Inchcock Today: Monday 18 Jan 16: Yet another busy day

I woke up several times during the night and nodded off again. Eventually getting up around 0445 hrs.

To the WC and boy did the haemorrhoids bleed, passing was painful.Made a cuppa and took my medications. Then checked the calendar diary to make sure I knew what I was to do today. Not that I'll remember later mind, so I wrote the jobs down.

• Walk into Sherwood and catch a bus to the City Hospital and the GUM clinic for a check-up on 'Little Inchy'.

• Chemists to collect the trunkload of prescriptions. Hehe!

• Back to the flat for 1400 hrs. Joel from Occupational Therapy is calling to see me some time after 1400hrs; I have to sign some paperwork?

• If time; Get some potato cakes.

Going to be hard sorting out the timing to get everything in order thinks. Then I got Blogger going and a Big - I say Big... Whoopsiedangleplop occurred!

I opened the Sunday diary to finish it off and managed to lose the whole post! Not sure how I did it, but I couldn't get it back!

Realising I had lost all that work, and couldn't remember what it was I'd written or had happened annoyed me somewhat!

So I set about doing this diary and decided to recall what I could of the dream I wrote about yesterday. 

Luckily the graphicalisation of the dream I'd done was still available on my hard drive and reminded me of some bits of it.

Duncan Robertson, my cyber friend, had called to see me. He came in and threw me over the flat's balcony, came down and picked me up and took me back to the apartment, then threw me out again!

His lobbing me out of the flat he repeated for hours and hours.

I wish I could remember more of this dream. In the dairy for Sunday that I lost, I'm sure I did eight paragraphs or more about it.

Something humourous happened as he left me in his car, but can I remember what now? No! 

Tsk!

It took me many hours getting that diary for Sunday how I wanted it too; Very vexatious.

I still had the photograph on my drive, of the weather viewed from the kitchen window. I recall being pleased watching the dogs with their wagging tails walking their owners out in the snow, and hoping when I had to go out this morning that the snow will have cleared a bit.

I set about doing this diary but found many things awkward to get right.

Now I remember why I went on to using Wordpress. But that will not let me use the old editor, and I can't get used to using their new one. Tsk!

Last night's nosh was superlative. Potato cakes, Anya potatoes, crisp chips, beetroot with orange peel, carrots, garden peas and Smoked kippers in vegetable sauce with Irish Sour bread.

Followed by a mini pot of ice-cream.

Had to give this one another high score rating, 9.55/10.

Nearly 0600 hrs now. I must get a good wash and treat 'Little Inchy' in readiness for my visit to the GUM clinic at the City Hospital.

Made sure I'd got my camera, bus-pass, crossword book, pen, cash and mobile phone in my pockets.

I got the three bins emptied and bagged up ready to take to the chute on my way out later.

I feel confident I will not forget this task. (Ahem).

Toyed with trying to get into the old editor on Wordpress, and attempted to get back the lost Blogger Diary - had no luck with either!

Got a wash and brushed up, tended to the haemorrhoids that were bleeding rather a lot this time.

Little Inchy? No blood whatsoever! Hurrah!

Then got me looking presentable, and checked on the internet for the times of the 40 bus. 1005hrs and 1035hrs it said.

So I got a move on (of sorts) and down and walked to the bus stop in plenty of time for the 1005hrs bus. Arrived at the stop by 0950hrs.

Stood there for 35 minutes before a bus came. 

Had I read it wrong?

Had the timetable changed?

Tsk!

Eventually, it arrived, and I was at the hospital shortly and in plenty of time for my appointment.

Booked in, and got on with doing the crossword book.

They called me in for my eleven o'clock appointment at 1135hrs!

The lady and the student who took me into a room said, after looking up my paperwork ad computer read-out; "We'd better get a doctor to see you, hang on here and we'll get one for you"?

After a while, a doctor came in and asked me all about my problem again.

He then took me into a treatment room and had a ponder at 'Little Inchy'. He was kind enough not to laugh.

After a few minutes, he advised me to carry on with the same treatment.

So, out to catch the bus into Carrington to get me the large bag of medications.

The coat zip got stuck as I went out into the cold.

Double Tsk!

I called into the launderette next door to the chemist and had a chinwag with Grizelda.

She took a hammer to the coat zip and got it freed for me. Bless her. I gave her some nibbles and my thanks.

Out to the Lidl store and bought some cheese cobs and pots of porridge.

Then out to the bus stop and waited.

And waited.

Got on into Sherwood and walked up and over the hill and into Woodthorpe Grange Park, as I'd just missed the L9 up to the flats.

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Inchcock Today Sat 16 January 2016: The TV had some good proggies on it, shame cause I nodded off too soon again. Huh!

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Saturday 16th January 2016

I stirred an hour after finally getting off to sleep; it was around 0400hrs. Anne Gina was rampant again. Tsk!

T'was good news in the bathroom, though. 'Little Inchy' had hardly bled at all, no blood from the rear end and Arthur Itis was not as bad as yesterday in the knees.

As I was doing my ablutions, some part of the dream I'd had came back to me, not a lot mind. The puzzle to me was, as I'd only had an hours kip, how did I find time to dream? Hehe!

Seems I was running about on the tops of building again, trying, I think to get into them? But each time I gained entry, I'd vacillate then try to gain entry by another door, chimney or removing roof tiles? Patti Beckert appeared at one time, and started to paint me on the roof?Very odd this one was.

Made a cuppa, took my medications, then cleaned up last night's mess I'd left from cooking me grub.Clearing away the stuff, I took a photo of the Branston Smokey BBQ sauce I'd bought yesterday and tried with my evening meal.It is exquisite and tangy.

I can recommend it to anyone who likes BBQ flavoured stuff. I got it from Sainsburys.

I set about finishing Thursday's blog and starting this one off.

The calls to the porcelain were frequent and a little irritating, but getting to the bathroom was easier each time, as the arthritis was less bothersome this morning.

I started doing some Facebooking.

Tried to sort the WordPress to allow me to use the old style editor again, no luck. Using Blogger for my Diaries, and Wordpress for all the other stuff at the moment.

Spent some time trying to find a way of adding a like button to Blogger, there is some advice on how to do it, but it is in HMTL and I'm not intelligent enough to grasp how to do it yet. Huh!

Did some more Facebooking and then some graphics for WordPress.

Not one of my best, though!

I created an ode about seeking my final epitaph.I thought it was okay as humour and satire go, but not one of my best.

The stomach started churning.

Despite my physical inactivity and no walks or exercise.And Arthur Itis was being kind to me today.Anne Gina, on the other hand, was determined to give me bother; And doing a good job of it. Tsk!

Decided to get my nosh prepared a little earlier than I normally would.I made a little too much again. Seasoned baked beans, Anya potatoes, Irish Potato Farls, bacon, chestnuts, sour bread and a mini potato pie. A bit of fruit to follow.

Rated this one 9.2/10, the little meat and potato pie let it down. Hey-ho.

I scrapped an awful lot of uneaten fodder into the bin and cleaned up the kitchen.

With the darkness coming on it made a decent photo from the kitchen window.

I then tried to amend the colour on the attrition box on Blogger, and made such a mess of it and couldn't get it back to how I wanted it! Humph!

I lost about three hours before I got the 'Like' button back on, but couldn't change some of the colours of the text'.

I might have made a mistake in coming back to Blogger - as the edit function was not working visually all day.

Well, peed off with it now.

Got settled to watch the google-box and naturally nodded of nicely.

Woke up every half hour or so again.

Getting fed-up with this as well now.

TTFN all.