Thursday 21st June 2018
Germany: Donnerstag, 21. Juni 2018
0400hrs: Woke and feeling a little under the weather, not poorly, just hazy… no that’s not the word. Acidulous, with an awareness of my ability for committing aeviternal errors, shortcomings, and cock-ups. I did not like myself much.
This morning, the brain was back to its meanderings, frettings, worrying and confused perceiving and making no sense of the world or universe.
No signs of any nocturnal nibbling or somnambulating having taken place, I tackled the job of removing my overly wobbly body mass from the £300 second-hand recliner with ease, and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna, and Roger Reflux were all in a good mood with me. Duodenal Donald, I could sense was getting ready to attack me shortly. The light tightening and gentle stabs of pain told me this.
I found the flipping hotplate on the stove had been left on a low setting overnight. What a schmuck!
Got the Health Checks completed and took the medications.
Th Sys, Dia, and the Pulse had gone back up again, about time too.
Shame about the weights slight increase. Particularly after the decent hobble to the City Hospital yesterday, I’d hoped it would have gone the other way, down.
Humph!
The bulbous tummy innards rumbled, and I found myself rushing as fast as I could to the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence had me fooled, he’s back again. A messy session that needed cleaning up after. I decided to get the ablutions done while I was in there. For fear of disturbing the neighbours so early, I had a stand-up wash. No cuts shaving. Harold’s haemorrhoids were not bleeding. Only the fungal lesion stung when medicated. Tsk!
I returned to the kitchen, and threw away the now gone cold mug of English Breakfast tea, and made a fresh one. Took these shots while waiting for the kettle to boil.
You can see the underfelt on the right of the first photo. And, the progress on the balcony base, which doesn’t seem much compared to the same day last week.
I observed some parking spaces down below on Chestnut Walk. A curiosity indeed. I imagine that the more well-heeled, favoured fortunate few, who can afford a car, have a family to go away with, and have not lost their driving licences through ill-health, might be on holiday in Seychelles, Hong Kong or at the World Cup in Russia? Hehehe! Only joking!
I went to the kitchen and realised just how odd my legs were this morning, again, always a change every waking up.
Today it was the turn of the right leg to get more bloated than the left one. But both of them had seemed to have cleared out the water retention a fair bit. I’d hoped this would have helped me get the weight down, but, no. Tsk!
The left leg usually wins at this battle between them. Haha!
I went to make sure the keys were in the jacket pocket in the hallway, and guess what?
I found the Wilko Grow tomatoes in a can tin! After days of looking for this, I decided I’d lost it, but here it is on.
Perfectly natural to store a thing like this on top of the electricity box in the hall, with the fresh-air sprays. Well, maybe not eh? Haha!
I got the raffle prizes, nibbles and bits ready in the bag for the Winwood Social Hour later.
Got the yesterday’s diary completed and posted off. Made a start on this one.
I received an Email from the doctor’s surgery.
No mention of why they did not contact me last week with the results or to make an appointment for this week for me. As for their yet another late selection making this week for next week, I sent an Email back thanking them. But telling them that a 1230hrs appointment would be unsuitable for me. I went into some detail for them to ignore, explaining about my weariness that dawns very early in the day. A lat appointment means I am incapable of getting any other things done on that day. I bravely informed them that I would go to the City Hospital for the blood test. They always tell me off for doing this! But with two out of four weeks, they have not made me an appointment at all. Grumph & Grumble!
The Iceland delivery arrived while I was writing the paragraph above.
Sociable delivery driver. We had a little natter while he handed me the carrier bags through the door.
I got the bags carried through to the kitchen and laid on the floor, ready to get the things in them sorted and stored away.
Argh! Taking some things out, I caught the hook that was supporting my favouritest mug; Down it flew between the bags and hit the floor.
I considered crying, but I hadn’t got the energy. Haha!
Got the things for the future raffle prizes, nibble box off to the spare room.
Then, got the fridge and freezer things in one area, and cupboard stuff in another, and checked the invoice.
I had only received one of the two for £4 pork loin steaks.
I checked the email out. They had charged me £2.49 for the single pack, I thought I’d ordered two to get the offer price?
I found out that the other pack ordered was unavailable, clearly states ordered 2 Delivered 1 on the docket. But they have charged me £2.49 for it. I ordered this weeks fodder from Iceland because Morrison’s had been making so many ridiculous substitutions on their orders. You can’t win can yer! Rob-Dogs!
Got the diary caught up with to here, and already late, now. I set off to the Social Hour.
As I left the block of flats out onto Chestnut Way, I had a go at making a panoramic photograph. Didn’t come out as well as I’d hoped it would, but not too bad I suppose.
Went to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Area, Telling Inchcock off zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents Socialisationalistic room.
About 20 folks in attendance, including Big John. Put the raffle prize on the trolley.
Had a natter with Jenny and then Cyndy. Sat near Winchester William (who knicked my raffle tickets, Hehe! Lynne arrived, and we had a chinwag. She later handed-out thermometer/dampness monitors, that Nottingham City Homes had provided for anyone who wants one.
Handed out the nibbles, getting myself a bit of socialisationing enjoyment while doing so.
Dizzy Dennis visited suddenly. I departed early, confused a little now.
Strolled down in the sunshine and warm wind back to the flat. Got inside at 10:50hrs.
Up to my apartment without needing a wee-wee either?
Did the second set of Health Checks. All readings apart had taken a dive.
Took the shoes off and to the storage area in the spare room.
The noise of the drilling outside was horrendous. These photos I took of two gentlemen drilling-away near the window. The quality of these pictures are not good, in fact, they’re bad. This is due to the windows not being able to be cleaned, as they remain locked Rightly so, during the workers on the hoists upgrading work is done. I think!
Did the midday tablet taking and got on with updating this blog.
I opened the humidity/temperature thingy and got it on the bookshelves. Bit of a shame they did not put the once English, until we gave away our heritage and hopes by going over to the Metric system, to beg for membership of the EU as it was known then: forgetting us oldies still live by Fahrenheit and get confused you know. We have many qualities that have we seen abandoned by many around us. Like, honesty, empathy, and reliability. Hello, I’ve off again moaning. Sorry about that.
But, I remembered that I had to do some more page top funnies as I had run out of them again. So, on to CorelDrawing.
Four hours later, I’d got some done, while I listened to the unmelodious knocks, grinds, and bangs from above. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling off from the Nottingham City Homes for complaining about the noise. As the Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. You’ll have to put up with it. I don’t want to lose my home.
Now I’ve turned my limited and stunted attention (Very tired now, I could understand it, if I had done anything, Tsk!), to getting summat to eat.
Can’t say I really enjoyed this one. Rating of 5/10 given for taste value, no, make it 3.5/10 after all.
Watched the Argentina v Croatia game. It really cheered me up when the Argies lost 3-0, a right tonic that was. The so-called ‘Hand-of-God’ incident came back to my mind, making the experience even more gratifying to watch.
My glee did not last long, for the cameraman showed a close-up of drug-taking, alcoholic millionaire Maradonna in the dug-out. I could not resist saying a few comforting words of badinage and lampooning in his direction.
After the game finished, the wandering mind took over again. What the heck I didn’t fret or ponder over or about, was probably less than what I did excogitate about. Memories of most topics I considered, had gone off into the ether, the second another one presented itself. At one point I found myself begging the brain to stop. Very sad!
Eventually I managed to nod-off.
TTFN each.
I turned on the kitchen light, and nothing happened. Got the camera and took this picture and the light tube started to flicker into life, eventually lighting up the room.
Made up the nibble bags for the blood test nurses at the hospital.
The muck from the works taking place outside on the external wall, has somehow got into the kitchen? Hey-ho! 
Gathered the black bags, recycling jars, etc. and off out to the chute. Dropped the waste bags down the chute en route. To the lift, arrived at the lobby beneath at exactly 0800hrs.
Over the road and up by the Tree Copse into Woodthorpe Park.
laughing. I got an EQ conceived thought, that something nasty would happen this weekend. Fingers crossed I am wrong.
The traffic was heavy, and I made a mental note of being careful, when crossing the many roads I will need to on the way to the City Hospital.
The mind wandering as I legged it along towards the A611, were of a controlled memory of yesteryear for some reason.
I was well deep in thoughts, and not concentrating on where I was going, as I wallowed in nostalgia.
There were entrance/exit roads to cross on this stretch of the roadway.
I hobbled to the bus stop, the feet were stinging a bit now. Go a number 40 bus and was the only person on it at the time.
when I about five years old, a confrontation with the Mau-Mau, and voted Liberal once. So I can’t be accused of being fearful (Although I am).
Went to take the last medications of the day.
Went to catch up on my Facebooking next. All went well until I suddenly lost about fifty comments, there one minute, gone the next. Oh, I am confused now!
Woke up to Neuralgia Nigel’s stabbing pains giving me some stick, and they stayed this way all day, on and off. Tsk! I’ll ask to see the doctor in the morning when I go for my blood test… Oh, hang on, they have not given me an appointment again? I’ll have to go to the City Hospital for the INR Warfarin test, then make my way to the surgery to beg to see the doctor. Tsk! By the time I get to the hospital, then get two buses to the Sherrington Park Medical place, the day will be gone. Ah, never mind.
Caught my reflection in the kitchen window as I was getting the Health Checks things prepared. (A bit of a shock, but I’m alright now, thanks. Hehe!)
Brewed up and got the medications taken. No creaming, lotioning or medicating done yet, I think I’ll do them when I get the showering session.
I took the black bags to the chute on the way out.
Down and outside, I took this first photo of the front of Woodthorpe Court, showing how far they had got up with the undersealing job.
I turned and took a long shot of the Winchester Court flats.
This time of the day, during the week, I get to see many folks. The Willmott-Dixon lads and managers, people, going to or coming from walking their dogs.
Out to the bus stop and more chinwagging was enjoyed. Caroline, from the Car Home at the end of the road, was with Doris (I might have got this pleasant lady’s name wrong, sorry about that if so), and I was in the middle of listening to tales when the buses arrived. Doris and I were the only ones who got the City bound L9. I said my farewells to Doris, as I alighted a few stops further on.
Bottom Muffins (Hurrah!). Yoghourts. Beetroot salad. Pork Pie. Fruit Fool. Ice cream cones. Frikadellens. Finally some fresh tomatoes.
Winchester Street and home. Hard to find the optimum words to describe his sensation.
A little nearer and I took another shot. The Willmott-Dixon lads were still busy with upgrading, deliveries and removals.
in, through the foyer, up in the lift out and into the flat without any human contact.
The lads finished for the day. Leaving me a 
I put the high pulse down to my having been a little more active than usual before doing the checks.
laundry from washer to the dryer.
When I leant back to take the shot of the Woodthorpe Court with the lift lobby window lights on, there were no dizzies whatsoever. Good that!
Meandering back to the lobby door, and concentrating on putting the camera away, I walked into the second pole from the right. Bruised shoulder now I think. Hoddy-noddy!
Back up to the apartment, and had a long-painful wee-wee.
The timer chirped, and I made my way down once more to the laundry room, to collect the clothing.
To the lift and up to the twelfth floor.
Went to make another brew. Taking the Nigel Neuralgia and Duodenal Donald’s hassling with me, of co
CorelDraw to do some advanced page top graphics. 
The place was busy this morning. Plant machines were locating, delivery lorries queuing, chaps setting off up into the sky in the external hoists, men out directing the traffic, as the incoming trucks had blocked the outgoing cars and vans from getting along Chestnut Walk in their bid to get out.
I got off the bus early, and, with Penny’s best wishes I set off on a walk to the NHS, although I wasn’t exactly too sure which was the optimum route to take to get to it.
thought I had. Hehe!
the Health Centre. 
after the man to see if I could cut-through to the Drop-In centre.
I saw the chap in the far distance, and he too was going to the NHS building. I had to climb a bit of rough ground to get into the apparently vacant field.
Had a walk around the streets in search of some wholemeal oven-bottom-muffins. But I could not find any at all anywhere. Ah-well! 
the flats from the bus stop, and crossing the road on the hilly bend can be a bit dodgy. But, the bus gets there quicker with it taking a less circuitous route.
Dropped off on Winchester Street and got over the road without any bother.
Got the meal sorted and served up in the oven tray it was finished off roasting in. A little less to wash up. Haha!
What an emotional ride this was too!
Immediately on my expergefaction, I noted that everything in my immediate vicinity was dishevelled or messy, like it had been rummaged through, and tossed aside?
This morning’s HC results were almost exactly the same as yesterday’s were. Not bad at all I thought.
the earache seemed to be getting worse. I went to the wet room to try putting some Phorpain gel on the area.
Did the next week medicine pots up, and made a mug of tea.
Got the fodder served-up.
Cleaned up and off to the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks.
I think the slight increase in the Sys and Dia results are well within range.
when they meet Russia, they get thrashed and annihilated!. Grumph! They should have listened to De Gaulle and not let us into Europe, then they would not be blocking Brexit and generally being nasty to us! The Gits! Oh, I got a bit carried away there. Sorry!
Got the nosh prepared and served up.
An attack from Dizzy Dennis was not too bad balance-wise, but it stayed with me for ages.
0405hrs: Stirred into a semi-conscious state, then awoke to find my legs and torso precariously spreadeagled over the £300 second-hand recliner, an empty mineral water bottle, my reading spectacles, two empty Cheese Curl packets, a pen and pencil, the partly screwed up notepad and a tipped up waste-bin scattered around on the floor?
Back to the apartment, had a long wee-wee again. I dropped a black bag down the rubbish chute with the new miniature opening on the way out.
Then I poddled into the bottom field. Taking this photograph from the middle of it as I made my way painfully towards the Copse.
walking all funny. Puzzled as to why?
As I went into the path into the Copse, I turned and took another picture.
Walked over the hill and down to the bus stop, and caught a Nottingham City Transport bus into the City Centre.
caught a tram out to Radford.
As I left the store, a bit of an altercation was taking place. I moved out of the way as fast as the weight of the bags would let me.
I got in and this time, had a short wee-wee.
I went to take off my day clothes and get into the jammies, and doctor the plates of meat.
Then got the nosh sorted.
After yesterday’s welcome sharp rise in the Sys, it had slowly sunk down again in a worrying fashion. From 167 to 154, to 140 and this morning to 124?
The arm looked a bit patchy from yesterdays blood taking. No pain or itching now, though.
I tried two pieces of the chocolate I bought as a treat for myself yesterday.
0630hrs now.
An Email informs me that they have made several substitutions again.
The Morrison chap arrived. Nice bloke, carried the delivery to the kitchen for me, bless him.
The freezer and fridge are once again nice and full. The freezer is chocker-block.
I made as quick a time as I could, made the plates-of-meat sting a bit. Got to Woodthorpe Court through the lobby and had to wait for the lift.
Got a very early for me, nosh prepared. A delightfully tasting one, too.
World Cup. Russia v Saudi Arabia. This match brought back old memories of FIFA unfairness.
The Fungal Lesion had been bleeding a good bit. But, the evacuation was a lot better and less messy this morning.
Back out again.
Making my way down the Winchester Street hill, I had a Dizzy Dennis attack near the garages as I neared the bus stop shelter.
One bee looked like he was wearing a splint on his left back leg. Hehe!
Getting through the parked vans on the pavement was a bit of a struggle for me.
I got to the Sherrington Park Medical Practice, with plenty of time to spare, and my general mood had brightened a bit by then.
Out of the store and to the bus stop. As you can see in this photograph, when I arrived at the bus shelter, I was the only person there. Moments later I was joined by five other prospective Nottinghamian passengers.
I had to sit on one of the shallow pop-down side-saddle seats. This encouraged Arthur Itis to join in with Duodenal Donald and the Plates-of-meat in giving me some more hurt. Did I say this was an up and down sort of day emotionally for me? Oy vey!
I got the chips in the oven, podded the peas and got them cooking.
I thanked her and wrote down the details.
How I wish there were a CCTV to have recorded my grappling battle to free myself from the £300 second-hand recliner. Farcical would be the best word to describe the fight. Hehe! As soon as I began to manipulate my blubbery torso from the seat, Dizzy Dennis visited as I tried to stand up. This caused me to sway to the right, where I knocked over the waste bin, the empty (luckily) bottle of Clementine juice and the dinner tray from last night all over the carpet. I put my hand out to stop myself going further over, and the truncheon, my Margaret Thatcher squeaky-bust-toy, and the clock joined the other stuff on the carpet as my hand slid along the fire surround knocking them off of the ledge. But I did not go down on the floor. (I’m not sure how I prevented this, but it was nice to get something right for once, Hehe!) And the pain from Hippy Hilda and the knees didn’t last for too long. The bruise on elbow was no bother.
Fair, clear weather outside. The workers were busy at it on the New Build flats.
Further along Chestnut Walk, I spotted this brave battling little daisy on the battered, car flattened grass on the concreted edge of the verge.
I don’t think I called anywhere else, (Another blank spot, Tsk!) but found myself at the bus stop at the top of the hill in Sherwood, waiting to catch the L9 back to the flats.
I got the nosh prepared very early in the day.
The sleep just would not come. This mind of mine was too active, not productive. Just seemingly busy worrying about so many varied things.