Inchcock: Saturday 4th March 2017


I hate myself when I feel like this!

Saturday 4th March 2017

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 4 Mawrth, 2017

Yesterday I nosedived into dysphoria at the news and complications with the bank. I spent most of the night awake pondering, regretting and feeling self-pity. I cannot see a solution. This was in-between nod-offs when dreams permeated and I’m sure made me feel worse, but I cannot recall actual details of any of the short dispiriting dreams, just a sense of defeatism and frustration.

Around 0300hrs I disentangled myself from the £300 second-hand recliner, no demands for the using of the porcelain yet, strange that for me.

Made another brew and did the first Health Checks.

3wed04Got the mucky clothes ready and went down to the Laundry Room.

Met fellow tenant Roy doing his laundry and we had a nice chinwag and laugh.

Got the washer going and up to the flat. Still no movement in the porcelain situation.

Made a mug of tea.

Carried out the second Health Check.


The weight seems to be going up and up? The temperature is too. Not that I was too concerned about this, in my low mood.

Back down and moved the clothing into the dryer. Back up to the flat again.

6sat04Sorted the medication dosage pots out.

Got the computer on and started these diaries on WordPress.

I have worried about suffering uhtceare, but not any longer do I worry about it, it has become the norm for me each and every morning.

Back down again to collect the now dried washing.

Up and put the clobber away.

Updated the excel readings and found the word uhtceare and loved it, so I used it as in the above. UHTCEARE: “There is a single Old English word meaning ‘lying awake before dawn and worrying.’ Uhtceare is not a well-known word even by Old English standards, which were pretty damn low. In fact, there is only one recorded instance of it actually being used.” Ten rare English Words to use

I’m now hoping someone will notice I’ve used this most appropriate and suitable word, and maybe I can become famous? Forget it, not my luck. Humph!

Spent a good few hours on WordPressing, then went onto Facebook.

Got the nosh and did the final health checks and took the medications.

So tired and full of angst about the bank problems, fretting too. Anne Gyna was causing me great discomfort in the extreme tonight.

Damnations, Duodenal Daniel has started off now.


7 thoughts on “Inchcock: Saturday 4th March 2017

  1. <3 what an interesting word, googled it before scrolling down & reading that you had already defined it for me, lol, I too am a bit of a worrier, hope your mood improves <3

    • Thanks my Cyber Angel & friend. I’m struggling at the moment, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Daniel are both giving me hassle this morning. Hope you are doing well and in fine form, please accept a cyber-cuddle in thanks. X

  2. Why do I have to fight with my computer to type in this word? I have ehtceare. I experienced ehtceare. How is it best used such that I can impress my friends who are so shallow as to be impressed? How do you pronounce ehtceare? Why is there such a word when “worrying before I get up” is so easy for everyone to understand?

    I continue to read your posts every day as they make me smile when you have a good day, and commiserate with you and think about you when a day doesn’t go so well.

    Take care Inchcock. Still remember your kindness and generosity when I visited you in Notts.


    • Thanks, Chris. I really enjoyed your visit, you both cheered me up so much, thanks.
      I’ve looked up how to pronounce ehtceare: Oot-seer it says, but with my hearing getting so much worse, I can’t tell exactly how they say it.
      TTFN fondest wishes.

  3. My wife is studying Old English and she often lays awake before dawn, not necessarily worrying but awake. She said “Uhtceare” makes perfect sense. I hope you can get the bank stuff straightened out and that your mood improves.

  4. Cheers Tim, thanks.
    Anne Gyna and Duodenal Daniel are both giving me some bother today. I just hope things can get sorted soon. I don’t cope with stress like I used to. Shame.

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