Inchcock Today – Wednesday 11th December 2019: Poorly, Plutonian and pitiful day! Hey-ho!

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Wednesday 11th December 2019

Portuguese: Quarta-Feira 11 Dezembro 2019

01Dec 11

22:00hrs: Woke up early, but then again I fell asleep early, too. The Hum, the droning grinding, piss-offing, tormenting wind-like howling sound was the loudest as I can ever remember it being. At one stage it sounded like an old tube radio that had been left on full volume, and the station had gone off the air! Argh! I later found a map of ‘The Hum’ reported locations. The UK seems to be getting the worst of it… nothing new there! They say only 6% of the population can hear it. Lucky sods those who can’t!

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I rose with ease, got the stick and went for a wee-wee. Which turned out to be a rare PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode. However, the EQ cautioned me to fetch the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-wee-Bucket) into the front room near the computer. Because things felt a little out-of-order in the urination-storage tank department this morning, and I felt sure it would be well-used later on.

I abandoned the comfort of the £300, second-hand, c1968, abhorrent, nauseous beige-coloured, rickety recliner, rose on my feet and grabbed the four-pronged walking stick. Yet again the balance was reasonable, no Shaking Shaun, no Dizzy Dennis, the right-side Peripheral neuralgia seemed calm, too. The finger-end failing sensory neurotransmitters were shaking the fingers, but I would never have known without looking at them. This later made my brewing-up a mug of tea interesting. Only Duodenal Donald was in a bad mood at this moment.

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I took a couple of pictures of the moon.

Into the kitchen, and got the kettle on. Took the medications, dropped the jammies pants and massaged some Phorpain Gel into Arthur Itis’s knees. Had a swig or two of the pathetically inept, picayune, Peptac ulcer medicine. Made the tea, then went back to the front room and to get the computer on.

I seemed to be doing well manoeuvrability wise. Amour-Propre-Mode-Adopted!

Got on with finalising the Tuesday Inchcock. Despite the finger-end insensitivity to touch, I got it finished in record time! That sounds impressive, doesn’t it? Truth is, I only had one last photograph to go on, so that saved the time, not me. Hehehe! I got it sent off to Facebook. Then went on the WordPress Reader. Some excellent posts and photographicalisations on today.

Next, I visited the TFZer Facebook page for a couple of hours.

I went on to make some graphics and tomorrow’s template. (4 hours!) That took a while. The nerveless fingers are playing up. Then I got some bags of treats ready in case Sister Jane and Brother-in-Law Pete call tomorrow. (That’s the same xyrophobia-suffering, philargyrist Brother-in-Law Pete), who broke the recliner and stole my valuables on the pretence of keeping them safe, while I was in the hospital stroke ward.

WD 0.30.0B I got the black bags made-up and taken to the waste chute at the other end of the floor’s lift lobby. Coming back out of the cubby-hole, Dizzy Dennis attacked! A bad one, I had to wait for ten minutes or so, before I dare walk back to the flat. I realised later that I was looking down the chute just before Dennis visited? I was feeling a lot better as I got through the flat door.

WD 0.30.0B Out of the blue, I had to rush to the wet room, I was bilious. I cleaned the porcelain up, but did not move, I sat down on the throne, I was still feeling a tad nauseous. No more bother, so I went and made a mug of tea, to try and get rid of the horrid taste in my throat from the spewing up. I also took some Peptac.

WDA 0.30.0 I got the ablutionalisationing done. A few dropsies, a couple of little tiny cuts shaving, but the worst, was a painful left foot big toe stubbing! The legs were a tad rougher again, no walking you see!

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Dizzy Dennis decided for me, I would give up on the computerisationing and cleaning I’d planned. Another heavy bout of the dizzies, during which I clouted my shoulder against the door frame. I decided to stop everything and just sit down in the none-working Brother-in-Law knackered recliner. Writing this, reminded of the visit tomorrow. The radio said it could be -2° in the morning. And how I was feeling, I may ask them to leave calling until another time. Then, the sneezing started!?!? I soon fell asleep. Dreaming of a cat named Loki, playing in deep snow with me.

WD 0.30.0B I shot awake a couple of hours later, and somehow thought of the Global-Liberty Virgin Media shit-head boss, who is cutting the service on Friday for about 5-6 hours! This forced me to get up and back on the computer. I wanted to finish this early, so I could get some template graphics from the web before it goes down. As Virgin put it: We’re doing some important maintenance work in your area – We know how important it is for your brilliantly fast and reliable Virgin Media services… Hang on! I’ll double-check that; Yep, Brilliantly fast and reliable Virgin Media service? Hahahahahahaha! Wackerplonkers!

There was no need for meal-making tonight, I couldn’t face one. I did have a drink of Orange Juice and nibbled a few nuts, but now as I settle to do CorelDrawing work, the stomach is grinding now! I may have caught a bug. Tsk!

I changed my mind, I thought I’d close this and post it off now. Then if I do fall asleep and wake up with no internet service, it will be done first. Fingers crossed!

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Inchcock Today – Tuesday 10th December 2019: Liberty-Global Virgin Media service, derisory!

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Tuesday 10th December 2019

Afrikaans: Dinsdag 10 Desember 2019

01Dec 10

WDP 08L02bWD 60.25.0 22:30hrs: Woke up, climbed out of the £300, second-hand recliner, hobbled-gingerly for a wee-wee, feeling dizzy. Found that I’d left the hot water tap running, and stubbed my toe against the shower chair. A good start! The balance was fair enough as I got up, but the saccade made my getting to the wet room a little precarious. I was walking into and banging against walls, doorframes etc. a little too often for my liking. Of course, it may not be the eyes, I imagine there is a change that it will be a combination of the saccade and the peripheral neuropathy’s autonomic nerves, not getting the distances right, or failing to tell the brain? But I’m only guessing. Very unsettling when this happens, which is every day, but for differing lengths of time, from a few seconds to hours. This morning’s appearance was a gleefully short one. Phew!

2Tue04While in the wet room, I gave Arthur Itis’s knees a good rubbing with the Phorpain Gel, even though he was not giving much hassle, I thought this was an empirically wise decision. (Arthur can be so changeable, Haha!) I believe my doing this energetic applying, seem to have brought a bit of colour back into the legs, too. The varicose, tibial and spider veins. The clopidogrel maculations were all hiding away under the skin? Indeed, the legs looked almost normal! The ailments other than these were all being calm at this moment. (But, give them time!) In fact, the legs even looked practically the same size; a rarity for my pins! Which was most acceptable, to me!

WD 60.25.0 When I got to the kitchen, I became aware of the windy, howling, droning noise from all around the building. This is something that affects a lot of people in the country. But the question of what is causing it gets many different answers.

I had a go at a ‘Night-Panorama’ photographicalisationing, despite the bitterly cold biting wind hitting me right in the mush, and rainwater dripping on my head, as I opened the unwanted, light & view-blocking new window, and trapped my finger. A hero, I know! Hehehehe! I came out a bit better than yesterday’s, so I put it on parlayed. So you can see all the pretty lights that we Nottinghamian’s up at the mysterious humming, droning noise surroundings, of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, can view. With windows that cannot be reached to wash, only one lift working, a fire alarm I cannot hear, and a leaking hot water tap! The dwellings inmates believe it emanated from somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole. We believe it slipped into our universe, through a tear in the fabric of space & the black-hole of the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, depression, & hallucination, replete! Just thought I’d mention it, like.

2Tue02

It’s cold in the flat, yet the new super-storage heaters that nobody knows how to set correctly, are all on? Ah, yes, it’ll be the windows letting in the wind through the designer holes and gaps. Humph! I got on the computer and started to do the Tuesday post updating.

WD 60.25.0 And guess what? Thank You, Mr Fries!

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2Tue05WDP 4LI just had to abandon the computerisationing, and went and got the handwashing done. I was feeling dejected. About the internet’s, farce and unreliability. With the assistance of the ineptitude of that obnoxious, overpaid, swine of a Steven Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice-Chairman of Liberty-Global Virgin media the international television and broadband company, that in my experience, only BT are worse than.

WD 60.25.0f A reet cockup of an Accifauxpa when I was emptying the bowl. The bloody Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing kicked off – it couldn’t have done it at a worse time either! I had to use the right hand because of the weight of the bowl, the neurotransmitter failed to inform the brain, the dancing started, and somehow or other, I managed to drop the bowl of soapy water over me, the floor and the waste bins! I had the four-pronged stick to hand and clung onto the sink unit. Eventually, as the idiopathic dancing died down, I stepped away from the sink, stick in hand, skidded on the water, 2Tue11ended up (Luckily as it turns out) going over and landing on the black bags! Which broke my fall, and kept me out of the water a bit. Gorrit all done and sorted, and felt pretty good at coping with it. I leant out of the window (I’ll be bungee jumping again at this rate!) and took this photo of Chestnut Walk and area, below. Then changed into dry clothing. Humph!

WD 60.25.0 There’s still no internet!

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2Tue08I decided to get the peas seasoned with salt and demerara sugar and into the saucepan.

WDP 03LWD 60.25.0f A bit of a gaff when I was opening the can of peas, regrettably. These Morrison’s garden peas, I’d forgot about them not having ring-pull openers. So I had to use the 2Tue10dangerous and tin and flesh-tearing qualities, tin-opener!

The potatoes seasoned with just light Soy sauce. The Chestnut mushrooms were cut in the tomato slicer, and in the pan with balsamic and distilled vinegar and a drop of Balsamic vinegar. But they never taste strong. They might make me a liar yet though, I’m leaving them to marinate in their individual flavourings, for hours!

I tried the internet again and Yee-Hee! It was back on, but, slow!

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But at least I could crack on with the updating again! A hard slog, but at least the fingertips autonomic nerves were only occasionally playing up. Else it might have taken until about mid-October 2025 to get it done. Haha!

I was feeling a little parsimonious with my thoughts of any goodwill to all men, and a smidge downhearted. As phlyarologists go, I must be due an award of some sort soon, surely?

But I got the post sent off, went on Pinterest, WordPress Reader and the TFZer Facebook page.

I had a check to see if the Amazon keyboard is likely to arrive soon. But it was still far away according to the tracker. So I decided to pay the ILC’s Interview and Interrogation cell room a visit. I had some jars with lids for Sturmscharfhreress, Warden Julie. And some cream cakes for them. I got the cakes from the fridge. And picked up the books and DVDs for the charity table.

Then made my way down in the lift. Both elevators now working again, by the way. A lady got off to post a card for someone. I held the door for a few seconds until she returned to the cage. We had little chinwag (Nice!), and down and along the link passage. I could see the rain and wind outside, Brrr! No answer to my tap on the cell door, lights were off. So I dropped the freebies at the table in the big Social Room. Had a chat with one of the new residents, and handed jar with a lid to the new gal for Julie as I passed by the Kamp Commandants Office. Haha!

2Tue12Back along the Winwood Court part of the link-passage, and out of the warmth, through the end swipe door, into the chilly, nae, twas a cold Woodthorpe Court lift lobby.

I checked the food, and with imminent expectations of the Keyboard arriving anytime soon, I turned down the heat on the saucepans. I didn’t want to start eating and have to accept the box while doing so.

1Mon 01I had another check on the Amazon Tracker. Not that I want it in a hurry or anything, just nice to know so that I can plan the meal.

I had a look at the local news on the web.

  • Thieves broke into a Nottingham home and stole two high-value vehicles from the drive. The victim’s Range Rover and Aston Martin were stolen, along with watches and jewellery from the property, near the Queens Medical Centre. In Nottingham? How surprising!
  • An odd-job man was caught with a blade, cannabis and stolen identity papers – including one of a young woman. The offences led to a nine-week prison term, suspended for a year, for Sylvester Kaminski. A nine-week prison term, suspended for a year? That’ll scare him into going legit – I bet!

 

I had to stop reading the local newspaper site, as I could smell a strong aroma of mint, and had to investigate the cooking on the stove!

2Tue13I had to turn off all the pans on the stove, or the food would have been burnt by the time I get around to preparing and eating it. It still might be. I’m unsure about if they will stand reheating when it come to my roasting the Maple BBQ Pork Loin Steaks? The use-by-date on the packet is for today.

After doing another check on Amazon Tracker. Oh, some good news (I think), the driver is only nine-drops away!

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I got the lamb in the oven on a low light (heat), then I popped back on the TFZer Facebooking.

The delivery arrived, with the chap looking a little frazzled around the edges, so I gave him a mini bottle of wine, offered the seasons greetings, and told him not to drink it while he was driving and farewell! It cheered hime up anyway, that was te plan.

2Tue14I got down to the serious task of preparing and serving the nosh. It proved to be worth all the extra washing up. And, I got the seasoning right for once. A Flavour Rating of 9.2 for this one! The the Maple BBQ Pork Loin Steaks tasted just great, spot-on! Mushrooms and garden peas, beetroot and the potatoes all good. Even the Spanish slicing tomatoes were juicy. (Bit of a surprise there!)

WDP sleepLWashed-up, and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, to watch some TV.

Zzzz!

 

Inchcockski: Mon 9 Dec 2019: Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun, and an embarrassingly timed Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, ruined the day!

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Monday 9th December 2019

Swedish: Måndag 9 December 2019

01Dec 09

23:55hrs: I opened my Saccades-ridden eyes, and life looked like an old flickering early movie in colour! I needed a wee-wee but left it until the eye-jumping had died down before attempting to move. By then, the Porcelain Throne was also in demand.

Extracting my bulky but blubbery body-mass from the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner and off to the wet room, was unusual in its ease and speed. I’d got into and onto the throne, before it dawned on me, just how I’d hobbled with such ease! The evacuation was as good as they come, there was little bleeding, hardly any pain, and the cistern coped with the torpedo-shaped and sized waste first flush! I washed the dandies, wiped the contact points with antiseptic disinfectant and off (rather nimbly for me too) to the kitchen.

I and got the camera on the legs, which were looking like someone else’s this morning Hehe! They had lost many of their bulges, lumps and blotches. The varicose, spider and saphenous veins could hardly be seen! I couple of new blood-papsules coming up, mind.

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Flipping pale this Monday! One leg still retained a lot more fluid than the other. But the most astonishing things were that I found, was Arthur Itis, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Back-Pain-Brenda, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald, were all but painless at the moment! No wonder I was moving about so well! However, my EQ told me, I would soon become irritated and hassled about something? There are times this gift of a high EQ, can be so disturbing! Humph!

1Mon 01WD 51.51.153 WD 51.51.153a Then I opened the unwanted and unliked, light & view-blocking window to take a shot of the rather prettily-lit view. And the wind nearly blew me backwards! The window blew in and clouted me on the shoulder. I would have dropped the camera, but for having the camera wrist strap on! Boy, it was vicious!

It was a little early to take the medications yet. I made a brew, and an unexpected blotch of enthusiasm to get the blog updating done came. I assumed due to the Winwood Court photographing taken yesterday, ad the knowledge that it will be a long grind getting them in, with the right-hand’s sensory nerve-ends dying, and getting a little worse each day. So, with determination, I took the brew and got on the computer.

WD 51.51.153 But:

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I waited a while, thinking it might come back on… Fool! I turned off the computer, then back on, and the internet came on with it, but it was so slow! I made a start and downloaded the camera SD card to the Photograph folder.

WD 51.51.153 Then tried to upload to WordPress, and…

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I pressed the much-used, probably the most used button on the Virgin box worldwide, the reset button. I had the same trouble with BT years ago, that’s why I moved to Virgin. What a ‘Mistaka-to-maka!’

I turned the computer then the Virgin box off altogether. Made another brew, took the medications, passed-wind and returned to the computer. I turned back on everything and waited as the Liberty-Global Virgin Media box failed to ignite any activity with the internet. A good fifteen minutes later, I pressed the dreaded rest button again on the V-box.

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Just like that, twenty minutes later, I got the signal back! The slow signal!

WDP 08L02bWD 51.51.153 Then, I realised with it going down in the first place, it hadn’t saved any of my work already done! I was well miffed, peeved-off and feeling in-the-dumps, now! I assume this incident is what the EQ was warning me of? I hope so anyway, I can’t take any more adiaphorous activity!

WD 51.51.153 I stupidly started on this blog, totally forgetting about updating the Sunday post! What a schlimazel!

So, I belatedly started the Sunday updating. Umph! It had taken me six-hours with all the internet connection problems, to get the post finalised. Irritable would be the word for how I felt!

I went on the WordPress reader, and put some stuff on the TFZer FacebookinWDP 4GRg. Got carried away and the time is flying by after the bad start. Thank you, Mr Fries!

WD 51.51.153 I was doing some graphicalisationing, well, about to begin, and…

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Argh!!! So I got the things ready and got the ablutionalisationing done. Humph!

T’was a grand session. Dropsies only five! Oh, Yes! No toe-stubbing. No shaving cuts, or sock-glide injuries either! I didn’t even drop the soap! All spruced up and dressed. Got the black bags made and off to the waste chute.

WD 51.51.153 Bit of a Dizzy Dennis en route back to the flat. I’ve noticed I get them often when I am bending forwards or looking down? I made up the recycling bag and took it with me on the way out. I met Stewart, the caretaker, and he took it from me to take to the bin for me. Nice of him, that was!

1Mon04WD 51.51.153 Checked for things missed, not done or done that shouldn’t have been in the flat (several times, Huh!) and down the lift to the large Winwood Social Room. It took a while, as there is only the one lift working again!

I dropped some stuff off at the ILC Holding cell an office, and went in the big room and got the crossword book out.

WD 51.51.153 Young, Welsh William walked in on his way back to his flat, and quipped, as he saw me crosswording, “Ah, you’re trying to look intelligent, don’t bother!” Hehehe! This, for some reason, set-off a panic attack; “Am I going out when a delivery is expected today?” I had no option but to walk all the way back through Windwood to Woodthorpe Court, back up the one elevator and into the apartment to check on the Google calendar when the delivery was due. Time was getting short of catching the bus… I discovered the deliveries are both for tomorrow. Phew! Then I had to hasten back down and along Chestnut Way to the bus stop! All this palava, to get a sourdough baguette, Haha!

1Mon05I joined the huddle of Winwoodonians at the shelter, as the buses were due to arrive. Luckily they were both a couple of minutes late. The Arnold-bound bus arrived, and 90% of the gang got on this one. The City-bound one came afterwards, and we piled on it. I only rode up 1Mon06the hill for about three bus stops and got off near Woodborough Road. I got off and walked along to the Aldi store. The sun was intense but had no heat with it this afternoon.

1Mon07As I was going into the shop, I had a dizzy spell again. Getting a bit regular these are, Mmm!

As I got inside and went to get a basket to use, this is the scene I noticed, near the entrance. Naughty! Fire extinguishers were inaccessible behind the shopping thingies! I started the shopping by going to the Sourdough baguettes. Then bread thins, tinned garden peas, Cox’s apples, small potatoes, some packs of cooked meats, cashew nuts, and went to the checkout.

WD 51.51.153 Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun attacked as I was in the queue. Then, while I was being served, I had to suffer the embarrassment of a rather forceful version of the right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance! It was a short one but left me feeling a little vague. I cannot recall anything until I had got outside. I found the receipt in the bag. So I must have paid, Haha!

1Mon09

I walked along to Mapperley Rise, passing the old car showrooms, that had been used as a Garden Centre, and was seemingly now being used by an Arthur Daley copycat? I cannot recall taking these two photographs at all? All looking very like an Edward Heath enterprise to me? Haha!

WD 51.51.153 The head was clearing of confusion; until I got on the hill going down to Sherwood. Then I started going all dizzy and feeling out of it again. Keeping my balance was nigh-on impossible as I clung on to the trolley for grim life, but it wasn’t any help this time. I had the nouse to just stop, which was not easy on one of Nottingham’s steepest hills with uneven paving! I just leant against a wall for half-an-hour or so, until I felt well and brave enough to continue hobbling precariously (and ultra-slowly) down to the flats.

WDP 02LcRThere may be a clue as to the problems like this. I was going downhill, looking down when this took place? The same last month, with the falls, although in the flat. I was looking down both times when I toppled forwards and onto the deck?

I did notice that as I got to the flats along Chestnut Walk, I felt a lot more like myself, and the dizzies cleared altogether as I got on the flat bit of the road? The Doctor’s for me, I’ll make an appointment tomorrow, if I can get through on the phone, and if I can hear what the receptionist is saying. It might be best to use the email?

1Mon09aAnother mystery photograph I found on the SD card. Taken I think, on Mapperley Rise?

I got in the flats and limped through the linking corridors and Winwood Court, into the lift lobby. Still only the one lift working, but no one was around, and I was soon up in the flat, and off for an SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) wee-wee, and anointed the Arthur Itis knees with loads of well-rubbed-in Phorpain gel.

1Mon11A lot of bumph had been posted while I was out. As I bent to pick them up (the picker stick has broken, a new one needed desperately – but who keeps forgetting – Inchcock does, the fool!), it occurred to me, I was stooping and reaching out, and no signs of any Dizzy Dennis bother? This pu1Mon09bzzled me, as I bet it will the medics, too!

Washed, and got the goods stored away. I got some potatoes in the saucepan, on the boil. Then got the Dagwood sarnies made up. On the bread thins that I’d bought. I used the tomato slicer on a red and the black tomatoes used. Adding generous slices of cooked turkey and adding some onion-salt. Opened a can of 1Mon10garden peas adding demerara sugar). Put some beetroot on the plate. A lemon-curd yoghourt on the tray, a cox’s apple and a bottle of fresh orange juice.

I prayed that the appetite would stay with me! (It did too!)

WDPT02LAdded the evening doses of medications, and a swig of the ineffective, wishy-washy, impuissant medicines. This repast was served up and got enthusiastically ingurgitated. With no dizzies! All gobbled up with relish! Flavour Rating: 6.25/10 given.

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Xyrophobia Pete: posting his pools off before he won the £658,000 last August

I washed the pots up (No hand-washing again, idle git!). And settled down in the recliner. The one that xyrophobia-suffering, con-man and Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, and erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet seven-months later). Of course, I’ll never get them all back, he’s given some of the money to charity, and that he’s banked will not be returned I suppose. Tsk!

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I opted for one of my all-time favourite films to watch on the DVD; Inspired from (Genius) H.G. Wells’ 1901 novel ‘The First Men In The Moon’. It was made I think, in 1964. I can certainly recall watching it at the cinema when it came out. Lionel Jeffries played his part to perfection all the way through. The entertainment value, memory provoking, and desire to go back and do things right this time, were all activated!

It brought back recollections of a young Meadow’s (Medders) lass, who I went to the cinema with, Caroline. We went to see it at the now long gone, Gaumont Cinema in Nottingham. I had to fork-out 7/- (3/6d each – 17½p) to get us in!  Ahh, memories. I looked up the current prices at the Showcase cinema today, £8.80 to £9.75. How 17½p are in that total? I’d work it out if I knew how to.

No falling asleep watching this one! As it finished, I did dose-off. But kept waking up for a few times, (four or five at least- Humph!) before giving up, and getting up.

Inchcockski – Sunday 8th December 2019: Far less mingent activity today, Hehe!

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Sunday 8th December 2019

Maltese: Il-Ħadd 8 ta ‘Diċembru 2019

01Dec 08

23:15hrs: I woke to find the brain clinomania affected. Slowly, dilatorily turning from a deep sleep, into a mock-activation mode. At least the brain was working: ‘Josie’s meal to do today’, Ocado delivery twixt 0600 > 0800hrs’. It didn’t get far, as the need for a wee-wee arrived, and this meant the moving of the flobby-bellied yet rhinoceros-sized short tubby body, from the £300, c1968, rickety recliner.

WD 250.0.250 Argh! A brand new pain was stinging me, the right side of the chest and shoulder. No idea what it is, but most likely I’d been sleeping in some sort of warped, bent position. Getting up was more manageable today, and I’d left the four-pronged walking stick handily next to the Ottoman. (Why can’t I always do this?)

Off to the kitchen, got the kettle on and took the medications with some orange juice. I got the hiccups pretty bad, which lasted for half an hour or so, then stopped? The chest and shoulder were still aching sharply. Made the brew and off to the computer.

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This made things go slower than ever. At times it would not let me upload any photographs, or just froze for differing lengths of time. Gribble-Crap! But, I had a banal persistent in me this morning and pressed on. Moaning and grumblingly, I admit! Hours later, I got the post finalised, Phew, worra struggle! Thanks, Mr Fries!

The wee-wees were persistent, all of the WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) mode. I sent some pictures to Pinterest, then went on the WordPress Reader. Next, on to the TFZer Facebooking.

Nearly time to get the ablutions done, and the EQ was telling me to expect problems.

WDP 13LWD 250.0.250 I had to stop suddenly on the computerisationing when Saccades Sandra started off. There was no way I could cope with typing and or the screen flashing. The loss of eye-control was a little unnerving. Vision blurring badly as the eye-nerves were sending and twitching then every which way! I had concerns about risking shaving now. But I’ll give a cautious try. Off to the wet room, I doddered.

WDP08LWell, if ever I deserved a few moments of Inner-Smugness, it was after doing the ablutionalisationing! It went amazingly well! Dropsies, only four, toothbrush, razors (2) and unfortunately, a bottle of disinfectant when I was cleaning up afterwards, and it split open (plastic bottle). But no bother to clean up, although it was too early to use the shower cause of the noise. So I took water from the sink and rinsed it away, and dried the liquid with paper towels, using my left foot. So I didn’t have to go down on my knees and get stuck down there again. (No nurses to come to save and rescue me today, Haha!) No teeth-cleaning cuts, no shaving cuts! Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding! Fair enough, I did get the odd bruise out of the Sock-Glide usage!

7Sun01WD 250.0.250 After I’d got the socks on, I realised that the left leg had more water-retention than the right one. But, I soon had a message from my EQ, and all became clear as to why this had happened. It has to be the Peripheral neuropathy’s Synapse, (The area between nerve cells or neurons that transmits nerve impulses that are dying) are not getting the messages to the brain? This would explain the legs, almost several times a day changes? In degrees of the Clopidogrel, Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis (DVT), and iliac, femoral, and varicose vein conditions? Oh, I love it when I can get a chance to sound knowledgable and intelligent. I’d be lost without the internet, yer know. Hehehe!

WD 250.0.250 The chest and shoulder pains are still with me. Tsk! I meandered with the stick into the kitchen to make another brew, and the intercom lit up. It was the Ocado delivery man. I gathered the returnable carrier bags and went to the door as he arrived. The chap put them in the hallway for me, we had a friendly litt7Sun02le short natter – but I’d not the hearing-aids in, so I’m not sure what we spoke about, but he laughed, so I did, as he departed. I took the bags one at a time into the kitchen and put the kettle on again, and took a photo of the delivery after I’d emptied the packages, and laid the nosh out, then realised there was no paperwork or email with details to check if anything is missing or not with? Ah, well! Here are some snaps I took of the products I purchases, including some luxury items for Julie and myself.

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The message on the smoked Haddock had made me smile. ‘Atlantic Dyed Smoked Haddock Fillets’ I should hope they have died! Oh, I am a clot at times! Hahaha!

7Sun08WD 250.0.250 I noticed that the Scilician black tomatoes had ‘Fully Recyclable Packaging written on the box. Minutes later, I turned and saw the recyclable tomato bag actually moving to the hot mug of tea, and clinging around the mug, for dear life! I had a job pulling it off without spilling the tea, but I coped with it. ‘Smug-Mode-Engaged’ again!

7Sun12WDPH01L3I had a quick bash on the TFZer Facebook site, before getting Josie’s dinner cooked. Chickpeas in tomato-puree and passata. Two pieces of smoked Haddock, beetroot, cheesy-potatoes, sliced tomatoes, crispy onions, mushrooms and a Limoncello dessert, with a few nibbles, and a Black Tomato for her to have later in the week. Oh, and a can of Gin & Tonic. We had a quick natter and she let me take the photograph as I delivered the meal.

Then back to the flat and to the Porcelain Throne. A messy, bloody, painful, but usual evacuation. Had a wee-wee, and got the camera, and set off on a photographicalisationing visit to the Winwood Court rooftop leisure centre.

7Sun26Out, down in the lift, along through the snuggly-warm link-passage, and into the new, heated, rubber floored, gleamingly clean elevator, and up to the fourth floor. I like the commanding voice of the lift messages in these lifts, I can’t understand a word she is saying, but the tone is enough. Hehe!

Out of the elevator, into the free of any tellurians, beautiful, warm, snug-as-a-bug social room. I have yet to meet any residents in here, or on the rooftop, either. No, I tell a fib, I dd see a mother and daughter inspecting the place once, but mother turned it down.

WD 250.0.250 I pressed the big open button to the alfresco roof seating area, and the wind made the trolley go backwards into the knees! It was that strong! I should have remembered from opening the flat window earlier, but didn’t.

The leak and blockage on the rooftop are still the same. I caught a decent view of the violent wind-made ripples in the ever-growing smelly puddle of rainwater, leaves, fag-ends and oil. I leant over the safety barrier to take a downward shot of the electric-car charging point. I was surprised at how well it came out, considering the buffeting I was getting from the gale. A final shot, to try and catch an image of the bent over in the wind plants, suitably positioned next to the plant room. Haha! I’d had enough of being blown about, and went back inside. It’s no shock to see they have had to chain the furniture to the wooden flooring, is it? Brrr!

I imagine in summer, it will be packed with up here with geriatrics and a couple of nonagenarians and family visitors. I hope so, I also would like to still be capable of getting up here and having a chinwag and laugh with them, in the warm summer days.

7Sun20Back down in the lift, and then along the warm snug people-less link-corridor, back to the cold Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. It looks a little eerie in this picture. The lights are the motion-activated type.

I got back in and decided to get the nosh done, before I fell asleep, for I knew I would soon (EQ).

7Sun13I got the washing up done first (saucepans, oven-dish, spatulas etc.) after serving it up, again because I felt I was soon going to drift off into the land of nod! No handwashing, too tired! Garden peas, with demerara sugar and salt, smoked haddock, beetroots and black tomatoes. I put one on the tray so you can what they look like. Really a different taste, almost meaty.

I put on another Bond movie, ‘A View to Kill’. As an aid to counter my soporific tendencies, and started to watch it while gourmandisationing. The 9/10 Flavour-Rated meal, was all gobbled up. The taste of those black tomatoes is amazingly like pork? The smoked haddock was probably the best frozen-fish I’ve ever had. Highly palatable!

I needed a wee-wee, so took the tray and things to the kitchen, and put them in the sink to soak, had the SS (Short-Sprinkly) wee-wee, washed and returned to the recliner. I was soon in the land of nod… nice, ZZZ!

Japanese (Google translated) Sutekina tsuitachi o! すてきな一日を

TTFN.

Inchcockski – Sat 7 Dec 2019: A chinwagless Day, in which sanity escaped from me!

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Saturday 7th December 2019

Scots Gaelic: Disathairne 7 Dùbhlachd 2019

01Dec 07

WD 100.20.0 Huh! 22:20hrs: I regained semi-consciousness, but almost immediately lost interest in doing so. Why? I’ll tell you; well, I’ll do my best to explain why I think this is. Bear with me please, if I get confused, ill-defined or incomprehensibly-garbled in my efforts. I know the things I want to write, but by the time the failing neurotransmitters allows me to, I’ve often forgotten what I had planned to say.

Like a few minutes ago, I had to get up to use the wee-wee bucket, this took a while, because Arthur Itis is not happy with me this morning, and every step or move of the leg or knees is a struggle. He’s never been this bad before. Naughty Arthur! I passed the INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-wee and got to the notepad to put down my waking thoughts, there was nothing there! Dribs and drabs returned, and I added them to the pad as and when. Hours and hours later, I’d got the Inchcock Today done, and referred to the notes, which were partly unreadable, and used them to write this explanation. (Have I lost you yet?) Here goes:

Back-to-the-current time: The mind was blankish, yet confused and almost antithetic to it’s usually being scrambled hassled by a flurry of worries, fears and concerns, as is the

normal awakening condition for me. There was a lack of interest in things an indifference, unconcernedness, that really is not me at all. Slowly, guilt took over as the head-agonising factor! This remorsefulness was adorned with contrition, misgivings, doubts, qualms, sorrow, nae, self-pity! Yes, these were faults: Guilt and Self-pity. Why is it a good question? I haven’t worked it out yet. But the EQ was not around, no feelings or emotions to help me clarify the causes. Although a vague ‘You’ll just have to cope’ message was received later in the day.

At least the constant droning and humming noises were not bothering me too much, as they would normally do.

Eventually, after being stood, leaning on the four-pronged walking stick, for I don’t know how long, musing, I went to take the morning medications and sort the prescriptions. 

6Sat05 WD 100.20.0 Unbelievable!WDPT03R The Carrington Chemist who the Medicines management lady Leoni had phoned on Wednesday morning to arrange for the Furesomide water tablets to be delivered in packets, not the bubble-blisters, has not done so! They are in the blister packs. I took a photo of them, to show how alike the tablets are, Codeine 30g, Furesomide and the Bisoprolol Beta-blockers. I have the hardest job in picking which one is the water tablet, to throw away when not needed. I reckon on a few occasions, mainly on bad pain, or shake hand mornings, I’ve dished the wrong pill, and missed either a painkiller or beta-blocker! This is not good! And only served to make me feel even worse than when I woke-up! Crabs and Grobblecraps! In fact, Grumble, Sodit & Blast, as well! I just threw the medicines onto any draw, willy-nilly

Feeling even less like interested in life, I automatically moved the handwashing onto the airer! Not even taking any care about arranging them into an optimally folded position. And not fussed about it either. This could be a miserable day.

Then I took the morning medications and made a brew of Thompsons tea. But it might as well have been a mug of the crap weak cheaper PG tips for all the interest I showed in drinking it. The tea went cold, as started updating the Inchcock Today. Which has never taken longer to get done before? The Peripheral Neuralgia was giving me a bad time now! No actual dangerous shakes of the leg, but as earlier, there were the occasional mini-trembling moments, involuntary muscle-twitching and cramping – which are usually a sign that the leg is about to go into an imitation, spontaneous, kick-out and a neuropathic drop-something and flail-about dance routine. If it had done, it could have had me off the chair onto the floor. Fear more anything pissed me off. But no, bother from the leg. The hands and fingers were a different kettle-of-fish! The finger-ends were going all over the place, when they contacted a hard surface, like the keyboard!

WDP 03RWD 100.20.0 The nerves were just not telling the brain! Just coming to the finishing off of the blog. Many hours later (Huh!) and the right hand and digits did a scoot across the keyboard and knocked it off the counter! I retrieved it, and the direction arrows on the keyboard would not work at all in WordPress! I wondered what the heck I had done to it. I searched for assistance on the web turned, without any luck. So I turned everything off and rebooted. Tried again, but it was not having it! So I opened and cleaned the inside of the board, as best I could, with the fear of dropping it again hovering over me. Got it reassembled, but no luck! I was convinced whatever I had broke or altered during my fumbling one and a half-handed to stop it falling but failing, then the farce of picking it again… I’ve lost what I was saying now! Oh, yes (just read it), had put the arrows out of action for good, and near depression dawned. One last everything off again, left it a few minutes then started up, the web came on, and I went on WordPress… and the arrow keys were now working!?!?!? Is it me? Is it the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! Or am I going sillier, more-hare-brained, weirder, losing it altogether?

The way my head and brain are today, I’m not coping with failures and things that are beyond my brain-power to solve. Which, going sillier, more-hare-brained or weirder, losing it altogether? Going sillier, more-hare-brained or funnier, losing it altogether? How I feel at the moment, covers anything happening. Haha!

I got some pictures off to Pinterest. Went on TFZer Facebooking. Then had a perusal of the WordPress Reader.

Well, despite everything, I must get some graphics done in advance ready to do the WP templates. No matter how rough and full of angst, I feel. (I didn’t sound too sure of myself typing this! Hehehe!)

I made a mug of tea first and took photographs of the moon above. I took then in Night Panor… no, it wasn’t; it was in Aperture Priority. Not bad results considering. The clouds were ever moving, hiding the moon, so back inside.

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I brought the tea to the computer and pulled the curtains open on the balcony. And the mon was out again, I got the camera and back to the kitchen, banged my elbow opening the unloved, unwanted, light & view-blocking, impossible to get to for cleaning, new window. And the clouds covered the moon again. I waited while but the clouds seemed to be spreading thicker now. So back to the computer…

WDP 02lbWD 100.20.0 X3: I stubbed my *toe on the airer, *knocked the clothes off of it, dropped the mug of tea and swore silently swore! Getting down to retrieve the shirt and socks was done with less pain than usual – I used the picker-upper stick! Haha! I was getting ready to adopt a smug mode, and the *picker-upper fell to pieces in my had, the rivets had somehow come out. And *I dropped the handwashing back onto the floor, just where I’d picked it up from. No wonder my EQ indicated that I’d just have to up with things today! So, I did not get too angry-noyed, just a little. Humph! Again, with a lot more inconvenience and pain, I carefully got the washing back on the now, bent-a-little-more airer.

I got on, slowly, laboriously and with oddly painful knees, well, one poorly knee. That was from a combination of the mini-trembles, the toe-stubbing and the bending down I imagine. With the composing of this blog. Which a few hours later, I’d got as far as here!

And went to make a brew, that might get drunk this time! As I was making my way to the kitchen, I put the camera in my pocket. While the kettle was boiling, I took four snaps of scenery from the deadly, nasty, light and view-blocking kitchen window.

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WDPT07RNo Accifauxpas or WHoopsiedangleplops encountered while making the brew! And back to the computer. Swank-Mode-Adopted!

WD 100.20.0 It didn’t last long, when I got to the computer, I realised I had left the SD card in the slot! So, back to the kitchen and retook the scenic shots! Ay-yay-yay!

At last, I got around to creating some header graphics! But I was so tired now, I’d been up for thirteen-hours already. I just did a few of them on CorelDraw.

6Sat26Done in now, shattered, I’ve had my chips, well I haven’t, but I made the meal and had some. Dagwood cobs, beetroot and chips etc. sounds good to me. But it was not to be eaten.

What I did eat of it, I enjoyed, but the tummy churned and my appetite dwindled? Mmm?

I went to wash the pots and the evening’s darkening skies prompted me back into a photographicalisationing frenzy. The first photo was in Aperture Priority, the second in Night Landscape mode. I tried to take the same area in each.

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6Sat28I was so tired now but fought off the weariness and mental-fatigue, when I noticed the house that had been being modernised for months, extensions, new roof etc. appeared to be occupied again. Seasonal lights adorned the front of the house and bushes.

I took the medications, and got settled down early in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. That’s the one that the horribly good-looking, handsome, taller, fitter, richer-than-me xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later).

I discovered the Death on the Tyne film was being shown. I’ve not seen this one, but I so enjoyed the Murder on the Blackpool Express, made by the same company with almost the same actors in it. I couldn’t remember the title so looked it up, to find this photograph advertising it’s being shown on the Gold channel on the 15th.

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Needless to say, the first set of commercials came on, I drifted off, to sleep! Waking well after it had finished, and felt even more angry with myself, for thinking I could watch it again on the 15th and realised I do not have the Gold channel on my TV. Shame!

WDP 02Rb.WD 100.20.0 Letting myself drift off back into the land of nod, and the Brain-Storming thoughts, fears, worries and self-hatred flooded into the grey-cell box. Agitating and stirring up failures, mistakes and terrible decisions made by yours truly!

I do wish they wouldn’t do that!

 

Inchcockski – Friday 6th December 2019: Such a good start – shame about the end of the day!

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Friday 6th December 2019

Samoan: Aso Faraile 6 Tesema 2019

01Dec 06

Jobs in coal mines from 1,200,000 in 1920 to 2,015 in 2018

23:50hrs: I stirred into life, with a clarity of mind, that I had not had for years? Almost thoughtless! I extracted my ever-morphing body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, decaying recliner, stood up, caught my balance, and wobbled off to the kitchen, with, for me, great dexterity! Amazing this is, I thought!

5Fri01WDPh 01WD 0.0.50 As I was stepping over the door divider, the right leg gave the shortest ever Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, ever. As it began, I grabbed the doorframe with he left hand, and clung on to the four-pronged walking stick with the right, ready to drop it if needed… and the leg started to flail, and it clouted against the corner of the cupboard, making me jump a little, and it was all over? I would think it lasted about ten-seconds or so, now everything is back to normal; apart from the bruise on my leg of course, Haha! Now that was something new, but I was well pleased with it being so short a dance, all the same. I fear I may have sworn out loud when the leg got caught on the cupboard corner. Oh dear! Sorry and my apologies to any of my neighbours who might have heard it!

WDPH01R6On a cheerier note, when I got the medications and medicines out to take, I was over-the-moon when I found I had not missed imbibing the evening dosages! At last, I’d gorrit right for once! Somewhat of a victory there for me, after going for about three or four nights and forgetting to take them every night! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I moved the handwashing onto the airers, and off to have a wee-wee. This one was a catch-me-out mode of CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) style. You see how lucky I am really, any average person, with an uncancerous bladder, would miss all this variety and unexpectedness in urinational activities. Hehehe! 

I got on with updating the Thursday post, which, although a longish one, was not handicapped too much by the Neurotransmitter failing finger-ends this morning. I imagine the peripheral neuropathy was still planning on the way to get the involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing going again. Haha! I got it finished though, witin a few hours and had posted it off.

I sent some pictures to Pinterest. Went on the TFZer Facebooking, then went on the WordPress Reader.

5Fri02The ablutions went well. With only four dropsies. Oh yes! Razor (2), Carbolic soap and the toothbrush!

The pins (legs) seemed to have lost the fluid retention, and the signs of the Clopidogrel effects were far less!

5Fri003I dressed in warm clothing and took the black bags to the waste-chute, returned to the flat and collected the large recycling bag, and took it down with me on the way out.

As I entered the Winwood Court through-passage, the lovely warmth greeted me. I took this shop as I got through the first swipe door. 5Fri004The drizzle was still falling lightly. I proceeded in an easterly direction (Haha!), and with no one in the ILC’s Holding and Interview room, I went to have a go at the crossword in the big Winwood Socialisational room. I greeted John ‘Herbert’ as I passed him, and ensconced myself on a snug corner and got the crossword book out. I was sat in a high chair, more comfortable to get out of you know! Neighbour young, fit, rich, good-looking Malcolm (I hate him, Hehehe!) spoke, I gave him his little Christmas treat, Jack Daniels & Coke. Many folks walked by me, but being in the corner, they did not spot me or hear my ‘Good Morning’s’. At least I hope it was that, and not my B.O. Haha!

After almost total failure with the crosswording, I rose up, and hobbled through the second link passage to Winchester Court and joined other residents, waiting in the dry of the lobby, for the bus. I spoke greetings a few. Eddie or Louie answered me, he was looking a little better this morning. I went out to the bus stop, which was overflowing with Winwoodonians. Cindy, Angela, Penny, Mary and many others were in the shelter, and when the bus arrived, other tenants flowed from the foyer out into the drizzle to catch the bus. A lady let me on ahead of her with my three-wheeler. Mercy beaucoup. So I managed to get a side-saddle seat. I screwed myself up in the corner, for I knew the battle to remain seated and not get tipped out of the chair, or trod on by the passing passengers getting on and off the bus, was ahead. Safet-First!

Another not too successful bash at the crossword en route, and we were soon in town. I dropped off at the bottom of Goosegate. I wanted to look for murals to photograph, I knew some were, at least used to be in the Lace Market area.

WDPh 01Up the hill, I wobbled and found myself passing the shop that used to be a Tesco that I worked at in 1962ish. The memories flooded back, it was most likely the happiest times for me, working and finding romance there. It had been a Sex Shop for a long time, but I noticed it was now a Charity shop.

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I could not help but walk in and have a look. Seeing nothing around me much, for I was living what was there so long ago, the memories flowed. A young Marrianne Faithful look-a-like volunteer assistant, (yes, the memories were dominant now), asked me if I was alright. I must have looked either a little pasty or in a dream world state. (Well, yes, I was having a few moments in a reminiscing and regretting mode). I mentioned my past experiences and this being a Tesco store. The eyes raise up, she needed to say no more. I 5Fri005told my farewells and continued up Goosegate to Stoney Street, and down in search of some Street Art to picture. I took this photo of the what was, Price Properties building, with the artwork on the gable end.

WD 0.0.50 As I started to walk along towards where I thought the murals were, I spotted some pretend policemen putting up tape, signs and cones. People were being turned back at the end of the road. Oh, dear, another stabbing or 5Fri006shooting perhaps? So, I turned around to go back to Goosegate. I spotted this Magpie on a mould covered window ledge. The sad bit, bing the sign relating the For Sale of the freehold property. I checked on the web later, out of no [particular interest, on the price. But it just said Sale By Tender. Bet the Magpie’s not bothered either! Hehehe!

1Mon03I called at the Oriental Mart store on Heathcoat Street, to get some more of the Sukang Puti vinegar and some of the salted peanut brittle nibbles. I found the peanuts quickly and spent a long time searching for the vinegar. After much wandering around and having to of different ways to get through. Because of a lack of room to get the walker through with me, I found a similar flavouring. Chinese Distilled vinegar, it had the same high-acidity of 5% as the Indonesian one does, so I bought it. And that was that, all my shopping for the day, two items! No cause for any smugness, though. Cause I’ve got an Ocado delivery coming on Sunday morning. With Thompson and Glengettie Gold teabags, I never want to run out of them again! And some green tomatoes as a treat for myself for Christmas!

5Fri007Up over the hill and down Pelham Street towards Clumber Street and the Slab Square. I noticed a distinct atmosphere from the Nottinghamians today. Finding the right words for it is not easy. An antsiness, nervousness, a sense that anything could explode or erupt at any time? And the Christmas rides, stalls and food outlets on the fayre, were not doing much 5Fri007ctrade at all, despite it being lunchtime.

Looking up one of the almost hidden alleyways of shops on Pelham Street, there was not s soul in sight! The leaseholders had done there best to drum up some trade, with the illegal, bards and advertising. Well, something else, a different danger from Pavement Cyclists, for sight-challenged people to walk into. I took three photographs of Clumber Street as I stopped at the junction.

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Down Long Row to the Slab Square.

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I limped up King Street on to Parliament Street. Where I took this selection of photos, that give a decent representation of what I found.

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5Fri019Then, down Queen Street, to the L9 bus stop.

The bus arrived on time, which caught a couple of regular riders out, who must have been anticipating the usual late arrival of the swap-over bus, and had to get a move on to catch it.

Eddie got on at the next stop, and I delved into the crossword book puzzles (Why do I bother!) It felt like just minutes later, I looked up, and the bus was pulling into the Winwood flats complex. There is, of course, the possibility that I had fallen to sleep en route. Humph!

I asked Eddie if I could carry his bag up to his flat for him, I could see it was heavy for him. But he said not.

I limped through the link-Winwood Lcorridor to the large Social area in Winwood Court, and to the ILC Warden’s holding and interrogation office. Handed out some nibbles and ha a mini-natter, then onwards through the Windwood to Woodthorpe Court link-corridor. Into the cold lift lobby, and up to the flat.

WDP 02lb5Fri21WD 0.0.50 Where I got the lamb chops in the oven and got the handwashing (only a long sleeve shirt and pair of bamboo socks) done, wrung and hung. The finger-end neurotransmitters failed to recognise touch or send the message to the brain again. However, at least they let me get the washing done before kicking-off! I was concerned about some uncomfortable tremblings in the right leg knee, which I thought might be the start of some interest from the Peripheral Neuralgia, in performing one of its Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dance routines. But I was so wrong, it was as good as gold all night!

WDP 4GLWD 0.0.50 The intercom lit up and buzzed, it was a young lady from Carrington pharmacy, with this month’s Prescriptions for me. Unfortunately, as I was about to press the door release button, the neurotransmitters died a death once more, and I ended up pressing repeatedly, and this turned everything off on the control panel! Grumph! I got the walking stick and got down as fast as I could to be in time to catch her. Off course, both lifts were on the ground floor, so that made me slower than ever. Arthur Itis, who had been so good to me all day, started to play-up as well. I got down in a bit of a panic, and Cindy told me that Jenny had taken the medication off of the girl and will bring them to the flat for me. So good to me that Jenny is.

WDP 001 LbWD 0.0.50 So, I got back to the flat… to find that the lamb chops had burnt in the oven! After having such a good day, this knocked me back a bit! I turned off the stove and checked out the meat. It was not a good sight. But, I decided to risk them anyway. I put them in the saucepan with the tomatoes and passata to keep warm, and the doorbell chimed.

WDP 09LIt was Jenny, with the medications for me, bless her cotton socks. She brought them into the kitchen for me. I had a job handing her some wine as her Christmas treat, and thanked her profusely. I do appreciate all she does for me, she’s saved my bacon a few times, I can tell yer! ♥

5Fri22I got to sorting meal again. Got it in the bowl on the tray with the dessert and bread ready.

Got the pots washed-up, and settled to dine. To dine, did I say? Have you seen the chop on top of the dish? It was 80% bone! Boy was I annoyed! Still, I sucked what few bits of meat there was off of the bone. And yet, the packet before, had some lovely lamb in it? Far too much bread was eaten with soaking up the tomatoes and juice, to help stave off the hunger that lingered after the meal. Thank You, Mr Iceland!

I got settled down in the rickety recliner, and within minutes I thought I smelt something burning? I went on a search around

5Fri20WD 0.0.50 Aha! I’d left the oven on. I also noticed the state of the pins when I took this photographicalisation. I could tell that Arthur Itis was not in a good mood, too.

WD 0.0.50 I turned off the oven and got back down in hopes of some sleep. And Colin Cramps visited me, legs but mainly the left one, it was far much worse. Perhaps with the Peripheral neuralgia down my right side since the stroke, the damaged neurotransmitters may not be sending the pain messages to the brain? Suits me! Hehehe! Enough agony from the left leg and foot, thank you.

No sleep seemed imminent, so I put on another Bond film, ‘Thunderball’, and soon to sleep I did fall, I wasn’t bothered at all. Haha!

Inchcockski -Thursday 5th December 2019: A mixed day, good and bad, a bit like a mock-normal life? Almost!

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Thursday 5th December 2019

Croatian: Četvrtak, 5. Prosinca 2019. Godine

01Dec 05

WDP 16R23:35hrs: I stirred ostensive into ersatz life, calmly, slowly and thoughtfully this Thursday merry morning. The mind was not filled with blasting confusing thoughts, as would it would typically be. There were certain calmnesses and acceptances of something or other that I could not identify. Obviously, the grey-cells must have been active during my sleeping? After a few minutes failing to find what it was I was so relaxed and accepting of, the need for a wee-wee arose.

I removed my free-floating bulbous, wobbly-stomached torso from the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-grotty beige-coloured recliner. I’d like to add that this was done with minimal hassle from any of the ailments! Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Hernia Henry, Back-Pain-Barbara and Harolds Haemorrhoid were all but absent, pain-wise? I know, I couldn’t believe or understand it either! Only Saccades Sandra and an attempted, but self-aborted Neuropathic Drop-Something dance from the neurotransmitter-dying right leg as I moved off gingerly towards the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) hindered my progress. The wee-wee was that of a rarely taken, USBUYWS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Yet-Weak-Sprinkly) mode.

WDP 08L02b WD 60.25.0 I then moved the handwashing on the airers and became aware of the regular humming and droning noise that surrounds the flats, very off-putting! Into the kitchen to take the medications, and sod-me and poke-me-in-the-belly-and-lose-your-hand, I’d done it again, and missed taking the evening doses! I have without question, turned into a scatterbrain, a ditz, and at the same time seem to have adopted the straights of a distant luftmensh! I took the Warfarin and the Simvastatin, and the morning doses later on with the brew.

4Thu01Got the computer on and checked the appointments on the Google Calendar.

I plan to go out early this morning and try to get some photographs of Woodthorpe Grange Park, on the way to the Sherwood Health Centre appointment. I hope I don’t get another text message telling me it’s been cancelled when I get there! Although it might be a little dark then around 0700hrs? Mmm?

I’ll have to get back sharpish, to catch the window cleaners as well. Then wait to see when the Iceland delivery arrives. I’ve got the last of the Christmas nibble hand-outs on this delivery; if that isn’t cancelled like it was two weeks ago! Lucky, you cannot call me!

WDPH01L3As I began to update yesterday’s blog, the need to divert to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room. The feeling of trepidation I usually take with me was not needed. This turned out to be an evacuation that went well. Oh, yes! No, I say, No, bleeding from front or rear, minimal pain and a messy-less action! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

2Tue01Cleaned up, and went to make another brew, took the morning medications at the same time. Then back to the computerisationing.

The finger-ends were giving a fair amount of bother, so very many jerky intermittent neurotransmitter-dying prompted mistakes and correctionalisationing activity annoyed me! But I did get it done, so few photos to deal with, with my not getting out-doors again, made the task easier than usual. Saccades Sandra later stopped her eye-jerking, thankfully.

I went on to the WordPress Reader, good stuff on there again. Then to the TFZer Facebooking, this tool a long time, but I enjoyed it so much.

Ablutions time! Well well, well, another decent effort. The usual few dropsies, but the Sock-Glide battle was a complete victory; no bruises, no blood-blisters and no knee-knocking! Fair enough, a couple of small cuts shaving, nowt like serious though. Double-Smug-Mode-Engaged!

WDPB01LIt was an almost content old Inchcock, who got his things ready, but a couple of cans of the G&T cans in the trolley, to give the staff at the Health Centre as a Christmas treat. Wrapped up well, remembered his gloves, and set off out, down the elevator, through the lobby and out on to Chestnut Walk, and the bitter unwelcoming cold morning.

4Thu03I stood for a moment in the terraqueous-free road, and had a look around, taking in the peace and quiet.

But the cold came as well, and this spurred into activity. And I stepped forth, approaching the nowadays, threatening, slippy, trip and slip upperable gravel hill path!

4Thu04WD 60.25.0 Not a good start, I nearly went over as I got to the other side of the walk, as the front wheel got jammed with leaves. Humph!

I had to take a couple of short breathers, however, I get to the top without further incidents or Accofauxpas!

I decided to take a different route to the Sherwood Health Centre, slightly longer, but there was no rush, I had plenty of time.

4Thu20

4Thu05As I set off on the footpath towards Mansfield Road, a gentleman perambulist on a bicycle, a keen, fit, athletic young sportsman, good-looking, handsome even, shot by me from the back, at a speed that champion cyclist Denis Mueller-Korenek, would have been proud of! The spunk-faced, ignorant crutch-faced git!

Towards the lower part of the path, I spotted some Nottinghamian Street Art at its finest!

4Thu08

4Thu10I got to the bottom of the walkway, and took this photographicalisation, to mu right, facing towards Daybrook and the North of Nottingham. Not a very good shot, blurry, I’m afraid. I could sense the right leg getting agitated, or rather the nerves in the limb, and prepared myself for a possible Neuropathic 4Thu11Schuhplattler dancing session!

Up the hill and over into Sherwood I limped, turning left into Elmswood Gardens, and going down to the Health Centre, and went to the receptionist window to report in. I meant to ask if I could get my hearing aid batteries from here, but forgot all about it! Humph! I signed in and went to the Podiatrist waiting area, and got the crossword book out. I got a few answers to, on the old already-had-several-bashes at puzzles. The lady called me in, and we had a natter while she did my tootsies. I gave her a choice of what to have for a Christmas drinky, and she chose the wine. Obviously, she was a refind lady! I tanked her 4Thu12and called at the reception on the way out, and gave the young lady the can of gin and tonic for her pressie. That cheered her up a bit!

I departed and made my way to the main road and down into Sherwood.

4Thu13 I espied a new to me, anyway, Christmas tree had been put in the ground on the pavement, even from far away it looked a little on the tatty side.

4Thu14As I got close to it, I realised it was tatty! All bashed about. I wouldn’t be surprised if it weren’t the local yobbery gangs who were responsible! Tut! Or it may have fallen over hence the barriers?

5Fri02I got some cleaning things from Wilko. Fabric conditioner, fabric freshener and Fragrance booster.

All Wilko brand and the same Ylanf & Fressia scented. Well, I like it!

WDPT03LWD 60.25.0 It was in Wilko, at the check-out, when the anticipated flipping annoying Neuropathic Drop-Something dance routine started! As the leg flailed, I heard a female behind me in the queue I expect, screamed out loud! It must have made her jump! However, it was thankfully short-lived, ferocious while it lasted, mind! The lady on the till came round to see if I was alright, then she packed the things into the bag for me. Bless her. I paid my dues, and then I dropped my gloves on the floor! She came out again and picked them up for me. That was really good of the woman! She even told me to take care, as  I left the shop! ♥

4Thu09No more mock-dancing, as I started the hobble back to the flats

As I got into the park, another of the nice pavement cyclists came from behind me at speed. I inquired if he had a “#’$cking bell!” But he didn’t hear me. I thought afterwards, he might have had one and rang it? I may not 4Thu15have heard it!

Near the pathway down to the flats, I fell in love with terrier dog. Don’t know why, but she appealed to me.

4Thu16I turned onto the gravel path top and took this picture of Winwood Heights. The buildings looked quite impressive now that Winwood Court has been finished being built. I considered going up to the roof to photograph the blocked and leaking drains, but I didn’t. Ahem!

4Thu17I took a last outdoors photo, showing the bottom field and cluster of mixed housing on the hill.

I cleaned the wheels on the trolley best I could with the kitchen towelling I had with me, before going in. And up to the flat.

I got on the computer, and:

Virgin (4a)

So, I started to get the kitchen cleaning again, and the Window cleaners arrived. We had a laugh and giggle while they were working. I handed them some plonk for Christmas, and off they went.

I got on the computer, and:

Virgin (4a)

I was well wee’d off now!

So I went to get the handwashing done, but no time, the Iceland delivery arrived. He told me the intercom down in the outer lobby, had been removed and asked why? Grand chap he was, we had a natter and said our farewells. I got the nosh put away. Then got the black bags done up and taken to the waste chute.

At last, the Liberty-Global-Crap internet came back on. And I got on with updating this post.

4Thu22Tiredness dawned, so I got the handwashing done, and made the meal. Maple lamb chops, curried baked beans with balsamic vinegar, tomatoes, wholemeal cobs and lemon mousse. An 8/10 for flavour rating.

Got the pots soaking in the sink, and went for a 4Thu23freshen up in the wet room.

The Spider veins, varicose and spider veins, chronic venous insufficiency (CVI), iliac veins, femoral veins, and saphenous veins, along with the maculations and lumps were a little more prominent tonight. Perhaps a build-up of fluid retention, too. I’ll love this self-diagnosing lark. Haha! Probably in my next life, I will become a Doctor, and I’m in training to learn how to cope with the ailments?

Belatedly, I remembered to take the evening medications. At last, after three missed does on the trot.

I got settled in the recliner that brother-in-law Pete broke while he was flat robbing while I was in the hospital with the stroke. He was fitting some more clandestine CCTV cameras so he could monitor and know the optimum to phone me, which is when I am about to start eating a meal, fallen asleep, or on the Porcelain Throne. He relieved me of my valuables on the pretence of keeping them safe, gave a lot of the cash to his favourite charities, and I still haven’t got any that might be left, unspent, back yet, after seven months! Still, give him credit, he’s very good at making his own drones, and is a perfect Hustler, as well.

I soon nodded off.

Inchcock Today – Wed 4 Dec 2019: Help from Jenny and Two Nurses today – Oh, I liked that! (Smile-Adopted)

1 Dec 04

2019 ttDec 04

Wednesday 4th December 2019

Japanese: 2019年12月4日水曜日

01Dec 04

WD 60.25.0 22:45hrs: I woke with yet again, feelings of panic, fear, worrying and could not for life of me find out why? I looked around for any signs of nocturnal nibbling but found none. Then I noticed the mess the room was in; this made me feel worse. The confusion of appointments came to the fore. 

1Mon 01WD 60.25.0 Somehow the EQ knew something was amiss! It told me to check on the Calendar; something was so not right. I obeyed and nervously, got the computer on and investigated the week’s Google diary. And soon found the problems! Jenny reminded me of the visit and had asked the Window Cleaner to call early for me tomorrow. But it clashed, unfortunately, with the Podiatrist rearranged after last weeks appointment was cancelled. I thought I’ll just change the Iceland delivery time. Hah! ‘Just change the Iceland delivery time’! It took me over an hour and a half to get it done! I ended up going on a helpline to learn how to do it! Got it wrong twice! The third time I took it steady and copied the advice onto the notepad. I followed it to the letter!

Where it said “You will be taken to the Payment…! It didn’t. I’m not sure how I did it, but I got to the Payment log place in the end, and then checked on the emails again, to look for confirmation. At last! I got one! Worra time-consuming a palaver and pantomime that was!

1Mon03

1Mon02I changed the Google Calendar. Now that looks more organised and neater, better planned. If only more folks understood and knew the farcical hassle, aggravation and time it had taken me!

Here I was; just gone midnight, shivering in my slippers and PPs, sat at a desk, wondering what had just happened and why? I bet this cock-up must have been on my mind while I was sleeping, it bothered me, and the EQ picked up on it and reminded me when I woke up? Illogicality is no problem for me. Harf-Harf! Going-Bonkers-Mode-Adopted! I wrote an email back to Jenny, thanking her for changing the timing for me with the window cleaner couple. Then realised the time, and prayed that any incoming email noise didn’t wake Jenny up! “Coy-Mode-Adopted!”

Well, time to get the nitty-gritty daily things done. I was hobbling very well this morning, no signs of any neuropathic medicine drop kettle dancing from the right leg, Arthur Itis was in a jolly good mood with me, and Duodenal Donald was giving me a most welcome break. Just Anne Gyna bothering me now, must you don’t like to complain does yer?

As I was limping into the kitchen, one of perhaps the most urgent demands for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised arrived! (Mind you, each urgent one seems the most pressing at the time, Haha!)

WDPH01L4WD 60.25.0 I clouted my shin against the door frame as I began to fear I might have an accident, and moved as fast as I could to get to the Throne, caution to the wind! Apart from it being a little messy and the extraordinarily large volume of the evacuated product, there was minimal bleeding or pain, it was all over quickly (I had to abandon the crossword book), and the closet mechanism coped well with the flushing procedure. I’m not used to things going so right? It worries me! Washed and cleaned all contact points.

The usual droning, wind-like annoying humming sounds seemed to be getting worse. But it could be that with me getting into a bit of a state with the appointment when I woke, I may not have noticed the sound earlier so much?

The Medicine Management member, Leoni is calling later this morning. I must get the blog updated as soon as possible, and get the hovel tidied up a bit and ablutions done before she comes. ‘Shame-Mode-Engaged’

WDPH01L2WD 60.25.0 I made a brew, and sod me, went to get the medications and found I’d again missed last nights doses – Again! Ay-yay-yay! Grumph, what a Shmo! I took the Warfarin and Zocor (Cholesterol-controller), with the morning doses. With having so few pains and hassle to bother with this morning, I avoided taking any Codeine 30g or Peptic medicine; they were unneeded, I’m glad to say. I can’t quote that very often. (Wait till later when I’m in agony, Hahaha!) I even left out rubbing in the Phorpain maximum strength 10% w/w Gel in the knees. 1Mon04Mind you, the Doctor tells me that it will be of no use to me, with my having Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, but she is happy for me to continue using it, as long as I rub it in well, massage the whole joint – doing that (massaging) might do some good, not the Gel. I asked her for a stronger gel, but she said this was the maximum strength allowed. Now you can see why I love Dr Vindla so much, her straight forward nature goes down so well with me.

I had a few moments of my latest medical issue; Hypometric Saccades (Rapid, ballistic movements of the eyes that abruptly change the point of fixation. They range in amplitude from the small movements made while reading, for example, to the much larger movements made while gazing around a room), bothering me, and this is not going to be good if it happens when I have Dizzy Dennis visiting at the same time! A nickname for this, might be Sadie Saccades, or Saccades Sadie? Any suggestions considered, I’ve not Christened this one yet. Haha!

The wee-wees were regular all of the same WSS (Weak-Short-Sprinkly) mode. I’ll use the above name for her; Saccades Sadie and the right side’s NFN (Neurotransmitterless Fingers Nigel) both visited a few times while I was doing the upgrading of the Tuesday blog. But not excessively so, I coped well enough. ‘Coped well enough’; It’s all foreign to me, this optimisticness! Haha!

3Wed001bWDPH01L4WD 60.25.0 I got the Inchcock Today finished, and sent off to WordPress, as the need for another Porcelain Throne session arose. Another rather sudden urgent one. Straight to the wet room, no banging and bruising of any body-parts this time on the way, but I very nearly sat on a particular little extremity as I plonked down on the seat. Phew, that was lucky – there I go again, using new scary, unfamiliar words! My pins (legs) were still a bit scattered with signs of deep vein arterial thrombosis, varicose and spider veins, superficial venous thrombosis (phlebitis), and iliac veins, not to mention the scar from the earlier attempt to remove the door frame with my shin, bruises, bulges, welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples and maculations. But nothing out of the ordinary. Tee hee hee!

The evacuation went well, a little more bleeding, but I reckon it was from Harold’s haemorrhoids, so to be expected, especially with my clunking down on the seat so hard 

WDPH01LI made another brew of Thompsons tea and had three biscuits with it. Some people might have called them cakes, but they’d be wrong! Back to the computerisationing, and sent photos to Pinterest. Then had a jolly good time on the TFZer Facebooking for over an hour. I enjoyed that! – ‘Enjoy?’ – There I go again! If I do croak-out today, at least it will be on a happy note. The absence of so many ailments’s hassling. Wee-weeing under control (It’s own mind). The Porcelain Throne evacuations were going so well. Appointment cock-ups corrected without any assistance. I’m hobbling around better than I have done for months, thanks to Rheumatoid Arthur Itis being so kind. I’ve avoided having Little Inchy squashed, and the bleeding is much less from front and rear. But no messages from my EQ about things? Nerve-racking and a precautionary warning perhaps?

I went on WordPress Reading next. Then to my beloved TFZer Facebooking. Next, I made a start working on today’s presentation. This, as you can see (Sorry) is along one indeed. But the brain would not stop working, it kept spewing forth ideas, thoughts, fears, worries and even had a semi-contended note to the thoughts! This can’t last, surely?

Off to get the ablutions sorted out. A goodish session, this time. The usual dropsies; The toothbrush, shaving foam, razor (4), the shower-head (But caught it – Smug-Mode-Engaged! And the carbolic soap. After a refreshing bout of conditioning, the sock-glide-battle was declared a draw! The legs were even looking betterer!

3Wed01e

I then got the carpet hoovered and moved, so the lump wasn’t in it. I nearly tripped over it yesterday. I shifted the handwashing on the airers.

WDP 13LWD 60.25.0 Then had a go at the kitchen floor, near the corner of the sink. I used disinfectant and some Flash, down on the knees, and was doing well with shifting the marks… The Colin Cramps started kicking off! And could I get back up off the knees?

WDP 08L02bWD 60.25.0f WD 60.25.0 Well, I did manage it in the end, and clouted my forehead against the sink housing! Then, Dizzy Dennis paid a visit, bless him! I gave up on bending down. I took the black bags to the waste chute and took the big recycling bag down to the caretaker’s room. Where Steve stopped me, and took the things off of me. I slipped him a can of something drinkable, in thanks.

Back up to the flat, praying I had not missed any callers. There were not any messages put through the door.

I started to empty the hoover for another bash at the carpet, and the intercom, flashed alight. It was Leoni from the Medicines Management Team. Bless her, the missing the evening medications was the primary concern. I asked if there was anything that would flash as a reminder, as opposed to ringing or buzzing? She accepted the idea and said she would find out and get back to me.

WDP 12dI explained the problem with the water tablets being in the blister packs when they are taken on an as-and-when needed basis. And the identification of between the beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate), Codeine 30g and the Water tablets (Furosemide) was difficult with them all looking similar. She phoned the chemist for me and arranged for them to be loose on future prescriptions – how kind of her.

I then asked her if she would ring the phlebotomy, and ask about when the nurse will be calling. She was told today, sometime. Fair enough, I’ll not go out then! I thanked her very much and off she went, reminding me that she will get back in touch with me when she sorts out the reminder alarm availability chances. Leoni had called before. She was a kind amiable lady, patient and read with quips and a ready smile!

I made a brew of tea, and got decoking, blowing the tubes through the hearing aids and changing the batteries. The neurotransmitter’s insensitivity kicked in, and I had a few picking up retrieving tasks to do. Amongst the dropsies were prodders, batteries, hearing aids, tubes and various tools! Each one proving harder to pick up than the previous one. Hahaha!

3Wed01gaThen I got back to updating this post. Wondering what time the Phlebotomy nurse might arrive. I was beginning to get a little hungry now. Especially with knowing the unhealthily fatty, but delicious New Zealand lamb, mint, mushrooms and cheesy-potatoes were for dinner!

3Wed01fI got the mushrooms on the simmer, with a bit of lamb gravy and a splash of Sukang Puti extra-strong vinegar.

And the intercom lit up! It was the deliciously desirable, gorgeous, twinkling-eyed Polish Phlebotomy Nurse ♥ come to take my blood!

She had a chinwag while doing me (I wish! Hehehe!) She had a peep at the Inchcock Today and told me of a patient in another High Rise block, who had slipped in Lidl’s on Carlton Road, and broke her pelvis! She also said to me, that if ever she can’t get in and leaves a note through the door, this means she will be calling again, the following day, so now I know! Two wonderful women have now called on me! Lucky devil!

3Wed23I got on with this blog while the lamb cooked. Then got the meal served up.

Another success for the old chap this one. Flavour rating of 8/10. I’d put far too much cheese in the potatoes than I had meant to, but it was good!

I washed the pots, then did the handwashing.

Had a Dizzy Dennis attack while I was in the kitchen (I think), blown if I’m sure what happened afterwards, but in the morning I found I had missed the evening medications again!

Inchcockski – Tuesday 3rd December 2019:

1 Dec 03

2019 ttDec 03

Tuesday 3rd December 2019

Hungarian: 2019. December 3-án, Kedden

01Dec 03

WDPT06LWD 20.20.20 23:10hrs: I woke in desperate need of the Porcelain Throne. Nothing unusual there, but how I rose from the recliner and got to the wet room so fast, I can’t recall or understand, I’m just glad I did it. Once again, only just in time! But it was a worrying evacuation. So much blood from the rear end, not messy at all, no excessive pain either, in fact far less than of late. The volume of the released material was just as ginormous. As it has been regularly for the past week or so. Also, no wee-weeing afterwards, that’s not happened in weeks?

I got things, and myself cleaned up and off to the kitchen. Moved the handwashing onto the airers, they were still extremely wet for some reason? (Most likely the failing sensory Neurotransmitters, were not telling the brain the fingers were gripping to weakly?) I got the saucepan on and took the medications. Made a brew, and carried it to the computer area with me, and set to updating the Monday post. Within an hour and a half, I had taken four wee-wees and had two more mugs of tea! All of the wee-wees were of the slightly more forceful LSDOP (Long-Strong-Drawn-Out-Painful) mode?

I remembered the Iceland food delivery is due today. The urge for another mug of tea kept returning, and I was forever going to the kitchen to make the tea, and stopping at the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), so much so, that it needed emptying and sanitising! While on one of these trips, it dawned on me what had happened.

WDPT05LWD 20.20.20 I had unthinkingly and credulously, forgot to remove the flipping Furosemide, (loop diuretic [water pill]) tablet from the dose-bubble. Which I have been daily for months now, but not this morning! No wonder I’m leaking so often! Haha! This means I shall not be able to get to Arnold and Asda (Walmart), to get the kettle or headphones, for fear of getting caught-out while nowhere near a toilet! I’ll see how it goes, if I can stop the intake of fluid (tea), the urinary demands just might lessen, enough to risk going out. I can hope and do!

Finally, I got the Monday’s Inchcock today finalised 2Tue02aand sent off to WordPress. I sent some pictures to Pinterest. Then went on the WordPress Reader, some cracking stuff on there this morning. Then went on catching-up with the TFZer Facebooking. The wee-weeing was still regular, Tsk!

After resisting the urge for a cuppa for several hours, I weakened. I took two photographs from the unwanted and unliked newish kitchen windows. The worst ones I’ve ever taken, since the stroke! Terrible, blurry, horrible efforts.

The ablutions will need doing shortly. Before the Iceland food arrives.

2Tue03I went to do the handwashing, and the incredible sky changes were taking place. A reddish glow from the rising sun behind the flats kept changing the scene. Into an almost Walt Disney cartoon colouration.

Not a good picture but I took a quick snap of the view.

2Tue04At last, the wee-wees abated. Phew!

STripped for the ablutions, and found the Clopidogrel about the same, the Varicose and spider veins a lot less prominent. Rheumatoid Arthur Itis was giving me some bother, of course, he would. Haha!

2Tue04aWD 20.20.20A After the session, with the usual few dropsies, I took on the painful challenge with my beloved sock-glide, of getting the extra-long bamboo socks on! A struggle that left me with several bruises on the fingers and knees. Hah, well! I’m glad I did, cause they helped keep a warmer on the trip to and back from Arnold.

2Tue05WD 20.20.20 When the Iceland delivery arrived, I found another IC (Inchcock Cock-up) that I’m made. Just look at the size of the Surf liquid soap powder, that I’d bought! I took the shot of it next to a kitchen towel and the China tea mug; to show the relatively massive size of the bottle!  Another Accifauxpa!

I got things ready, and wobbled off down, out and along to the bus stop. A big crowd of Winwoodonians had gathered, and I harkened to the gossiping. The bus arrived, and Mary (Jean) and I got on the side-saddle seats and had a natter en route to Arnold. Mary gt off to go to Wilko, and I stayed on until the Asda (Walmart) store. Where I dropped off the bus and into the shop. I found the kettles and was impressed with the different choices on offer. This caused me a headache, cause I had to pick one out, my dithering and undecidedness came to the fore! I selected one, (£12) in the end but later found out I’d picked a box with a white one in it, not the grey one I thought it was. Never mind.

I went on a search for the headphones, which took me a while to find, but once I saw the dirty-great-big sign hanging from the ceiling saying ‘Headphones’, I located them. I’m quick sometimes yer know, Haha! I opted for a cheap set, that looked to be comfortable to wear, £8, then went on a hobble around the food section. Ending up at the checkout with the kettle, headphones, instant mash and some bread thins. Paying the server, but the machine kept rejecting my card? Luckily I remembered my number, and it took it then?

2Tue06Outside, I took a terrible red-eye photograph, that should have been showing the Nottinghamian pavement cyclist, but he wasn’t seeable in the photo? 

I think he was hidden behind the lady with a stick, who he’s just swerved around. Git!

2Tue07There was a good half an hour before the L9 bus was due. So, I crossed the road and had a look in the Fulton Foods Store for any bargains. But there wasn’t any! Well, there was some extra strong cheddar cheese on offer, shredded, but I had to buy two packs to get the special price. And two boxes of Cheese-Nibbles.

2Tue09I paid the lady who was talking to a friend for the whole transaction. I went outside and took this photograph to the left of the shop. The shadows cast by the strong but cold sunshine and the reflections from the glass made good photography difficult. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it, Haha!

2Tue08Then I photographed to the right. Not too many folks about, but the shops seemed to have plenty of people shoplifting in them… I mean shopping in them. (Or do I?)

The bus stop in this picture is the one I made my way to catch the L9 back to the flats. Mary was sat there when I arrived, and we nattered merrily away about nothing and even less than nothing.

WD 20.20.20 She told me that the Wilko Store she went to was closed, due to a break-in last night! Both of us had our hearing aid batteries run out! So it was a bit of a hit and miss, guessing game what the other person was saying, all the way back to the flats! I think we were both confused by that then!

I opened a box of the cheese nibbles, gave Mary one to try and had a taste myself. She liked them, I didn’t, so I gave her the two boxes. Back at the flats we both walked, in silence almost, again to Woodthorpe Court. Both of us needed to get new batteries fitted. Heh!

2Tue12When I got in the door, I found bumph on the floor. But worryingly, a note from the Phlebotomist who had called while I was out!

No one told me she was coming today, just an email from the Sherrington Park Medical Practice, Doctors Surgery receptionist, telling me she will arrange a visit for the Phlebotomist 5Fri01to call to take the blood!

WD 20.20.20 A check on that Email revealed another cock-up on my behalf! The date was given at the bottom, no timing of course. If they had written the day as well, it might have sunk in easier, but, no excuse. Self-Contempt-Mode adopted, with a twinge of shame!

2Tue10Low in spirits now. I got the NZ lamb in the oven cooking and prepped the other foods ready for the dinner. Got the fodder served up, and enjoyed a feast, but my shame at forgetting the blood Angel was niggling at me.

A flavour rating of 8/10 for the meal.

2Tue11Got the pots washed. Got the new headphones on, and settled down in the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner. Got the TV on, and the new headphones were so much louder and clearer with the new ear-set working fine! I thought, these are not comfortable at all, but I’ll get used to them in time.

I put the ‘For You’re Eyes only’ old Bond DVD on. But it wasn’t for my eyes! Zzzz!

Inchcockski – Monday 2nd December 2019: Failure, is part of my psyche, I’ve never known any alternative!

1 Dec 02

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Well, I copied it from Wikipedia!

Monday 2nd December 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 2il Rhagfyr 2019

01Dec 02

WD 0.30.0B 23:15hrs: I woke, coughed, passed wind, and struggled out of the £300 second-hand, horrendously stained-mucky beige-coloured, c 1968 recliner! The Porcelain Throne being my main point of concentration. I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick and manoeuvred my way around the clothes airer and bits of either nocturnal nibbling or some overnight disaster, to the wet room. With seconds to spare, I got seated as the evacuation began. Quick and painful, but not in the least messy, but the after-haemorrhaging was extravasate-like. Which may point to the internal haemorrhoids bleeding (which I can cope with and understand), or some other new problem? Oh, dear!

1Mon06WDP 11gRWD 0.30.0B Well, by Jiiminee, the pins (legs) had most certainly changed since yesterday! I wonder if the increase in the INR level affects the legs veins? I sure have a mess of assorted Clopidogrel grooves and ridges, varicose and spider veins, thrombosis (phlebitis). Chronic venous insufficiency (CVI), spots, bruises, welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples and maculations. All showing through this morning! And RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) and BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) joining in as well. Cor Blimus! What a state! I’m eager to see how they will look in the morning, probably back to the calm state, I hope so anyway. This photo is one for the Tate Gallery. Hehehe!

I washed, medicated and contact points were antisepticated, and back to investigate the mess on the carpet near the recliner.

WDP 11eLWD 0.30.0B Lucky for me, the detritus was only from my nocturnal nibbling, which I have no memory of again? But a right feasting session I must have had. Crumbs from noshing some puff-pastry fingers and a few scattered chocolate peanuts were cleaned up. Leaving me with Back-Pain-Brenda and AIR (Arthur Itis Rheumatoid) giving me some hassle and discomfort. As I got upright, I spotted an empty salt & vinegar rice-pops bag as well, so collected it, dropped it in the waste bin and went to the kitchen, initially to take the medications.

WDPT03LWD 0.30.0B Boing! Again I had missed taking the evening medications. I took them and decided to take the mornings later on. Moved the handwashing on the airers. Made a brew, and got on the computer to make a start on the updating of the Sunday blog.

As I was setting things up, an idea for a funny (at least I thought so) poem came into my mind. I abandoned starting the post updating and got on with writing, no, creating the humorous ode. It just flowed! I title it Random, waffling thoughts from Inchcock!

Got it all finished, made a graphic and sent got off to WordPress.

Did the updating. With a horrendously unsatisfying stuck indoors day, only a couple of photos were taken, so it didn’t take too long to do.

Then another cuppa (the wee-wees were all SGSS [Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying] ones), and adjusted the handwashing again, and took three photographs of the view from the unwanted, unliked, impossible to reach to clean, light & view-blocking, thick-frames new windows. All in Night Panorama mode.

1Mon04

Nothing like as good as they looked on the camera viewer, Tsk!

I made a start on this post. Then went on the WordPress reader.

Bikkies dunked in a mug of tea, before the ablutionalisationalistic session.

Which was a stand-up-at-the-sink style, as it was a little too early to use the noisy shower! But it went well. Dropsies were again pestering, the toothpaste tube and brush (2), carbolic soap (getting less often now the bar is wearing down in size), flannel, and spectacles. The sock-glide battle was a draw.

I made up some black bags and took them to the waste chute. Got the nibbles in the bag, all dressed warmly and set off to the Winwood Court located ILC Sturmscharfhreress Warden’s Interview room and holding cell. Down in the lift, and along the link-passage. Swiped the door, and into the amazingly-warm welcoming walkway in Winwood Court. To the Sheriff’s office, and handed out the nibbles and Christmas treats and had a mini-natter. Then, into the big Winwood Social Room, had a chinwag with John and Welsh William then I moved along the second link passage to Winchester Court. Their foyer was being done-up, so we had to walk around the lift lobby an1Mon07d through links to the caretaker’s room, and out into the bright heatless sunshine and shiver-making cold!

I took a moody shot of the flats, with Woodthorpe Court being highlighted my heatless sunshine, showing the L9 bus stop sign.

1Mon08A decent ganglet of Winwoodonians had gathered at the bus stop, with a group waiting behind in the Winchester Rubbish cover, trying to keep warm. Angela, Chrissie, Roy with his deadly-to-others, shopping trolley. And the young very-well-off, fit, good-looking, everybody-loves-him, educated, gambling-mad, Nottingham Forest supporter, and family man Malcolm. Who resides two flats away from where I do (in comparative poverty). But it doesn’t bother me! Hahaha! Grand chap.

WDP 11fLWD 0.30.0B We were soon in town. Dropped off on Parliament Street, and hobbled to the Wilko Store. I went straight to where I found the kettle I liked the other day. But could not locate any on the shelves.  I eventually found an assistant to ask for help. She told me they had sold out, but she thinks some more should be arriving soon. What a shame! I pondered and made a decision. (It does happen, not very often I admit) As the Tuesday’s current After-Stroke Sessions have now ended, I would take a long hobble into Arnold in the morning, get some exercise, and call at Asda (Walmart), to get a kettle and some headphones from there! 

WDP 11eLWD 0.30.0B So, I thanked her and departed, along the road and into the Poundland Store. Where I arrived at the self-serve checkout and got a bit flustered! It was hectic, and I had a struggle with the Autonomic nerves causing me to drop so many items, it was embarrassing! I lost a bottle of disinfectant, then later a bag of sliced wholemeal cobs, and the most annoying one, the bag of Sherbert Saucers, or rather my efforts to pick it up! The nerve-ends were not responding to touch, and I kept on dropping it repeatedly! I tried with the left hand, but the Peripheral neuralgia-affected right side, would not support my weight as I leant against the checkout to get down. All-in-all, a farce! I could sense the impatience from the poor shoppers behind me in the queue. The area was in pandemonium, with everyone seemingly in a mad rush? Oh, dearie me!

1Mon09No good Samaritan to help or rescue this time, but in the end, I did retrieve the bag of Sherbert Saucers, paid and scuttled wobblingly out of the shop with a reddened face. Out on to Parliament Street, and into a mob of Nottinghamians, milling, rushing, threateningly around. I decided I’d had enough of this hassle, 1Mon09aand made my way towards the Slab Square, on my way to the L9 bus stop, to retreat.

The Poundland Store escapade had left me feeling a tad unconfident and nervous.

1Mon09bI limped around the Slab Square for a few minutes, avoiding the market and many game stall crowds. I took this photographicalisation of a tram leaving the City Centre. There was a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist in there when I took the shot, but he’s not there now. At least, I can’t find him. Hehe!

Up to the bus stop, and Louis from the Winchester Court flats was at the bus stop, and we had a natter waiting for the bus to arrive, late, which had us both a bit worried. It came late, and I sat in a different side-saddle seat, so I could chinwag with Louis. Which proved to be a mistake. There was no corner-back support to snuggle into on this seat, and I spent a harrowing journey back to the flats, struggling to stay in the position! Tsk!

Many other tenants joined us en route. Back at the flats, they all alighted, and I followed. But there was no chance of my catching them for a natter.

6Sat14I got through the Winchester round-about route, to the walk-through to the Winwood Social Room, empty, and then through the lobby into the Winwood-Woodthorpe link walkway. I met Riechsfhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana going in the opposite direction, we shared a few words and a 1Mon10smile. Which was nice!

Into the coldness of Woodthorpe Court, goose-pimples! I turned to take a picture of the new mobility-scooter storage and charging room.

1Mon11Then turned back, to take a shot of Woodthorpe lift lobby, and Christmas tree at the end. It looked to me as if the caretaker Steve, had been busy cleaning it up, while I’d been out galavanting. I reckon the lighting had been worked on as well, it was beautiful and bright in here today.

1Mon12In the elevator, the, whatever it was, that the Wilmott-Dixon lads had scraped the polished steel with, had done an excellent job on it. Luckily, it masked my reflection when I took the snap, so it isn’t all bad. Hahaha!

Up to the flat, got in and reflected on the altercations I’d had at the Poundland tills. If the nerves keep playing up like this, I could be in trouble and might need some assistant or help soon?

Josie called to return the plate, cutlery and tray from her Sunday nosh. She mentioned how much she enjoyed it. She handed me some salad and tomatoes, bless her. I’d just bought some ham trimmings from the Poundland shop, and will have lettuce, Dagwood style, later, I thanked her.

1Mon13I got some battered onions in the oven, and while they cooked, I got the plate of salad and Dogwood style wholemeal mini-cob sarnies made up. Added the onions, and with one of the Morrison substituted crap, flavourless, bruised apples, and a lemon mousse, completed the meal. It was good. 6/10 for taste-rating, it would have been higher, but for the lousy Morrison delivered pathetically insipid bashed about damaged, unwanted, horrible Braeburn apple!

I got the washing-up done. The handwashing was done, wrung and hung!

I got settled to watch a DVD – James Bond’s Moonraker. And what bits I stayed awake for, were better than I remembered them. The rewinding was regular. Hehe!

I had a DAAOJ (Drip-And-All-Over-Job) wee-wee. Back in the recliner that xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC camera and searched for my valuables, which he found and took. (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later)

WDP 14LWD 0.30.0B Where the mind-storming got out of hand. Worries, fears, inequalities, unfairness, Government and politician shenanigans, my ailments, global-warming. Even aliens living amongst us, murderers and terrorists freed to kill again. Brexit and the coming end of the world. All had a share of the waffle and confusion pinging and bouncing about in my mind.

I must have got to sleep eventually, cause I woke up later.