Inchcock Today – Monday 9th July 2018


Monday 9th July 2018

Scots Gaelic: Diluain 9 Iuchar 2018

0030hrs (Approx.): I woke, wearing just the PP’s, out of the recliner, ran down the twenty-four flights of stairs, smashed straight through the foyer doors, and ran outside (With the shattered glass repairing itself and reforming as I ran on). None-stopping, constant movement, going through the tree copse, I ran up the gravel hill path into the park, almost gazelle-like. Dozens of dogs chased me, each with a ball or stick in their mouths and their tails wagging. I ran all the way to Skegness, through rain, snow, blizzards, and sunshine… Fell down a sewer, the lid breaking-up and seemingly made of chocolate, ate a bit of it as I tumbled down the shaft, and smashed into a tunnel, with sarcinarious pit ponies working. Then I woke up for real!

Astonishingly, all the above details I found later, mostly legibly scrawled on my notepad. I thought I fell asleep quickly again, but couldn’t have, or I would have recalled making the notes, undoubtedly?

0450hrs: I bestirred into a semi-lifelike state, and lay there a few moments, half expecting to find I was still dreaming again. An odd, addlepated start to the day!

I was soon battling my way out of the £300 second-hand recliner, and the first Whoopsiedangleplop of the day was discovered.

1Mon01b 1Mon01b I was gobsmacked when I noticed what was in the waste bin, indicating the amount of nocturnal nibbling that had taken place.

Oh dearie me! Oy-yoy-yoy!

Shame and self-loathing modes were adopted! With Depression-Mode on stand-by. Tsk!

1Mon03I then trudged into the kitchen, and although there was no sunshine outside, I was surprised to see how high the temperature was.

31°c – 87.8°f. This reminded me to look for a suitable fan, 16″ oscillating as advised by TFZer. Sandie.

The first of many short, sharp wee-wees was taken. 

If it is my own Doctor Vindla and they can fit me to see me today, I must remember to 1Mon02mention this to her when I show her the blotches and get a diagnosis and hopefully some advice from her. Although, the shingle-like-blotches are not so bothersome this morning, and looked to be calming down now.

1Mon01b Although, there were some new spots that at first, I thought were some of the alien tank-like built mini-beetles. I went to brush them off, and one of them bled a tiny bit. So, I assumed they were bits that had been leaking a little bit and had dried up, as things get betterer. Not a pretty sight to look at all the same. Hehe!


1Mon01aGot today’s Health Checks done.

1Mon01b Going to take the medications with a mug of tea, and luckily I noticed that I had made a mess of making this weeks pots. I’d put the night in the morning row of pots! Readjusted them. Then made up the Excel record of last weeks Health Check results to take with me to the surgery.


Made a start on this diary up to here.

Too early to have a shower for fear of disturbing my neighbours. No time to get on with updating yesterday’s post, or I might be late getting to the surgery. And, being as I have to beg to see if the doctors will look at me without an appointment, and sit around waiting if he or she can, I do not want to get there late.

So, already being stripped of everything bar me PP’s, I went to the wet room and did the teeth, had a much-needed shave. Then come 0800hrs, I can have the shower and do the medicationalisationing of the lower regions front and back. Hehehe! Back in a bit, I hope. Adept planning, this yer know! Hehe!

Worked on this post. And then, got in and had the shower. After which, I checked on the Blotches Conditions.

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Sorted the waste bags, three small ones for the rubbish chute and one big recycling bag for taking down to the caretaker’s room door along with two empty jars for the glass bin.

As I got ready to depart, an equanimity, almost a serenity of sorts overcame me. Not my usual outlook on life lately: but anything mentally with me nowadays appears to be permanently changeable. Does that read right to you?

The itching around my blotched areas was definitely more active and annoying.

1Mon07cOut into the sunless sky, a very nice cool breeze about today.

Along Chestnut Walk, by the new build, Winchester Court, the Warden and Social Hut to the end of the road, and turned right down Winchester Street hill.

The ailments were all being kind to me, apart from the Plates-of-Meat. This will I imagine, be 1Mon07ddue to the lack of hobbling I’ve got in over the weekend.

Passing the blackberry bushes coming through the wire mesh fencing, I noticed these two insects on the same leaf.

For some reason, I pictured two gun-fighters walking down the centre of the leaf, ready to draw! Haha!

I limped on, the feet getting worse with every step and wishing I’d taken an extra pain-killer earlier. But there you go, Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit. Roughly translated; “No man is at all hours wise!”

1Mon08As I went up the hill towards Carrington, at first, I was so appreciative of the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist who had (Kindly I thought) got off of his two-wheeled transport and was pushing it instead of riding.

When I zoomed in, I saw his chain had come off of the bike. I did not adopt a smug mode or laugh. Honestly!

Over the brow of the hill, and down Mansfield Road to the Sherrington Park Surgery Medical Practice.

Only one patient in the waiting area, three reception staff, a Doctor and Nurse Ann were all chinwagging as I approached the lady at the reception. I briefly told her of my dilemma and concerns. The three attendants held a huddle-talk, and one of them told me to take a seat, and the Doctor will see me when she gets time. I thanked them and got myself seated and the crossword book out.

I was doing so well with it, it was almost a shame when Dr Vindla came and summoned me into her surgery, after only ten minutes. Bless her!

I’d written down exactly what it was I needed to advise her of, and I would not forget or miss anything off, or over-waffle to her.

1Mon01b Fair enough, okay, I’d left the note at home. This could happen to anyone! Moyshe Kapoyer!

It seems I have a VZV (varicella zoster virus), but Not shingles. Doctor Vindla put two prescriptions through her computer straight to the chemist for me. One for Cetreben Cream and one for, what she told me was excellently useful Clobetasone Butyrate cream. 

Of course, I knew there were four items on my reminder note, but being as I had not taken it with me, the other three will have to wait a bit longer. Tsk! I thanked her and left on my way to the chemist to fetch the prescriptions. She added, any changes, you must come and see me again.

Made my way to Carrington Chemist, took my time, the feet were getting even sorer and painful.

Told the young lady that Dr Vindla had forwarded the prescription about fifteen minutes ago, and had a walk around the shelves while I waited.

1Mon01b The assistant returned to me with one tube of Cetreben cream and told me they have no Clobetasone Butyrate cream, but I can come and collect it in two days time. This got the hackles up! I spoke slower and clearly, with I think, letting my annoyance be known through the tome of my voice, and said: “I’ve been with this chemist for fifteen years now, I had to move into semi-sheltered housing miles away, but have always struggled to get here as an appreciation of how you used to look after  me. If you knew the bother and hassle I put myself through to come here each time, you’d know how this wrangles me!” The unfortunate thing looked mortified. She went off to speak to the pharmacist. He rarely talks to me. She returned to tell me they had some Clobetasone Butyrate Ointment, but no cream and the contents are identical. I pointed out that if one was cream and one an ointment, by that very fact, they could not have identical contents? She was baffled and asked if I want to take the ointment. I told her I have no choice!

She fetched the tube of Clobetasone Butyrate 0.10% w/w Ointment. I offered a thank you and left. I seem to have gone from a malleable to mulcible mood today.

1Mon09Out and over the pelican lights then up the road and called into Lidl to get some milk. Another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist shot by close to me. Most aggravating!

I got to the self-serve tills with a fair bit of fodder.

Washing up liquid, bleach, lemon and lime still water. Caramel bars for the Social Hour nibbles. Three lemon yoghourts. Tomatoes, mushrooms and a jar of Mint Sauce with balsamic vinegar. Of the thirteen items scanned, eleven had to have the none-speaking, tutting and sneering assistant reset the machine. Lidl management prospect there, methinks.

1Mon10Got to the bus stop, and a loud, disturbing borborygmus shook my whole innards. Yet, moments later it had cleared. Not to return again?

Got into Sherwood and made my way to the bus stop. I had a twenty-minute wait, and then only for the 40 route vehicle.

The next L9 that would have lifted me right to the flats was 40 minutes away yet.

1Mon11That last bit of a walk from the bus stop on Winchester Street Hill up the hill to Chestnut Walk seemed to take a lot out of me.

I stopped at the L9 bus stop and had a natter with a gal from Winchester Court who was waiting for her son to arrive to give her a lift.

I hope he arrives in time for her, sweet gal is Brenda.

1Mon12Then on to the foyer of the flats, and sat down with Mo, who was doing her washing in the laundry room, for another chinwagging and laughter session.

The itching around the blotches suddenly increased again.

Gawd, the heat hits you in the face when you get into this flat!

1Mon13Got the fodder put away.

Made a drink with some of the cooled spring water that I added some raw lemon juice too, to cool off yesterday. Lovely!

The left arm had grown some more blotches since this morning. I got the Clobetasone Butyrate 0.10% w/w Ointment opened and started to apply some.

1Mon14No wonder my Doctor Vindla had requested cream and not ointment. It would not soak in or dry, a right mess I got myself into.

Again the itching was driving me potty.

Then, I found that blotches were spreading to the right arm as well.

Any bets on how far the blotches will spread? Hahaha!

The old scars from the heart op are now changing colour every now and then. They tend to change regularly, 1Mon14acream, pink, blues and odd orange at the moment? Still, its summat to keep you interested, innit?

The heat is stifling now.

Time is getting on now, the weariness growing.

I’ll have a go on Facebook while I’m still awake. Mustn’t forget first, though, it’s Sandies Birthday, I’m sending Certificateher something differnt this year, a dolls house for her to play with. ♥X♥.

Gotth nosh in the oven, sliced seasoned potatoes.

Having canned pork knuckle with it, tomatoes, gherkins

Facebooking was done.

1Mon17Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Noshed served up.

Seasoned potato slices, apple, a variety of different coloured tomatoes, dried fried onions and a can of Pork Knuckle.

A 9/10 taste rating given for this one.

Yet again, getting to sleep was not easy.

Even when the brain went into ‘I’m not interested’ mode, I remained laying there watching banal TV programmes, with the occasion passings of wind and scratching at the blotches.

No idea when I eventually dropped off, but I remember the 2200hr news coming on the gogglebox.

TTFN each.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 8th July 2018


Sunday 8th July 2018

Javanese: Minggu 8 Juli 2018

0455hrs: Woke with memories of a horrible dream lingering in my head. Another of those where I go back and repeat errors, bad judgements and mistakes I’d made over the years. In these nightmares, I know full well and am aware of what I need to do to correct the long gone failings and embarrassments this time, but I’m unable to get it right. Most disquieting.

The grey-cells began to form into a semi-cohesive more relevant mishmash, and I became aware of the mini-crop circle that had appeared on my chest between my man-breasts. This prompted me to get the camera and go into the kitchen to take photographs of the mystery and to see the state of the blotches this morning. Whatever it was or caused it, certainly scared-off the blotches from that little circular area of flesh? Haha! 7Sun02The itching was worse, but I think this was because they are beginning to clear up, perhaps, because the pain from them was far less. Mind you, I haven’t got any clothes on yet!

Signs of nocturnal nibbling were found in the waste bin on the Ottoman. Naughty!

Then the memory from last night and the great England victory in the World Cup came back to me. I almost felt like looking it up on the web to see if my memory was correct or not.

I got the Health Checks done.


7Sun03The results were all looking good, I thought.

For some reason, while I was sorting out the medication taking, my mind drifted back to my younger days. Which I can remember; but not if I’ve left the tap running, or the light on, or the cooker on. What a klutz!

7Sun07When an embaphium had to be used to measure the doses. And although memories of those days were not particularly happy for me, Mam and Dad fighting, no pennies for the meters, my being sent to different neighbours to cadge a spoon of tea, cup of milk, some sugar or whatever: It still retained the odd bit of pleasant memories. Tsk!

7Sun050600hrs now: No sunshine out yet. The temperature was at 30°c – 86°f.

The humidity was well within the green range, although I do not know exactly what this indicates. I’ll have to look it up.

Note the picture?

Yes, I was young once. Hehehe!

7Sun06cI got the potatoes in the crock-pot on a low setting and podded some fresh garden peas, both ready for either the lamb shank or Pork Ribs to be enjoyed with them later on.

The blotches have now begun to itch a little more, even under the armpits, but the pain when I cannot resist scratching at them is far less than yesterday.

Got the computer going and began to make this blog.

Then went to update the Saturday post.

0820hrs: Sounds like Hebert (Big Superior Untouchable John) is getting his machinery out again to work on his models. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling-off and sneered at from the Nottingham City Homes Mangement for my saying about the noise. As the Obergruppenfurheress Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making, and I’ll have to put up with it. I don’t want to lose my home. Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations with Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representative or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.

I’m out of advance drafts for the diaries now. So I went onto Coreldraw to create the page top graphics.

WDPA4A Sister Jane rang me as I started to work on them. A jolly chinwagging was interrupted when I lost the signal. I gave her a couple of minutes, then I rang her back on the mobile… which turned out to be a very costly affair. Because I waffled on a and on. Tsk!

I rang off, and three hours and forty minutes later, I had got the graphic’s done and saved. Now for the job of setting up all the drafts. Good job I enjoy doing this blog. Haha! And Herbert gave me some entertainment in the form of knocks and bangs as I did it. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling-off and sneered at from the Nottingham City Homes Mangement for my saying owt about the noise. As the Obergruppenfurheress Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making, and I’ll have to put up with it. I don’t want to lose my home. Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations with Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representative or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.

This is going to take a long time to get done. So it is too early to get the nosh sorted yet.

I pressed on with the draft making. And oh boy, it took me another three hours to get them all finished, sorted and saved. Well passed my head-down time already. But, I had not checked for any comments, gone on the WordPress Reader or any TFZer stuff.

So tired-out, but I had a bash on Facebooking.

Virgin went down, and I lost everything beyond this point.

I cried.