Saturday 23rd December 2017
Irish: Dé Sathairn 23 Nollaig 2017
0005hrs: I stirred in the £300 second-hand recliner. All night, every time I moved, Hippy Hilda gave me pain and woke me up. On this occasion, I decided to get up and do the laundry duties. I recalled dreaming about my giving away cars to people?
Lifting the right Hippy Hilda leg had never been more laborious or more painful. Why do these things always kick-off when the GP surgery is closed, and the A & E are short staffed? This reminded me of last Christmas when I had the ‘Blank Spell’ and Olive called the ambulance. A right rollicking five-hour wait to be seen, a two-hour delay to see the Cardiac Specialist, told I will have to be admitted because there is no way they can release me with the Warfarin INR level being so low. An hour wait on a trolley in a corridor for a bed, then told I was being released at midnight! No buses, I had no money for a taxi, not that any were available at that time on Christmas Eve morning, followed by a three-hour walk home!
A wee-wee and rinse, then got the clothing ready for the laundry room, took the mobile phone, empty glass jars and bottle for the recycling bin and camera down with me as well.
The lift was a bit wet, a sweet smell lingered and permeated the air in there.
Got the washing in the machine.
Went out as to the recycling bin with the jars.
No rain and not too cold out there at the moment.
Up and to the wet room for another wee-wee. On the way up, the irritational-itching started around the rib cage, just under the armpits, back and front. I think I had this during the night as well, but Hippy Hilda held all my attention as she was more painful.
Took the medications and did the Health Checks. The Sys had come down at last at least.
Down to the laundry room to move the things to the dryer.
The filter had been cleaned by the previous user, that was nice. I did drop some items in the transferring process, and boy did Hippy Hilda let me know her displeasure at my having to bend down to retrieve them. Hehe!
I limped back to the flat, had a wee-wee, scratched my back on the corner of the door, it hurt, but I had no other choice but to do this. The front of the torso was far more comfortable to scratch at.
I made a start on this diary, completely forgetting to finish off yesterday’s first. Tsk!
I was trying to do some more satisfying clawing and scraping of the rib cage and knocked the notepad off of the desk. Actually, the 1964 E-Plan cabinet. Noticed the scrawl I’d done about the bat that had been found and had stopped the work on the building. At this, I looked up the Soprano Pipistrelle Bat and got a photo of one from the web.
Native Rare: The Soprano Pipistrelle is a priority species in the UK Biodiversity Action Plan. I assume they are like toads, a protected species.
I wish they would declare me a protected species. Haha!
Getting up out of the chair to go down to collect the laundry was horrendous. I was going to take the walking stick down with me but realised I’d most likely get myself all tangled up with it getting the stuff out and sorted. And there would be a strong chance of my forgetting to bring it back with me.
Hobbled down and retrieved the clothes from the dryer. Cleaned the filter and casings. Then folded the togs and got them in the bag. I managed to drop a pair of socks, and what a farce trying to get down to pick them up. Humph!
Back to the apartment and got the things in the airing cupboard.
To the Porcelain Throne. A longish session, that resulted in a proper clean-up after struggling to get up off of the WC! At least Haemorrhoid Harold was not bleeding.
Back to doing this post up to here. Realised I’d not completed the Friday post yet, so I did so.
Facebooked and then went to the WordPress Reader.
Mug of tea and started the ablutions. Lifting the right leg to get into the jammies without too much pain from the Hippy Hilda area was a significant problem. I now find that swelling of the already bloated tummy on my right side had grown and firmed up. Haemorrhoid Harold started bleeding again. Then Dizzy Dennis began with short visits. I tried to get a look at my back where the irresistible itching around the torso is located, to take a photo of it. But could not get into a decent enough position to get a clear photo for me to analyse the problem.
I hoped that a repeat of last year with the problems with the ‘Blank-Spots’ and hospitalisation that ruined the holiday, doesn’t start again.
I realised that I had not seen or spoken to anyone for over36 hours – thank heavens for the internet. Depression appeared from nowhere, and for an hour or so, I was living with a different person. Dark thoughts that slowly dissipated into the ether from which they came. To be replaced with guilt and shame, embarrassment and even more pain from Hilda’s location as I attempted to clean my lower regions and extremities. I had to use the extended scrubbing brush for them.
A conundrum as to why, but I perked-up as I got the nosh prepared, and I liked this alto-ego. (Is that the right word? I’ll have to look it up later).
I reheated three of the ‘Rustic Cobs’ in the oven for ten minutes. Buttered them well with just a touch of garlic salt and parsley. Sliced some tomatoes and dribbled them with Balsamic sauce, Stilton Cheese sliced an apple, potato chips, the tasty Mushroom pate and the Aldi BBQ chicken wings.
A mistake in getting them. I expected nothing like the tongue-burning blast of burning-hot flavour that threatened what few teeth I have left, and tonsils, with my first, and only bite of them! Straight in the bin!
The rest of the meal contents were much enjoyed. Even with the noises starting from ‘Herbert’ in the flat above. My sense of humour returned as I thought; “I hope he’s constructing a spaceship so he can get home to his planet ‘Noisygit’? Hehe!
Stubbed my toe on the way into the kitchen to put the meal things in the sink to soak.
Took the medications and did the Health Checks. Then Made up next weeks dosage pots.
The evening sky was multi-coloured.
Settled to watch a DVD, but failed to get through it due to falling asleep so often, waking up and rewinding, then nodding off again… Gave up and tried to sleep and couldn’t nod-off!
Tsk!
I poddled into the kitchen to make a brew, another brew! And, as I have often wanted to take a decent photograph of the local birds, and I noticed a wood pigeon (I think it was anyway), land on some bushes down below. Although it was well-misty out there, I adopted perseverance and endurance to try and get one. I could not get close up without losing clarity. So, as I hung out of the window, camera-strap around the wrist, I waited and waited for the bird to fly off so I might get a shot of it in flight.
Of course, the moment I instinctively moved my head away and up towards the animals flat above – off went the bird, and all I got was bare empty bushes in the picture. Tsk!
and did the Health Checks, then hobbled up and down the hall again.
prescriptions if they are ready. It’ll be a good exercise for Arthur Itis and Hippy Hilda anyway.
Got the warm clothing on and set off, after checking I had not forgotten anything.
Winchester Street hill.
Through the side streets and onto Mansfield Road, I had to manoeuvre my way through the dustbins and pavement parked cars. I know I’d be nequient in coming up with a solution. Other than maybe banning all but emergency and vehicular service movement, and shooting any pavement cyclists! No, no, perhaps not! Haha!
finished her cover-up of the Grenfell fire and the Brexit negotiations? That’ll be too late for me of course, I’ll be long gone by that time. Hehehe!
A youthful Nottingham Pavement Cyclist belted passed me very close and then proceeded to weave at speed through some other pedestrians. Naughty Boy!
I got the nosh prepared. Did no cooking at all tonight.
Not such good readings this morning I thought, compared to yesterday morning Sys and Dia were creeping up a tad. But, I’ve had worse I guess. And other than Donald and Hilda, things seemed fine, so no complaints.
Worra Day! I dropped the deep dish while drying it; What a mess, bits of crockery all over the place and a bruised toe to-boot! I believe I might have said something like “Oh, what a shame!”, Hehehe! Cleaned it up, put away the medical equipment, made another mug of tea, and got on the computer.
The view outside of the sky was particularly appealing.
Got the charity food bag ready, blooming heavy it was too.
that he’ll not remember)
I went along Milton Street and over the road into Clumber Street.
An event took place here that is worthy of a little Anecdotum, I think.
In the centre of the attractions, I stood and tool one from the left, one in front and one to the right. Not many folks about yet?
I walked to the far end and out of the melee, planning to go to the Pound World shop to see if they had any Payne’s Misshaped Chocolate Brazils in stock, that was the idea anyway.
I was glad when we arrived at Chestnut Walk a few minutes later, I can tell yer. Hehe! Worra Day!
Onwards, I painfully limped inside and up to the apartment.
Got the new bowl come dish washed ready for use later. It cost 100% more than the last one!
Took a photo of outside from a different angle while I was checking on the crock-pot potatoes.
Took another photo of the evening sky and then got the bread in the oven.
T’was an absolutely alimental, Ambrosia-like meal. Cobs out of the warm oven, sliced tomatoes and bacon baguette and two small cobs, small boiled in balsamic vinegar water potatoes, Cox’s apple, lemon curd yoghourt and a large mug of clementine juice.
Got up for a wee-wee and took yet another picture from the kitchen window
pdate the Health log with last weeks results. Which came out only a little different tot he previous weeks, although the Sys and Dia a few points up.
0322hrs: Remembered I had the laundry to do. Assembled it and down and got it started.
Half an hour later, returned to the laundry room to move the clothing from washer to dryer.
ic.
the big bag.
Despite there being a bit of frost on some of the car windscreens.
Got the ablutions tended to. Nice deep slow shower, not cuts while shaving, no bleeding from anywhere like rear-end or teggies’
had been cleaned off the wall?
Very dicey manoeuvring over the ice as I descended the incline.
The standing water was still frozen near to the builders compound top gate.
The tea went cold, so I went to make another mug.
When they got into the flat, I soon learnt, I should eat pasta, not bacon with the tomatoes in the pan, the kitchen was too full, the colour in the hall was the wrong one, my spectacles that Pete used were not the right ones for him. My nose was running again, and the jumper I had on was the wrong colour for me. I’m only joking! Hehe!
Pasta Tomato sauce with mushrooms and bacon nosh. Enjoyed this. Put the dishes in the bowl to soak.
Going into the front room, I noticed that the parcel of the winter boots delivered yesterday had fallen onto the floor.
I opened the parcel to take a look at the boots. 
Made a start on this post. During which I consulted my scribbled scrawl on the dedicated notepad. I bet you all wondered how this old fart remembered what to write? So, my secrets out now. Haha!
Ablutions all done. I decided to have long hobble into Arnold to Asda get some curried baked beans (5), Stilton Mini-Cheese biscuits (3) (They had none in again), Piccolo tomatoes.
As an after-thought, I washed out the Bates Motel hand towel and hung it up in the shower room to dry a bit.
Set off again. Down the shuddering noisy elevator, out over the road and up the gravel hill to the top, and stopped to take a photograph of the sparse, leafless trees in the copse, getting the flats in the picture looking back at them.
Said my farewells to the lady and dog, and got some (For me), some severe forced hobbling in to make the time up.
ice near the lights.
missed this one, it would mean a two-hour wait for the next and last one.
Then the girl (About 40 actually) from the Briarwood 24 hour care home on Chestnut Walk up from the flats, arrived. Just as the L9 bus came. Good timing gal! We had a chinwag or two all the way back to the apartments. She told me last week that it was her birthday early January and I got her a box of chocolates. I told her this, and when we got back to Sherwood, she waited while I nipped up to the flat and returned with them for her.
Then I heard the letterbox snap. Or at least I thought I did. Went to the door and nowt was sticking in the box or laying on the floor?
Turned off the computer and got the nosh served up.
A rinse and wipe around, and to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.
Dropped off on Lower Parliament Street and over and up Glasshouse Street. With its abandoned shops, empty offices and the Victoria Shopping (Mall) Centre, and the flats above and car park below.
Hippy Hilda were telling me not to, so I didn’t. I went into Tesco. Where I purchased a small Polish Pork Knuckle, potato chips, a massive chunk of Stilton cheese, lemon curd yoghourts and some bacon. Out of the centre onto Milton Street, passing the closed down eateries on my left and right.
Sad!
Across the road, was New York’s American & Italiano, Frankie & Benny’s eatery. Where the sign outside informed the Nottinghamians that they could get a breakfast: Eggs on Toast, for the bargain price of only £5.95 – Three eggs cooked just how you like them! Choose from poached, scrambled or fried. Served with button mushrooms, tomato and brown toast 
with butter.
While waiting for the late arrival of the bus, I took this semi-moody photographicalisation of the Little John Dome on the Council House.
cks and took the medications. Kept putting the timer on for 30 minutes and checking the slow-cooker as I settled to watch some TV.
The rain stopped, and the wind got up somewhat.
The nosh was stone-cold by the time I got it on the tray. But I had little interest in it by then. Yes, I was not in a bon viveur mode. Haha!
I was definitely feeling a lot better.
As I closed the window, the rain started again.
I’d got some extra Scottish Plain Bread to freeze and keep over the holiday period.
Served the nosh-up and ate it all, every scrap and morsel.
full of memories about the dream I’d been having. I searched for the pencil and pad to record them.
Then, when I went to get the morning medications out, 
I’d missed yesterdays morning dosages. I checked the evening ones, and I’d not taken them either!
The cramps in the fingers were playing-up, and I dropped the tablets as I took the morning’s out to take. Unsure of what would be best to do with the evening ones though. So I decided just one Warfarin blood thinner and one Trental 
Cooked pork knuckle in jelly. I wish I could remember where I got this from, cause it was absolutely delicious. Sliced mini-tomatoes with balsamic vinegarette, and ready prepared Potato Gratin with masses of extra-mature cheese added. An apple and two slices of Irish Batch bread dabbled with Vegemite.
Washed the pots and did the Helth Checks and took the medications.
Oh, dearie me.
I added an ADRC capsule to the morning medication pots, so I didn’t forget to take it.
0145hrs: Awoke, with a deep-feeling that my recent years of scaevity, were about to get worse. Maybe, I had been dreaming and couldn’t remember what about, but something had planted this new fear in my brain, and it was not going anywhere.
Down again in the elevator. Got the clothes out of the dryer and folded them ready to put them in the laundry bag.
more Nottingham Artwork, on the window ledge?
I got the Tuesday chronicle finished and posted off, then made a start on this one. Not for long though, back to the Porcelain Throne. Painfull and messy, but far less blood this time.
end of the radiators, to be left on and lit all the time – until we need to shut down the heaters for summer. One input, one output. A computerised settings box fits on the top as well. Button for turning to make choices, and pressing to select. Three Mode Buttons. A Boost Option that they recommend we don’t use. Oh, dear, I got baffled to start with.
I thanked him and made my way out to the bus stop to go up to the Aldi-store.
Got the nosh going. Canned tomatoes with extra from a jar of tomato and mushroom sauce, oven baked bread roll and the Polish Sausage, cut in three to get it in the pan. (Hehe!) The bread roll was delicious.
The sun seemed reluctant to leave us tonight.