Inchcock Today – Wednesday 4th October 2017: Bad Day

Wednesday 4th October 2017

0025hrs: Up and off for a wee-wee. No signs received of any Porcelain Throne activities yet.

Assembled the laundry things and off down on lift two and got the washing machine going. I went back up to the home in elevator one – (The Alien Blob invaded one) and it was still shaking when it travelled.

Signs of life in the Blob appeared to be lingering still? Hehe!

Got the Tuesday log finished and posted off.

Back down and moved the clobber from washer to the dryer.

For some reason as I left to go back to the flat, the view through the laundry room window on the door, made me think of Alcatraz?

Had a wee-wee and made a start on this diary up to here.

Then did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Still no signs of needing the Throne? The rumbling and grumbling of yesterday’s stomach seem to have stopped suddenly, most bemusing.

Down again to collect the clothing and titivate the machines, filters and laundry room.

Back in the apartment, the clothes were put away, and I put on the kettle again and oh boy… What a sneeze I had!

I thought I was going to lift my feet off of the ground, Hehehe! The resulting nosebleed and pain from the teeth were uncomfortable, to say the least. For a moment or two, I craved the return of the joyful, carefree Blythe days of my youth, then passed the wind and hastened to the Porcelain Throne. Where nothing happened movement-wise, but the mind brabbled way with itself as if it was someone else having a conversation with my grey-cells, and I was just a curious observer?

These thoughts seemed really other-worldly, preternatural. Never has such a thing happened to me before, and although they lasted only a few minutes, I felt mentally exhausted as my mind returned to its usual semi-confused state. At the time, I could have believed that an extraterrestrial entity had uninvitingly invaded my cerebrum. I felt a kind of knowledge that I could not understand, present? It was almost scary.

By the time I’d treated the nosebleed and returned to finish making the brew, the memories of the ‘conversation come communication’, were fading fast. So I wrote down what I could recall to record it here straight away. I really would like someone with the skills to analyse this for me if possible.

0350hrs: Got caught up to here with the diary. Checked the Emails.

Morrisons Email about delivery on the way, due in about an hour or two. Substituted the horrible Hellmann’s Vinaigrette Dressing in place of Balsamic Morrison brand, Tsk!

Did the WordPress reading. Then onto Facebook to catch up again.

A wee-wee and made another mug of tea.

Out onto the balcony and took this photographicalisation. It was very windy out there.

Back to Facebooking and the Morrison delivery arrived.

Overdid the spending a bit methinks… again!

I got it all put away. I had to put some stuff in the spare room! Tsk!

I’d ordered some of the Smoked mackerel flakes – but as usual, I got the wrong flavour. This is a Hot one. Still, it might be alright for me.

I’d also ordered some new flavouring sauces I’d not tried before. The Italian White Wine Vinegar, I know I bought to go with the fish. But, why did I get the American Ranch white sauce one? In fact, I can’t remember ordering it. I looked at the ingredients on the label. “Rapeseed Oil, Buttermilk, Glucose-Fructose Syrup, Water, Oak Smoked Vegetable Oils (5%) (Rapeseed, Sunflower). Acidity Regulator (Acetic Acid), Salt, Dried Skimmed Milk, Dried Free Range Egg Yolk, Dried Onion, Modified Maize Starch, Preservative (Potassium Sorbate). Mustard Flour, Stabiliser (Xanthan Gum), Dried Garlic, White Pepper, Dried Parsley, Dried Chives” – I’m none-the-wiser on what to use it on. Salads?

Did some upgrading on WordPress and Firefox.

A sort of haziness, vagueness and bamboozlement joined the mental and physical weariness.

The sky had pane trails in a criss-cross layout.

Did the health checks and medicationalisationing.

Then got the fodder sorted earlier than usual. Come think of it, it wasn’t more before, was it? With getting up so early?

Got a small tin of beans seasoned with balsamic vinegar, mash with cheese powder and the Polish hot dog sausages, followed with a lemon curd yoghourt. Despite my lack of concentration due to the tiredness, the rumbling innards, Incisor teeth, sore, bleeding nose and eyelids that were determined to close on their own, I really did enjoy this meal. As I forced myself to do the washing up, I remembered I was supposed to be having the smoked mackerel flakes. Tsk!

Odd-knob from upstairs started his tap-tapping and thudding away again.

The body told me I had to sit and rest straight away, twinges came in warning of another Dizzy Dennis attack reinforced my decision to get myself down into the £300 second-hand recliner and sod everything else.

Minutes later, the mobile phone rang. Lowered the recliner and struggled out of it wearily

It was the Doctors Surgery with the INR blood test results, new doses and the next appointment. The level has shot up far too high again, 4.9 and this concerned me. Because the dentist’s third appointment to have the incisors seen to, is on Friday 13th. And if the level is not within 2.5 > 3.5 they will for the third time, refuse to pull the teeth and make another appointment with the proviso that the INR is within range, meaning another 3-4 week wait to get an appointment again!

I wrote the date, time (Tuesday 10th Oct @ 0800hrs) and new dosages on the written diary as she gave them to me. Fingers-crossed that the level is within range then.

Back into the recliner, got the idea that I might have left the tap running or something else not right. Out of the shaking shuddering £300 second-hand recliner again and into the kitchen. Checked around, fridge doors closed, power off to the cooker and no taps running.

Settled down and Dizzy Dennis visited as I turned on the TV. I was asleep and dreaming within seconds. When I almost jumped awake, I’d been dreaming of my going down cellar steps (Like in the old house) but into a sewer to do the washing. Dolly tub and wash board there. I was thin again and younger, kept waving at imaginary people talking to them?

I made this graphic in the morning and added it, the image still clear in my head?

Started the nodding-offs and waking sequence again.

10 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Wednesday 4th October 2017: Bad Day

  1. That is a fantastic graphic of your dream. Very impressive. Dental work on Friday the 13th. Hopefully he won’t have a hockey mask and chainsaw to work on you. INR levels don’t sound good. The Laundry does have a prison look to it. Don’t put anything past aliens and extraterrestrials. Food looks worthy.

    • Glad you like the graphic Sir, thanks.
      Fingers crossed that the INR will be right next Tuesday and I can get the teeth sorted. Mind you, knowing my luck she might don a mask and chainsaw! Hehehe!
      I’m trying to think of a suitable name to call the Alien Blob, then if he is still there, I can use it for him in the diaries?
      TTFN Sir, kindest regards to Laurie and the furry ones.

      • How about “Wachilendo” for your alien’s name? Wachileno is “Alien” in Chichewa, which is mostly spoken in Malawi. I think it works well for a name of an Alien blob in English because the Alien is “waching” you if you if “see” what I mean?

  2. I hope you’re feeling better and taking good care of your injuries! I worry!
    My friend says ” ranch dressing is the official salad dressing and condiment of white people.” The most popular brand here is Hidden Valley Ranch dressing… personally, I wish they had kept this recipe hidden.👍👍
    ^^ Buffalo Tom

  3. I do not personally care for ranch dressing, but many Americans put the nasty stuff on EVERYTHING, so if you find you like it with any random food related items, you would not be weird in the states LOL <3

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