I was sitting, doing the blog, Inchcock Today, Got it nearly done, sorting out the scintillae… When, crunch… much to my utter dismay… The right patella plopped out of its socket! Well, it shot out like a rocket! Did it hurt, was I worried… Oh, nay! Just don’t believe all I say, Hahaha!
After the shock, I tried to get it back in…
Too tender to do any banging…
After much-failed faffing…
I thought this needed help and medicating,
I had a bash at knee cap relocating,
To ease things and stop it stinging,
I could hobble, but Gawd, it was stinging!
The lady on 111 was very obliging, Go to the hospital, she was saying… So I did, bravely… I’m not bragging… Finished the blog and was not cringing! Set of to the QMC, without whinging.
By the time I got down to the ground floor, Bearing in mind, I’m a bit of a procrastinator, Should I be busing it there? Is this an error? A taxi will be costly but will save some furore… I’ll phone for one, but again a failure! I’d left the mobile behind; what an adventure!
I shuffled painfully back into the elevator, Up to the apartment, entered, and for sure… Knocked my knee on the door furniture! The pain turned to agony at the conjuncture… I had a close look at the knee. Is it a fracture?
But luck, as you may know, is a fickle creature… With swelling down to the fibula and tibia, Gobsmackingly within minutes, the discomfiture… The pain was showing signs of divestiture! But the agony was still nowhere near miniature!
Now, amazingly, I was going far less squirming… The knee cap to the socket I saw returning! Which I thought was very easing and welcoming, I hobbled far easier, for some more wee-weeing!
Of course, the thought ‘would it pop-out again?’… I wasn’t too bothered if the bad luck came back again, It’s bound to, assuredly, guaranteed, for certain… But this knee-cap returning I can’t explain?
Good Luck? A stranger to my scatterbrain, But I like getting it and hope to again… Ayup! I walked into the doorframe… Now I’ve got a new bruise and back pain! That’s better, much more like my scene! Was this whole escapade transpadane?
Inchcock is still not capable of kneeling or genuflection, He’s not a technician… more a poor theoretician! Inchcock leans towards visualisation rather than realisation… He’s used to existence with trepidation and tribulations, Throwing his poor hearing and sight into the equation… The fool accepts all his failures, hassles and aggravations! Yet throughout, the old fool has shown great determination… Patiently waiting for some good lucks germination…
Well, he got some yesterday… His knee returned to the socket, of its own orchestration, And what does Inchcock have to say? “It burst out like a fulmination…” “I failed to get it back in by manipulation!” “Going to the hospital, realised I left my communication…” “Back to flat for the phone, due to my vacillation…” “Clouted me knee, which caused me much confusing elision…” “So, Vascular Dementia Doreen proved to be my salvation…” “I’d have missed this miracle cure without memory erasion.”
Hence: Ailments mental and physical can cause depression…
Hypertension, apprehension, confusion, even tintinnabulation!
Procrastination; and indeed, physical and mental putrefaction
Infection, infestation, digression, marginalisation…
Occasionally like yesterday, it can cause jubilation!
Well, that’s my impression!
Time for some self-inebriation?
Part of the Inchies True Make Them Laugh Ode Series
Up and at it blogging,
Feeling much better, astonishing!
Went to do the Glengettie brewing,
Notice outside was suitable for viewing…
With the morning sun encroaching!
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End Car Park was in use, staggering!
End Car Park was in use, staggering!
Leaves falling down from trees overhanging,
Resistance to use this car park is flagging,
Three vehicles today; is this a new beginning?
Oh, where’s my tea… I’m gagging!
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Carer Carole Came…
And seconds later, the Sainsbury order came in,
Carole to do tablets, the ulcer machine-gunning,
Confused with so much to do at the same time…
But Carole took charge, with a drink of lime…
So I did, took the sorted tablets in no time…
She put the items of food in the kitchen, all in…
Shot off, she was in a rush, but she still cleared the waste bin!
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Suddenly alone again and sulking…
I got the food away, rushing…
Six items short delivered… it’s a sin!
Needed food, I was again burping…
Got a banana and to take off the skin…
Guess what crawled out of it?
A beetle, it was gigantic!
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Guess Who Ordered Wrong Milk, then?
My Accifauxpas in ordering online food…
Continues, with such unimpeachability!
I’d ordered the extra-cream full milk, dude!
One can’t beat vascular dementia, well, not me!
I assure you I ordered it accidentally!
I was not too bothered, well, not overly…
Cause the Grahams full cream milk tastes lovely!
The guilt is now fading… Lip smackingly!
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Back onto the computer again,
The urge for a biscuit or two came…
As I stood up, Dizzy Dennis attacked the brain…
I ended up on the floor yet again…
My language, I admit, was a little profane…
Then I had to struggle back upright again,
T’would have been comical, if not for the pain!
I knocked off the coat… But that is nongermane,
Stuff fell out of the pockets again!…
Getting down and back up to retrieve things was a strain, I carried on fed-up, biscuitless, now with terrible back pain! I went for a wee-wee and found a bloodstain! In agony now… should I try cocaine?
Part of the Inchcock Make Them Laugh, In Ode Series
01:15hrs: I woke with the mind doing ut own thing again, and I genuinely feared the worst. Yet, within a few minutes, I was battling out of the £300 second-hand recliner, had urged and forced my misshaped, wobbly mass of a body onto its feet, and did few moves, bends and wriggles to test out the ailments, and was in recent form, I thought, anyway.
Arthur Itis and Saccades-Sandra apart. All the other indispositions, discombobulations ailments and infirmities, were friendly and calm with me. Naturally, this did not last for too long. AS I moved towards the kitchen, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. (Back to normal, which is not a bad thing). So, I diverted, and within about ten paces, I was in the wet room. Bearing in mind yesterdays farcical Whoopsiedangleplop, I made sure that the stick was not left anywhere I trip over it, this time.
The evacuation almost had me cheering! It was that good! Not too big, not painful at all! And hardly any effort needed. No getting half-way and needing painful encouragement. And not messy! As I stood to do the necessary ‘paperwork’, I found there was no bleeding from the rear either!
Then I saw the drips of blood on the floor. I knew straight away, it had to be from Little Inchies fungal lesion, and it was. Heck of a state to medicate and clean.
To the kitchen and took some Moon photos.
I made some tea and took the medications. Then got the updating of the blog done. The saving was failing a few times, but this time, I thought it might be a WordPress problem? The updating took ages, mostly through having to keep stopping for Saccases-Sandra to clear. Many hours after starting, I got it finished. Phew!
08:00hrs, I went on the WordPress Reader. Then on the TFZer Facebooking. Time is my most significant bother nowadays. It takes so long to get anything done, my lack of mobility, the Neurotransmitters dying, the brain struggles to hold information, and physical activity takes so much time and is painful sometimes. The mind and body are reaching my capability and copeability level methinks.
After which, I spent many more hours on graphicationalising. Everything was taking so long to get done, with Sandra playing up, but at least the Fungal lesion didn’t open up again.
Eventually, I got started on this post. The time flew by. I went to see Josie, to check with her that she would like the Tuna with Coronation mayonnaise. But she was not in. I did some more graphicalisationing.
I ought to get the ablutions done, it’ so late now, head-down time is due.
I’d been doing the bit of cooking needed in-between computer work while Sandra was in a bad mood with me. The day has magically almost gone?
I turned everything off and got the ablutions tended to. I called on Josie again first, while I’d got clothes on. No answer again.
The legs looked a bit different again, but not bad at all. I decided to stop and get the handwashing done first, then I can Josie again before getting the ablutions done. The washing completed, and off to the wet room. Called on Josie, no luck.
The ablutions produced many dropsies. No proper Whoopsies, though. Another call on Josie, no luck. I checked on the Special tomatoes. I shan’t be eating them today.
Then got another silly idea, I could order some saucepans from Amazon. So I did. Coming tomorrow. So, another day indoors.
Got the nosh prepared and served up. I got settled in the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, got the TV on.
As I was taking the first fork of food, the phone flashed into life. Unbelievable, the times this happens!
It was the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital. A very kind lady, asking about my problems, questioning me on various things, in an effort to understand why Warfarin levels were so unsteady. It was lovely to have someone to talk to about medical issues. Especially being as pleasant and patient with me as this lady was. The conversation kept getting broken up by my having to ask her to repeat things I didn’t pick-up, again she was alright and unbothered by this. Bless Her! She will send me an Email with her address on, so I have it and can message her with the results of the Doctors meeting and any changes of importance. I felt honoured and well cared for.
Back to the stone-cold meal, not that there was much to harm. Only the mushrooms, garden peas and potatoes were heated anyway.
Although cold, I still enjoyed it. Smashing! A taste rating of 8/10. Perhaps the joy of speaking to someone who understood and sympathised had put me on a high? But sleep was again late in coming, although the Thought-Storms kept off.
03:30hrs. Up out of the £300 second-hand c 1968 rusty recliner and of to the WC. Along with a cracking headache from yesterdays cut and tumble.
Water heater light still on, but no hot water?
Not feeling too good at all, down and many various new pains. Tsk!
Back to the WC, another RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee).
Updated the Wednesday post and sent some stuff to Pinterest.
Back to the WC, another RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee).
Made a brew and took the morning medications. The headache throbbing away, differently, this time on the left side, but the cut and bruise are on the right side?
Back to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) again!
Tried to gather the thoughts and tasks for the day.
Carer at around 07:00hrs to fit ankle-support.
Amazon will be delivering some diabetic socks sometime today.
I have to get to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, to try and get some help with reporting the hot water not working.
Drop some nibbles off for the Social Hour gathering, which yet again I will have to miss!
Get in touch with the Haematology Anti-thrombosis Therapy team, to get the new Warfarin doses.
Do the full Occupational Therapy exercises.
Calm down and not feel so depressed. (It is terrible at the moment).
Must stay in all day, for delivery, hopefully, a plumber to get the hot water going, visit or call from Mental Health nurse, etc.
Take extra pain-killers. (Head and returning leg stiffness and soreness)
Stay close to the WC. Tsk!
Remember to take extra Senna to try and move the solids.
Jump out if the balcony… Only joking, Hehe!
Back to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again!
Went on TFZer Facebooking.
Back to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again!
Got a wash and changed into the togs, got the sock-glide and Ankle-Support out ready for the carer to call.
I got myself in a bit of a panic, searching for the wrist-alarm. Eventually finding it on my wrist! What an Eizel!
Doing things on auto-pilot now. I still keep thinking hot water is available from the tap. Saucepans of water on the stove on a low setting. Hope I don’t get the shakes again when using them, Phwert!
Made a brew and awaited the arrival of the carer.
Back to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again! Tsk!
Carer arrived, and I explained how and why I was feeling a tad depressed. He fitted the Ankle-Support for me, told me to have a good day, and off he poddled.
I went on Coreldraw for a while, to do a template. Before going to try and see Julie to ask her to call the maintenance people for me, about the hot water not being on.
08:40hrs. I used the walker-trolly, having loaded it with raffle prizes and nibbles for the Social Hour that I will have to miss yet again! Walked nice and steadily to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents temporary hut. But it was still unopened. So I took a slow wander to the end of Chestnut Way and started back again.
Coming towards me I spotted Cyndy. She had a natter with John (That may be the wrong name, Tsk!) at the bus stop. Then I followed her, with her treats for the social hour crew. I explained about the hot water situation and that I had hoped to ask Julie if she could call for me. The hearing aids tubes being waxed up solid and stuck did not help. Bless her cotton socks, she whipped out her mobile and rang them for me straight away ♥. All sorted, it is on an emergency, and they will arrive sometime today, or night. I was thanking Cyndy for her help and noticed a white van going down the road through the window. The trailer wasn’t going through the window, I was looking through it… made a mess of that sentence, didn’t I? Tsk! I thought it might be the new diabetic socks being delivered.
I chased after the van, which got delayed waiting for a works tractor, and caught up with the chap and asked him if the parcel was for number 72 – but it wasn’t, it was for number 62. Ah-well!
The rush with the trolley-walker about creased me – but I managed it. (Smug Mode Adopted!)
I met Doris as I was going into the flat. She couldn’t stop, cause she needed to see Robert the caretaker to get him to have another look at her gone haywire radiator settings.
Got in and to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again! Tsk!
Updating this diary, and a jolly decent electrician chap appeared to sort out the tripped water heater. We had a natter and laughed while he did it. He then showed me where a boost button was for the water heater. Pressing it, causes it to run for an hour. Brilliant, he gave it a press for me. It had tripped-out. About the fourth time, this has happened.
I then did some draughts on WordPress.
Sorted some bags of rubbish and took them to the chute.
Back to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again! Tsk!
I decided to catch the bus to Sherwood. What made me think of doing this with all the things on today’s list I’ve no idea. I got as far as the lift and thought; What are you doing pillock? The socks are being delivered today, and the IRN nurse is due? A brain freeze maybe? Tsk! Ay-yay-yay!
Got the meal early today, I felt like I could eat some today. I got the balance right for once this time. Battered fish fingers, apple, and tomatoes, with some milk roll bread made into tomato sarnies, and a lemon mousse, but I didn’t eat the dessert and left some tomato slices and some apple, but not much. A filling nosh, all the same. Nice and tasty too.
Half-way through eating, Sister Jane rang. The line was terrible, but we had natter of sorts, bless her. Oh, I’m making my meals too big, and overeating bread, I think. Hahaha!
Back to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again! Double-Tsk!
15:40hrs, the doorbell rang out it’s Dusty Springfield “I only want to be with you” chime. It was the Diabetic socks, being delivered. Thanked the man and stored them away in the airing cupboard with the others.
Back to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again! Double-and-a-half Tsks!
I fell asleep, and the nurse let herself in and woke me gently so as not to make me jump. (This didn’t work, Haha!).
As I walked her to the door after giving my blood. Well, she took it, haha!, I found a letter near the door. It was dated 24th April? I have an appointment with a Dr S K Raghunathan at the C-SKR2C Stroke medicine, located near the outpatients, on the North Corridor. N5, City. For Tuesday 25th June 2019 at 10:30hrs. I have to take with me: This letter – A list of medications including how much you take, and how often (I have no idea really?) – Glasses and hearing aids that I use – And an up to date mobile phone number. I added this date to the Google calendar. And I thought retirement and old age would mean peace and rest. Schmuck!
Back to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again! Treble-Tsks!
I opted to nip down to the foyer and see if a washing machine was free to use, taking the stick and laundry bag with me. One was not in use, but only the device I have never used before was available. I noticed that Gruppenführeress and Ballerina Warden Julie was doing the Fire Alarm Testing with another lady, and she threw the clobber in the machine in seconds and got it going for me.
The timer showed 20 minutes. I liked this, cause the clothing I was washing was from the Oaks Home and had only been worn once, I liked the idea of not waiting for too long.
I nipped outside in the drizzle, and by gum, it was nippy! I took some photographs of the complex from Chestnut Way.
The new ceiling had had some new, I think, roof light openings.
I took it that they were not finished yet?
Another look at the machine, and it was 4 minutes left. So I hobbled in ready to move the togs to the dryer when the washer ended its cycle. I moved the stuff and got the dryer going, then out to the foyer and the crossword book.
I noticed Angela and Roy coming in from a taxi, and took this snap of them. A grand couple.
I asked if it was alright if I put their photograph on my blog and Angie agreed.
They both looked tired-out, bless them. I wished them well, as they went to get the lift up to their flat.
Went to check on the dryness of the laundry in the dryer. It felt okay, so I started to take out the things to fold them, and found an odd sock! Humph! After a search, I found the missing sock still in the washing machine and rescued it!
Packed the bag and off to the elevator. I couldn’t help but notice the mess that had been scratched on the reflective wall end. Huh!
I got in the flat, to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again! Flipping heck. Tsk!
I put the wet sock on the clothes airer and stored the rest away.
I took the evening medications and made up next weeks dosage pots. Then made a brew, it was late, but I decided to catch up on this blog to save time in the morning. During which I had four visits to the WC for an RWPSWW. Getting ridiculous this Wee-weeing!
I realised that I had forgot to take off and wash the Ankle-Support. But it was far too late to get it done and dried now. Schlemiel!
01:05hrs. I had an attack of clinomania this morning. Oh boy, there was no way I wanted to wake up, let alone get out of the £300 ci. 1968, second-hand rickety recliner in which I was spreadeagled, half-in, half-out of! I retrieved my right leg from the Ottoman, not easy, but I managed it.
Then, I spotted many signs of guilty-nocturnal-nibbling having taken place around me. A jelly-baby resting in the folds of my stomach, an empty Marmite crisp packet in my right arm-pit, and a spilt tub of Marmite biscuits on the floor. Self-disgust, shame and culpability mode Adopted! I wanted to show and feel apanthropinisation, in an effort assuage the guilt and self-loathing, but my usual lack of confidence, insecurity, self-doubt, and I timidity felt compelled, to launch a mind-attack at my actions inwardly.
The need for me to use the EGPWWB (Emergency-grey-plastic-wee-wee-bucket), ended up with me treading on a pen and breaking it, causing a welt on my foot as I was en route to the bin.
This first wee-wee of the day was of the LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) variety. This meant I had a long, painful job of cleaning, tidying the room, medicating Little Inchies bleeding lesion to tackle. But, Kidney Ache Kevin, Arthur Itis and Back-Pain-Brenda stopped me doing the cleaning, as bending was too arduous for me. I tried my best, but Anne Gyna then joined in with giving me grief, and I gave up trying to clean the place at all. It was far too early to use the vacuum, due to the noise disturbing my neighbours.
So annoying, my waking up each day in such a different physical state with the ailments! Moan over. Hehe!
I tended to the Health Checks and took the medications.
Ah, the first signs of the day improving already! The Sys had come down again compared to yesterday.
Back to the Whoopsies! I went to use the Porcelain Throne. What a messy affair and Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding again too! I cleaned things and myself up and doctored the lesion with the Daktacort ointment this time. It is a little stronger, with miconazole nitrate in it, than the other cream. I was very sore after applying this and the Haemorrhoid Harold cream. Now, I had burning and stinging at the same time. Hey-ho!
Washed up and made a mug of the Glengettie tea, and put the computer on to update the Friday post. Got it finished and posted it off to WordPress.
Wee-wee’d, back to the SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wees) again now.
I made a start on this blog for several hours. Then went on Facebooking.
Then I got some corn flakes, a mug of tea and a lemon yoghourt for brekkers. But the yoghourt fell off of the tray when I was taking the breakfast back to the computer. The pot burst open and joined the mess already on the carpet from the nocturnal nibbling crumbs that still need cleaning up. Oh, and the NCH plumbers mess from their shoes have not been sorted out yet. Depressed-Mode-Adopted!
08:00hrs. I readied things to get the ablutions tended to, and off to the wet room. The first thing I did was to pick up the bits of soil, grass and grit that had been deposited on the wet room floor when having the shower-head replaced.
Then I begrudgingly mopped up. The new shower head came in handy for rinsing away the water afterwards. By now, Anne Gyna and Kidney Ache Kevin had both increased their stabbing pains. But Arthur Itis was amazingly calm?
I had a good shave, did the teggies and got under the new shower-head. I medicated the fungal lesion and put some Germolene on the hand where I burnt it on the kettle yesterday.
Then dried-well and applied some Haemorrhoid cream. Got the new PPs and clothes on, and made a check of the pins (legs).
There was still an imbalance to the fluid content, and a new black papsule seemed to be coming up on the knee cap area. Just a few more spider-veins on the lower leg today.
I went to make a small mug of tea.
I heard new sounds from somewhere, they were not bothering me at all. Just that I could not identify where they were originating from, nor what was making them. I pondered for a while on how to explain what they sounded like, on this post. I end ended up with this: “Kerchunker, Brr, Brr, Kerchunker, Whine, Thud”, a few times, but they didn’t last long? Hehehe!
I got the black bags (five!) of rubbish made up from the bins and the recycling one just being closed, I realised that if I was to catch the bus into town to do my photo-shoot, I had to get a move one sharpish!
So I abandoned doing the bags, checked around, but could not find my wristwatch anywhere? Scrabbled about and got myself out and into the lift. Which topped on the tenth and eighth floors with no one waiting?
I took this shot of the front of the complex when I got to the bus stop. Where a lady was waiting who I had a natter with, (Beryl I think, but you know my memory status, Tsk!), told me that the weekday bus service is going to be every two hours later this month, instead of hourly. Also, heavy rain was forecast for later and tomorrow. Oh, dearie me! But we’ll see!
Had a bash at the crossword en route to town, I didn’t do very well. Dropped off the bus and called into the Poundland Shop.
Amongst the things I bought, I got a pack of five children’s toothbrushes, to keep to replace the one that keeps disappearing from the laundry room. Nibble treats for the medical staff, bikkies for the Social Hour box, smoked bacon, Cheeselets, and I tried some of their ready-made sarnies. I can have these with some chip later perhaps. I paid at the self-serve till; which annoyed the assistant who had to put me right when the red light came on. Haha!
I came out and watched the Nottinghamian pedestrians strolling over the road against the red don’t don’t-cross signs.
I walked down Clinton Street to back of the Council House. I’ve not seen so many Nottinghamian’s about in town, for a long time. Then I realised it is a Saturday. (One forgets when one is beyond use, going senile, and retired)
The folks were looking far happier and content than usual today. The general gloominess in their faces had significantly reduced. I wondered if it was the sunshine that was coming out, Spring on the way, or the increase in Council rents that had arrived and they were making the best of what they had? (Mine went up too!) But I expect it is in my case, to help pay for the unwanted upgrade. You know, the millions spent on putting in new windows and balconies. Those that I can’t manipulate, have blocked the vision and light, windows in the balcony that remove various bits of skin off of my knuckles and or fingers when I use the balcony side window to take photos out of, because I can’t reach to make shots now the kitchen windows have stopped my accessing to photograph below. Because the ledges stick out too far, and I now have to use step-ladders to reach out for my beloved photographicalisationing. They fitted the new sliding doors and returned to fill in the holes, leaving my recliner, chair, curtains, carpets, TV, cabinets etc. with splashes of plaster. But they send a bloke with a wire brush and a bottle of cleaner, to destroy my new carpets, that will have to be replaced when the job is finished. Then, they left me with holes in the kitchen… Sorry, got carried away there!
Back to the plot: I walked around the back of the Council House and down to South Parade.
Quite suddenly, Kidney-Pain Kevin, Back-Pain Brenda and the wobbly right knee all began to give me grief and did so until I had got home and settled. A bit worrying, but still, I have been doing well up to now.
I walked painfully down Exchange Walk to the Marks & Sparks food hall. I slipped the Big Issue seller a couple of quid on my way in. I came out, considerably less well off. Serves me right, I’m a gannet when it comes to food! Roast potatoes, frites, a ready-meal, and other bits.
I had a walk around taking some photographs. Ending up at the bus stop on Queen Street.
Being a Saturday, the L9 was not due for another hour-and-a-half. So I waited for the 40 bus.
I spotted a plane in the sky (it’s where they are often you know? Hehehe!) By the time I had taken this snap and had a quick look at the camera screen, the clouds had moved so far, as I looked up, the layout in the sky was completely different. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them moving so fast in my life.
I was aware of how odd today’s hobble in the streets was, it felt like a xenizational walk around the City Centre today. As if no one could see me? Surely proof of my increasing Bonkersness, deliration, and psychosis?
The 40 bus arrived, and I failed miserably at the crossword book en route.
I was soon risking life and limb… twice! Firstly, in getting up to go to the bus door as the vehicle had to shake and shudder as this bus stop is on the steepest part of Mapperley Rise. Then, crossing the road was a challenge. Blind bends up the hill and down to contend with. A bloke in a BMW came up the hill and around the bend, he was going so fast, he nearly lost it! Safely over the road and walking down to the flats, I could now concentrate on feeling sorry for myself, as Arthur Itis, the Wobbly-knee Neil and Kidney-Ache Kevin, all made a concerted effort to ensure I was sorry about going out for a walk today. Hahaha!
As I limped in agony, well, a bit of pain, along Chestnut Walk to the end and my beloved Woodthorpe Court home, I thought to myself as I saw the obstacle course; “I hope the fire-alarm doesn’t go off this weekend. The engines would have a problem getting to us!”
I made it the flats and up in the lift to the front door, without seeing a soul.
When I got in, I had a wee-wee, washed and did the Health Checks. Then had a search for the missing wristwatch. I didn’t find it.
I got the oven warming up for the frites. Laid out the plate with the cold foods to go with the french fries.
Then, I carried out an in-depth search for the wristwatch and second pair of reading glasses. I was determined to find them, and spent a ridiculous amount of time on my hunting, rummaging around and talking to myself as I did so.
Eventually, the spectacles were located. In the wet room inside an opened part-used pack of Protection Pants, don’t ask please, I have no idea. Hahaha! Sad innit? But the wristwatch is still missing, Grumph!
I did the last Health Checks and emptied out the burnt frites from the oven, and put some more in on the cook again! By the time they were ready, the sarnies had started to go dry and curled at the edges.
Also, the packs of sliced apple I’d bought from Morrisons, and they had sent orange pieces, that were so bitter, after the first suck, I threw them away. Eurgh!
Still, the rest of the nosh was fine and dandy, apart from the dried crusts which joined the oranges in the bin.
I put the things in the bowl to soak, got the TV on and settled to watch a police programme.
As I put my feet up on the Ottoman, there was a pain and a sort of clunk from Wobbly-Knee Neil as he popped half-out of position. I muttered a curse word silently, then spent half-an-hour trying to get Neil back in his slot. Luckily for some reason, there was no pain at all when he eventually seemed to slide/slot in smoothly? This suited me!
When I got back to concentrating on the police on the TV, I realised I’d seen it before.
I remember thinking I’ll put on a Law & Order UK tape on instead… Zzzz!
01:05hrs: Woke up after six hours uninterrupted sleep, feeling a lot better this morning. The customary wee-wee had to be taken, I used the Emergency Stand-by Grey Bin. Which had some content in it, that I could not remember doing? No pain with the releasing of the fluid. In fact, it was a VSWWW (Very short-Weak-Wee-wee).
The freeing of the horrendously bloated stomached body from the £300, c. 1968 recliner was done with ease. Oh yes! I took the grey bin to the kitchen with me for cleaning and disinfecting. That done, I got out the hypodermic, wax softener, and sphygmomanometer to start doing the Health Checks. I had to nip to the wet room for another wee-wee, again of the VSWWW type. Washed the dandies and wiped the contact surfaces with Dettol, and back to the kitchen and the Health Checking.
Well satisfied with the resulting figures this time.
Well, apart from the high pulse continuing to go up and up. I half-expect that I’ll blow-up at some stage later today. Hehe!
Then I needed to have a third VSWWW!
After which I had a look at the leg wound. I have to say: it looked a lot better. It felt better too!
Yes, it does look like a new growth is coming up to the side of it, but it looks far less tender and vividly coloured. Then I realised that this may be due to the fact that I’d just rested it overnight.
So I resisted getting excited and waited until later when I’d been on the pins a while and make another assessment then. The feeling that I had worms inside the leg continues, but not hurting. It would be so typical of my luck, that by the time I get the appointment for the treatment clinic, it will have gone down! Schlimazel!
Took the medications and updated yesterday’s diary and got it sent off to WordPress.
Went on the WordPress Reader section.
Then I got some cornflakes for breakfast and watched some Youtube clips.
Got the ablutions tended to.
The mystery of the missing toothbrush remains. Good job I held on to an old one.
Got dressed, made sure the camera was taken with me and set off to go to the surgery for the Warfarin Blood test, then to the City Centre to take some photographs from the Nottingham Wheel cage.
I dropped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Warden and Opera singer Deana and International Champion Gymnast Warden Julie were working away in the office and holding cell. I paid for my TV licence while I was there. Mind you, with falling asleep so regularly when I try to watch owt on the box, I’m so glad I now get a cheaper licence. Hehe! Thanked them and set off at a fair pace, to hobble to the Carrington and the nurse.
The walk to the surgery was only hampered by two things. One, Back-Pain Brenda, who eased off when I got to the doctors.
The other, as I got to the crest of the hill on Mansfield Road to go down into Carrington, a damned ignorant, antisocial, bullying swine of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist made me jump as the moron shot by me from behind and made me jump. You can see him in the distance here.
Then, moments later, another one of the Pavement Cyclist actually hit me with his handlebar – and this one was pushing his bike on the pavement!
I arrived at the surgery and logged in with the receptionist. Sat down and had a go at the crossword book.
The leg wound thing started to hurt after I sat down? Then the cheering and delightful, uplifting sound of Nurse Nichole calling me to follow her arrived. As she took the blood for the INR test, she kindly explained some of the things I can expect when I eventually get to the medical centre to had the wound/infection looked at, and have the compression socks fitted. She also told me this usually takes two to three weeks after they test the sample. And advised me to keep the current socks pulled up above the wound at all times. I thanked her and handed over the nibble treats. Handed some to the receptionists, said my farewells and out to the bus stop to catch one to town.
I thought it seemed a bit nippier in the City Centre. I made my way straight down Queen Street into Slab Square. Went to the kiosk for the Nottingham Wheel ride, and when I’d paid my £6 Concession fee, I remembered last year and how I struggled to get up the steps and into the cage.
I struggled, even more, this time. An attendant chap kindly came half-way down the steps to assist me up. I did feel a fool!
The doorway seemed much narrower than last year… but I was aware it was me who had grown broader and blobbier than last year!
The plexiglass was filthy, smeared. The weak cold sunshine and reflections ruined many of my photographs.
Each time my cage got to the top high up, the winds would blow the cage all about, making steady photograph taking a case of pot-luck, and on some turns up there, impossible!
Still, it made a change.
Here are a few of the resulting photographicalisations wot I took! Hehehe! After having to discard many lousy shots.
In the morning, I made a post of all of the pictures taken and sent it off to WordPress. Please click here to see it, I fank you!
I exited the ride and somehow got down the various sets of stairways and onto the Slab Square and terra-firma. Off up to the bus stop and waited for the L9 to arrive.
My mind went into one of its daydreaming-modes. I thought about Sister Jane, and that led to other memories of the old Meadows area of Nottingham. An Oxo cube in the basin for dinner, Dad, school, poor Mr Holmes, Mr Widdowson, Chris Wright, the debt collectors searching for Mother, the tin bath on the train wall outside with the WCs and coal-houses in the yard. Oh yes, the meditation of good and bad times was actually enjoyed. No feeling I was hard done by. As I came out of the daydream…
I noticed the L9 bus pulling away from the bus stop! Klutz! So, I walked down, and fifteen minutes later, I caught the next 40 bus.
Got into the flat, and realised I had not had a wee-wee for hours and hours, and didn’t need one now. This surprised me at first; then I remembered I had not taken a Furesomide tablet.
Hunger now dawned, so I set about making a nosh. A fish meal.
Garden peas, potato nuggets, tomatoes, battered fish sticks, erm, fingers I mean, and some mackerel in the tasty sauce.
The last of the milk roll bread to soak up the sauce and make fish finger sarnies to eat. Hehehe!
I took the meal things and washed them up.
The evening sky almost looked like artwork, I thought.
Once again, I planned the TV viewing that I fancied. Why do I bother!
Boon, Pie in the Sky, Law & Order and Sliders.
I didn’t get halfway through Boon before I’d nodded off! I got a bonus when I woke up later and saw the last two minutes of Pie in the Sky, though. Hehe!
23:25hrs: I woke and almost automatically checked to see how far off the Emergency Grey Bucket was away from the £300 second-hand, 1968 rickety recliner I was perched half-on, half-off of, it was. I felt the twinges from Back-Pain-Brenda as I attempted to move my onerously overlarge body into the getting up position, it dawned on me that I didn’t need a wee-wee at all! Amazed I was, well, until I remembered I had not taken a Furesomide tablet yesterday. The pins felt very hard this morning, so I must have one today. But it was nice not to have to keep getting up regularly to utilise the bucket overnight, and I felt more rested than I have for many a morning.
I got up on my feet pretty quickly and went to do the Health Checks. As is usual lately, the call came for the Porcelain duties as I got out the paraphernalia to do the checks. A messy evacuation, but at least there was no blood loss from the front or rear end. Cleaned things up and washed the dandies.
Back into the kitchen.
Well, I was surprised to see how the Sys had gone down such a lot, but the Dia had gone up a lot as well!
I must see if I can find out what this means on the internet. If I put in Sys 132 – Dia 84 okay? Later, I might get some indications about it. I’m waffling again, Sorry.
I decided to get this done straight away, while it was in my head and not gone off into the ether, like so much stuff tends to do nowadays. Humph!
This reading was almost in the pre-high band I think. It was the rest of the week’s readings that were in the red completely! Oh dear! Bamboozlement, confusion, and uncertainty now reign’s within my admittedly limited brain box! I suppose, because the Sys has been so high for so long, I began to accept it as usual? I’ve kept a copy of the graph to use.
Every time the nurse or doctor take my blood pressure, it seems to be alright? More Mysteries of Tenant of and his Woodthorpe Court flat that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the space/time continuum! (Thanks to Tim Price – author of this perfect description of me and my home!) Hehehe!
Back to the kitchen and took the medications, including, very bravely I thought; a Furesomide tablet. Taking a mug of tea with me back to the computer, I got a second calling to the Porcelain Throne! The one was really extra messy. What’s going on? Made worse by some bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion.
I had a check of the pins. I’m sure there is less fluid in them than yesterday, or not as the case may be. I got my socks on, but the legs were just as hard to bend and get up and the hosiery on as they were yesterday. A couple of new papsules had appeared, yet others had disappeared. More Mysteries!
Back again to the computer and the now cold tea. Oy Vey!
Went to make another brew. I got the cleaned and refreshed Emergency Grey Bucket relocated in a handy position near the computer just in case.
And boy, was I glad I had done so five minutes later when the first of many wee-wees arrived. An extremely long hose-pipe-blasting splash-back-creating painful one, it was. I was worn out by the time it stopped. Haha! All following wee-wees were of the SNSWWs (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-wees) class. Which can be tricky when you are unsure if things have finished or not! There were plenty of them throughout the day. A good job I have no appointments that need me to go out, far from the bucket or a WC! Hopefully, when the legs get used to the medication again, the wee-wees might become less frequent? I hope!
I pressed on with the long job of updating the Tuesday post. I didn’t get it finished until around 05:50hrs, I think it was. It was getting light by the time I went to make a brew again. (All the others I made went cold, Tsk!)
My hands suddenly went from a reddish colour to a pale whitishness? Why? More Mystery!
07:30hrs: Eventually I around to starting today’s blog going. When I heard the oddest sounds. Bleep, bleeping and Pheow, pheow sounds? I checked around each room, and even got on the step ladder so I could see out from the kitchen window – but nothing seen as to the cause of these noises? Didn’t sound like anything the workmen have been making?
I had still not a mug of tea, so an hour or so later, I went to get one. Tap, tap and knock knock this time from Herberts flat above. So, I assumed Big John (Herbert) was building one of his toys, or the workmen were in his flat doing something and didn’t bother about the annoying concentration destroying niggling tap tapping.
I went on the Morrison site and took some things off of my order, and added a couple of others. The tap-tapping tuned to drilling noises, so now I know it is the workmen above. I gave up trying doing the blog altogether.
Got some brekkers sorted. Sweet and Sour Porridge… hahaha! Only joking!
Sister Jane rang as I started to eat it. (I said that her Pete had left a CCTV camera in the flat didn’t I? Hahaha!)
After I had received my instructions, reprimanded for eating too many potatoes and bread, then been told off for not cleaning out the spare room. I was saved any more excoriations, by of all things another timely intervention of an SNSWW, that needed an immediate response. Utilised the Emergency Grey Bucket.
Finished the now cold breakfast, and went in to get the potato in the oven.
Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis had a sudden go at me, and I began to feel so unwell, especially with Back-Pain-Brenda in the kidney area as well.
I managed to get the nosh sorted, but I’d put the potato in the oven and not turned it on! I found out when I went to check to see how the spud was coming along. What a Nebekh!
Turned it on and with my concentration shattered by the pain, I just sat watching clips on YouTube for about two hours till the potato was ready to be cut in half and be mixed with the cheese, then returned to the husks and back in the oven to brown off. With intermissions of course to utilise the Emergency Grey Bucket!
Despite feeling so rotten, I ate nearly all of it up.
Had to get up for another SNSWW.
Washed the pots, and sat down and just drifted off into the land of Nod.
Amazingly, I slept through for about five hours, without waking for a wee-wee!
23:35hrs: I woke with memories of a dream reasonably clear and lucid in my mind. I grabbed the notepad and scribbled down some prompters to use later. (Later, I made up today’s Inchcock’s Thoughts graphic using these notes. Not word for word, obviously, but the train of the Grim Reapers words were similar to how he spoke to me in the dream!) I thought the Reaper looked a lot like Jeremy Corbyn.
An instant need for a wee-wee arrived. With great difficulty in holding back the imminent flow and getting free of the £300 second-hand recliner at the same time, I got myself upright and made for the grey emergency tub in the corner – Calamity! It was not there! I’d forgotten I moved it yesterday when the workers arrived. Oy Vey! So, having gone all through my dream-filled sleep without taking a wee-wee, you can see how desperate things were now! Oy gevalt! Panic set in, but I had a sense-of-mind to make for the WC and not waste valuable time searching rooms for the grey bin.
Alas, I was too late all the same! I now have clothes soaking in disinfectant and soap powder in the green bucket. Humiliation and Shame Mode adopted!
All washed, and in another pair of jammy-bottoms and embarrassingly, a new pair of protection pants, I went to get the Health Checks done. I got out the sphygmomanometer and accoutrements required, but could not find the Enoxaparin hypo that had been moved in the workings yesterday! I sensed things might not go so well today, and adopted a ‘Sorry-for-myself-Mode! Hehe!
Then the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. A messy evacuation and some bleeding from the front and rear this morning. Somehow, I just wasn’t surprised in the least! Rewashed the dandies. Then back to the kitchen and searched for the missing loaded needle. No luck yet. But I did find the grey bin. Humph! Did the Health Checks.
The Sys was a bit lower than it was yesterday but higher than it should be methinks. Again, not surprising me. Tsk!
I took the medications and needed another wee-wee. This was of the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) variety.
Back to the kitchen and made a brew of tea.
The flipping left ankle gave way again on the hobble to the computer. I felt as if the ankle was going to collapse into the foot, but it didn’t, of course. Hello, the sneezing has started again! Humph! Fed-up? Me?
I went to check the legs over, they felt like they are filling up again. But this photo doesn’t look like they have done so from yesterday? There are once more some new bruises and blood papsules, though?
These Possible Furosemides side effects are so many, I wonder if there are any psychotomimetic ones? Hehe!
I went into the kitchen and took these photographicalisations. The precipitation was light, is was evident that it had been falling all night, but it helped the downward picture to have a certain quality about it.
Another SSPWW and I got on with updating the Friday post and got it sent off to WordPress.
One more SSPWW, (Got splashbacks with this one, Oh, dear!) and I made a start on this blog, getting up to here with it.
Then the thoughts of breakfast came into my mind. Porridge, methinks. I cunningly used the stick-picker-upper with the more full grip and more extended arm to get the pot down.
I got a grand scrubbing up session done at 0805hrs. I even did a bit of singing in there!
As I grubbled about making sure everything was how it should be before leaving, I noticed the sky had a tinge of red in it. The moon was reluctant to go down. Quite pretty it was.
But, we all know the farmers and shepherds saying: “Red sky at night, Shepherds delight – Red sky in the morning, Shepherds warning! So I made sure the umbrella was in the bag.
Did the midday Health Checks and medications in case I get back late from town. Took two black bags to the waste chute and set off out into the rather cold and nippy morning.
I met Mary and Shirley in the lobby, and we greeted each other.
As I got to the end of Chestnut Walk, I turned to take this shot of Winwood Heights, with Winchester Court being the closest one. It still has the sign indicating that it is called ‘Wi Hester Cour’ Hehehe!
Mary was coming along behind me. When I got to the bus stop Winchester Street she joined me. Mary was on her way down to catch a bus on Mansfield Road. I explained that she could get on the 40 one, as I was doing and use her bus pass, cause we can use it anytime on Saturdays and Sundays. We had a little natter, the gal is not happy with her new flat up on the 15th floor, and sounded a tad depressed. She carried on walking down the hill as I got on the bus.
I got off of the bus near the Pound Shop and called in to see if they had any of the Pork Farms Pork Pies on sale. Nope, they didn’t. But I came out with a few things in the bag. Dettol Citrus air spray, a few nibbles for the Social box, Smoked bacon and some beef end-bits. Paid on the self-serve till without any hassle.
Across the road and into Boots store, and up to the pharmacy. I got a Sterimar Hyptn CR spray, £2 off today, got it for £5.99.
Then made my way to the Victoria Centre Market Stalls. Which was another sad sight! Aisles mostly bare of customers, empty stall, and those poor few beggars still in them looking so sorry for themselves. I have great empathy, and so sorry for them.
I visited Abdul, and his clothes stall. I got two pairs of trousers from him. I had a choice of grey, grey or grey. So, I got the grey ones. Haha!
Had a little laugh with him, paid him and made my way out to the shopping centre (Mall), and hobbled to the City Centre.
During my wanders, I kept taking pictures of closed down retailers. So sad and worrying!I’ll show them all together here, so you can see just one reason for the depression of Nottinghamians.
I wandered down to the Slab Square down King Street. Where I took three photographs left to right of the Slab Square.
Not many Nottinghamians about! Although I did see two relaxing in a shop doorway later, and providing some Nottinghamian Street Art for me to snap. Poor things!
The drizzle began to pour a little as I cut through and down Exchange Walk to the M&S food hall.
The regular Big Issue seller was outside the store doors, I slipped him a couple of quid on my way in. Once in the shop, I had to resist buying too much-unwanted stuff, it all looked so delicious! I ended up at the self-serve tills with: A ready-made Lamb One Pot meal £4.50, A Rustic Granary Farmhouse sliced loaf on offer, £1.59 down to £1, Two Sourdough Rolls £1.20 and some Frites £2.30. This time, I did have problems putting the stuff through and had to ask for help, twice! Klutz! I could identify which rolls I had on the lookup lists. Even the lady had a job to find them, so I didn’t feel so bad. Thanked her and off she trotted to help someone else. When it came to swiping the Rustic bread, the machine would not have it at all. Back came the assistant, and she ended up having to use her key and inputting the code manually for me.
When I got out of the store, the rain was more persistent.
I took many pictures of closed down businesses and signs in this area as I made my way back to the bus stop on Queen Street. At the top at the junction with Upper Parliament Street, this Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist caught my eye as nearly fell off of his bike. Which cheered me up a little. During this little hobble about, there so many Pavement Cyclists all over the place, it would have been too much hassle to try and photo them all, and get the camera wet into the bargain. But for this last one I saw, I risked it.
Nearby, I took this picture through the windows of a new cafe. Called Josephine’s Tea Room, 49 Upper Parliament St, Nottingham NG1 2AB.
I perused the menu on show in the window: Nutella on Toast £5.50, Scrambled Egg on Toast £6.00. Egg Benedict £9.00 add spinach for 50p. Porridge Oats £4.50 add sultanas or honey for £1. Pancake Porker Stack 5 pancakes with Dukes Hill ham and dripping with Maple syrup £8.50. Toast and Butter £1.50, this dish is suitable for vegetarians, two slices of bloomer with butter. White, unless you want brown add jam, marmalade, marmite or honey for £1, Nutella for £1.50. Open sandwiches from £8.75. Sides & Extras £1.00, Roddas Clotted Cream £1.00. Portion of Jam £0.50, Slice of white bread or brown bread £0.50, Ice cream a scoop £1.50. Other sauces £0.50.
I have to admit, I was impressed with the clientele inside, and there were a good few too. Upper Echelon Nottinghamians, obviously at these prices. Although when I peered into the window, a bit like Dickens ‘Oliver Twist’, I’d say half of the customers were students, the other half represented the few Conservative Voters left in Nottingham, you know: Noses up, little finger out when they drank and sneaking sugar sachets into their pockets and handbags. Just my kind of people. Hehehe!
I caught a 40 bus back to the flats. Tony from the apartments got on en route, and we had a gossiping session.
As the bus got on to the St Anns Well Road, Huntingdon Street traffic lights, I snapped a shot of the horrendous building in the background. Google tells me ICO Development Company are located in it? It’s a massive place, but so ugly to me. A little further along, there are these flats or apartments. Called Liberty Living. Another monstrosity to yours truly. This reminded me of Liberty-Global who bought Virgin Media and destroyed the connection at the same time!
I’d just put the camera back, and missed the van skidding at the traffic island in this photo on the right. Tsk!
We got off the bus back on Sherwood Rise and walked down to Chestnut Walk. We were moving as fast as we could, and the drizzle had turned to rain now. As we got to the foyer entrance, it stopped altogether.
Said our cheerios in the lift when Tony got out on the ninth floor, up to my flat and I took an SSPWW. Did the health checks and then one more SSPWW! Got the fodder away.
Made a brew and got the computer on to update this blog, after yet another SSPWW!
Prepared the nosh, no cooking involved. So it was easy.
It looked and tasted good, but for some reason, I ate very little of it? (Perhaps I’m pining for the missing Weevils? Hahaha!)
Washed the things up, had a wee-wee and got down in the recliner to watch a ‘Clarence DVD’.
2325hrs: I stirred, and lay there waiting for the brain to function and join in with the body into imitation-life. Which it did, with a single top-priority indication: “We need the Porcelain Throne – Now!”
I urged my mammoth-stomached body to allow me to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner with relative ease, and stumbled to the wet room, onto the Throne and did my duty. Messy evacuation. During which, I did not see a single EIBWBBB (Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle).
As I got up from the Throne, both of the ankles gave way. No falling over though, cause I reached out to stop myself from going over... and knocked the Protection Pants from the cabinet onto the floor instead. Oh, dearie me! I picked them up and back to the main room and had a closer inspection of the pins and tootsies of the now more fluid-filled Popeye looking legs.
Damned shame this has happened, cause now I will have to go back on the dreaded side-effect Furesomide tablets. Not good! Heaven knows what the Wee-wees will be like from here on. Still, my warts, blemishes, scars, welts, papsules, spots, growths and blood-swells had all changed again, which keeps the interest going. Hehehe!
Into the Hallway, and moved some stuff out into the spare room to make access for the plumbers/builders later when they arrive. No more bother from the ankles, no more mystery giving ways. Come think of it, I suppose the area of the ankles where the socks kept in the fluid swelling might have been the cause. They were the softer socks as well. Hey-ho!
Hello, I’m sneezing now! By gum, they are big uns too! Hope I don’t wake the neighbours up, it’s around 01:00hrs at the moment.
I got the Health Checks sorted.
By Jiminy, the Sys and Dia have gone up a lot? I took the medications but held back on taking the Furesomide after all, until I see how the fluid retention goes later. I’m genuinely not keen on going back on these tablets unless really needed.
I toyed with the idea of having some breakfast, noodles, porridge or Corn Flakes. But fetching the step-ladders and stick-grabber so I can get to the food, seemed just too much bother! Did you see that? My unplanned cunning plan to cut down on food! HaHa!
I got the noodles in because they were on sale at half-price!
Had a wee-wee, made a brew of tea and then I took these three photographs from the unwanted, unliked view & light-blocking new window. Getting wet in the incoming drizzle at the same time. Haha! One to the left, straight ahead and the last one to the right.
The mind thought about all those Nottinghamians out there. The young, the old, the shoplifters, muggers, pavement cyclist, patients and medical staff in the hospitals, speeding motorists, both Nottingham Policement on patrol. The street-sleepers. The lonely, the lost, the homeless, the rich, the poor, the demented, the greedy and my fellow incompetents. Just a thought!
I ventured out onto the creaking wooden slats in the balcony, opened the metal spring flap on the left side window Luckily I have a good supply of medical plasters!) and took this picture of the wet Chestnut Walk below.
Another wee-wee, and set about updating the Thursday diary. Got this finished at 03:00hrs and made a start on this one.
I went to make a mug of tea and get a finger-plaster on the cut thumb from my opening the balcony window. It happened again, this time only one ankle giving way. Using all of my remarkable quick-wittedness and physical dexterity, I avoided going over. (Ahem!) But did manage to clout my shoulder against the doorframe. Klutz! Sulking-Mode-Approaching.
This made me feel a little fed-up with myself.
So, I thought I’d get some brekkers after all. I got the stick-picker and got down one of the new, special offer half-price super-noodle pots down to try out.
I got the mushrooms, carrots, and peas in the crock-pot.
Sillily, I decided to photograph my efforts with the stick-grabber as getting the pot down… the second I took this shot, the Noodles flew out of the grabber, hit me on the head and bounced off of me and into the waste bin without touching the sides. Hahaha! No damage to me or the pot! Smug-Mode Adopted now!
Made the pot up, and watched a DVD on YouTube while I ate it.
I went on CorelDraw to make up the graphics again, then started to get them on the WP gallery to use later. Hours later I had to rush to get the ablutions done in time for the upgrading men to arrive.
All freshened up, I got the black bags to the waste chute, and finally got the header graphics and templates done for a couple of weeks or so, and the chaps arrived to do the upgrading work for me, bless em!
I did the CorelDraw graphicalisationing while the lads were here. Much drilling as is to be expected, but they got the job finished and had gone off for their nosh. They will return for me to sign-off. A lot of sorting and cleaning to do, but not today, its too late in the day for me.
Got the Cumberland Pie in the oven!
I think the pipework by the much-dreaded and feared plumbers is next to come. Shudder and Near-panic Mode Engaged at the thought!
So tired now, and a headache from the noise of the works. I had to stay in, in case the Clinic emailed about my erroneous missing of the last appointment. Klutz!
Did the Health Checks.
Got the nosh served up.
The ready-made Cumberland pie, onto which I added some grated extra-strong cheddar cheese, was A1. Along with the slow-cooker cooked vegetables; mushrooms, peas, and carrots made this one of my better efforts tastewise. I added some caramelised gravy granules to the crock-pot, avoiding the need for any salt to be used. Drained the veg and added it to the dish.
A Taste-Rating of no less than 9.2/10 was given.
As usual lately, I settled to watch an episode of the A-Team on channel 21 on the box. But, this time I stayed awake all the way through it! (The excitement of having the messy prep work done and having someone to talk to, perhaps?) Then, I even got ten-minutes into a Rumpole of the Bailey show… but that was it… Zzzz!
00:30hrs: After a most disturbed night trying to stay asleep (I’m sure I was awake more than resting all the time, Tsk!), I woke feeling drained and with the mind racing away over worries, concerns, etc. Within a minute or so, the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I struggled out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and off to the wet room. Where I remained for about ten-minutes, sat on the Throne.
Waiting not for the big evacuation to end, but the side-show of the wee-weeing to finish! A new LSPDOWWWSOPs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee-with-spurts-of-power) Mode this morning. I’d taken three of these over the next half an hour. Tsk! Cleaned-up, and returned to the recliner.
Where I found multiple signs of nocturnal nibbling. Guilt-Mode Adopted! No wonder I felt so tired, I must have been nipping to the kitchen cupboard and or fridge all night long!
The mind pretended to function, and I pondered over the needs of the day. Morrison food arriving twixt 06:00>07:00hrs, the nibbles and prizes need sorting for the Social Hour, this diary must get done before 05:00hrs, so I can get the ablutions done before the fodder delivery comes, the Laundry has to be fitted in somehow as well. Oh, and I have to get some filled Enoxaparin Syringes from the Chemist soon.
The mind gave up on me, and all I could think of was getting the Wednesday post done and posted.
Did the Health Checks and the medications were taken.
SYS and DIA down nicely. Overall a good set of results methinks.
Had a Wee-wee, and got on with updating the blog.
I had to go again a few minutes later, and this time I could not make it to the wet room in time. I had to use the stand-by emergency bin. The wee-wee took so long, I nearly fell back to sleep, stood-up! The sudden spurts in power were a little more abrupt, too. I was amazed at how filled the bin was. I’m so glad I didn’t take any Furosemide earlier!
Cleaned up again, and started the blog once more. Got it finished and posted off. Went on the WordPress Reader section, then, after another marathon wee-wee, I made a start on this blog.
Added some pictures to the Facebook Albums.
Ablutions tackled next. No shower, cause of the early hour. So a stand-up jobbie, like in my young deformative years (Hehe!), but with hot water and not having to heat water up on the stove… and the pleasure of not using a cut-throat razor but Bic disposables. Ah, and no ice forming on windows. And, having electricity supplied. I don’t really miss the old days that much! Hehehe! I left facecloths soaking in washing powder and disinfectant in the sink.
Had a look at the fluid containers (legs) to see if any new welts, boils, scars or bruises had arrived overnight.
All I could see that had altered was the blue mark on the shin had somehow wholly disappeared? Only to be replaced with a dark blue welt above the left ankle. Oh, and the fluid content difference between the pins!
Every day something different! Wasn’t that a catchphrase in an old advert on TV?
I departed the wet room, only to realise I had left my alarm wristlet and watch inside, so I returned to collect them.
And found just one very dead EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) with its legs seemingly shrunken? He or she was on the sink edge. If anyone can explain to me how, this dead weevil had appeared on the sink, five minutes or so after I had just put the clothes in to soak and it wasn’t there then… I would appreciate it. Baffled-Mode-Engaged!
The Morrison delivery arrived at 0700hrs. It looked like I’d gone over the top a bit again? Haha!
Readied the nibbles, raffle prizes and pressies. Left the cream cakes and wine in the fridge. Hopefully, I won’t forget to pick them up when I get out.
09:00hrs. Got the things checked and gathered and off to the jolly old Social Hour.
The fire door at the outer corridor end was wedged open, a door matt at flat 70 was in use, both of which I thought had been banned since Grenfell fire.
A mini obstacle course was manoeuvered around. Dropped some back bags down the waste chute, then down in the lift.
Dropped the bag of recyclables at the caretaker’s door. I didn’t disturb him, because he was on his mobile phone.
I took a snap of Winwood and Winchester Court.
The hobble along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. Handily placed WC. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin.
Before entering the shed, I snapped this shot of Winwood Court and Woodthorpe Court.
Not many folks at the Social this morning. But all seemed to enjoy themselves, and a few natters and laughs were enjoyed. I tried to wangle a gossip with Jenny, Nora, Doreen, Cyndy, Gaynor, John, Frank, and others.
I decided while in there, to get the laundry done. On the walk back, I saw how close the thirty-foot drop was to the new walkway we have to use until the turning circle for the buses is completed.
Hopefully, none of our alcoholic dipsomaniac residents will use it and topple over in doing so. Hahaha!
Access to the Woodthorpe Court entrance looked a bit dodgy as I limped in the drizzle along Chestnut Walk.
It must be terrible to getting access for the delivery drivers.
When I got in the foyer, I checked to see if any machines were free, and both were. So I hastened up to the flat and brought down the washing and got the short cycle going.
As I went back up, Nora got out of the lift with her washing too. We had a short natter as best as two auditorily challenged people could. The wee-wees had reverted to the SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) style.
Up and started to update this blog until it was time to go down and move the togs to the dryer. It was lovely to see, Mo, Gaynor and Big John sat there in the lobby. I got the clobber into the dryer. Much mirth, merriment, chinwagging, reminiscing and laughter flowed between us. Nora came down to move her washing to the dryer. I checked, and my stuff was almost dry enough. We had another laugh and natter between all five of us, as I removed and packed up my washing and cleaned the filter and helped Nora get her things into the dryer. Nora also helped me, when I dropped some socks on the floor, bless her.
I departed the company I was enjoying and back up to the apartment. Noticing a new poster on the lift foyer wall.
Had an SSWW. Got the oven warming for the meal.
The door chime rang out. It was the workmen who are calling tomorrow to do the pipework fitting and prepping for the Sprinkler System.
They told me they would move the heavy stuff for me. I thanked them both. And updated this blog to here, and got the nosh cooking proper.
Now the weariness came in floods. I could have worded that better!
I managed to view a complete episode of the ‘A-Team’ before nodding off!