Inchcock Today – Saturday 28th April 2018: Got out and about at last!

Saturday 28th April 2018

Korean: 2018 년 4 월 28 일 토요일

0110hrs: Woke in desperate need of a wee-wee, painfully fumbled my way out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the wet room, stubbing my toe on the Ottoman en route. To the kitchen to get a mug of orange juice and back to the recliner – found the tray from the meal on the comfortable chair, back to the kitchen to leave the bowl and cutlery soaking in the washing-up bowl. Head down again, without any hassle.

0245hrs: Woke in desperate need of another wee-wee. To the kitchen to do the Health Checks. The pulse still seemed lowish to me.

Not until after I’d been in the kitchen and done all the checks and took the medications, did I notice that…

I’d left the hot water tap running in the sink when I put the pots in to soak! What a Shlemiel!

Abruptly, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna both started to give me some bother. This has never happened before, the both together I mean. I took an extra guzzle from the inefficacious antacid medicine. Swallowed an additional Omeprazole and Ramipril.  The chest area felt like it was concocting preparations for an explosion mode! Hehe! Then, this amalgamation of hindrances was joined by the innards bubbling, churning away. This is not going to be one of my best Saturdays methinks!

It got worse when I went for another wee-wee. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been pouring out the blood. Took me ages to stem it, and the medicating was painful in the extreme, even for me. I just hope that Herbert BBJ above does not start with his banging and clattering. Along with all these ailments at the same time, that would be too much to cope with. Fingers crossed!

I got the little camera and took a photo through the kitchen window, I could see on the screen display that it would come out terribly shaky and blurred. So, I got the new Nikon and took another shot. The quality between the two is apparent. Tsk!

I then tried for the first time, to get the big camera out through the limited space in the window opening, to get a view towards the City Centre and include the flats and car park.

It came out well, but I shall not try to do this again.

Getting the large camera outside safely. It was a bit dodgy with the tight squeeze and narrow gap.

I was going to take a picture of the scrapped knuckle bruising. But I am sure that by now, the last thing you need is more ailment results and injuries from me. Hehehe!

I set about doing this diary, got as far as here, and then went to update yesterdays blog.

0700hrs: Got the Friday post finished and sent off to WordPress.

I noticed when I opened the curtains, that the base of the balcony bottom had many lumps missing from it.

It’s not that I’m complaining or moaning. I’m just amazed at how all these things fall into place in the end. This obviously from my lack of knowledge about anything in the building trade. Hehe!

Which reminded me of the letter received with the DVT result and monitoring record. It explained how they are starting to install the render to my beloved Woodthorpe Court block. The process involves fixing the insulation to the walls. (Whatever that means) The duration of the work will be short, but they are aware of the drilling noises will sound be ‘quite loud’. I wonder what quite loud will be? And how long is the ‘short period’ going to last? Humph! But, the Community Centre (Obergruppenfurheress Wardens HQ) will be open during working on this task. This can’t be helped, but I bet the poor sods get some moans thrown in their direction. Haha!

Off for another (but shorter this time) wee-wee. (Fancy that, Hehe!)

Went to make a small mug of tea. I spotted outside in the car park, and oddly shaped whatever it is at the back of one of the parked vehicles.

To enable me to see what it was I got the Nikon B700 camera to view it closer. I decided to take a shot of it with the Nikon and was well-pleased with how it came out. Still not sure what it is, perhaps a carrier bag of some sort?

Then I got on the WordPress Reader. Then answered both WP comments.

On to Facebook to catch up. Time to get the ablutions done now. Then hopefully out on a hobble to the shops to get just a TV paper and some cooked meat, perhaps, maybe… Hehe!

Back soon, TTFN.

Good shower and shave – medicationalising the lesion was uncomfortable and dodgy. Felt better after the shave and shower.

Took the black bags to the waste chute, and set off.

Out through the foyer doors, to be greeted with slight drizzling rain, and a wind that was a little strong.

I weaved my way through the myriad of fencing and scaffolding to the glass recycling bin and deposited my empty washed sauce jars there.

As I poddled limpingly (Hernia Harry was giving me some hassle at this stage) along the road, I espied the odd-looking item near the car in that I spotted earlier and photographed from the kitchen window. It was clingfilm, from the industrial rolls. I used this when I worked at Carters in Kegworth, many years ago.

This got me thinking deeply about my experiences at the pop factory, starting as a cleaner, then machine operator, then Zone controller, then in the Engineering stores as a goffer, then I was made redundant!

I was not happy as these memories stewed-up all the nasty times I’d gone through there. I actually walked into the seating bench at the bus stop! I felt a right fool. Setting Hernia Harry off again! What a palooka!

Up along Chestnut Walk to the end.

Not many folks about, a postman and dog walker, that was all. The postman gave me a ‘Good Morning’ as he stood on the corner, not doing anything, he had no badge on, just a reflective Post Office jacket, no postal trolley, no vehicle?

I assumed he was waiting for a lift to work? My Sherlock Holmes Mode activated again? Hahaha!

Got to the end and turned onto Winchester Street as the rain stopped. These bushes near the allotments were coming on a treat. There colouring changing and the petrichor was wonderfully refreshing to smell.

Suddenly, I was feeling a lot cheerier, and my stupidly walking into the bench faded from memory.

I pressed on down the Winchester hill, as the rain, well, showering started again.

I got the brolly up, after grubbling about in the bag to find it at the bottom and letting rain into it. Huh!

This photo is where the Winchester Street goes left up to Chestnut Walk, and the main road then becomes Mapperley Rise.

I limped down onto Mansfield Road. Looked in the fruit shop, but everything looked tired, and withern (A bit like me? Hehe!), so I did not bother going inside.

Went into the Co-op and had a potter around. I got a TV magazine, A half a loaf of Sourdough Bread, Potatoe slices and three lemon yogourts. Got a voucher for £1 off my next £5 shop, valid up to 4th May 2018. The minuscule writing at the bottom of the receipt barred the following from this Voucher Offer: Fuel, postage stamps, baby milk, lottery purchases, gift cards, vouchers, first-stage baby milk, phone cards, in-store concessions, cigarettes, tobacco, PayPoint, mobile phone top-ups, saving stamps, medicines, prescriptions, and carrier bags. No change given!

I glanced at the receipt and noticed they had charged me £1.50 for the seasoned sliced potatoes, I was sure I saw a sign that said they were £1.

Not wishing to make myself look a plonker by going back to the till to ask, it was busy anyway; I went back to take a look on the sign on the fridge where I got them from. Seems the spuds are 50p less, only when you buy a Meal-Deal, which is getting a ready cooked meal with them. Hey-ho!

Up over the hill and down to park entrance.

As I hobbled up the gradual hill, with Hernia Harry still giving me gip, a man and woman were stood talking to each other while their dogs tore lumps out of each other?

Dogs fighting? A rare sight here!

Watched the animals for a while, and deemed that they were playing, because neither dog was growling or barking?

Pressed on up to the footpath on the right that leads down to the flats, passing the tree copse.

Although the shower had stopped, when I approached the Copse to walk down through it, the ground was too wet for me to risk it. Especially with Hernia Harry in the mood he is.

It was not yet thick enough, too filled-put to enjoy anyway. I love wandering through there after is blooms and fills with animals who can hide in there.

By the time I’d got down to opposite the work decorated hoists and scaffolded Woodthorpe Court foyer, the rain had returned.

In flat, very tired now, no concentration to do any computer work.

Got the meal prepared. Easy today, two buttered sourdough bread sandwiches of Pork Knuckle, tomatoes and sliced seasoned potatoes.

I took a photo of it when it was all prepared. But, unfortunately, in the morning it seems that this shot had mysteriously disappeared into the ether. I searched all the SD cards, looked in the Recycle Bin, all without any success. Grumph!

The meal was a disaster! The sourdough bread was the consistency of cardboard and tasted so insipid! The tomatoes were mind-numbingly flavourless (Thank you Lidl!). The seasoned potatoes were very nice, though. Tsk!

I got sorted and settled, down in the £300 second-hand recliner and noticed the food tray had been left on the other chair – thought soddit, and got my head down.

For the next five hours or so, the famously stubborn uneducated independent Inchcock brain rattled away presenting me with concern, the futility of life, overjoyous memories, fretting, fears, desperation at the future of mankind, my past failures, do you put vinegar wine on chips?, why is Hippy Hilda being so kind to me… anything to stop me getting to sleep! Humph!

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!

6 comments

  1. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
    weggieboy says:

    Yes, those “deals”!

    The ones I hate are the instant coupons that apply at the time of purchase. You get to the check out and find they apply only if you buy one other item by the same manufacturer at the time.

    Or the check out clerk ignores the fact you’ve semi-detached the coupon and placed the item on the conveyor so that he/she can’t help but see it hanging on the item…then they don’t!

    Just charge less for the damn item in the first place, and don’t play bait and switch games with your customers, I say!

    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:

      Well, we both concur on this score Doug. Well said!
      They have buy 3, 4 and 5 fresh items (with only few days life on them) for a cheaper rate at Morrison and Asda-Walmart. Taint fair on us living on our own! Tsk!
      Cheers mate.

      1. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
        weggieboy says:

        One does have to be a clever, alert shopper! I remember elderly uncles who’d review every single item on their receipts for keying errors. This was back in the days when items had individual prices marked on them…. They invariably for significant errors on the charges, and didn’t hesitate to return to the store to have refunds made. They also paid for errors that screwed the store, though those other sort generally cancelled those out.

        Now that the prices are shown on the shelves but are stored in the store computer by bar code, this process is more complex. I still try to keep an eye out on items that are on sale because too often the computer isn’t updated to reflect those sale prices….

  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:

    Sensible actions really.
    If I am having a good day concentration-wise, I have been known to spot errors – both ways. Hehe! But I’ve often been caught out and lost out cashwise and not noticed until later. Tsk!
    I find that the Lidl company is the worst for overcharging, Doug. And they do not take kindly to me taking the things or receipts back to be corrected.
    Having the shepherds pie today. Going to put some cheese on it I think, then again, I might not if I forget to. Haha!
    Cheers.

  3. Timothy Price – I specialize in daily art, documentary and promotional photography. If you have a special event such as a musical production, play, concert, etc. or have a product or fashion that you need photographed, or you are a performer, musician and artist in need of promotional photos please email me or call.
    Timothy Price says:

    I think they charged you £0.50 for the itemized list of coupon items with “No charge given”. A lot of wonderfully wet photos dripping of art. Especially, the discovery of the mystery blob of cling film. I think the aliens ate the image of your dinner off the SD card. Must have looked really good.

    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:

      I think I might have made a faux pa there, Tim. I meant to write, No Change given. Tsk, wot a clot I am! I tried to photograph the coupon, but the writing was too small and the pics came out unreadable. Ah-well!
      Danged Aliens! Hehe!

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