a while to gather me senses (And lets face it, me and sense are getting further apart lately... Hehehe!
Moved on out and up over and down the hill then up through Woodthorpe Grange Park, the rain easing nicely.
At the top of the path a chap with his dog passed and the tail-wagging thing came to me for a bit of fuss, and he got it too!
Down the crumbling footpath to the flats and got in the flat just in time to the WC. Had to clean-up painful ‘Little Inchy’. (Humph – getting fed up with this now – Grrr!)
Th ear-hole looked okay, just a tiny scratch.
Nice little lump on me head from the Co-op Whoopsiedangleplop though.
Sorted out me new medications, then rotated them with the few left over from last month in the drawer.
Put the food away, and having some Chilli in the pan from last night, I added some red-beans in tomato juice to it along with some cubed potatoes to have later.
Laptop back on, because I didn’t feel up to starting to sort out or cleaning up as I had originally planned to get done.
A couple of dizzies came in quick succession, so I got the wrist alarm on me wrist, just in case, cause I felt… er ‘A bit odd’. No jokes please! Hehe!
What a tasty nosh! Rated this 9.4/10
Facebooked a bit.
Had me nosh chilli, potatoes with two Frikkadelen and four cobs, followed by can cream on Lemon cheesecake.
Rated 9.4/10 for this one, tasty!
Then I washed the pots and got me head down due to the sudden on-start of fatigue once more.
It seems like my days are getting shorter as I flake out earlier each day it seems?
Up at 0525hrs. Once more distorted in the chair, having failed to get me down on me quilt again before nodding off. Reckon I had a good five hours actual kip, good that, and no waking up to use the porcelain – so straight to the porcelain!
While sat there worrying about the amount of blood coming out, I recalled something of a dream I’d had about me jumping from cloud to cloud in the sky being chased.
So, the blood from Little Inchy and my rear end as has been normal recently, was cleaned up, although a lot more this morning from the rump end. Had a wash.
Kettle on and took me medications.
Remembered BJ is calling today and is going to give me a lift to Ikea bless him.
Finished yesterdays diary off then started this one.
Facebooked to catch up in case I get busy later in the event that I get a bookcase from Ikea to assemble.
Reflux valve playing up now, first time or days though.
I did a search for Nottingham Building Society advert for the old house cause I was sure by now they would have got it on the market ready for offers etc after I’d begged the to get a move on and told their representative how urgent the need was considering me dwindling finances.
Found it eventually, and clicked on the View Property Details button:
Nothing, it said ‘Coming Soon – Call branch for details.
Nice to know the Nottingham Building Society is rushing to help me out. <%”666!£$£$!
As Steve from Age UK recommended them I shouldn’t not be surprised.
He suggested I use Painter Paul to do me flat when I moved in – that is Painter Paul who got more paint on the wooden door edges than the walls, I’m still finding splashed of paint now after two months!
He then suggested I use United Carpets.
Huh! The worst possible choice – Cowboys, crap!
Made me pay up front, told me as all the boards outside the shop did that Free Fitting on all Carpets did, then told me I’d need an extra £100 in cash to pay the fitter on the day!
Who came late without the carpet, tore off me electric socket from the wall, left me with two doors that would not close cause of the carpet too high and left me a load of rubbish to sort out, bless the conning antisocial criminals and superior scrotes!
Steve also suggested I get me TV from John Lewis.
So foolishly I took his advice again. After the men came to fit it up – The TV reception was crap, they told me I’d need to get a signal booster, the remote control was different to the one in the manual and i still haven’t worked it all out yet and keep getting into different modes when I fall asleep and don’t know how which button I’d hit to get into the different mode… most unsatisfactory!
So naturally when Steve from Age UK said to use the NBS, I did.
So, if there are any 70 year old single blokes out there with arthritis, reflux valve sticking, hernia, skin cancer, duodenal ulcers, angina, heart valve replacement, haemorrhoids, dizzy spells, high BP, high cholesterol, depression, deaf, bald, overweight, 5’3″ tall, suffering with excessive involuntary wind, on 22 medications a day, lack of confidence and with no one to help you get through – Steve of Age UK is yer man!
Mind you, trying to get in touch with him is dodgy when yer deaf. He’ll appreciate this and understand and give you n incorrect email address so you can get in touch with him, as he had a phobia of his own in answering phone calls… I know this, I’ve tried 11 times in two days and no answer.
He’ll tell you your house will sell quickly once it’s on the market. And now, after 5 months it is still not on the market properly, but maybe next month it will be?He cunningly gives you other problems to worry about, Dodgy crap carpet fitters, TV’s that don’t work, Painters that use one tin of emulsion to paint three rooms and still splash a third of it on wooden doors,, sinks, cupboards, WC, bath etc…
Bitter? Frustrated? Me?
Facebooked me latest updated graphic for the TFZ team.
Washed and ready for BJ to arrive at 1030hrs in plenty of time, and I was waiting down in the lobby by 1015hrs.
Crosswording as I waited… 1030hrs arrived and left… 1100hrs came and went, I decided to have a walk to the end of Chestnut Walk to meet BJ when he arrived.
I waited on the corner looking down at the laundry building.
I utilised me me little camera to take some shots of the greenery flowers etc.
I was surprised at the blackberries in clumps with so many different levels of growth. Some overripe, some green, some ripening.
Tried to take a decent shot of some flowers a bit further up the road. Not to bad a shot, I only had me little camera with me.
Still, looking at these photographs now, I found there was something of beauty in them? I spotted the leaves were new strong and gleaming, while so many others were dying or dead. Something I’ve never properly seen in the past, just walked by?
The mobile rang for just a second or so, it was BJ – so I rang him back. He was running late (I expect nothing else from good old BJ, he’s never been on time for any meetings since I’ve known the lad). He told me he’d be here at 1140hrs. So, being about 1115hrs, I poddled back along Chestnut Way to wait in the reception area in the flats, as it was getting a bit nippy stood about outside.
On the walk back, I spotted though the bushes on the roadside, looking down the really steep hill, there was what was originally some steps cut out in the ground and a parting in the trees/bushes.
I took this photo of the leaf covered steps and the danger of using them – but the picture doesn’t show them very well.
Hey-ho, so I’m never not going to be a David Bailey then! Hehe!
More crosswording at the flats and soon it was 1200hrs gone – so I walked back to the corner to meet with BJ when he arrived.
About 1225hrs he arrived, and I could see the lad was uptight about something ad not on good form.
We went into Sherwood and he collected some prescriptions from Boots, after getting a bit angry at not finding a parking spot. Then we walked up the hill and he got some nibbles from the cake shop.
I was concerned that BJ was not too well, he took some of his medications when we left the chemists.
We were off to Ikea, being unable to find a space to park in BJ got more uptight than he was earlier bless him.
We plodded through the store and I got a Book-case, a three shelf metal storage unit that I hope will fit in me kitchen in the space they left for a washer.
We were there for a long time. I felt a bit guilty as BJ was not happy.
When we got to the place where you pick-up your choices BJ was irate with things. I thought his anger was due to him missing his medications and felt guilty again bothering him. He was so drained and stressed and i cold do nothing to help him. It was made worse when we found we had to go to another department after paying for everything.
He bought a wind-up torch for a relative and I insisted I pay for it in thanks for his efforts to help me out.
Then as we reloaded the stuff – three really heavy box’s, a cushion and cover onto the trolley at the checkout, I pulled me hernia into painful action and am now suffering badly with it – then I was in a bad mood too! Tsk!
We went and joined the queue to get the Book-case box’s – took ages and my guilt increased.
It was worrying to see the queue at the Complaints and Returns desk, of about 12 unhappy looking people!
When it finally arrived (the bookcase) in more two box’s, we left to the loading area and poor old BJ had to walk a long way to fetch the car. All the time cars were circling around looking for a space. A nightmare!
Very painfully we loaded BJ’s car with my stuff.
As I waited I spotted a sign opposite the loading area. “Getting your shopping home couldn’t be easier!” Humph!
BJ called at a relatives house on the way back, then he dropped me and the heavy awkward box’s off at the flats. And damn me, the key-swipe entry doors were not working! This really got to BJ and he was almost angry. I understood and said nothing to get him going worse.
There he was, trying to help a mate out, not feeling good himself, medications needed, shopping for others en route, car parking, queuing at Ikea, everything seemed to be going against him today – I felt terrible about it all. And now, even the mechanical things were against us!
Painfully, very painfully we got the stuff up and into the flat bedroom. BJ said he was sorry for things and his attitude today, but he could’t get to help me assemble the stuff we’d bought for a week or so. I (Feeling guilty still) said not to worry, and thanked him for helping me again.
I decided in the morning to call at this house and see how he was feeling.
Off he went well drained bless his cotton socks.
I managed to put the over on the cushion before fatigued I threw a tin of chilli and one of beans into a pan for me nosh. Put some lemon curd yoghurt and soured cream in the dish and visited the porcelain, where I fell asleep. Oh dear!
I woke up ten minutes or so later, so very glad I’d put the hob on minimum, and it wasn’t burnt.
So tired now.
My plan was to get the laptop on and update this diary.
In reality I fell asleep in the chair with me plate of empty dishes on the tray (Oh, the new tray I forgot, I got this from Ikea as well, thanks to BJ) at the side of the seat.
Found notes of dreams I must have wrote sometime during the night, the usual scribble, most indecipherable.
Painfully forced Arthur Itis to let me go with me knees to get to the porcelain – oh dear, ‘Little Inchy’ in a right state again.
Dream from notes more than memory, though some bits did manage to trigger the old brain-box into action:
1: I was lying in the floor in an old fashion counter service store fighting with a mouse? Fell through floorboards giant mouse, talked to it, it wanted a cup of tea, I ordered a bucket of tea on me old style phone from Asda – Brooke Bond chimps arrived delivering it?
2: I was in a track race in a stadium, world press, TV, thousands cheering – ten runners all with flags on the shirts, the crowd seemed to consist of plastic dolls? – some of the racers had zimmer frames, some had disability scooters others disabled chairs, I had me walking stick. I came last and watched as George Osborne awarded the winners a medal, he was surrounded by body guards and police with clear plastic shields held up all around him.
No other scenarios recalled, but a few decipherable words were on me list. Canal, Lost coffin, pregnant mouse and chasing bus?
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
Must remember to be in twixt 1200 > 1400hrs for me Asda delivery. I’ve ordered a load of those Sticky Rib pot noodle thingies while they are still on offer at half-price, 50p a pot – for some reason I like that flavour but none of the others? They come with a tiny sachet of Peking sauce, but I don’t use that, I put some tomato purée and BBQ sauce in it.
There is a Brazilian BBQ steak flavour one I tried – ‘Phwoar! red hot!’ Too hot for me to handle.
Got the laptop on and done yesterdays diary and posted it, then started this one.
While setting up I found the graphic I did for Janet of the TFZ site.
David’s lovely dog Spike, who everyone loves although we’ve never seen him him and I added Janet’s kitten pussy.
Spikes mournful eyes get everyone to be a fan of him.
Went into the bedroom to see if the clothes rack was still on one piece from yesterdays Whoopsiedangleplop.
I opened one of the box’s I’d gotten from Wilko and took out this box in the photo on the left here.
I thought when I ordered it, that it would be perfect for storing my er…
I can’t remember now!So I’ve left it out in the kitchen so each time I go in to get me medications, cook or make a cuppa it might come back to me when I see it laying there forlornly awaiting to be used?
Did a bit of Facebooking then Worpressing.
Managed a nice graphic one for the TFZ site.
Facebooking for hours again, no guilt this time, just enjoyment!
I rang Steve from Age UK again, no answer.
Then rang BJ to see how he was going.
He called for a chinwag 15 minutes later bless him.
A good natter and cup of tea ensued and we went on the Ikea site to try and find if they had any brown book cases, but they only had light beige black or white. But we did find one that looked like being the type I fancied with drawers at the bottom in black.
BJ took the measurements and it seemed to be suitable for the corner spot I had planned for it.
He then measured the space for a washer in the kitchen, and then said he would pick me up tomorrow and take me to Ikea for a look around. We can use these measurement to find out if we can get some drawers to fit that are deep enough to take me tall cleaning bottles.
Cheered me up he did. Must get something for his birthday next month – or slip him some cash.
Had a look on the Ikea site again after he’d gone.
Asda delivery came. Put the stuff away, and set to betting me nosh ready.
Curried baked beans, tasty BBQ sausages, bread, mild peppers, and followed by Lemon Curd cheesecake and soured cream, oh and I unzipped a banana.
Washed up and had a look at the TV paper to see if owt interesting was on tonight.
Up at 0520hrs, TV blazing away again, headphones on me lap in the chair I’d nodded off in yet again.
Thoughts of me dreams I’d had were not very clear or many. Not much idea what I’d dreamt of at all. but I wish I knew, cause little Inchy was in a right state. The dried congealed blood and pain told me I’d been dreaming of something erotic perhaps?
Hehehe!
Spent hours catching up on Facebook and WordPress from the time I had been made Internetless by Virgin Media, who are crap… did I mention this earlier?
Got me things ready for the Laundry room and had a wash of sorts.
Took some nibbles down with me for any tenants I might meet, me camera and pen and crossword book.
Got down in the room and realised I’d forgot to take me coins down with me for the machines. Huh!
Back up to collect some and down again.
One or two tenants were amassing in the reception area and I gave em a nibble and had a chin-wag with some after I’d got the washers going.
There is one old dear who often goes to catch the first bus, thin drawn, stern looking, who doesn’t get involved with the chin-wags with the others and tends to get ignored a bit, she was there this morning. I always go out of me way to try and cheer her up. She never seems to start any discussions, or reply to anything said to her with more than a single word like, Yes, No, Mmm or a shake or nod of the head. I have given myself a mission to make her smile. My EQ tells me she is unhappy and I want to bring a little cheer to her. My next stage next time I see her is to ask her some questions to try and get her opening up a tad, you know, questions like “Where were you brought up?”, “What do you think of…” type of open questions that seek a mutli-worded reply. She needs to know that someone cares I’m sure of this, bless her. At least this morning she took a nibble from me bag of goodies at the second prompting.
They went off to catch the bus and I got me crossword book out.
Found myself singing away to missen again this morning.
Eventually the machine was done, and I had to wait a while for a naughty resident who was drying only came down earlier and started the one free drier Tsk!
Moved the togs into the drier and got it going, thought I might have a walk into Sherwood while waiting, but the heavy rain put me off like.
Back to the crossword book.
Arthur Itis let me know his displeasure at yesterdays marathon walk as I limped back up to the flat with me fresh smelling clothes.
When I put the togs away, I hung the dressing gown on me proudly ‘Self Erected’ Ikea clothes rack – as I turned to struggle back out through all the mass of stuff that still needs sorting – the clothes rack collapsed. Oh dear I thought.
Tried again to get some of the paint off the door edges that Paul the Painter had left for me. No good!
Got me potatoes in the oven and prepared me nosh. I remembered to add me battered fish-cakes to the tray an hour later in an attempt to get them both cooked right at the same time.
Then I jumped in the bath… (Jumped? Me? What a misused word). I took me night attire from the airing cupboard with me into the bathroom, ran the bath while I had a shave teggies etc – then struggled dangerously, nervously and bravely into the bath.
Getting out was more taxing but I managed it… although again painfully.
‘Little Inchy’ had very little bleeding I was glad to find.
Wiped around and the nosh was ready for serving.
Oiled Roast potatoes, bread thins, sliced peppers, baked beans, battered fish-cake, cheesed cob followed by an ice-cream cheesecake with extra cream from me aerosol thingy… oh, and of course me can of Roasted Kippers in vegetables.
The potatoes and kippers were nice, all the other ingredients disappointed a bit. So only a 6.5/10 rating.
So weary again now, although I hadn’t done much today, yesterdays marathon hobble had got to me I think.
Fell asleep.
Woke up, cleaned the pots and kitchen, returned to see if owt was on the goggle-box worth watching… fell asleep… each time I woke either the knees or the reflux valve was giving me some gip.
Up at 0420hrs – Once and yet again straight t’porcelain!
I wrote down some bits of the dreams I could recall for once, not remembered any for ages now. Yesterday after losing the memories while on the porcelain seconds after remembering them induced me to leave paper and pen in the bathroom. (Clever that!)
I think I was heaven, or at least queuing at the gates: A long long line of us former mortals awaiting to be accepted, or not as the case may be. All Nationalities seemed to be there, somehow I knew many of them had died horribly in battle etc but they all seemed to have their limbs and body parts attached? Don’t know why, but this fascinated me somewhat as I recall?
A chap wearing a robe approached as he walked down he line carrying what looked like mobile phone. He came straight to me and said something like “Ah, you is it, we’ve been waiting for you for a long time – take this recorder and get the name of each of the first 1000 deceased morons then bring it to me in the brothel… He looked like John Cleese.
This part of the dream remained with me and seemed very clear to me. The rest just bits – Going down the line and all the people spoke in English and told me how they had died… can’t remember going to the brothel with the results as I seemed to have been transported to another dream.
I was living inside a blue-bottle body (Earlier in the week I did a funny graphic of this scenario, suppose this must be linked?) trying to tell someone about this and getting squatted dead by everyone I landed on to call down their ear-hole and beg for help?
Then I was flying around diving down to people to ask for their forgiveness for things I’d done in the past – the people were from my own past, I remember several schoolteachers, a policeman and girlfriends. there were I’m sure many many more and this dream seemed to go on and on and on?
Little Inchy for once was not bleeding profusely, just leaking a tad.
Coughing and sneezing a bit, with aching knees and feet (How they could be aching when I’d only been up for 20 minutes after 4 hours kipping in the chair where I fell asleep, I didn’t understand) into the kitchen kettle on and medications taken.
I realised as I pondered on but decided against having a pot of porridge, that I was singing to myself again, and it took a while to rid me mind of Elvis’s “Who wants to buy a heart”.
Laptop on, still singing “Who wants to buy a heart” – (Oh no… it was called “One broken heart for sale, wasn’t it?) to myself and decided to bus it to town later, and catch the new tram to the Queens Medical Centre for me Warfarin INR blood level test. This made me check to make sure me wonderful much appreciated Pensioners Free Bus-pass was in me pocket ready. Thankfully we use these on both the buses and trams.
Finished yesterdays diary off and then did some graphicalisationing then Facebooking.
Did two for the TFZ gals:
One of Lyzzi with her beloved shoe shopping.
And one of Nancy being alluring and teasing with a chap of unknown origin!
Got a bath shave and change of togs readied the things for me outing to the hospital.
Bus-pass, INR Warfarin blood level record card, nibbles for the nurses, and took camera, mobile and bird seed with me. Couldn’t find me spare pair of long distance glasses?
Down and had a natter with some residents as I waited for the bus to arrive.
Got into town (despite falling asleep on the bus) and plodded into slab square to catch the tram.
The sky was bright little clouds, an unwarm Autumn sun coming through.
Noticed on the top of the large Debenhams building on the roof of it that is, was where the pigeons had gathered for a conference. (Hehe).
Swiped me bus-pass on the machine and got on the tram and was off.
I was going to do me crosswords but couldn’t find me pen – Huh!
Thus started the Whoopsiedangleplops!
Dozed a bit for a few seconds here and there like and then it dawned on me… I was on the wrong tram going the opposite way to the Queens Medical Centre! What a plonka!
Down by the riverside at Wilford Bridge
Got off at Wilford and crossed the line, waited and got on the tram going the other way to go back to town to catch the tram I should have caught! Ticket Inspectors got on – and put me off at Wilford Bridge cause I’d forgot to swipe me card on the platform due to me Whoopsiedangleplop of getting in the wrong tram confusing me.
I took a walk by the river. Took photographs it and the statue of Sr Robert Jukes Clifton, Member of Parliament for Nottingham from 1861 to 1866, then again from 1868 until his premature death the following year.
The stonework stained and chipped, his nose vandalised, covered in bird pooh, I had to look up who up who he was when I got home.
Plodded back to the tram platform and made sure I wiped me card this time.
Trammed it back into Nottingham.
Not many folk on the tram this third time I’d been on one up to now today. Tsk!
Took a photo on the tram to show how empty it was. Noticed after I’d put the photo it in this diary later, how remarkably the chap sat in front of me, looked like me? Apart from his having hair on his head like.
Dropped off in town and crossed over to catch the correct tram this time to Toton, swiped me card on the platform.
Got off at the QMC, and went to find out how to get to the Haematology department from the tram stop. There were two volunteer ‘Helpers’ who came to assist me. They asked if they could help, I told them where I needed to get to. The lady suggested I walk down the three flights of steps to the ground level and catch a bus around to the front of the building? Then the bloke said walk down to the ground floor, (He pointed down to a door in the distant building) and go through that door, lift on your left, go to floor B and follow the signs for the Main Entrance and you’ll get to the blood room.
I struggled down the stairs, up the path into the door as indicated, then spent several minutes looking for the lift on my left? No luck. So I took the stairs to what I thought was B floor and ended up walking through… well I’ve no idea really… There were no nurses doctors or patients, just machinery part dismantled and folk walking about, I think maybe I was in a training section or something like that? Being a bloke I didn’t ask for direction just plodded on hoping to find me bearings again…
No one asked me who I was or what I was there for, much of the equipment looked technical and expensive.
Eventually I saw a sign for ‘To the Main Entrance’ and followed further ones, down the stairs, through more training rooms – students were being given lessons in what looked like a laboratory and I just walked through without being challenged?
Found a familiar corridor I’d used before, and hobbled on me way through many corridors to the blood-room.
If I had caught the bus in the first place I reckon I could have saved three hours off me journey time. I had to laugh to missen, Tsk!
Took me ticket, got a free Metro newspaper and had a read while I waited for me number to be called. Had me blood test done and out of the front to catch a bus back to town.
I think I’ll give catching the tram to the QMC a miss next time! Huh!
Back in town, I realised by getting myself in a pickle with the trams and then lost in the QMC buildings I’d missed me clinic appointment! Oh dear… must email them, grovel and explain why – might send them this diary eh? Hehe!
I had over 45 minutes to wait for the next L9 bus back to the flats, so foolishly I went into Primark and had a look at their jumpers and cardigans on sale… ended up spending again!
Made me way from the store to the bus-stop, a few minutes walk, and during that time encountered eight pavement cyclists.
When I got to the bus-stop I met Norman, a fellow Woodthorpe Court inmate… I mean resident dweling on the same floor as wot I do. I love listening to Norman, a bit like me, he forgets he’s already told you a tale and goes through it again – but I don’t mind at all and love hearing his tales from his past.
Got in said cheerio to Norman and got to the porcelain with seconds to spare! Painful session.
Made a cuppa and laptop on to update this diary, but felt so tired after me day of Whoopsiedangleplops I just did some Facebooking then got me nosh made and digested.
Another good one this was, rated it a worthy 9.3/10
Used the last of me Sweet potato wedges to have with a can of the nice chilli con carne, followed by a banana and lemon curd yoghurt with soured cream.
After that I added some more Sweet potatoes to me Morrison order for tomorrow.
Then fatigued I flaked out.
Woke up with the TV still going (Can’t remember putting on?) at 0125hrs.
Up at 0315hrs – Once more and again straight t’porcelain!
Memories of dreams came to me while on the porcelain – but most of them had dissipated by the time I’d got the kettle on and started the laptop. Bleeding again both ends.
Posted Horoscope post, and then yesterdays diary.
Made a cuppa, pot of porridge and took me medications for the morning.
Reflux valve giving me some bother now, but the ulcer has eased off nicely. Little Inchy continues to bleed and sting though. Huh!
Kettle on, cuppa and took me medications.
Settled doing me Facebooking and graphicalising with a trip to the WC every half hour or so. Tsk!
My mate Duncan Robertson got in touch about the graphic that I did about his Batman Mania. He was not happy. Hehe! Joking aside for a moment, he did tell me not to try and get the drawers fitted until he could get to see me, as he remembers how I knocked missen up last time did some. That was nice of him. Thanks Dunc!
I decided to walk to the Co-op again and get some more tins of the Chill and chips on offer at £1, cause I had some last night and it were grand tasting.
Had a good soak int’ bath and got missen ready.
I walked up the hill on the gravel path, not too many folk about.
Had a lovely slow walk up through the park and down into Sherwood.
Got to the Co-op and even they were quiet – until I got to the check-out then I wondered where everyone had come from.
I got two tins of Stagg Chilli and two of Chilli and fries along with a pack of Bread thins. All for £5.
Another nice stroll back to the flats, stood and watched some of the woof-woofs enjoying themselves for a bit.
Took a photo of the changing colour of the trees in front of the flats.
Back to the flat and decided I was going to sort out the plastic drawers in the kitchen.
Did the first one and dropped it when I came to putting back in the frame, along with all the medications – that was the end of me sorting for the day. especially when I had a dizzy as I bent to retrieve them. Huh!
Back on the laptop for hours!
Did an order for Morrisons for delivery Tuesday.
Had a pot noodle for nosh – not feeling up to much.
Another dizzy.
Must remember hospital in the morning – so I put me record card in me jacket pocket so I didn’t forget it in the morning.
Still awake at midnight when I made a cuppa and took me belated medications. Tsk!
Up at 0550hrs – straight t’porcelain yet again. Reflux valve giving me some bother now, but the ulcer has eased off nicely. Little Inchy continues to bleed and sting though. Huh!
Kettle on, cuppa and took me medications.
WC’d.
Must try to get some sorting done later.
Kitchen cleaning day today as well.
I’m still fretting over the call from the bank last night.
Spent hours finishing off yesterdays diary, graphicalisationing and on Facebooking.
WC’d.
Decided to do the kitchen floor using my new ‘Hooveress”.
Nothing occurred or stirred when I plugged her in the socket?
Decided Not to do the kitchen floor using my new ‘Hooveress”.
Sad this… I checked the outlet was working – yes, and that was the end of my skills in that department. I’ll ask Steve of Age UK to have a look when he comes again, or Duncan, or BJ… whenever that might be.
Had a wash and brush up and got ready to go on a walk into Sherwood and get me Co-op £1.50 off voucher if I spend £10, cause the expiry date finishes today.
Unfortunately I had a Whoopsiedangleplop while shaving. I got an itch on me head and went to scratch it with the razor still in me hand! Stopped it bleeding eventually – what with this and me haemorrhoids and ‘Little Inchy’s lesion it’s a wonder I’m got any blood left! Hehe!
Got me bags, camera in pocket and down to the ground floor on the now creaking one lift working.
Met a chap on the way out and had a natter. (I love this about living here, the odd natter with someone old enough to understand things). He warned me it was a bit windy.
Out and on the path up to Woodthorpe Park and a damnable cyclist nearly got me as I turned left at the top of the footpath.
Down onto Mansfield Road and the wind was in the right direction here to nearly have me over! Thought maybe I should have brought me stick with me after all.
Over the hill and into the Co-op store. Not very busy for a Saturday. Had a good wander around, got some more of the Stagg Special Offer Chilli tins, some own label bread thins, fair-trade bananas, tea-bags on Special offer and counted up roughly what that came to – not enough, under £10 so I couldn’t use me voucher yet; So I got some soured cream and accidentally put a box of two fresh cream and jam slices in me bag. Ahem!
At the check-out where the nice lady nearly spoke to me, she took me voucher cause I spent £10.87 (Due to the mysterious cream cakes that jumped into me bag of their own accord – Ahem again…) Brought the total down to £9 odd.
Out and down to the newsagents to see if they had any sherbet saucers. No.
Back up the hill towards the park and I noticed that me dentist had bought the property next door.
I wondered if this meant I would soon not have to climb two flights of stairs after being ignored and insulted by their reception Obergruppenfurhers in the future?
They had plastered a rather large sign outside on the wall above the doors of both properties; Accepting New Patients!
Surprised me that did, cause when I went in the other day to get an appointment for them to have a look at me filling they’d done the week before and I’d had a Whoopsiedangleplop getting out of the bath and hit me mouth on the sink edge – they could not see me before November the summat or other?
Pressed on, just avoiding a collision with another mad pavement cyclist and up through the park.
Reflux valve giving me some gip now. Tsk!
Got in and WC’d sharpishly.
Put the kettle on and put me bits away.
I tried to get the Hooveress going again, but no!
WC’d.
Titivated the kitchen.
Laptop on and this updated.
Then graphicalisationing and Facebooking again for a while, well for many hours again really.
That’s cleared some anyway…Wilko delivery arrives…
Up at 0350hrs – straight t’porcelain yet again – ‘Little Inchy’ in a state yet again. Looked at the Wilko stuff that needed sorting and set about sorting some.
Well that couple of hours graft did me a lot of good: Now, Arthur Itis has started in me knees and hands, the Reflux valve is making me gasp and me back is playing up again!
WC’d, then made a cuppa, groaned, muttered and moaned a bit to myself and took me medications.
Emails checked, Graphicalisationing started then Facebooked for a while.
Luckily, or unfortunately which ever way you look at it, I realised I’d done me night medication pots up wrongly! Huh, fancy that and Tsk! So I lost an hour or two in resorting them and taking out the second Ramipril capsule I put in the pot in error and replacing it with the Omeprozole I’m missed out.
Back on the laptop to Coreldraw, while listening to G F Haendel’s Water Music on YouTube, very nice.
Did some Facebooking, a lot of Facebooking and some more graphicalisations too.
I changed to listening to some Trad Jazz. (Good this, I just hope nobody knocks on me door or rings me while the headphones are on me head!)
Still not bathed or shaved yet, and it’s now gone 0900hrs.
I got myself cleansed and polished, and down with the laundry to get it washed and dried. Took me cross-word book with me to try and do some while waiting.
One of the lifts was not working, but I got down alright and soon had me washing in the one free machine and was out in the reception area doing me crosswords for an hour while I waited for the machine to finish.
A lady came past me into the room with a big bag of drying to do and I had to go in and tell her not to use the one drier as my washing would be done in 7 minutes and if she, who had washed her clothes in her machine in her flat used it, that meant I would have to wait well over an hour after waiting already for over an hour for the washer to finish to get my clothes dried. She was alright about it and said she’d come down later.
Got me things into the drier a few minutes later and settled again with me crossword book to wait. Met a few residents and had little natter here and there.
Caught a squirrel outside through the window in the car park though.
I popped back in to see how the drying was going and it had stopped after about 10 minutes. Had to put more money in again, but it went okay this time.
Got the togs out and back up to the flat. Put some of them in the airing, and hung up the others on me Ikea clothes rack, that I am pleased to report has not yet collapsed.
WC’d and made a cuppa, laptop on to update this tosh.
Turning even colder as the day gets on.
Facebooked while awaiting arrival of Steve from Age UK and Nottingham Building Society man.
Steve rang, he might be late arriving asked me to let the NBS man (Sam) know.
Then Sam the NBS man arrived and started talking but his voice was not in tune wiv me hearing-aids. Hard work.
Steve Age UK arrived and they talked and I guessed what they were saying, my lip-reading skills are not good.
I was presented with many papers and signed them. Dug out various paperwork (Showing off me folder/files system) to prove I owned the house and who I was like.
I needed to pay some money to the NBS and gave Steve my card and he got on the phone and paid them via me Visa thingy.
They were off and gone and then I got a recorded message from the bank telling me that five transactions had taken place? Not one as Steve and the NBS man had told me?
I rang Steve as this worried me a bit. Of course no answer as he was off work now.
Worried about this, but there is nowt I can do until Monday at the earliest! Oh dear!
Got me nosh, and had me medications.
This nosh despite me worrying about the bank – was a Super-Nosh!
Rated this 9.4/10.
Sorted me medication pots out.
The usual nowadays fatigue dawned on me.
In fact I fell asleep on the porcelain!
Woke with a jolt then sorted out some programmes to watch on the TV and wrote them down – then fell asleep again before they started!
Up at 0555hrs – straight to the porcelain yet again – ‘Little Inchy’ in a state. Managed to slow the bleeding but will have to monitor it today. If it carries on bleeding like this I’ll have to call for some help. At least the rear end was not bleeding to bad at all.
I can’t remember getting up this late since I’ve been here – must have been well tired, I reckon I had 7 hours of kip and only woke up once or twice, good that… I think?
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
Email from the GP surgery, they cannot give an appointment for me INR Warfarin test for Monday or Tuesday next, told me I have to go to the phlebotomy dep’t at the Queens Medical Centre to have my blood tests done on Monday.
That cheered me up no end that did. First a bus from here 0930hrs – into town 102ohrs – bus to the QMC arriving approx 1100hrs – wait in queue for an hour at least often longer, then all that pa-lava to get back and the day will be gone! No laundry will get done on this Monday then. Tsk!
The Morrison chappie arrived and I put the stuff away in me already bulging cupboards and fridge.
Good that though all the same. With me not getting out for a few days now I know I’ll not run out of nosh anyway. Hehe!
I posted the photographs of the pigeons I took yesterday to TFZ and the Birds & Plants sites.
I heaved a load of seed and earth worm pellets out for them and grabbed me camera.
WC’d.
I like the way I managed to catch them in the second photo with them incoming to land and fanning their back feathers to slow them down, claws and feet ready to land and to do battle with the others to get the fodder.
Couldn’t do that in Nottingham – I’d get a fine or arrested.
Made a cuppa, passed wind, rushed to the WC.
Facebooked for a bit.
WC’d.
I was just emailing Sir Lynton, telling him of me problems with the Wilko delivery – and blow me down – it arrived.
Stored it in the so called hallway.
Mind you I can’t get out of the flat very easily now it has come. Hehe!
WC’d.
I decided to get to the dentist to book an appointment, go to the Co-op to get a TV paper, drop me donations off at the Hospice charity shop and see if I can arrange to book some goes on their lottery and have a look in the charity shop over the road to see if they had any book cases in yet that might fit in the living room. oh, and drop in the Winwood Community shed with letters for the previous tenant that have been delivered.
Got missen ready, took me midday medications and set off.
Went to the shed, it was open but no one there. Left the mail and some nibbles for em and walked towards the hill up into the woods to trek to the shops and the L8 bus pulled in, so I got on that.
One of the residents got off and I gave her a choice of nibbles and said hello. The driveress, the nice one was driving the bus, so I gave her a choice of nibbles too. She opted for a bag of white chocolate mice.
Went in the dentist and bravely approached the Obergruppenfurher on reception and booked an appointment for December 7th.
Then walked over and looked in the Sue Ryder shop but they no book cases in.
Back across the road and into Wilko to see if they had any of the wood dye I got the last month from them – none in stock.
Out and back up the road into the Sherwood Co-op store.
Got a pot noodle BBQ flavour, a TV paper, some special offer priced Stagg Chilli-con-carne with wedges at £1 from £1.90 and a pack of two vanilla cream cakes fell into me bag somehow…
A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist shot in front of and over the road.
Walked back through the Woodthorpe Grange Park back up to the flats.
Not many folk about today.
Mind you, the few that were there had fun with their woof-woofs.
Almost looks like a painting?
The changing seasons were still offering some wonderful different colour trees for me to enjoy looking at though.
It seemed serene and peaceful as I plodded on up the hill and right down to the flats.
I struggled passed the Wilko box’s into the flat and to the porcelain.
I noticed some bits on the kitchen floor as I put the kettle on.
Scrubbed at and then soaked the glue residue for hours – to no avail!
Got the brush and pan out and swept the bit into it – but they stuck on the pan – the glue from the label was still there and hyper sticky. I decided it was well time to try again to remove it. Huh!
I tried various concoction and mixes of bleach, washing-up liquid, flash kitchen spray, Fairy power spray, Dettol cleaner, scouring pads, metal scraper liquid soda and elbow grease – to no avail!
So I left the pan soaking in the sink for a few hours.
Started the laptop and updated this diary.
WC’d.
Went back to the soaking pan and had another go at it with the scraper. Nothing – the glue remained in place! I may have to throw it away and get another one, but making sure the next one does not have a label stuck in it!
Then realised I’d stained the sink! Another job to tackle.
WC’d yet again! Worrying this is. Had to clean up ‘Little Inchy’ again. Not feeling too good now. Decided against starting sorting the Wilko order out until the morning – dizzy spell and headache now – what next! Tsk!
Going to have some Mulligatawny and Beef and vegetable soup with bread thins tonight methinks for a change.
Got it in the pan ready for later.
Took me evening medications.
WC’d.
Cleaned the sink and polished it – best I could manage anyway. Huh!
Did a bit of Facebooking and some graphicationalising again.
I discovered it is a Special Day today in America.
“White Cane Safety Day”!
Apparently: The United State president may issue each year a proclamation calling on people in the United States to observe White Cane Safety Day with appropriate ceremonies and activities. It is a time when communities across the nation re-affirm their commitment to improve access to basic services for blind and visually impaired people.
Organizations, such as Lions Clubs International and the National Federation of the Blind, organize promotional activities involving the public as part of a goal to help to increase awareness of the use of the white cane and the laws that govern its use. Activities such as visual displays, walks, meetings, public service announcements, and the distribution of t-shirts reminding people about the day are all part of the day’s activities. White Cane Safety Day also reminds people that motor vehicles and pedestrians should yield the right of way to blind or visually impaired people using canes.
Nice that!
WC’d. Getting a bit annoying this now…
I checked on the glue residue on me pan soaking in the sink – still there! Dried it off tearing the paper towels as I did so and making an even bigger mess!
Had me soup nosh and fatigued again I had a bath and shave and into me jammies.
Boldly reset the crap TV and managed to remove some of the stations so it is easier to check through them to find what’s on what.
