Tuesday 5th December 2017
Scottish Gaelic: Dimàirt 5mh Dùbhlachd 2017
0535hrs: By Jiminy, I must have needed that sleep; over eight hours without any interruption. Eight-Hours in the land of Nod? Me? Not been known, for donkey’ years!
No signs of any nocturnal-nibbling, no scribble on the notepad and Duodenal Donald’s hassle, was absent!
But, a new silent gurgling was coming from the innards. And the tummy and top of the legs were itching proliferously. I feared an imbroglio of a medical nature might be imminent. (I was right, Tsk!)
Had to visit the Porcelain Throne with some urgency. Made it in time, but only just. Squirting jet-propelled like liquids, all yellow in colour? It is somewhat ambiguous as to whether or not this is a good sign or bad. The mind was enhaloed with confusion, as I cleaned up and medicated Haemorrhoid Harold’s area.
The computer was started, and I sent an email to the surgery, asking for appointments to see the doctor and the blood tests. To add to the already befuddled grey-cells, I got a message telling me that
it failed to go through.
So, I tried again with a Letter and long number from an earlier message from them. It seems to have gone through this time. Well, I hope it has anyway.
The itching has now moved to the back as well?
Off to the Porcelain Throne again. Same results, only liquid evacuated, but at least there was no bleeding at all.
The intercom phone chirped into life, and of course, then I remembered the Morrison Order was due. Tsk! (This getting up late had confused me more than I thought, Huh!) The deliveryman took the bags through to the kitchen for me, and I thanked him. Handed him last weeks carrier bags, he pointed out that the Wagon Wheels were unavailable, and off he went.
I revisited the Throne! No solids again, but far less liquid this time and much more wind? Not that this hel
ped the stomach ache or itching.
At last, I got around to doing the Health Checks and getting the medications taken. I nearly made a righWhoopsiedangleplop and gave myself an injection of the Enoxaparin, when it is not needed at the moment. What a Plonka!
The results were not good this morning, though. All a bit high, I thought. An asterisk appeared on the read-out next to the pulse?
The workmen have been coming up and down in their external hoist all the time, and drilling and knocking on various balcony bases. But the noise did not bother me today.
I got the medications for the diahorrea and Sennas in the drawer. Along with those, I 
bought yesterday from the Poundland Shop because I’d forgotten I’d ordered these from Morrisons. Sad, I know!
I found the Wagon Wheel was in the bags.
The jars of tomato and mushroom sauce, I bought to be able to add some liquid to the tinned tomatoes and be able to keep the pot in the fridge in between.
A load of the Polish Sourdough, a treat I get for Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana and Obergefreiteress Warden Julie, had arrived alright.
I’d ordered a pack of two Morliny Masurian cooked sausages, that had been on offer at £1.10 off of the regular price. I’d assumed they were 200g packs like the others. When it came to finding room for them in the fridge, I found they were ginormous and 750g. Hehe!
The Squib Fish Sauce was a more substantial bottle than I expected as well, for £1.20, it was 725ml, a bargain. Made in Thailand. The contents were shown as; Anchovy (Stolphorus spp) Extract Fish 77%, Salt 20%, Sugar 3%.
I looked up the Stolphorus spp and got this description back from Google: Actinopterygii (ray-finned fishes) > Clupeiformes (Herrings) > Engraulidae (Anchovies) > Engraulinae. I’m not much wiser now. Haha!
Off to the Porcelain Throne once again. Same results, but with more wind. And why had I got this itching on the legs, belly and back, that has now started to affect the face cheeks?
I poddled into the kitchen to make another mug of tea before starting on the Inchcock Todays. Looked out of the window, and saw a car come by. I don’t know why, but I took several shots of it as it parked up, and used them to make this funny:
Not even a bit humorous, no idea why I did this whatsoever?
Off to the Throne yet again. Little liquid, no solids and much wind evacuated.
Back to the mug of cold tea and made another, taking another Dia-Limit capsule.
Did the midday Health Checks a little early and took the medications.
Got a reply from the Surgery.
Put the details on the Google Calendar and the written diary.
The banging and clanging continue, but this is only to be expected.
I must remember in the morning, the Heater Instruction course at 1000hrs in the Obergruppenfhureress shed.
Got the Monday post finished at last. Then made a start on this one. The thirst and itching continue, too.
Made yet another mug of tea.
Then went on WordPress Reader.
Some great stuff on there. This ode and photographicalisationing of the nocturnal Cranes really caught my naturist’s eye.
Nocturnal Cranes – Photos and Ode
Excellent work Mr Price.
This flipping itching is driving me bonkers!
On Facebook to catch up. Sandie posted an old car on TFZ expressing her desire to drive one like it. I made a graphic up and posted it.
Off to get the late ablutions done now. Back in a bitski!
Had a good 
shower shave and medicalisationing session. Sorted the bin bags and took them to the rubbish chute.
As I went into the kitchen, I heard the sound of sirens. But no alarms were going off anywhere in the building? Had a look out of the window to see the Frie Service in attendance again?
I popped into the Wardens hut on the way and found a meeting taking place. Gave Julie and Deana their nibbles and Polish bread.
I left and off on a limp down into Sherwood, getting some odd looks from the residents at the meeting.
Going down Winchester Street Hill, I soon came across the first Nottingham Street art of the day, in the gutter.
The maggots seemed nice and plump.
Onward down the now almost deserted Winchester Street.
On to Mansfield Road to have a little wander and get a little exercise in.
As I walked up the hill, a row of three shops in a row had now been closed down.
The first one only opened a couple of months ago.
All was gloom, though.
At the to
p of the hill, the closed down Swinton Insurance office come shop, has been replaced with a Card Factory outlet.
I assume that this is only a temporary arrangement. To cover the Christmas and New Year rush for cards period?
A nosey inside showed me two staff and many customers milling around.
This looked like it would be a haven, Sherwoods Shoplifters Paradise, I reckon.
I foolishly wandered into the Co-op Store. Came out with grated cheese, Jam Doughnuts for the tenant’s nibbles, smoked streaky bacon, tomato & mushroom sauce and the only thing I went in for, 99 Tea Bags. Tsk!
The itching was still annoying me, and Hippy Hilda, bothersome.
Further up the hill and into the Wilko Store, came out having spent £12, on cleaning stuff and a few screw-lidded storage pots.
To the bus stop and caught an L9 
back up the hill to the apartments.
I called in the meeting, Jenny sorted me a chair bless her.
The new hearing aids were much better now, although with background noise I still missed much of what was going on. Then, Trotsky Terence and the stomach rumbling started, and I had to make my way out and to the Porcelain Throne. I think I managed to apologise, explain to Jenny before I departed in rather an embarrassing hurry.
Unfortunately, I did not make it to the Throne in time. Seconds too late. Needed a lot of cleaning up afterwards, Huh! And a bit of blood, wet and clumps were not making me 
feel too confident. More solids though, this session.
Had a shower, ’cause I felt awful. And the Safety Pants were adorned, better late than never. Much washing to do in the morning!
Put the shopping away, and got on with sorting the meal of the day. Surprisingly, I felt hungry for once.
Potato Waffle sticks, tomatoes with balsamic vinaigrette, Pork and mushroom pate, apple, Marmite crisps, two slices of buttered Scottish Plain and a whipped lemon yoghourt. Despite my feeling a little low about the Porcelain Throne Accifauxpa, I ate the lot of it!
Took the medications and did the last Health Checks.
Settled in the recliner to watch some DVD ‘Boon’ episodes. Fell asleep, woke up three hours later. Turned on the TV to watch ‘Law & Order’… fell asleep…
Woke up around 0005hrs, with a craving for something to nibble. Had a feel around the tray on the side Ottoman and thought I had found a soft nougat sweet to have. It turns out it was a chocolate covered brazil nut. As I bit into it, trying to recall some dreams, I knew that I’d had but couldn’t – Snap! Out came the loose incisor! I very nearly swallowed it.
Later I took this photograph of it with what looked like a metal strip protruding from the bottom of the tooth. Could this be part of the filling I had a few months ago? And, why did it go all brown and green within minutes of it coming out?
Got the Health Checks done and medications taken.
Then did WordPress Reading and comment replies. A chap from New Mexico mentioned oil filled radiators to use as an alternative to the electric fire when they take away the storage heaters to fit new ones – this triggered the grey-matter, and I got out the one I bought from Amazon last year and had forgotten out. Sad!
Got nosh on.
ock Today and made a start on this one.
Made another cuppa (I’m still drinking a lot) and back to the computer. Spotting the notepad, I looked at the dream scribble about the dreams. It appears that I was back driving a bus, a 1960 model Bristol Lodekka, just like the one shown here on what was then Granby Street but changed to Maid Marion Way later, in Nottingham. I was in the cab with a bloke and telling him how much harder it was to drive the older buses and he kept hitting me? Silly really, cause there was never room for two in the cab.
Obergruppenfurheress Deana in another carrier. Got the rest of it stored away in the fridge, freezer and cupboards. I purchased some fresh potato rostis that I intend to have tonight. Along with some freshly trimmed mangetout, Scottish buttered bread, Piccolo tomatoes, a pickled egg and some Chinese chicken breasts.
Then hobbled up the Mansfield Road hill and into the Wilko store.
and they were moderately efficient then.
at the same time.
It was an icy feeling in the flat again. “Blow the expense I thought, and put on the electric fire. I’d only used it once before in the three years… or is three yet? I’ve been here. I didn’t realise that the backlight had to be on for it to throw any heat out. Still, I know now. Not that it’s gotten a lot warmer in the two hours it’s been on. Tsk!
I put away the bits I’d bought and put one more of the ‘Dia-Limit’ capsules in the evening pot of medications and took them. Did the Health-Checks and off to the Porcelain Throne again. 
Went for a wee-wee and to make another brew.
some plates to it for attaching something?
Washing the pots afterwards, and I found out that the Wilko Apple Slicers stay sharp for a long time.
l.
0055hrs: I stirred and sensed the innards rumbling as I lay spreadeagled on the £300 second-hand recliner. Within seconds of my waiting for the brain to activate – there came a most embarrassing Whoopsiedangleplop! No warning arrived for me to respond to, apart from the churning stomach; a messy, frustrating escapage from the rear-end. Shame, Humiliation, mortification, chagrin, ignominy and indignity!
Took this picture out of the kitchen window. Despite all my ailments, I could see something beautifulness in it.
Didn’t eat it all, and kept the fingers crossed that Trotsky Terence would not disagree with my choice of fodder.
I placed the notepad next to the chair and settled once more, and watched some of a Jonathan Creek DVD, and had to extract my lumbering body from the recliner and off to the Throne.
0030hrs: Got the machine going and back up the lift. The second elevator now lit up, but stuck on the ninth floor?
It was a lot warmer this morning.
I poddled around and ended up buying 2 pots of lemon yoghourt. Not cheap and very small, but they looked delicious with the lemon settled at the bottom of the glass pots. Some Part-Baked Rolls. The very naughty Frikadellens, and two tins of garden peas. I only spent £4.18. Good for me, that I think.
Had a wee-wee and made a mug of tea.
The DVT, INR Warfarin Level Results and new doses. No Email from the doctor surgery again. So, no chance of getting to the dentist.
Around 0400hrs, still doing the diary photo sorting and update, I was feeling the cold so much, I put the fingerless gloves on after I’d made a mug of so-called Extra Strong, Twining’s English Breakfast tea.
the side of my nose, and it hurts. (Don’t they all!)
An hour later, at 0500hrs, I went to make another brew and checked again. The same. Then realised when downloading and trimming the screen scan photos used here, that Google had got the time an hour behind? How do I let them know? Hehe!
0730hrs: Another mug of tea and I took this picture out of the window.
Two slices of Scottish Plain, buttered, sliced tomatoes with balsamic vinegarette, extra-strong stilton cheese, garden peas and a battered cod.
One, the DVT INR Warfarin Blood Level results. Far too late for me to get in touch with the dentist again. And no Email either, as promised from the surgery.
ity Homes re a Ventilation survey to be carried out.
Finished off the Wednesday Diary. Time to collect the washed clothing, so down again. This time, both lifts were working?
I was going to pop outside to take a photograph, but the leaves blew in when the door opened, so I decided against going out. Hehe! 
As I was starting to read the end noticeboard, and not even moving, Hippy Hilda gave me a stab and twinge.
then, that they had used wind protection sheets on the cages now. A sage decision. We don’t want any blokes flying off. Hehe!
I called in the store and had a look around, but no luck this time again. I limped to the Asda (Walmart) shop and spent a while hobbling around for ages. Which was a bit risky, cause I had no way of telling the time, as I had misplaced the mobile phone. At least I hope I did, and it is at home; as opposed to my having dropped it out of the coat pocket when I took the coat off earlier in the foyer.
Paid the bill and went out and up to the bus stop. I had 30 minutes to wait before the bus was due.
Even the weather went darker as the bus made its way to the flats.
In the flat and had a wee-wee. Got the things put away and the Craig Cramps visited the hands poorly. I put this down to the heavy bag carrying stemming the blood flow.
Did the pots and Health Checks, and thought I’d taken the evening medications, but found out later I hadn’t. Plonker!
0127hrs: Noticed that the temperature in the kitchen was much higher this morning at 54°f.
I opened the window to take a view of the morning skyline without reflections from the glass.
It all looks much a sameness to me. Although, this morning the weight had gone over the 15St mark!
The meal framework for the new build flats was coming on.
I walked along Chestnut Way, and I felt a bit of compassion for the car owners. Hehehe!
Down onto Mansfield road, and right up and over the incline, and down into Carrington. Where a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist all but hit me.
I limped along in the centre to the end and down the escalator and foolishly had a look in the Thorntons shop and asked a lady if they had any chocolate nougat. “Yes,” she said. Fetched a cubed box and asked if I’d like it gift-wrapped, no charge for this. My mind was finding it hard to connect to voice box or logicality as she bent down, revealing 
more than I could handle of her buxom cleavage, and came back up with a box already done. She added, while putting another box of chocolates on the counter, “You get these free when you buy the nougat selection”. She bent down again for some unknown reason as I got my card out to pay.
My attention was again distracted. I got the two boxes into the bag and made my way to the exit doors. I thought I’d better try to make sure the chocolates don’t get wet, so stopped under cover of the canopy to rearrange my bag. During which I came across the receipt for the nougat… £20!
ge anyway.
Crossed over the double-pelican lights on Maid Marion Way, and up Standard Hill. Stopping part way, to allow Anne Gyna to calm down.
enough to have to climb it on foot. The feet and knees started giving me bother shortly after this. Hehe!
I went on the web in the morning and found out that is was a Two-bedroomed flat, for sale at only £232,500.
Outside, the rain had stopped altogether now.
Across the road and down to the terminus.
f the Little John dome and clock as it arrived.
feet stinging!
I was glad not to see any workmen up on the platform hoists on the building in the rain.
A wagon delivering some machinery passed by us.
wee-wee. Another marathon session, but eventually it stopped. Haha!
0040hrs: Made a mug of tea and got the computer on and made a start on this diary. Then updated and finished yesterdays.
I dropped off on Upper Parliament Street and went into the Wilko store to search for any screw-lid containers. I found just one that had fallen under the shelves and bought it. I needed eight of them to arrange things in the cupboard. Humph!
too.
Back into the Slab Square and over the road passing the rubbish bins and had to stop for a good while, until Hippy Hilda, who came on painfully sharply and suddenly without warning, eased off enough for me to carry on hobbling. Within a few minutes, the twinges and pains had dissipated altogether? Very strange that, but I wasn’t 
complaining of course.
the lower stop. Which was near the ‘Reds BBQ’ restaurant.
Caught the 40 and had to sit on a side-saddle seat again. The advantage of this for me was I had to hang on and get buffeted about and cling on for grim life, for fear of falling out or off of the seat. But it made sure I didn’t fall asleep! Hahaha!
Over the road, I got safely and down onto Chestnut Way. When I got down to the where the parked cars yesterday had caused me problems getting by them, the police had out some cones out.
Eerie that was.
Food occupied my mind. I decided to try out an idea given me by my Cyber-mate Tim, in America. I opened a tin of Anchovie fillets for the first time.
Off to the kitchen and got the Health Checks done 
and medications were taken.
I hung out of the window to get this shot of part of the workers nearest compound down below
surprised at how well it came out afterwards.
I got on the bus, and the chap who is a little minacious sat next to me.
I hobbled around and back towards Queen Street to go up to the bus stop, and these two imitation Police Officers (CPOs) passed me on my left as I was taking the photo.
Carried on updating until the potato was ready for mixing with some cheese.