Friday 23rd February 2018
Philipino: Biyernes Pebrero 23, 2018
0100hrs: I woke, as I must have done twenty-times since nodding off, and sat musing. Well, fretting and pondering as well. Deep dark thoughts were trundling through the grey-cell area. I decided I do not suffer from thanatophobia, but now I do from
oneirophobia, following last nights harrowing selection of fears and worries contained within the many dreams and nightmares that I’d had.
A touch of basic logicality dawned, and I decided to get the second laundry session of the week done. Automotonlike, I arose from the £300 second-hand recliner, noticing the food tray on the next chair, and multiple signs of nocturnal nibbling.
Like it was someone else doing it, I plodded on slowly and unhesitatingly assembled the bag of clothing and made my way down to the laundry room. Vacant of any thoughts other than the need to get the washing done? I got the washer going, and as I was in the lift returning to the apartment, the head was flooded with all the usual worries, fears, concerns and lack of confidence. The brain was back to normal, then. Never have I had anything like this happen before.
Had a wee-wee, and I set about doing the Health Checks and taking the medications.
I was a little surprised that the pulse reading was so low. I thought with the nightmares and my just having gone down and up from the laundry room, it might have been higher if anything? Hey-ho!
To the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session and medicalising of specific areas.
It was a lousy session all round. Messy, Trotsky affected evacuation. The fungal lesion had been bleeding drying and bleeding again, so I had lots of cleaning up to do, and a pain-producing medication session too! My EQ sensed this was going to be another unpleasant, awkward, confusing, tricky, worrisome day. I pray it is wrong for once.
Time to go and move the gear from washer to dryer. Nasty Dizzy spell as I stood up from the computer chair. I ended up face down half on and half off of the recliner. Knocked over the things from the Ottoman and sent the food tray flying off onto the floor. My response was one of passive acceptance of the situation. Got up, with Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis both annoyed with my actions now. I cleaned up the mess, not using the hoover though, too early, the noise would disturb my neighbours. Found I’d managed to give myself a bruise on the forehead somehow, also.
Down and got the clothing from the machine to the dryer.
Returned to the apartment and had a wee-wee. Got the kettle on and had another wee-wee while it was boiling.
Dizzy Dennis is lingering a bit.
Had a glance at the information sign when I got into the lift. Still showing Sunny?
Started the computer and it made me sign into the vault and Link-to first? Very slow in handling pictures in WordPress and impossibly slow in Gmail! Grr! Never mind though.
Finished off yesterday’s diary and posted it.
Down to the laundry room.
Collected the dried clothing, cleaned the filter, and folded up the things into the bag.
I noticed there were no beetles in the elevator this morning. Then realised they were in the other one, yesterday.
Back in the flat. Made a brew and took this photograph. It looked almost dry out there.
Onto the computer again.
Finding it challenging to concentrate at the moment. Managed to reply to comments on WordPress.
Did the WordPress Reader viewing on Chrome, then back to FireFox try and do Facebooking.
Watched some YouTube clips.
Sorted the bin bags, and did the ablutions. Another mess of an evacuation, but far less bleeding from Harold and Little Inchy.
All ready and set off to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Shed.
Three of the regular clan in there when I arrived. Welsh Bill, Brenda and Roy. Cindy and three others joined us later. Wardens Julie and Deans left their office and bade us all farewell. We had a natter and laugh, during which I found out from the others, that the coat I was wearing was too tight, my hearing aids were screeching and warned of the rise in the cost of electricity now the heaters were installed. Hehe! I was pleased to see that Welsh Bill was looking a lot better than the previous day. Far less pale, and his sarcasm and wit were returning. William, poor chap has got Morphine poisoning. It’s going to take a long time for things to clear-up for him. The doctors told Bill he’s going to feel so tired, for ages yet.
On the bright side, Brenda and Cindy were in good form, and much laughter produced and appreciated by us.
Out to catch the bus, I chatted with Bill en route, and he was more willing to natter just now. I like him, even if he does insult me everytime he sees me. Haha! All was in good fun… I think.
We got off on Upper Parliament Street, and Bill shot off. I made my way, into the Victoria Shopping Centre. The owners of this place are Intu, who have just spent millions on upgrading it.
As you can see in this photograph, it ain’t exactly busy, is it?
They are currently rebuilding their other centre, Broad Marsh in the south of the city. This vision below of the outside part of it does not impress me at all. The City Council says: The £250 million programme of works is underway to transform the area into a grand entrance into the south of the city centre with improved shopping, leisure and restaurant facilities in a vibrant new environment. Political-Speak!
Artists impression
The number of people around this Victoria mall, did not give any signs of hopes for the new one to make it pay?
I poddled along to the Tesco at the far end of the building, fingers crossed that they will have some the Pork Knuckles in stock. The plates-of-meat were stinging somewhat, but Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger etc. were being good to me. Even Dizzy Dennis had ceased his visiting.
Hobbled around the Tesco store amidst the out-of-date produce rotting in the trays. Straight to the continental meats fridge, and got three of the Pork Knuckles. Nice! Off to the bread section, where after a sort through the crustless wholemeal 400g loaves, I found one not out of date and put in the basket. Got a lemon slice cake and to the checkout.
Out through Boot’s and on to Upper Parliament Street.
Still very few folks around.
Over the road and into the Poundland World, to see if they had any Pork Pies in stock. Shame, they didn’t have any.
I bought some nibbles, paid and off to the bus stop.
Brenda and old Oscar was there, but neither wanted to chat with me, so I went along with their wishes.
The bus arrived, and we mounted.
As we travelled back, I put the camera against the window, in case I spotted something worth photographicalising.
Then I fell asleep! Astonishingly, later when I downloaded the SD card, I found these two on it?
Not the slightest idea why, when or how I took these? The poor old devil!
Walked with Brenda from the bus stop to the flats and had a laugh en route. We were both in agreement that we were shattered and ready for a cuppa and nod-off! Hehehe!
Got in the flat and had a wee-wee.
Put the food and nibbles away. I noy=ticed on the Tesco till, receipt, the girl had done the same as last time I bought three Pork Knuckles and put them, all through at the same price as the first one of them; when they were individually priced to suit the weight.
A quick working out to see if I’d been overcharged or not. Ah, 24p undercharged!
I got straight on with making the daily meal. Well, in between visits for a wee-wee. I had so many of these tonight, I shan’t bother mentioning them again; it’ll take up too much memory space! Hahaha!
The potato-curls were very good indeed, the BBQ sticks okay, the tomatoes excellent. The Tesco crustless wholemeal bread was like I imagine that eating cardboard would be, tasteless. Good job I put some butter on them. The Asda lemon tart was all sugar and no fruit taste. The lemon mousse went down very well.
Despite my plans for getting some TFZer graphicalisationing done, I fell asleep in the £300 second-hand recliner within minutes of finishing off the food. I woke up hours later, with once again, signs of extra nocturnal nibbling having been committed. The brain informed me that I had to get the tray and dishes washed… fell asleep again!
Fought back the acidulous thoughts about life, and got the washing bag and accoutrements collated and down to the Laundry Room.
All looked fine on the results from the sphygmomanometer. 
Got the dryer going, then I cleaned the drum and door of the washer.
Time to go and retrieve the hopefully dried washing.
I had a closer look at the notice about the water being turned off in March for Monday and Tuesday 12th and 13th.
To the laundry room and emptied the dryer of clothing and folded them up and cleaned the filter and drum
Computer problems started. Sticking, jumpy. Not allowing me to post photos on Facebook or email now. Did a disc cleanup and now I’ve lost all my passwords! Not the foggiest idea how to solve the issues, and expect to lose computer and or internet anytime. I’m fed-up and sorry for myself in the extreme now! I need help, but who from?
Tried YouTube to see if that is working. I had to sign in again, but luckily remembered the password fo
As I left the foyer, I got this photo of one of the lifts in use. It looked like it was picking up some ready-built wall panels or whatever. The day was not too cold or windy and no rain about. But the forecast on the radio when I was shaving, informed me that it was going to go down to -4°c – 24.8°f, and that did nothing to cheer me up.
I crossed over the road and espied a little ganglet of inestimable residents just beyond the Obergruppenfurheress’s temporary shed, at the bus stop further along.
Nosh: Cheesy mashed potatoes, tomatoes, BBQ nibbles and pork sausages
Getting out of the recliner, I trod on a cheese curl, from the nocturnal nibbling, making a jolly right mess to clean up.
To the main room, and cleared up the crushed cheesy curl mess.
I made a grand tasting drink of Extra Strong English Breakfast tea, in the new second-hand mug.
Got in the lift and was greeted with dried mud on the floor. I hadn’t noticed that yesterday.
I departed and set off on my hobble into Sherwood, then Carrington to the surgery for my blood test and Harold Haemorrhoid examination.
Another gloomy day looked to be in the offing as I got part way down the Winchester Street Hill.
A little further down the hill, I saw the gates that I think come out at the end of the secret pathway from opposite the apartments. 
Got onto Mansfield Road and turned left up to the incline.
Where amazingly, I remembered to look for the flowers in a garden that I promised Orbb, a friend on the internet, I’d take a photo of them if they were out.
Feeling elegiac, and dejectedly melancholy, I left the nibbles on the desk for the receptionists and departed.
Off the bus and morosely over the crossing and limped up over the hill and down to the Woodthorpe Grange Park gates.
The Copse cheered me a little, as I noticed some greenery coming through.
But I did enjoy the Asda ready made Minced Beef Hotpot. 
But, the taste was delicious. I’ll have to eat more healthy noshes in between having these I suppose? Tsk!
It was somewhat muddy on the grass path. So, recalling Saturday’s nasty slipping-on-the mud on the hill path Whoopsiedangleplop and ending up on my bum; that Harold’s Haemorrhoids are still giving pain from, I walked on the roadway instead.
I dropped off on Queen Street and went straight down to the Slab Square. 
Works were taking place in front of the Council House.
This ride in the centre of the slab, looked like it was ready to be open to the public.
Plodded on through the Slab Square en route.
poor dog with his leg up. He stayed in this position for around three minutes or two. I thought I’d be too late to capture his image by the time I got the camera out, but no, I had plenty of time.
At the apex of Queen and King Street, I observed this super-fit pretend policeman… No, I mean Community Police officer, helping a driver with his nowhere to park problem.
I made it to the bus stop, with eight minutes to spare.
Nosh served up.
In the kitchen, made a brew, and got the sphygmomanometer, thermometer, hypodermic, creams, lotions, medications, drops etc. out and did the Health Checks.
Foolishly, I opened the window to take this photographicalisation facing towards the City Centre, hiding over the hills to my left.
While tacking the filing of the paperwork, I realised that the Foot Lady Sue would be calling at 0930hrs to cut the now painfully long toenails. These are the feet, with the scars of endless old and new toe-stubbing escapades! Hehe!
Got down onto Chestnut Walk and realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Too late to go 
Dropped off at the bottom of Winchester Hill (Only two stops). Hobbled up Mansfield Road on the opposite side today; A change is as good as rest? Haha!
Over the hill and down into Carrington. And this Herbert of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as his rode towards me, and I had to move, there was no way he was going to! The git! I wondered as I turned to take this photo. I pondered on if he even noticed me! 
I was totally amazed at the skills of the two carers, teachers or whoever they were, with this group of young ankle-snappers, as they plodded along so organised.
But not for long. Reaching the downward part of the road, the Pavement Cyclists mounted up again. Humph!
I observed that the hoist on the block of flats was on my floor, outside the bedroom window. I noticed that some apartments were in the process of having the balconies done, to differing degrees.
Anticepticated things, and got the purchases sorted and put away.
Opened the sack of medications next and got them stored rotationally in the appropriate drawers.
Cleaning up the preparation mess from the meal cooking, I observed some smoke on the far horizon outside.
I put some Oriental Fish sauce on the cobs. Very tasty!
Back to collect it from the bench. And saw another load smoke in a back garden of one of the houses on Cavendish Vale.
At least this photographicalisation taken to the left came out okay and without any smoke in it.
0155hrs: Woke in need of attention to the Porcelain Throne duties.
But things went from bad to worse. Blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and dried-blood Little Inchies Lesion between them ensured that after the Trotskies affected session, that I had a right mess to clean up! The floor, the cabinet, the bowl, the lid, the splashes and splatterings, and me! Not a good start to the day. I felt uncomfortable and embarrassed. Not to mention that all the bending to wash and scrub things ended with my clouting my elbow against the sink, and starting Hippy Hilda off as well!
Into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
Made apathetic and somewhat limp and half-hearted attempt at dividing the paperwork that will need sorting out, eventually.
I took a last picture from the kitchen window.
On the bus, and I dropped off at the bottom of Winchester street. The Newcastle lady, sorry I’m so sad with names, got off at the same time and we chinwagged as we went up Mansfield Road until she went into a shop. Lovely lady.
Got in and a receptionist told me to take a seat. (As if I’d nick anything? Hahaha!).
Hobbled back the way I arrived up Mansfield Road and down into Sherwood.
I poddled slowly along up the Sherwood end on Mansfield Road and popped into the Co-op to get some cheesy curls. But they didn’t have any. But I met a tenant from the Winchester Flats in there, and we had a good laugh or two between us.
Now, the next part of this tale might be hard for you to believe (Which is understandable cause it is a complete lie an told only for a bit of fun, Hehe!) I came out of the Co-op without buying anything. (This bit is, right) And as I was passing the cream cake shop… well this lady ran out and begged me to buy some of her cakes. She feared there might be some left over and was worried in case her boss found out! Well, I felt so sorry for her, I bought two so she wouldn’t have to worry. Ahem!
Where another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist annoying pedestrians was spotted and photographed.
I got in and put the purchases away. The cream cakes in the fridge, potato in the veg tray and the cans of stew in the cupboard.
Nosh served up. Despite this looking and tasting rather good, I could not eat anywhere near all of it. That horrible not feeling poorly but not being in control of things came over me. I didn’t eat the fresh cream cakes, just had a bite of each one?
Woken again by the Strobe-Pillow Fire Alarm activation. This time I didn’t even bother with doing any checks, as I saw that the notification had not gone through to the alarm centre, cause they would have called if it had. (I think?)
Into the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks.
Back to the Kitchen to take the medications. I got the Beta-B
Dropped off in a Wet but warm Nottingham and hobbled to the Poundland Shop on Upper Parliament Street. Where they had no pies in stock.
Then down the moving staircase and out facing Clumber Street.
Again it caught me, the fact that so few people were out and about.
IT must have been pelting down with rain while I was in the shop. Cause all the pavements were wet. I worked that out on my own yer know, oh yes!
It came over all dark, and the rain hammered it down for only about two minutes, then it brightened up again.
As the bus passed the end of Clumber Street, I tried to take this photo as the rain began again and we passed by.
A letter arrived via Nottingham City Homes.
The meal was enjoyed muchly. The balsamic vinegar in the sausages made them taste tangy.
Back up to the apartment.
Time to go down and move the washing from one machine to the dryer.
I spotted a poster from Jenny on the notice board. No Social Hour this week, then. I hope this is not through Jenny being poorly.
Had to on to Chrome again for it to allow me to go to the WordPress reader. Tsk!
Sorted the black bags and took them to the rubbish chute.
Lorries were coming and going, unloading, men going back and forth as they took heaters and equipment to the other block, Winchester Court.
More gossiping at the bus stop.
They looked very keen as they stood around with hands in their pockets, in a little huddle, having a chinwag. Most likely unaware of anything going on around them. Like the street beggar on the corner, or the pavement cyclist who passed them by.
At the Bulwell station, I allowed the mob to alight first and clear the platform before I moved. I thought this advisable so as not to get knocked over, hit or trodden-on in the stampede of the Bulwellhamian passengers exiting and competing with each other to be the first one to do so.
The tram departed, and I made my way alone, across the line into the car park and up into Main Street.
Farmfoods lastly, where much money was parted with in return for:
Got the meal served up. It was so lovely to have found some potato fritters on sale again. Tomatoes, sugar-snap peas, the last potato and the last of the sliced apples. I’ll have to nip out in the morning and get some replacements in.
Fell asleep and it was dark when I woke up.
Oh dearie me; Rather a lot of bleeding had soaked the PPs front and back. And to make the discomfort worse, Trotsky Terence was back, and Dizzy Dennis paid a visit after the movement was achieved. After so many days virtually free of so many of these ailments, I think I knew they had to return. I just wasn’t prepared for so many simultaneously. Humph! I had a stand-up wash and changed into a new pair of PPs. During which I managed to avoid any toe-stubbing or to topple over. So, all hope for the day was not lost. Hehehe!
Got the medication pots done up for next week.
Looked at the scribble-pad before starting to do any of the diaries. The third item on this list was unreadable I’m afraid.
Made another brew, and took this picture zoomed-in from the main room.
I got the nosh done early. Lovely sausages, horrible potatoes, great tomatoes, apple slices and raw onions, terrible, bland bread and wonderful lemon curd yoghourt. The Australian BBQ sauce was excellent.
Put the TV on, and I was off, into the land of nod again!
I flung back the throw on the £300 second-hand recliner and observed two things immediately. The first being that after telling the nurse on Wednesday that the bruises, spots and blemishes had stopped appearing on the legs and arms, they were back again. Tsk and Humph!
The temperature on the window ledge thermometer indicated 1°c inside. It looked a great deal less outside. But I resisted opening the window to take the morning photographicalisation. Too cold! Hehe!
Adorned new PPs, washed and back to the kitchen to make a brew of tea. Took the medications.
I put the kettle on and sorted the waste bin bags out. Took three of them to the refuse chute, and returned to make a mug of Assam tea.
The skies threatened heavy rain, but it didn’t arrive. Just a few spots here and there.
Turning the rashes over, I found out how hot the water was. Huh!
Everything tasted great, I thought I might have overdone the seasoning in the tomatoes, but it was alright
Washing the pots and I thought I heard screaming from outside, which confused me cause twelve-floors up, there is no way I should have been able to hear it?