Inchcock Today – Sunday 15th April 2018

Sunday 15th April 2018

Dutch: Zondag 15 April 2018

1435hrs: I’d been waking and nodding off all night. Feeling unwell and uptight with the noise from that ‘Swine’ in the flat above. I hope he drops dead today! No, sorry about that, I meant I hope he drops dead painfully and slowly today. This would be some recompense for the anguish and physical pain the ‘Git’ has put me through with his clattering and banging about up there! Huh, feeling guilty again for saying that, already now. That bit of venom and resilience didn’t last long.

Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

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7Sun05The Sys dipped again, but the Pulse went up from 79 to 95! I blame that noisy palooka Herbert upstairs, and the care staff for not stopping his noises every weekend, and sometimes in the week, for this situation.

I went to check on my Enoxaparin and noticed three bits of mail had been posted through the letterbox. Not opened them yet.

I got the photographs ready to go in the updating of the Saturday post and tweaked them on CorelDraw.

WDP03 0340hrs: Off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dearie me! I had a right job removing the PPs. Blood on both front and back, some dried bits were reluctant to come free without lubrication. I’ll have an exciting time sorting things out when I get the ablutions and medicating done later. Ah-well!

7Sun07Washed and went to the kitchen to make another brew of tea, to replace the one that went cold.

The slightly misty sky had a blue hue to it this morning. So I got the camera to take a picture of it. A little eerie I thought.

Then I went to the spare room to see if the giant-crane lads had packed up, or would they 7Sun06cbe returning once more today. The fears of the man upstairs starting his banging about again, ever-present in my mind.

It looked like they had all gone, no signs of any vehicles or tackle were spotted.

I wonder how much the taking down of the Orange communication mast had cost them?

I got the Saturday (And a horrendously noisy and illness invoking Saturday it was!) post finalised and posted off.

Then I made a start on this post.

Then went on CorelDraw to try again to get some head-top graphics made up. I got this one done for the TFZers.

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BDThe TFZer gal I couldn’t get to fit in it, the incredible Patricia. She is dancing away again I see, with Thomas this time.

Me? I’m sweeping up at the back. Hehe!

I got back to concentrating on the Diary Page Headers again, on CorelDraw. Got two done before the fatigue set in yet, my attention waned. The interest attenuated.

I heard noises on and off, but they were acceptable, and I was not entirely sure where they were coming from either, this time.

7Sun33I commenced making a very early-for-me meal.

Set the timer for the oven chips and returned to the £300 second-hand recliner.

Had a quick bash on Facebooking. Jenny had asked me if I wanted to report the noise from BBJ up above officially. I thanked her and said yes. Mainly, not to cause any bother, instead avoid going through another nightmare Saturday like the last one. I can usually cope with his banging and clanging about, but when I feel under the weather like this weekend, it was too much to contend with. Thanks, Jenny.

Turned off the computer.

The bird-poo on the balcony window didn’t seem any worse than yesterday.

7Sun33aI did the Health Checks, then got the nosh served up.

The taste was alright. Gave it a 7.5/10 rating.

Washed the pots and settled down. Surprisingly I drifted off quickly for an hour or so. Then shot awake with the mind fretting away over my having to report BBJ, and Duodenal Donald giving me stick.

Sitting there I started to drift off again, and shadows broke the sunshine coming through the dirty inside balcony windows. I had the camera nearby on the Ottoman and took these romantic pictures. Hehe!

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Nodded on and off for another hour or so, but the worrying was too much, and I got up again and did the ablutions. Good shower etc. There was minimal bleeding from the lesion or Hemorrhoid Harold.

At least the noise problem was nowhere near as evil today.

Made a brew and got the computer back on to update this diary.

Went on to the WordPress Reader.

Then got to the comment reading and replying.

Eyes drooping. But I did some Facebooking, as I had the feeling that sleep was not going to come quickly.

It didn’t either.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 14th April 2018: Regretfully, a bad day.

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Saturday 14th April 2018

Polish: Sobota 14 Kwietnia 2018

0149hrs: I gently gleaned and gelled with my surroundings. The brain engaged, albeit in a muddled apathetic fashion. There was no fretting and worrying this morning (Not yet anyway), but an indifferent and a rare apatheticness lingered.

It seemed my exit from the £300 second-hand recliner and trip to the kitchen was done in automaton mode. I found myself getting out the sphygmomanometer and doing the Health Checks, still in part-robot-style. No recollection of getting there to do this? The inconcinnity endured, and it took a while for my usual concerns, fears and worries to return to their usual place – at the forefront of the mind. I enjoyed these few minutes of freedom from hassling thoughts and matters – it may have confused me, (It scared me too) yet I was disappointed when this lack of haranguing ideas started to wear off. (I wonder if a psychologist could help me with this? Hehe!)

As I was doing the health checks and taking the medications, all the mind-troubling hassle and worries came back and off went the grey cells, on their mission of illogicality, stewing together of my fretting, concerns, fears and the nervous chagrining had reinstalled themselves in the Inchcock brain.

6Sat001Made a brew and finished the Health Checking procedure.

Took the medications and made my way to the computer. Sys was still low compared to the usual readings, and the oscillation was down even further. I’ll have to look it up, but I think it is within range?

Started off the finalisationing of the Friday diary on WordPress. Getting it sorted and posted around 0400hrs!

Not feeling too well now. Queezy and lack of concentration, stomach started rumbling. Splitting headache came on, even a bit of a dizzy spell. Bit concerned about this.

I went to the windows to take shots of the different views.

 

 

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Read and replied to the two comments on WP. Then had a perusal of the WordPress Reader section.

5Fri17 0800hrs: The noisy neighbour upstairs has started banging about.

On to CorelDraw, creating some page top graphics for future use.

5Fri17 0930hrs: The noisy neighbour upstairs is still, banging about. I might have just to move, at least then I’ll be free of the upgrading hassle. But then again, this will not guarantee me any peace on the weekends, for I know not what any new neighbours will be like, do I?

I like the people, apart from that noisy Herbert up above. I’ll take a walk to the Guinness Home tomorrow and have a chat with them I think. Oh, no, Sunday tomorrow. Very disappointed in response to my the last complaint made making no difference. In fact, he is worse today than he has ever been! Possibly my feeling unwell makes it seem worse.

I did some more Graphic work, but concentration was hard with Herbert’s noises.

I put the oven on to warm up ready to use later, to do the cheesy potato.

5Fri17 Christ! It sounds like he’s dragging something metallic and heavy around the room above now. Driving me potty. None stop noise at the moment! And, I can hear them without my hearing aids in!

I’m afraid I just shouted out at the top of my voice for him to go forth and multiply, using two words! I feel ashamed of myself now.

5Fri17 1230hrs: The noise continues, and I am getting depressed with it, now. I can’t concentrate at all, turned off the computer. I’ll continue to monitor the noises on my notepad to add here later.

6Sat08The day brightened up a bit.

I got the Health Checks done and the meal prepared. Pork Knuckle, cheesy mash, tomatoes, bread, seaweed and sliced apple.

Very nice, despite the damned noise continuing from up above.

I was concerned that I could have made an error, and the noise was from the giant crane outside that was removing the Orange Mobile Communications mast from the top of the roof. I might have enjoyed looking at the works if it were not for the noise coming from above and my feeling uptight, and now, Duodenal Donald is giving some stick. I did take some photographs though, I’ve put them all here for you peruse.

 

 

 

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6Sat09I managed to trap my hand in the narrow gap in the windows when I was getting the camera back inside.

The ulcer was getting worse, so I did the Health Checks, and a took a few swigs of the ineffective Antacid medicine. Took an extra Omeprazole capsule too.

5Fri17 I knew things were not so good when I got down in the £300 second-hand recliner, and there were no signs of sleep whatsoever. I was all twisted-up inside with the noise coming from above. Duodenal Donald was terrible, and Dizzy Dennis visited me a few times. This is not good. I’m dreading tomorrow and more noise from the Git upstairs. Feeling so drained and weak. I can’t handle another noisy day like today. I pray that it will not be as bad on Sunday.

5Fri17 The noises continued on and off until around 1700hrs or so. Although, they may not have, for I had the headphones on while waiting for sleep and listened to the TV, but had the volume loud which meant I could not understand most of what was being said, and this might have drowned out any noises? Of course, there was no chance of me hearing any alarms that might have gone off. I’m in a right mixed-up depressed state at the moment.

Not sure when I managed to get to sleep, but it was hours latr than normal.

Sorry the day was dismal. If odd-knob upstairs is not noisy tomorrow, I’ll cheer up again.

Cheers.