Inchcock Today Tue 3 Nov 15: Flaked out physically – Ah well!

Tuesday 3^rd November 2015

After sleeping and waking every few minutes it seemed to me, I gave up and got up at 0250hrs to visit the porcelain.

As soon as I moved I knew that Little Inchy and Anne Gyna didn’t like me moving! Tsk!

Little Inchy was sore, I put that own to the examination yesterday though. The stinging was not so bad though, if that makes sense to you?

The Stomach was really rumbling and bubbling. Overall not feeling too bright at the moment. The late night for me didn’t help.

Oh… another call to the porcelain. Cor blimey… and I didn’t have a nosh last night either, too tired to bother.

Not up to doing any sorting today that’s for sure – although guilt may prompt me into action later – oh and the laundry needs doing…

Made a cuppa, medications taken and laptop on.

Did some Facebooking and emails.

Got a wash and spruce up, then got me laundry ready, made sure I had soap, freshener, me mobile, camera in pocket and coins of the realm.

Got down and both machines were in use. Both had about 35 minutes left according to the readout on the machines.

Came back to the flat made a cuppa and updated this twollop.

Back down to try again with me laundry.

One machine free so got it in and going.

Very natter with some residents as they waited in the warmth of the reception area before going out to catch the bus.

Back up to the flat and the WC (Oh dear) sorted some paperwork out ready for filing (I keep finding more as I go through the stuff).

Back down to the laundry room and did me crossword book as I waited for the washing machine to finish.

Another nice little natter when some tenants came in off the bus.

Got the washing into the drier, and nibbles some nuts while doing me crossword book.

Packed me stuff into me bag and returned to the flat.

Had a dizzy in the lift and that was me done for the day – worst I’ve ever had. Tsk!

Got in and put me things in the airing cupboard.

I’m afraid I did nothing else apart from make me nosh, sat in the chair occasionally getting up to go to the porcelain, and that was me day.

Despite me feeling so bad, I did enjoy the nosh.

Garden peas, Frikadellens, pickled egg, beetroot, seasoned fries and bread thins. Strawberry cheesecake to follow.

Kept nodding and waking again, last time I recall getting up for the WC was about midnight – and didn’t feel well at all, thought about pressing me wrist alarm – glad I didn’t now, cause after nodding off and waking several times again, each time I woke up I seemed to feel a bit better, apart from the rumbling stomach which had been with me all day, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were giving me a rest.

Couldn’t remember if I’d took me evening or noon medications, but ound an empty evening pot later, so I must have.

Got a few hours kip in any way. No more dizzies.

TTFN all, as Arnie said: “I’ll be back!” He say’s hopefully. Hehe!

The End is Nigh!

As prophesied by Bagdemagus Chambers in his in 1866 diary wot he wrote in Nottingham back in 1898 like!

Bagdemagus, a Londoner from Abergavenny, who moved to Nottingham in 1844 at the age of 89 joined the Sewer Lane Monastery as an apprentice Monk.

He’s been invited by his old adversary and neighbour Duncaneth Robertson to join him in praising the Lord and doing his work.

Leaving his beloved family was hard for him. But he asked the local Parish harlot Wilhelmina Groatseeker Chambers to tend his rottweilers and goats while he was away. They haggled over the price of her doing this for Bagdemagus and settled on his paying a wheelbarrow-full of turnips and a promise to spread the word of her services throughout the land. She seemed happy with this, gave him freebie and accepted the payment.

Bagdemagus set off and three years later he arrived at the settlement of what was then called Snottingham.

When he arrived at the Felly Monastery, he was greeted by Brother Duncaneth.

Who wasted no time on informing Bagdemagus of all the fiddles cons and where the Monastic Wines was made and stored.

Fodder was given to him, a newly hewn uniform and he thought it remarkable that he had to pay no rent either!

After a while it was decided that Bagdemagus would be trained as the Monastery scribe.

Soon he was hard at work writing the history of the place, with the help of Duncaneth who’d thought it a good idea to copy this a few times in the hope of educating the local population by selling them some copies at 2 groats a bash. He also got him to put down a few predictions for the future like, make em sell better that would he thought.

This kept Bagdemagus very busy.

However at weekends, when the bottling took place of the Holy Wines, they both found time to help out the other Monks with the arduous task of testing them.

**Duncaneth on his Cello in the winery, Bagdemagus well and truly blotto!**

Duncaneth would play his Cello in the basement as they grafted away testing the wines.

One day, Bagdemagus was sent into the town to collect some more bottles for the wineries.

He stopped off at a hamlet with the name of Carrington, and called into the hostelry known as The Fawcett Inn. Where due to his intoxicated state, he left his diary with all it’s forecasts and premonitions in the cellar, when he fell through the rap door.

When he returned to the monastery and Duncaneth found out Bagdemagus had lost all his plans for profitisation from his copyright scheme, he became annoyed. He poured Bagdemagus a drink, and reached for the grape-crusher.

Bagdemagus didn’t finish his meal.

Nothing more was recorded or heard of again of Bagdemagus.

That is until 136 years later – when one of the worlds most amazing coincidences took place.

A relative of Bagdemagus, who did’t know he had any, Inchcock he was named, was born to the Abergavenny harlot.

Inchcock was thrown out of the hovel-home at the age of 11. His writing skills was made use of as he sold crap poems and odes and raised enough money to get a train to Nottingham, hoping he could find out about his father Bagdemagus.

He couldn’t.

But through hard work he eventually found a dilapidated house in Carrington of all places to buy.

On his first trip down the cellar, low and behold he found his fathers diaries wrapped in a loincloth with his pipe and baccy.

He read the forecast as written by Bagdemagus all those years ago.

“There be horror and pestilence brought about by those claiming to be false Gods in the year of 2015.”

“The leaders of the country will be hard on the poor, and suckle up to the rich.”

“Twill be on the 5th of November that year that the human emotions brought on by the uncivilised attitude and unfair nature of the haves and the have-nots that suddenly the have-nots have nothing to fear about rising in riotous rebellion, for there will be far more of the have-nots, and they will raise hell in their desire for revenge upon the chosen few. Not caring for their own lives any-more, just seeking retribution on the greedy wealthy expense fiddling leadership, one with the odd name of Gideon – as welluth we all know, meaning The Feller, Hacker or Hewer in Hebrew”.

“There will be no Christian or other God to calm them, for Christianity will have been lost in the desire and greed for materialistic things!”

Well, thought Inchcock, I could inform the Daily Mail, but I want more than a dozen people to read about this, I know I’ll post it on WordPress & Facebook!

Thus Inchcock did so.

Wouldn’t it be surprising if Bagdemagus turns out right? Hehehe!

Inchcock Today Mon 2 Nov 15: Hospitalistic activities today

Monday 2^nd November 2015

Didn’t wake until 0620hrs! What a kip that was – must have needed it?

WC’d – Little Inchy had not been bleeding so much. Angina still bothersome, but other ailments seemed content with not bothering me… yet. Hehe!

Put the hooks on the kitchen board edge and hung me oven glove and tea towel on it – this will probably be me sole effort at sorting today.

Got the GP for me Warfarin INR blood level test – then meeting Pete to go with him to the hospital and keep his pecker up – he don’t like em, hospitals yer know. Then the clinic to attend. Usually after they have been examining poking prodding and playing with ‘Little Inchy’ the soreness, pain and embarrassment cause me to want only sleep after treatment, certainly not any exercise or physical effort of the slightest degree! Humph!

Took a photo of the kitchen as it is now. Signs of organisation coming on nicely methinks. I’ve decided to keep the 3-tier wheeled trolley for use as and when needed?

Did some Facebooking and checked the emails.

Set out in the fog, well heavy mist and walked down Winchester Street – where I realised I had not got me hearing aids in – left them soaking in the pot on the side of the sink – Again, Tsk! along Mansfield Road to into Carrington and the GP surgery just in time.

The nurse, a nice and jolly good girl had to come right up to me and touch me on the shoulder as I couldn’t hear her calling me name – it cheered me up just seeing her patient smile.

She even let me photograph her as she prepared to take e blood test, bless her. Had a natter while she was dealing with me. (Nice!)

I was soon out in the dank misty weather again. It was done so quickly I had time to have a walk back into Sherwood, wait for a bus up to the flats and collect me hearing aids.

Had a nice natter with two other residents of the flats while waiting.

Up to the flat and put me hearing-aids in, made a cuppa and WC’d.

Then back down and out to catch the bus into town to catch the bus out to the QMC Treatment Centre and meet Pete.

Another nice natter on the bus with another resident – he was telling me about how nice the newly modernised Flats were at Sneinton Dale and we were to get a similar upgrade, next on the list so to speak – but it would me a year or so at the earliest.

Caught the bus from town, and walked around the QMC compound to the Treatment Centre at the back. The mist was clearing and the sunshine tried to get through.

Got missen settled with me crossword book and waited Pete’s arrival, which was in ten minutes or so.

He was soon called in and was out in 15 minutes or so.

He still ha to go back for checks in 3 months, and they had found two new possible spots of skin cancer on his face.

I took a photo of the suspect spots on Pete’s face.

I assumed these spots and those on his back that had been treated were created over the years that Pete was brick-laying and showing off his body to the local female population of wherever he was working. Hehe!

We travelled back into Nottingham (Oh that free pensioners bus-pass is Sooo appreciated) and I left Pete at his bus stop outside the Train Station, and walked into town to catch a bus to the Clinic.

It was a bit dank now. They were starting to build the Christmas stalls on the Slab-Square. A sole Ice-cream van with the man inside leant up against his ie-cream maker dozing was a sad sight.

Made a right clot of missen here – the appointment was for tomorrow not today! Still, when I told the chap on the reception about the problems I was having, he told me to take a seat and he’s try tp get someone to have a look.

It was getting late and I felt bad bothering them as time shot by and it must have been close to their finishing time. But this did mean that when I did get to see someone they didn’t mess about like usual, and i was soon laid out on me back having Little Inchy probed and prodded by two, yes Two medical personnel! both embarrassingly looking at me privates through the electric lighted giant magnifying glass! No Clotrimazole, Daktacort or Betamethasone creams given me to use this time (Which I was hoping for), after they had a natter and consulted another person, they gave me an injection near me Little Inchy’s tackle.

Told me if the bleeding and or stinging pains have not eased or gone within 48 hours, I was to make an appointment using the code they had written down for me ASAP. They would send me a return appointment tomorrow for about five/seven days time.

At that one of them escorted me to the exit as everyone else had gone home already and the scary miserable sod on the reception had, had to wait for me before he could lock-up. Oh dear… at least they treated me, they could have said come back tomorrow couldn’t they?

Dark now, as I painfully sat down on the bus to go back to Sherwood. Felt a bit light-headed. Checked I’d got the code in e pocket. Of course no buses running up to the flats this time of night, so had a walk through the park up to the flats, being careful on the wet leaves.

Straight to the WC ad made good use of the porcelain. (Phwer!)

Made a cuppa. No desire for food much, so had a pot noodle with black bean sauce.

Not feeling too good. Sat down and stayed there until I nodded off and on all night.

Inchcock Today Sun 1 Nov 15: Not in good nick today… Tsk!

Sunday 1^st November 2015

Woke 0520hrs, feeling stiff all over, Little Inchy been leaking again, Anne Gyna lurking all over the top half of me chest and me legs were bloated up again.

To the WC, the bleeding nose from last nights Whoopsiedangleplop had congealed.

Went into the kitchen and groaned at the horrendous mess it looked, despite me hours of grafting at trying to sort it yesterday! Not happy at all with it.

Cuppa and took me medications – at least I remembered where I’d moved me stock of readied pots of tablets gels and medicines to. Even found me ear spray at the first attempt. Hehe!

Laptop on to finish yesterdays diary.

Checked emails and did some Facebooking.

Another cuppa and a pot of porridge. I added some lemon curd to the pot.

While consuming these a thought came into my mind (This does occur sometimes) that I was going to go to the shops in Sherwood this morning… but I couldn’t remember what for?

Then when I took me cup into the kitchen to wash it…

I saw the fog had descended somewhat.

Pondered on what to tackle first in the sorting-out saga today.

Must get some done cause medical thingamabobs tomorrow will prevent any activity on this front.

Had a wash and shave, WC’d and guess what me first task was?

Clue here in this photographicalisation.

Set to reorganising the kitchen yet again.

Many hours later…

I was so tired and frustrated I decided as the fog had cleared to go for a walk into Sherwood to get a replacement for the item in the photo that I’d cleaned in the hope of using again. But the plastic bit broke when I tried to retread the string.

As I walked up to the top of the path into the park – the trees with their changing seasons appearance just had to be photographed. Beautiful!

Into Sherwood and the Wilko store.

Came out with a new mini-hoover, nail brush, cotton balls, ceiling switch cord, lobby grip and cotton-wipes as a replacement for me Little Inchies swipes.

Then foolishly went into the Co-op store to get a couple more of the Spare Rib Pot Noodles that I seem to have become addicted to, while they are still on offer. Also got an expensive pack of roasting veg (Carrots, red onions, sweet potatoes and parsnips) to have tonight with me Frikadellens. Then spotted some potato waffle letter shaped packs on clearance price – £1 down to 50p! So I got one. Had the idea that if there were the letters T F & Z, I could put em on top of me nosh and post a photo to the TFZ site for a laugh?

Getting well dark as I walked back to the flat – dodgy underfoot again with the leaves waiting to catch me with a Whoopsiedangleplop – but I managed okay to get back to the flats without harm. Hehe!

Feeling really drained now, and a couple of dizzy spells frit me a bit.

Got me nosh in’t oven.

Put me bits away – some I even had a place made for them to live with all me sorting earlier (Proud sneer appears on lips!).

Cuppa and medications taken.

Got the nosh ready.

Managed to find a T F & Z to top off the nosh!

This nosh was me bestest ever since being in the flat!

Rated this one 9.6/10.

Roast veg, pickled eggs, red potato nugget (cooked crispy in’t oven) beetroot, tomatoes and Frikadellens! Gorgeous!

Washed me pots and sat down to see if owt was on the TV or should I read me book – cause I can do that easier now I’ve got me new brighter light-bulb in!

I fell asleep.

Sat 31 Oct 15: Inchcock Today: Grafted way sorting the kitchen – looks worse than before I started now. Humph!

Saturday 31^st October 2015

Woke 0655hrs, very late for me that.

Went into the kitchen and saw the state it was in – my head wobbled thinking about where to make a start. Tons of things to find permanent homes for now I’ve got the storage drawers in and made up.

Quiet suddenly the reflux valve and angina started kicking off both at the same time. Not good this, never had the both bothering me at the same time. Was it nerves about the mess to sort or what? Last night I was really happy when I settled down too?

As it got a bit lighter the colouring outside looked beautiful.

Off to the porcelain – Little Inchy had been bleeding again, seems like every night and day lately, must mention this to the nurse on Monday I thought – that reminded me of Monday’s agendas: Asda delivery 6 > 8am, GP appointment, Chemists to collect me padding for Little Inchy, bus to town then out to meet Brother-in-law Pete who would be there to have his treatment on his skin cancer and results from his last examination. He doesn’t like hospitals, I like to think I manage to keep his pecker up when I go with him every time, stops him thinking about the procedures as I waffle on about other things and don’t let him get a word in, plenty of jokes, anecdotes, memories etc. Then I have to go to see the Nottingham City Homes people about the drilling in me flat, find out if it is okay to fix me book-case with two screws?

Hello, the flipping innards are rumbling again now too. Get a feeling this is not going to be a good day somehow?

Took me medications with a cuppa and got the laptop going.

Did some Facebooking but felt guilty about not attempting to get the kitchen sorted, so I’m logging off (Forcing myself you know?) and will try to get some sorting out done… (1110hrs).

Many many hours and much frustrations and pain later, I gave up sorting as I was well snickered and Anne Gyna was visiting again making me feel sorry for missen.

The place didn’t look any better than before I started me sorting?

I reckoned one more bask tomorrow at the kitchen should have it finished – well perhaps not…

Had a shave got in the bath, had a good soak making sure I didn’t fall asleep in it I got out sooner than I wanted to, then…

I went over onto the floor getting out of the bath again!

Made me nose bleed.

Well tired and now getting irritable with myself, I became even more annoyed when I WC’d and found me haemorrhoids bleeding again!

What a pickle the place was in. Tsk!

No nosh, just took medications with a cuppa and a pot noodle, then collapsed in me chair. Well drained, worried about if I would be up to doing some more sorting in the morning?

Slept right through until gone five in the morning.