Inchcock Today – Wednesday 2nd May 2018: Waterlogged, sopping wet, macerated and bedraggled in the rain. Huh!

Wednesday 2nd May 2018

Somalian: Arbacada 2aad May 2018

00315hrs: Woke up once again annoyed with my knowing that I had been dreaming, but with no clue as to what it was about. I checked the notepad, but no scribbling on it. Humph!

Then, it dawned on me how turbulent and eruptive the innards felt. They were almost bubbling with little not-really-painful, but irritating stabbings.

I withdrew my bulk from the £300 second-hand recliner and went off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. I was pleased to note that I had not left the tap or stove on. Sad innit?

3Wed01

3Wed02Made a small mug of tea and utilised the sphygmomanometer.

The readings looked fine to me today.

I was glad that the pulse had gone up a bit at last.

I caught a glimpse of the mush in the mirror.

3Wed04The Spotty Maldooners were still on my chubby, dimpled face cheeks. But again like yesterday, they did not seem so raw or bright.

I found two little spots of bleeding on the bridge of the nose. Very tiny, at first I thought they were new spots coming up until I touched one of them? No pain with them at all?

I remembered today at 1005hrs, I had the blood test with the nurse at the surgery. I went to make sure that the DVT REcord Card was in the jacket pocket. After a bit of grubbling, I found it in the inside pocket. Phew! I certainly did not want to forget it again, and get the “You pathetic 3Wed03old fool!” look from the nurse.

WDP001 I made up next weeks dosage pot trays. Stored them away in the drawer, then realised I’d missed off the Naproxen! What a Nebech!

So I got them out again and corrected my grayz. Feh!

WDP001 Then, the volatile innards violently vented into a movement! I think it might have been a great laugh for anyone who could have seen my farcical attempt to get to the Porcelain Throne in time. Picture a cartoon of a plump little man walking and keeping his legs crossed to get to the wet room without having an accidental evacuation – which in turn squashed his fungal lesion and started that bleeding. The idiot even managed to knock over a waste bin, spilling out the contents and stubbing his toe on the door frame on his panic-filled flustered hobble to the life-saving toilet!

The Throne session release was a great relief. Of course, it was a messy one, all the same, so needed cleaning up afterwards. Then, Little Inchies Lesion now warranted the need for the same and medicationalisationing. The stubbed toe was still stinging. But the old man pressed on, wiped the contact areas with his antiseptic disinfectant-sheets, washed his dandies and returned to the kitchen to pick up the rubbish he’s strewn all over the floor when he kicked over the waste bin earlier.

WDP001 This was when he hit his shoulder on the countertop while 3Wed06getting back up with great difficulty, after bending to retrieve the contents of the bin from the floor.

Although it didn’t need to, my EQ informed me that this was not going to be a good day!

It was now drizzling and the morning had actually got darker over the last hour or so.

A foreboding of unpleasant weather in the offering, do you think?

I took a photo from inside (Bottom one) and then one from outside of the window.

Then got one with finishing the Tuesday post. Eventually, I got it finished and sent off to WordPress.

I worked that I must start doing the ablutions at 0700hrs, so no shower this morning, just when I could have done with one to freshen up from the earlier medical problems too! Tsk!

3Wed05Made a beautiful medium mug of Breakfast tea.

Then started this post off.

Rushing things a bit, and making so many errors and losing time correcting them. I stopped working on the blog and had a short while creating page top material for use later.

Rushed off to do the ablutions.

3Wed07Readied myself, and off I poddled to see if Cathy was in the Obergruppefhuresesses hut yet, to ask about the plastering process.

I was greeted on leaving through the lobby doors, by the pestering persistent precipitation and sharp winds.

I opened the very expensive so-called ‘Storm-Proof’ umbrella. Fingers crossed on this score!

3Wed08Then, I waded through the puddles and down to the Temporary Brigadeführeresses Wardens Nerve-Centre and Social Shed.

There were two workmen having breakfast. I place two iced lollies in the fridge for Dean and Julie.

Gefreiteress Warden Julie joined us. And I explained about my going out. Julie said: (I have been barred by ‘The Management’ to say what she said). Hehe! True!

Dell-Boy Jaz said: (I have been barred by ‘The Management’ to say what he said).

Said my farewells, of out into the rain3Wed09.

As I hobbled down Winchester Street Hill the stream of rainwater was making its way down to Mansfield Road at a reasonable rate of knots.

WDP001 As I crossed over the road, my being careful about the traffic, enabled me to fill my left shoe with rain. Tsk!

3Wed10As I was cutting though Mansfield Street then up Marshall Street onto Mansfield Road, a slight detour was needed before crossing the road.

WDP001 As I started to walk up the A60 to Carrington and the surgery, I could feel the clothing on my back, and the trousers were squelching as I moved.

So much for the waterproof trousers, I’d 3Wed11bought!

WDP001 I caught my first spray of water from a bus as it passed by.

I lost interest in avoiding the rest of them that came my way on the hobble when this first one part filled the carrier bag getting stuff soaked a bit. I know had the right shoe filled with water.

3Wed12WDP001 After I took this photo and had got to the top of the incline on this stretch of road, two more sprays of water had been received. Both feet were waterlogged, the ‘waterproof’ trouser bottoms up to about a foot or so were sodden through. And I was well fed-up!

Up and over the crest and down into Carrington.3Wed12b

With macerated feet, I got in the surgery passageway and did my best to shake off the wet and put the brolly in the bag.

Bedraggled, I entered and waited for a receptionist, any of the three of them at the back huddled over a computer would do for me. None approached me, so I went to sit down – this was not a good idea, but I could not stand up all the time. I was in a right pickle. I could even feel the PPs with their absorbed water being squashed out as I settled down in the chair.

I managed to save the crossword book from getting a drenching and began to do some puzzles. One of the receptionists came to each patient and gave us information updating form to fill in. I did not recognise any of the three girls, so I asked this one if she was aware of my name and my presence to see the nurse. I got a muffled reply and a scowl very nearly worthy of Lidl staff.

I filled in the form and took it to the reception, but again, no staff were at the desk, back at the computer. So I left in on the counter and returned to my crossword book; after an uncomfortable sitting down. Squelching and running rainwater within some regions of my anatomy. Nervous, apprehensive and unpleasant sensations arose!

Luckily, I had a good session in on the crosswords. Fair enough, I didn’t get any of them actually completed, but I must have worried one or two them. Hahaha!

WDP001 Suddenly it dawned on me; it was half-an-hour beyond my appointment time! As I fretted that the receptionist had not booked me in – Nurse Ann appeared calling my name. I got the bag and followed her into the treatment room, explaining as we went along (While I thought of it), about the spots of bleeding on the bridge of the nose, and the blemishes. Within perhaps one second, she replied; “Keep your eye on them. We’ve been rushed here, you wouldn’t believe how busy!” That threw me off track with the things I wanted to mention to her, altogether.

After she took the blood and told me to hold my finger on it, she went into the other half of the room onto the computer. I did talk about getting soaked in the weather. She said she was nipping out and would be back in a while, keep pressing on the vein.

She returned and stuck a plaster on the wound and taped some cotton wool on. She did look a little agitated. I gave her some nibbles and departed, I left a bag of bites on the reception counter for the support team – I had no choice, cause again, there was no staff manning it.

3Wed14Brolly up and out into the surgery car park, to be greeted once again by the persistent rain.

WDP001 As I walked down Mansfield Road to the Lidl store, I felt beyond caring as I got yet another soaking leaving me sodden wet through.

I bought two cheesy cobs, some small tomatoes, some pork shoulder slices and seasoned sliced potatoes. When I got to the self-serve tills, the lad who was so helpful last week, just stood there glaring at me. He’s soon settled into the Lidl mindset and psyche, bless him.

3Wed15Out and to the bus stop, to catch in back into Sherwood.

After a few minutes waiting and the bus travel back was dry. Tsk! 

I had to sit on one of the side-saddle seats again. But no bother today, as Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were giving me a welcome breather this morning.

3Wed16Bad timing, though, I just missed the connection with the L9 bus. But, the rain was definitely getting less and less, turning back into the regular of late, on-off showers.

I walked up and over the hill and turned right into Woodthorpe Grange Park. A few dogs were walking their owners as I limped (The feet had got so soft with being marinated in rainwater, they were hurting now) up to the top and turned 3Wed17right onto the footpath that leads down the gravel footpath straight opposite the flat’s foyer doors.

I made another detour to avoid the muddy swamp at the top.

The tree copse still looked very sparse and thinly thicketed. I’m getting impatient to see it back in its full radiant glory.

3Wed18I carefully made my way down the path onto Chestnut Walk.

Then to the social hut, and explained to Obergruppenfurheress Deana that I will not be able to get to see Cathy as arranged. Adding about the state of my clothing and me needing a little attention and drying out. Haha!

I said I’d hope to speak with her in the morning at the Social Hour.

The rain had virtually stopped now, just the odd sprinkling coming down. Made my way back to the apartment.

I noticed the stolen fire extinguishers had not been returned to the foyer or lift lobby. Tsk!

First things first, a wee-wee. Then I did the Health Checks, some a little high. I put this down to the rain-soaked walking I’d done. Sys 169 – Dia 79 – Pulse 92 – Temp 32.2.

3Wed19I put the food away and got the crock-pot on to cook the pork shoulder slices on a low setting. Got oven warming for the potato to be baked later.

Had to get the Clothes Airer out to dry the jacket out. Kept turning it over and feeling for damp patches that needed attention.

Got the trousers off, and put them on the towel 3Wed20airer in the hall.

Then I got a wash and changed into the jammy bottoms.

The legs began to stiffen and give pain, then belatedly, Hippy Hilda joined in. Had a gargle with TCP to counter a sore throat that’s coming on. Then the shivers started, so I put on the dressing gown as well. The stabbing (Almost like electric shocks?) pains from the lower back thought they would play as well then!

3Wed21I nearly got caught by the workmen on the outside hoist, showing me wearing me PP’s when I went into the spare room to get my jammy bottoms. Despite all the hassle of these upgrading works, it does give us a laugh now and then!

Remembered to put the spud in the oven, checked the slow cooker, the meat and veg were nearly ready. So I threw it away and put some of the sliced seasoned potatoes in instead. I did this because the spud would not be cooked by the time the meat and veg were overcooked. I checked the drying jacket and trews, which were okay now, so I hung them up.

Then began to update this blog.

3Wed23Feeling a bit like I was about to come down with a cold, I took extra paracetamol with the evening medications.

I didn’t want to take any more extra codeine, as I think I’ve imbibed a couple of extra ones in the last few days. I know the acetaminophen is nowhere as effective as the Codeine Phosphate, but I don’t want to become addicted.

3Wed24I went to check on the food again and observed that the rain had stopped altogether now.

The view was so beautiful, and when I opened the window to take these shots with the new Lumix. I have to say that the petrichor was as pleasant a smell as I have ever had.

I then went to the WordPress Reader, to catch up on others works.

Just got a phone call from a bloke, asking if he can speak to someone I didn’t know. I told him nobody of that name lives here. He apologised and asked if I could supply the first line of the address to confirm. I said a firm ‘No!’ The bloke then said he will remove this number from the system???

I went on Facebooking. But the system only allowed me a few minutes before it started going dead slow, so I exited and got the nosh prepared.

3Wed221700hrs: Feeling a bit rough and weary now.

Got the nosh, and listened to Herbert upstairs banging and clanging away. Only a short session, mind.

I did take a picture of the nosh, but somehow this one was mysteriously and or supernaturally removed from the camera card and off into the ether, as well as many more have recently. After consultations, Tim and I agree, it must be the Woodthorpe Court Aliens or Ghosts. Hehe!

The shivers and cramps in hands and legs had a bash at me for a while. As soon as they ceased, I was off into the land of nod.

WDP001 Waking a couple of times coughing, slipping back into slumber, before having to exit the recliner for a wee-wee. Being half-asleep still, somehow I didn’t notice that the food tray was on my stomach as I rose. Had the wee-wee, then cleaned up the mess on the carpet and chair. Tsk!

6 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Wednesday 2nd May 2018: Waterlogged, sopping wet, macerated and bedraggled in the rain. Huh!

  1. Making the young girls muffle and scowl. Good work. You got Nurse Ann again? Makes me sad when you have to see her. Lots of good, wet photos today. We had some clouds come over a spit on us this afternoon. I was out trying to fix the roof on the pump house during a spitting session. It wasn’t enough rain to measure on the rain gage, but it was enough to get me wet. Rain is cold up here at a mile above sea level.

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    • Sorry to hear you gotted all wet Sir.
      I, at least was soaked in warm rain.
      Fancy the torture of waiting so long in the reception area, only to get Nurse Ann! Torture it was, Torture I say! Hehe!

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      • I had to go in for my vaccination boosters on Monday, and I had to wait almost an hour before a nurse came and got me. I got through all almost all the articles on the latest murders, rapes, assaults, burglaries, and car thefts in the city while I waited.

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