Wed 24 June 2015: Inchcock Today: Busy again… but not got much done?

Wednesday 24th June 2015

Sprang awake at 0300hrs – mind racing.

So I got the old laptop on and did some WordPressing. I took my medications.

Eventually forced missen to stop and have a wash and change.

Made a cuppa and fed the pigeons as I took out the rubbish and did some graphicationalisationing and Facebooking.

Then got the nibble-bags ready for later. So as I could give them to the nurses at the clinic (1300hrs appointment) and staff at the GP surgery (1100hrs appointment).

Bit nippy this morning.

Spent a good while trying to get to copy rich text from Word  but no luck. I can from Apache, but for some reason the spell-checker has gone wonky on that and is not working. Tsk!

IMG_0200WC’d and spruced missen up, then set off on me walk to the GP Surgery.

It had brightened up a lot as I started on me hobble.

Got to the surgery and was soon in the Practice Nurses treatment room having me stitches removed.

I must say, the wound is hurting more now that it was before, but by disturbing it, I should expect that.

The Nurse did say she was not too happy with it – and booked me in to go back on Friday for another check of it.

Handed the receptionist the fodder bag and departed.

Not much  traffic about this morning.

Poddled back to the flea-pit and added the appointment for Friday to me diary straight away like.

Then off again with me bus-pass to the Clinic appointment.

Would you believe the doctor there said “I’m not happy with this lesion not healing”. Everyone seems to be telling me they’re not happy with some part of me anatomy today! Hehehe!

I was going to take a picture of a three vehicle ‘Whoopsiedangleplop’ near the island on the way back – but I’d left me camera at home in the other bag. Huh!

Gor back WC to the lesion (painfully) stood up and caught me flaming skin cancer wound on the edge of the door! Whoopsidangleplop again!

Turned off the latop and set aout doing some sorting – but it’s painful with the angina, arthritis, bleeding little Inch and me newly banged wound. Huh and Tsk!

Made me nosh early – Sausage sandwiches I think, too tired to bother with owt else.

But found some microwave chips so decided to have sausage and chip sandwiches instead.

Not so good the chips – the sausages were okay though.

Rated: 6/10 overall.

Feeling well drained again… Tsk!

By Inchie

73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!

4 comments

  1. Kentucky Angel – Owensboro, KY – I'm a somewhat normal, extremely old, grammy, living in Kentucky, and living with MS since the age of 15. Just turned 72, so that's a lot of years. I would tell you how many, but I flunked math, and numbers give me a headache, so I avoid them at all cost. I love to crochet, knit, scrapbook, cook and visit with friends in the lobby of the building I live in. Most of the time I have a sense of humor. Other times I don't. At one time I was a musician with a guitar, but after age and time, plus a few falls, I can no longer play my guitar, so it now lives with my son. Now I play the radio, always with perfect pitch. Well, almost always. Depends on the station or the CD I'm listening to. I try to find something to laugh about every day, another way to get thru each boring day without picking my nose in public.
    Kentucky Angel says:

    Oh, Inchy, what is happening to you? I think you are falling apart faster than I am, and I’m doing a pretty good job of it. just be careful and take care of you, Please????

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    1. Inchie – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock says:

      Thank you Angel. I must admit I’m getting a tad confused wih all the moving jobs and medical appointments. Tsk! Might get better when Steve comes back to work on Monday – of course then I’ve got all the flat arrangents to do… I am in a pickle. Hehehe!

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      1. Kentucky Angel – Owensboro, KY – I'm a somewhat normal, extremely old, grammy, living in Kentucky, and living with MS since the age of 15. Just turned 72, so that's a lot of years. I would tell you how many, but I flunked math, and numbers give me a headache, so I avoid them at all cost. I love to crochet, knit, scrapbook, cook and visit with friends in the lobby of the building I live in. Most of the time I have a sense of humor. Other times I don't. At one time I was a musician with a guitar, but after age and time, plus a few falls, I can no longer play my guitar, so it now lives with my son. Now I play the radio, always with perfect pitch. Well, almost always. Depends on the station or the CD I'm listening to. I try to find something to laugh about every day, another way to get thru each boring day without picking my nose in public.
        Kentucky Angel says:

        I can relate to that particular pickle Inchy. Even moving down the hall is as much trouble as packing up to move across the country. After starting to wade through 5,398,752 recipes to see if there were any I wanted to use, I gave up and chucked the entire stack. That leaves me with only about 5 dozen cookbooks to choose from, but since I usually make the same things over and over again, I seldom use those. Just ideas for seasonings usually. I’m tired, how ’bout you?

      2. Inchie – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
        Inchcock says:

        I’m proud of yer clearing them out gal, this encourages me to get rid too thanks. The cook books will be hard to reject.
        I’m only just getting into seasoning things, like me beans.
        I seem permanently tired lately gal. Tsk!
        take care pet.

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