Month: May 2015

Sat 23.5.15 Inchcock Today: Waiting indoors fer his equipment to arrive?

Saturday 23rd May 2015

I had surprisingly good kip last night, over 6 hours and that’s rare fer me. Off course it was dream filled, but blown if I remember any details this time. Funny that, sometimes remembering so much of them and others nowt much at all. Wonder if anyone else is like this?

No WCing this morning yet?

Had a good scrub-up and limped down stairs (The angina a bit nasty, arthritis in knees not too bad but the hands are, bleeding from me piles cleaned up, reflux valve sticking a bit, the blind boil and skin cancer patch tender and the dizzies have started early – Tsk!).

I gathered me things to do a search of the City Homes site, made a cuppa and laptop on.

Logging on took about six attempts, why I don’t know.

Realised I’d forgotten to do me BP tests, hey-ho too late now.

Made another cuppa and started to search the Independent Living (Seniors Aided Homes) section.

The first one on the list was ‘High Cross Leys’ on Woodborough Road near the City Centre. Not a Council one, a private one that the council advertised. I then did a search for the complex on the web and got this up:

Man Dies in Flat Fire

HighCross1 

A man’s body was discovered after a fire at Highcross Leys warden-aided complex in St Ann’s.

Police and firefighters were called to Highcross Leys, Woodborough Road, at 10.20am.

The body of a man, yet to be formally identified, was found in one of the flats.

Firefighters from Central, Carlton and Arnold stations put the fire out by 11.10am.

A number of other people were treated after breathing in smoke.

A forensic examination was carried out involving the East Midlands fire dog investigation unit.

Police are working with the fire service to establish the cause of the blaze, numerous suspicious circumstances are being investigated.

Well that gave me encouragement and cheered me up no-end!

I continued searching for any properties that I could qualify for and wanted to look at one in a high rise block in Sherwood.

The system then told me ‘Page unavailable’ and the Council’s site froze. Huh!

I got back on the page and it would not let me in to bid or view properties. But I did read some of the ‘Rules’ for Independent Living Accommodation.

There are Four bands. Band 1: The one most likely to be granted a place – down to Band 4: Those with their own home the least likely.

As I say, I’m cheering missen up no-end today… being classed in Band 4 like…

Tried again on the City Homes site to find Sunridge Courts, which is the one nearest to me and most suitable because I could keep my own GP if I could get in there. Nothing available to Band 4 folk like wot I am though!

While searching for Sheltered housing I came across Miss Cullen’s Almshouses in Sherwood that have been converted into flats (Built 1882). There was no costs displayed but I sent them an email asking for details and showing my interest and reasons. Now I must not get excited about this, just hopeful.

Did a bit of cleaning, I’m expecting the hoover and shredder to arrive with the laptop and scanner late afternoon – but not sure of course – can’t concentrate very well. As the day goes on I’m worried if I have to visit the WC and miss them?

I’ve got that many papers to sort and shred, I’ll start sorting them now.

Got a call from PC World who told me my laptop is ready to be collected? I informed him I was told it would be delivered along with me hoover scanner, inks, Iron and shredder today or tomorrow. Oh dear dear dear… not another ‘Whoppsiedangleplop’ surely? I wouldn’t be surprised though.

After a couple of hours bending and sorting and packing stuff fer the bins, recycling and Nottingham Hospice shop – I’m tuckered! Me backs well painful now.

Made a cuppa and took a break on Facebook for a bit.

Well done that… but don’t feel up to much still – Tsk!

Tried to do some more sorting out, and came across an old Orlando Sentinel newspaper! I posted it on the TFZ to see if anyone could guess the date of it – after going on Coreldraw9 and blocking it showing.

Got some paperwork sorted out that needs shredding when the machine arrives – and a lot more to get ready too. That is if I’m up to it by the time it comes, very tired now. Poor old scrote!

Make another cuppa strong tea and gave up doing any more sorting. Made up a good few bags to go to the Hospice shop, now I just need time to take them there.

I was musing over the receipts from PC World, and it dawned on me how much I’d actually spent – it frit me a bit – but I do or will need everything I bought. Whether it comes today or tomorrow I must get some sleep on to go with the good one I had last night.

The receipt read:

Brother Bro LC227 XL VAL £59.99 That was the ink I think

Brother MFC J4625 DW £99.99 The printer copier

Philips GC2040/20 X00000060618 £19.99 The iron?

Hoover Blaze BLD 3001 X000011123 £64.99 The vacuum cleaner

Fellows 60CS Shredder Xoooo114709 Paper shredder

Acer Aspire ES 1-711 £379.99 Laptop

MCA LS 0000 + CLD WBW 0000112088 £39.00 No idea what this is?

KNH Set up & P 32GB 1X0000075499 – Knowhow Report Setup – In store USB set £45.00???

Confusing innit?

Got even more paperwork sorted ready fer shredding.

No delivery by 1845hrs, so made me nosh and got  on with this diary.

The pod peas were uneatable eurgh!

Hope the delivery comes early in the morning so I can get some shredding done… perhaps… possibly… maybe…

Why Did the Inchcock Party get No Votes?

Statements from Inchock Party Members in their failure to get any votes in the May General Elections.

Raving reporter Dunc the Hunk interviewed some of the remaining members of the party to get their views on the abject failure.

Inchcock:

Following the highly surprising result in the May General Elections – the fact that our Inchcock Party got no, nil, keine, nema, acune votes at all, may have electors perceiving the wrong message. It does concern me that our standing members failed to vote for themselves somewhat.

I think the supply of Rumanian lager and Irish Vodka I’ve obtained should encourage members to stick with the party and try again perhaps?

Danny Soz:

Wot? We ain’t failed mush! I’m drawing up a new manifesto now.

We is going to bounce back with a vengeance.

Unlimited immigration, free lager for the under 18’s, close all the prisons down, make smoking Golden Virginia compulsory and ban UKIP.

Rachel Headturner:

The elementary and fundamental causes of the Inchcock Party’s failure in this election can be attributed to the nepheliad-like leadership from Inchcock himself.

He set out to vote and ended up at the hospital haematology department, caught a bus to go back to the election booth and realised he had got on the wrong bus. Got off of it and caught another into Nottingham City centre.

Where as he approached the bus-stop to get to his election ward to vote he was arrested for feeding the pigeons in the city centre.

By the time he was released on bail the voting booths had closed down!

I ask you, how did we stand a chance with that ‘Whoopsiedangleplop’ prone pillock in charge.

I will be making a challenge for the leadership of the party in readiness for the next elections.

Shirley Shazaam:

Unfortunately I was decorating the new house when voting day arrived.

I was getting on tremendously well until I came across Mike Steedenski in his chair watching the TV and having a drinkie-phoo, and had the devils own job of moving him so I could get to the fish aquarium to paint it.

He slid into a stupor and slid off the chair you see… this enabled me to get some of the emulsioning done on one end of the fish tank, but as I was just finishing that, he stirred and tripped me up causing the paint to go all over the new carpet and he was sick on it.

The ambulance arrived and managed to remove the paint-roller from his rear end, and by then it was… oh… sorry, what was the question?

Mike Steedenski:

One election day, there I was deep in concentrating on the election results on the Adult Channel when the missus foolishly came near me with the Chinese produced Ukrainian emulsion paint we got from Lidl. She knew I wus allergic to the fumes and I passed out, spilling me Absinthe and cherryade drink.

Despite it being her foolish actions that made me topple over and the wench she seemed annoyed with me – and attacked me with the paint-roller as I was coming round. Women eh?

Still it’s a shame about us missing voting cause I was in the A&E having a certain cavity checked for any damage caused like.

Still I can go back to me Traffic Warden job.

Alienora Funbutt:

The intricateness of analysing the cause of the Inchcock Party failure lies within the confusion brewed within the politically accepted pedegorisation of acceptable failures as opposed to the correctionalisation of tactical preparation and responses as one would expect.

The exoticness is plain to see, and further development of positionally adopted autonomous actions would not necessarily tremefy the party’s leadership, but rather encourage a new more agreeable standard and a much more acceptableness and understanding of the needs of both electors without grandiloquence. And then we could start having raves on a regular basis to replace party seminars. We still might not win – but it would be fun!

Big Gazza:

I think that we were perhaps always never not going to get any votes yer know. Hic!

The sooner they bring back the cat and genuine pork scratching the sooner things will not get no better if not worse!

Fri 22.5.15 Inchcock Today

Friday 22nd May 2015

Disturbed night, couldn’t get rid of the feeling that I would not get the flat at Spencer Court’

Took medications.

Got up and did some sorting.

BJ rang, he’s calling later twixt 1100 > 1130hrs.

On laptop, email from Spencer Court, the board have rejected my application for  a flat.

Now at my lowest ebb.

Decided to go and see the Council to restate my interest in independent living flats again and find out me password.

Still pressing on with sorting and cleaning while waiting for BJ to arrive.

1235hrs, no BJ. Rang him no answer, hope he’s alright.

If BJ arrives I’ll go to see if I can get a paper-shredder, hoover and laptop delivered, with someone setting up the laptop for me. This one keeps loosing vision and or freezing.

1245hrs and no BJ yet. Hope he’s alright. Rang him no reply. Tried again later same. Then he phoned back, he’ll be about half an hour.

Not feeling so bad about losing the flat now – not good in any way mind – but determined to try at the Council again, it’s just that they only have one complex nearby to the GP surgery, so any I might get will involve me moving doctor as well, no good that.

Now I’ve reminded missen about that I feel worse again! Tsk!

BJ arrived eventually. After a chin-wag he loaded the five bags into his car and lifted me to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop with them.

While in the shop BJ found two books he’d been after getting for ages – so I treat him in way of thanking him fer his help like.

I spotted a Commemorative decorated Plate on sale of the Royal Visit to Canada in 1939. Took this photo so I could post it here and on the TFZ site.

BJ went home and I caught the bus outside the hop into town.

Went in PC World and spent a fortune, having me items delivered Sat or Sunday.

Went over to Tesco and got some bread, new potatoes, pod peas, pork loin and cream cake.

Poddled across town, (avoiding the burke on  a bike) to the City Council Contact point in the library took a ticket and sat in the queue for an hour.

I explained about things and got a new contact code so I can start searching for what they call Independent Living accommodation (Warden aided flats) again on the Web. Must keep trying eh?

On the way through the City Centre someone had collapsed or fell over and a pavement cyclist nearly ran into them, I saw the nerk coming near them but he was too quick to catch.

I got up Queen Street and caught a bus back to Carrington.

Got some bread thins from the Co-op when I dropped off the bus, through the twitchell and back to the depressing dump deemed home.

WC’d and had a mope about me bad luck for a bit.

Prepared my nosh: Pod peas, bread thins, Cox’s apple, new potatoes, tomatoes, liver pate and pork pie.

Fit for a King I thought, made a cuppa and consumed it with pleasure.

Finished this Diary.

A testing day of disastrous news.

Coping is the best I hope for – so be it! Tsk!

Huh… cramp in me fingers now.

Thur 21.5.15: Inchcock Today – A feeling of failure

Thursday 21st May 2015

Woke after three hours dream filled kip remembering a bit of one and wrote it down straight away and drew a picture of a part of it. Decided to get it down quick before any of the memories faded like wot they do: I reproduced the written drawing on Coreldraw9 in between it and the laptop freezing:

Started with me going.. being forced to go with Sister Jane and Pete to a posh restaurant in a big mansion type place – we met another 5 unknown to me people and I got served last with stale chips and and some meat of some sort all that was left for me… tried to wrap it up in a carrier bag but it kept falling out – then everyone else had left I got lost getting out of the place and ended up on the roof, lost my shoes…

In a house on a bed babysitting two girls and a Chicken?

One the streets at night looking for somewhere… ended up in a gigantic wooden building with a giant water tank in the middle, walkway with a door and window, on the walls and wanted to get from the walkway onto a wooden escalator water running down it? Couldn’t find a route through, frustrated got back to the walkway and the door – someone who appeared then demanded payment by bankers draft of me microwave sausages for me to be let out… I was not parting with my microwave sausages and had to climb through the window to escape…

I was in dark streets, running through narrow passages and nooks, kept losing parts of my clothing as I searched for a way home… Came to an open space with houses that had giant concrete steps you had to climb to get into them, they ran for miles, I was at the bottom of the steps wondering why I was carrying a little doll, when a black dog and seal attacked me… had to climb the steps up to get away from them  and when I reached the top I wondered how I managed to get up them without any pain from the arthritis? The dog and seal caught up with me and somehow I made friends with them?

Still dark streets, and by now I was in just me underpants and torn vest with a bag of some sort over me shoulder, maybe the meal from earlier?

Back to running down alleyways for ages it seemed trying to find me way… A policeman stood at the end of one of passages and just smiled as I passed, then he hit me with his truncheon and laughed, like the Laughing Policeman of old at the seaside used to laugh…

I was back on the bed with the chicken, feeding it Marmite crisps as it clucked away to me as if talking? Hey-ho!

Did me BP thingies: Sys 158 Dia 74 Pulse 68 Temp 31.4c

WC’d, more bleeding from the Inch, none from the haemorrhoids.

Pondered on how thing might go today – remembered I have to go to the GP nurse for me INR tests at 0915hrs. Clinic 1110hrs and Age UK’s Steve and MRBHA assessor coming at 1300hrs.

Started this diary.

WC and another cuppa and I was ready fer me little walk to the GP surgery for me INR Warfarin level tests.

Fed the pigeons on the way.

It was a bit windy but the sky was nice as I approached the pelican lights to cross over Mansfield Road and turn left up the incline to the keep my appointment at the Sherringham Medical Centre Practise Nurse for me INR tests. I wondered if I’d be done by the Obergruppenführer one or the nice one that’s new to the practice and not yet adopted a bolshy attitude?

Luckily I got the nice one, and she done me proud, even though I’d forgot to take me Anticoagulation record card with me, and she asked how I was?

I handed the receptionist a bag of nibbles as I thanked then and left.

I was only a couple of hundreds yards down the road on me way to Lidl and one of the far too numerous Nottingham Pavement Cyclists passed rather closely by me.

I turned around and got his photo to add to the 89 photo’s of these unthinking vermin I have at present.

It wouldn’t be so bad if they had a honker or loud bell  and used them to let the pedestrians know they were coming – and were aware of people with bad eyesight, poor hearing and lack of manoeuvrability and slowed down a bit would it? But I refuse to allow these ilegal nasty pieces of work to get to me!  LIE MODE DETECTED!

Caught the bus to the GUM Clinic and was tended to with great embarrassment.

In and out within 30 minutes and hastened and caught bus back into Carrington and called at the Lidl store.

Feeling well drained now – think I might have done too much yesterday?

Got a pork pie, small bag of Jersey new potatoes two cheese rolls and four flat-bottomed carrier bags. And… the bags were cheaper than the Co-op and Pound shop Tsk if only I’d known earlier!

Got back to the bomb-site feeling really not very good at all – tired, weary and me feet legs and back were bad! But I must put on an “I’m fine” smile when the lady comes from the MRBHA to interview me… Good heavens, two pretend policemen have just walked passed me window down the street – they’ll not catch the antisocial element at this time of day… well they might!

Sod-it, another dizzy now.

Steve from Age UK arrived and then the ladies from MRBHA.

I felt that it didn’t go too well. They are having a meeting to pick which of the applicants will get the flat at Spencer Court and let me know next week.

I made a flask and me meal and got some much needed sleep in.

BJ rang I woke but not in time to answer the phone before it stopped.

I rang back but no answer.

No chance of nodding off again. Realised I’d left me flask downstairs.

Feeling low again.

The photo I took of the sky as I returned to start me laptop said it all to me – The End of the Day…

TTFN.

Hey-ho!

Wed 20.5.15: Inchcock Today: Age UK councillor arrives

Wednesday 20th May 2015

Woke up with a jump and boggled racing mind again: No district nurses to call again any more (Sigh). Mused over the dreams I had but lost all memories as I did – odd that?

WC’d, damned little Inch bleeding again, and the blind boil and skin cancer growth were both very tender.

Took me medications and did me BP test thingy:

Sys 162 Dia 82 Pulse 84 Temp 35.2c.

Started this diary. The laptop was going  very slowly. Coreldraw9 crashed when making the header (Fancy that!).

Had a wash and shave and started to sort out the mass of wiring in the front room. What a tangle! Hey-ho!

Worked away sorting and cleaning and bagging – hours of it – clouted me forehead when bending and got a dizzy.

Well shattered by the time the Age UK persons arrived at 1129hrs.

Steve and Cerium, both nice people.

We talked and decided Steve would come tomorrow to be here when the Assessor comes from the MRBHA. He had to phone them first to see if they could change their appointment time so he could attend the meeting.

I had to take back the syringes to the chemists as I no longer needed them. So I thought I’d get six of the Co-op strong bags to use for me transferring stuff in the event I get the flat like. The chances are looking a bit brighter now I’ve spoke with Steve.

Yesterday BC suggested that I get some of those flat bottomed bags to use in the transfer of stuff. So as I had to go to the chemist to return the syringes no longer required I called in the Co-op and paid for six bags. The idea being to get so many of different stores bags so as to identify stuff for different room s in the new flat like. The Co-op, after I’d paid, found out they only had two in stock – Tsk! So I  said not to bother and got a refund.

Int life a bother?

As I was coming back on Mansfield Road two bobby-cars crossed over to the wrong side of the road to pass the cars stopped at the pelican crossing.

You should have seen the dirty look I got from the woman police-person driver when she passed and saw me taking the photo! If looks could kill I’d been a gonna!

Got back to the dump feeding the pigeons en route to find a letter from Boots Opticians telling me the glasses were ready to be collected. Gawd knows when I’ll get time for that.

And me INR Anticoagulation results – informing me I have to have another test tomorrow – so I’ll have to go to the GP surgery to book it. There’s no way I can fit in or cope with INR test, getting to the opticians, clinic visit and the MRBHA Assessor visitation all tomorrow… but then again…

Not sure what time or if BJ will be calling today. BJ rang and he is not due to come – I got confused again. Huh!

So I set-off to go to surgery then get the bus to town to get glasses and bags.

Be back soon, I hope like…

Well folks, I caught the bus into town, went into Tesco and bought 6 of the flat bottomed bags. The pack of two fresh cream horns seemed to jump into me shopping basket as I passed by them again. Tsk!

I walked through and out of Victoria shopping Centre and across the traffic lights – noticing the suicidal nature of the Nottingham shoplifters… no I mean citizenry, to cross the road against the lights at this junction yet again! Although after loading the photograph I see I’ve missed the red and green lights off of it, I can assure you they were on red for pedestrians. Best of all they don’t even look to see if any traffic is coming, just waddle on with their mobile phones attached to their ear-holes. Huh!

I walked down and into the City Centre.

Took a ‘Moody photo’ of the side of the Council house showing the shadows sky and futility of life… eh? Did I say that?

Straight on from here, across the pedestrian crossing and up to the top of Friar Lane and into Boots opticians to collect me glasses. Had the two gals in tucks with laughter as I found me form and revealed me disasters of the week to them. While doing this the commented on me scar on me head and I had em laughing again – I was enjoying this – until it dawned on me I’d forgotten to call at the GP to try and get an appointment with the nurse to have me INR test done. One of the ladies let me use the phone and got me the number – and I got booked in for the morning at 0930hrs – heaven help me if I forget!

Then I walked down and right into Wheeler Gate and called in the pound shop and got 6 of their flat-bottomed bags with a Donald Duck picture on them.

Out and back through the Nottingham Slab-Square taking a photograph that is here on the right.

Not sure if I had changed any settings on it by mistake, but it came out nothing like I recall the sky being – or is it me new glasses? Hehe!

Over the square and up King Street to the bus-stop and joined the queue for the bus to Carrington.

Slipping the pigeons a few clandestine seeds on the way.

The bus was quiet full and I wish I had brave enough to turn and take a photograph of me fellow passengers as only three of them were not on their mobiles. One lady somewhere near the back was so loud I think the others were shouting to get their message through to whoever they were calling over her voice. Still, I hope she enjoys her Carbonara whatever that is, with Marvin tonight.

Got back to the dump WC visit and set about making me 7 microwave sausages and chopped tomatoes dish.

Had some bread thins to wrap each sausage in and soak up the juice.

Marvellous!

I tried to get me head down for a bit, but cramps in me right leg ensured I didn’t get me head down for a bit. Gobbleknots!

Gave up trying to kip and finished this diary.

The reflux valve gave me some scary bother for a while, thought at one stage “Hello, now I kick the bucket just when I’ve got a chance of moving to a warden-aided flat!” TssssK!”

But it stopped again, and the the cramps spread to left leg? Is it because I’m not gerrin’ me walks in? If I remember I’ll ask the Obergruppenführer Nurse in the morning – as I say, if I remember to go…

Let’s see if I’ve got this right… 0939 GP nurse INR test… 1120 Clinic with me bleeding Inch, 1300hrs Steve and the MRBHA assessor coming to see me, 1600hrs pick up prescriptions and phone QMC to confirm appointment… yes that’s all I reckon… ah, got to try and get some sorting done as well… oh dear…

Tue 19.5.15: Inchcock Today: Progress! Too late but still, Progress!

Tuesday 19th May 2015

I felt a bit like the sky this morning a, bit dark and unsettled, on edge, anxious.

Must do me best to get some sorting done again: I just hope BJ gets in touch. I think he rang last night but just ‘Private number’ shown on phone.

Must remember Wednesday the Age UK gentleman is calling and Thursday the evaluator from Spencer Courts is coming to interview and assess me for application to the flat.

The mind still swirling. The littlest setback criticalistion or failure and down I go. Sad state of affairs.

Even me BP readings looked dodgy to me this morning, I’ll ask the District Nurse when she comes to give me the needle, if she can have a look.

Sys 131, Dia 76, Pulse 99, Temp 34.6c?

Started this diary – had a washski and started to sort some paperwork out.

BJ rang again, this time on another phone that showed up – rang him back. His better half answered, BJ will call later to see me.

I think missing me walks and wanders is doing me no good, but just do not have the time with all these appointments to go on ’em – Sad!

So, Wednesday Age UK advisor coming – Thursday MRBHA assessor coming, Friday clinic, District nurses twice a day  for the next six days at least.

BJ called and I explained me situation come plight to him – he took me bags of washing to give Mandy at the launderette to do a service wash for me bless him. He said he would come this afternoon to take some of the bags away for me. What a mate!

Waiting for the nurse I updated this sad Tommy-rot. Whilst doing so the warm wet sensation came in me pants – Boggleplonkdamn! – Little Inch was bleeding again. Cleaned missen up and continued to wait for the nurse.

Nurses arrived and done me injections. We had a nice chin-wag for a bit.

I then searched totally without any success for me multi-point Sim card attachment for the laptop, the one I’d used  three hours ago! After over an hour of searching I gave up. Oh dear…

Updated this diary to here, then waited to hear from BJ.

BJ arrived, returned me done service-laundry (£15.99) and set too helping me sort the bags out, and he not only took bags to the bins, but lifted me to the computer shop, where they didn’t have any multi-card reader (shame) and then to the Nottingham Hospice shop with the bags, heater, TV and DVDs. Unfortunately, the lady said they cannot accept or sell TVs? So BJ ran us to the Sue Ryder shop and they accepted it.

Got a call from the nurses, the Anoxaparin was to be stopped – as me last INR test had improved. So nobody will be calling who I can have natter with – Huh!

Then back to the flea-pit and BJ spent hours helping me sort a corner out.

During which it suddenly hailed in bucketfuls.

By now I was done in physically but still wanted to get a multi-card reader to replace the one that had magically disappeared.

So when BJ left, saying he’s try to get here tomorrow afternoon and help some more, I thanked him and set off for the bus-stop to go into town and Jessop’s camera shop.

Damned decent chap is BJ.

One of the best, bless him.

As I waked along the hail that had fallen for a few minutes had turned into snow.

Down Church Drive over the pelican crossing and down to the bus-stop.

I soon caught a bus into the City Centre. Got off on Milton Street and walked on to cross the lights into Clumber Street.

The famous Nottinghomian’s again proving there determination to ignore the Walk Don’t walk lights at all costs.

I popped into the Jessop’s shop anf got the multi-card reader – same model as the one I lost.

It was getting late now and I was getting more tired than ever – but as I passed some noshery or other – the smell of the food made me hungry again.

When I got on the bus I took a photo of a building housing shops, and mighty fine workmanship and design too. Erected in 1901 the plaque said.

When I got off the bus in Carrington the smell from the Greek fish &chip shop even smelt nice… well, not as repugnant as it usually does like.

The rain began starting as I got to the flea-pit.

I cooked me nosh and made a cuppa.

Then ate me nosh – bet yer can’t guess what all the ingredients were from this photographicalisation wot I dun?

Clues?: American… root, toms, beet, leaves, two kind of pot’s?

I’m so glad to be eating again.

Did some Facebooking and got me head down – now to see if me mind let’s me sleep Hehe!

Mon 18.5.15: Inchcock Today – Not good, but I’m sure it’ll get worse…

Monday 18th May 2015

Woke up with a jump and racing mind: Got nurse coming in for last ( I hope) Anoxaparin injection – then must go to GP ask about is it safe to take St Peters Wort with other medications? (Which I forgot to do) – Look at BP readings on me record list (Which I forgot to do) – find out last INR reading from Friday, get new dosage, have new INR test – try to get some packing done – Contact BJ re asking for help with moving stuff… the mind spins.

Bleeding from little Inch lesion not so bad this morning. Feeling nervous about everything I think of – what’s a matter with me I asked myself – again, no answer came the reply. Tsk!

Did me tests: Sys 149, Dia 85, Pulse 72, Temp 32.1

WC’d, no blood from the rear end. Stomach churning a tad.

Went to start laptop and found I’d left it on. Huh!

Took photo from window – raining heavily.

Checked emails for anything from hospital, doctors, housing or authorities – nowt there.

The tummy calmed down a bit now.

Put water heater on and Facebooked a while waiting for it to heat up. Then titivated myself and went down to make a cuppa and wait the arrival of the District Nurse.

Bent down to pick up some stuff from one of the many piles of ‘notyetsorted’ rubbish and started the back off again… I’m getting frustrated now, and querulous with life.

District nurses twice a day, INR tests, Clinic visits, sorting out not getting done, bleeding from front and rear end, Anne Gyna not happy… me mind racing confusedly on its own accord… not a confident or happy chappie at the moment. Hey-ho!

Sorted a few things out into bags.

Made a cuppa and pot of porridge, and continued waiting for the arrival of the nurse – daring not to move in case I miss her, again nowt much got done in the packing and sorting department of the hovel, but I managed a couple of black bags.

The District Nurse arrived and soon had me injected.

I collected me notes of what to ask the medical person about when I arrived at the Sherringham Medical Practise Surgery, and set off on my poddle to the surgery.

Feeding a few pigeons that came down to have their breakfast on the road outside.

It was a bit gloomy and drizzly this morning, and I still felt so unnaturally tired it bothered me a bit.

Down and into the surgery the receptionist gave me the INR results and new dosages – the level had improved from 1.3 to 1.9 but they said I still have to continue with the Enoxaparin injections.

And gave me a prescription to have filled in at the Pharmacy for 10 filled syringes, which means five more days worth at least, and there is still two left in the box from the last sessions.

Also I had to make an appointment with the surgery nurse to have INR level test done on the 18th May – I pointed out that it is the 18th today – she made me an appointment with the nurse for 1315hrs today. Busy again!

Out into the rain and had a walk down to the Chemist to have me prescription filled.

As usual they did not have sufficient stock to hand and gave me seven syringes telling me to return tomorrow afternoon for the other three. (No rest fer the wicked eh?)

I called into the launderette next door and spoke with Mandy asking her how much it would cost to have a service wash done tomorrow, if I could get in touch with BJ to ask him if he could get the wash there and collect it afterwards?

She took a photo of me flabby-belly for me.

It’s amazing how quickly the marks (on the right in the photo but actually on me left) from yesterday had died-down so quickly.

I plodded back to the flea-pit and was still amazed at how tired I felt. Must be a side effect of the drug mixing with me regular ones surely?

I had another dizzy-spell when I got up off the stool to see what nosh I had in the freezer to have tonight for me nosh and crashed down back on it starting me blind-boil hurting again! Tsk, Huh and Gobbledinnash!

Still, I have an American pulled-pork and potatoes ready-meal in there I might have tonight. If I ever feel hungry.

I tried to do some clearing up, no sooner had I bent down a couple of times the angina started again, bad.

So there I was just beginning to feel a tad sorry for missen and I had a call to the porcelain – Crickey the blood! The lesion on me little Inch was pouring, took me ages to get it down to a leak and not flow – so I’m sat here now covered in paper towels with crossed fingers – if it don’t stop soon I’ll have to ring for help.

It seems to have stopped I hope, but it took ages to do so.

I do feel sorry for missen now! Huh!

Set the alarm in the event that I can nod-off for a bit and make sure I’m up for when the District Nurse calls between 1900 and 2200 hrs.

A chap from Age UK rang to say he’s call on Wednesday to see me about assistance with moving. (IF I get the flat).

Can’t eat or sleep it seems now – might as well try reading me book.

Got me laundry things half ready for tomorrow. Hoping that BJ will call.

I went down and made a cup of tea and waited for the nurse to arrive.

Three hours later she came – a Scottish gal, very patient and kind and did me medicationalisationing on me left side tonight for me.

We had a char and she said she’d send in a report telling them I needed help bless her cotton socks.

Late now, still not hungry, tired mind, but can I drop off? No! Double Tsk!

Inchock Tells his Tale in Verse – of the District Nurse!

I’ll tell yers this tale, un I’ll do it in verse,

About the last visit from me District Nurse,

I was waiting for to arrive and me arthritis got worse,

After I’d convince me knees, wot I had to coerce,

To let me up – sudden pain I cursed!

I sat down quickly – on me bum cheeks I had to purse,

I thought me bum’s blind-boil I had burst,

The pain was like lighting and a thunder-burst,

She soon injected me, smiling, looking perverse,

I said thank you, and she drove off in her hearse.

I’ve got another visit tonight – 2 a day… I could curse!

Hey-Ho!

Sun 17.5.15: Inchcock Today

Sunday 17th May 2015

Managed to get off to kip about 0415hrs.

Up at 0700hrs to get ready for the district nurse’s visitation for me injection.

The morning sky

My dreams seemed to have been all about people in a long line queuing up to bollock me, tell me off or lambast me on a great range of topics and faults and failures? Hundreds of them, some I recognised others strangers. The last dream I was starting work at a small busy railway station in military uniform of some sort – always queues all day and night, off procedures to do that seemed normal but nothing like the actual duties that would be carried out at such a place, think I enjoyed it.

Haemorrhoids and the Inch lesion bleeding this morning. However the blind-boil was less painful.

Fatima, Fred and Ferdinand having breakfast this morning

Fed Fatima Fred and Ferdinand who popped down for breakfast when I was taking the rubbish out to the bin.

The District Nurse came and done me. Young gal this time.

I had a look at me previous few INR results out of no particular interest like. 3.5 is me target level: 1.5 – 3.4 – 2.9 – 2.9 – 2.4 – 3.3 – 1.2 – 1.3 – 1.3 the nurses are coming again tonight and then in the morning to do the last Anoxaparin injections – no notification yet from the hospital or doctors about when me next INR test is to be, or what me last one was?

I keep up going from perky to down so quickly, the slightest thing, put-down or failure and the gloom descends. I must mention this to the GP when I go for me next INR level test. It’s never been like this, so up and down to the depths so changeable so quickly before. Perhaps it’s a side-effect of the Anoxaparin?

Made a cuppa and took medications.

Started to do some sorting of the rubbish at last – but the dizzies came on again and I went over luckily falling on a pile of bagged clothes waiting to go to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.

Did me BP tests: Sys 178 Dia 90 Puls 82 Temp 34.2

A high reading today, this might be why the dizzies came on when I started bending up and down? Going to do some computing to relax and calm down and hope I don’t fall asleep.

Did some graphics for the TFZer gals, despite Coreldraw9 repeatedly crashing and having to restart the laptop, I didn’t let it get me going this time, thought about me blood-pressure see.

Made a flask of tea and started on with this here diary.

Visited the porcelain and found the little Inch bleeding again, very dark red this time.

Due I imagine to the low level of me INR or maybe the Anoxaparin medications.

Or would the high blood pressure make it coloured so deeply?

Hey-ho, I hope I can nod off and get some kip before the night nurse calls.

Wonder what to have for nosh today?

I’ll surprise missen. Hehe!

Did a search for me glasses that I er… misplaced last week.

No luck at all.

Hey-ho!

Got the nosh ready… Roast potatoes, garden peas and braised beef in onion gravy.

Mucho goodo too!

I rate this nosh at 8/10!

Followed it with two blackcurrant and ice-cream frozen lollies.

When I had a wash and brush-up I checked out me latest bruises from the injections.

I thought the photograph came out looking like a piece of contemporary art?

Did some more updating on this diary.

I managed to make a few bags of ‘Getridof’ stuff – but how I’m going them to the Hospice shop I don’t know yet.

It was pitch black-dark when the District Nurse arrived – she did me second syringe of Anoxaparin on the other side of flabbadob belly and shot off, I was her last client… her very tired last client!

She said I had to have one more in the morning and then go see the GP to find out what the INR level was last Friday and then have another test done.

Somehow I stayed awake to finish this dairy off here.

Oh dear, I feel a warm wet glow from me nether regions… I’ll check, hang on please…

Huh! – bleeding Inch again.

Cleaned missen up and applied some of me Betamethasone cream.

Nightie night folks.

Sat 16th May 2015: Inchcock Today

Saturday 16th May 2015

Got up feeling well drained still – remembered bits of a dream involving a large house and various large ladies of an amorous nature I was pursuing around the rooms and gardens, happily they seemed to respond to my advances – now that really is a dream!

Pretty but weird sky

On me way down to make a cup of tea, I espied the sky from the top window and thought it looked a bit different with its light blue with white edging and the swirling dark clouds above.

A sign of something coming methinks, but what?

It seemed a bit warmer this morning.

I remembered to get ready for the nurse coming to dispense the Anoxaparin injections into me ticker. They are coming in twice a day over the weekend (planned to anyway) to do this for me.

Did me BP thing: Sys 141-Dia 85-Pulse 85-Temp 33.1c

Checks on me other ailment: Arthritis knees not bad at all, hands fair, Blind-boil nasty, Anne Gyna fair, Duodenal ulcer okay, hernia okay, Reflux valve sticking but not swollen? Inch Lesion no bleeding, Haemorrhoids no bleeding.

Breakfast today

Made me cuppa and had me breakfast (Medications hehe).

Started laptop and it didn’t recognise the power supply. This happened a couple of months ago and I had to get a new unit – Huh!

Started to create this diary.

The call to the porcelain intervened and things were still loose to say the least.

The Sky continued to impress

Did a bit of sorting, but of course the bins are full and I’ve already got several black backs and box’s of stuff ready to find a kind person to take the away for me.

Weary now.

The District Nurse arrived and gave me some more bruises with the syringe bless her.

Selfies of me syringe marks

She seemed intent on going in deeper than the other nurses did, tonight between 2000 > 2200hrs another nurse should be along to ‘do me’ hehehe!

Tried to do some ‘selfies’ (Is that the word?) of flabby belly bruises. More to come too. Hey-ho! 

So I’m going to try and get some sleep in between because I really feel knackered now, excessively so.

I’ll try to do some Facebooking and see how I feel first.

Had me nosh for the day.

Fell asleep – easily.

Woke around 1825hrs.

Had wash and shave and took me evening medications including the 2½ Warfarin.

Updated this diary to here and went down to await the arrival of the Night Nurse.

Still feeling tired with my spirits seeming to be up one minute and down the next?

Hey-ho!

Woke up around 1935hrs and titivated missen and got ready for the District Nurse took.

Made an impromptu rhyme while I was waiting for the nurse to arrive. I’ll post it later – about when I stopped drinking.

The nurse arrived and injected me flobadob tummy.

I’d been feeling a bit shivery and cold, but it was actually warm tonight?

Glad I managed a bit of a kip now, but guilty that I have again got no sorting out done. Tsk!

Finished this diary off and got me Rhyme post done and posted too.

Nodded off and woke with such gusto within about five minutes – panic and confusion fer a few seconds – I must have had an instant dream perhaps? Real weird feeling – and I could not get back to kip for yonks. Tsk!

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