Saturday 29th December 2018
Punjabi: ਸ਼ਨੀਵਾਰ 2 ਦਸੰਬਰ 2018
23:25hrs. 
I woke, and the first thing that registered in my muddled brain was the unbitten tomato sandwich, squashed into the folds of my bloated stomach! The mind simply accepted this fact, without any expostulatory self-recriminations. Then it moved on to other concerns, and, with a degree of clarity in there too! This, I found surprising and worrying, such a rare stance for my grey-cells as I gain consciousness in a morning?
I removed the belly-dwelling sandwich and had a feel about of the legs. Again, I was surprised, to find that the fluid build-up seemed have gone down a little. Surely one-half of a Furosemide tablet, taken ten hours earlier, seemed to have made some effect already? Or, maybe, was being hopeful? The usual morning struggle out of the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner was not as severe as usual, and I thought I might be right about the fluid retention going down a bit…
That was until I caught the swollen tibialis muscle against the corner of the Ottoman! I take it back, perhaps the fluid is not going down after all. Hehe! A decent purple-blue bruise appeared in seconds. Tsk! But, of course, the pain meant nothing to a man like me. (Lie Mode Adopted!)
I Iimped on, muttering to myself as I did so, to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done and the medications were taken. The legs seemed to swell up as I hobbled on, and were rock-solid again by the time I got the few paces to the kitchen.
My sphygmomanometer worked on the second attempt. The new thermometer which I was conned into buying worked, but I still can’t hear the ending beeps, even when the thing is in my ear-hole?
The readings for Sys, Dia, and pulse were all rather low this time. The weight, had gone down a bit? The temperature was looking good to me.
I took one Furosemide with the other medications, and off for the usual SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee): which after the Furosemide being taken last night and this morning, have now turned into LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee). Cor Blimey! I got splashback all over the place. You wouldn’t believe how much and how far it went – well, I can’t believe how much and how far it went!
I took me ages to get things cleaned up. I have now positioned three plastic bins, one in each room. Humph! No going out today, then. I do not think the Protection Pants would cope if another blast like that one comes along uninvitedly. As the paperwork that came with the Furesomide said: “…blocking the absorption of sodium, chloride, and water from the filtered fluid in the kidney tubules, causing a profound increase in the output of urine – never a more accurate statement read! Hehehe!
By the time I’d got the sorting outdone, another LHBLWW arrived! Forearmed with knowledge now, I made use of the grey bin in the kitchen and avoided the spray-back… well, most of it. Humph! I might run low on disinfectant and Germolene cream soon.
I went on an EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) search and destroy mission. I got the 5p coin ready on the kitchen towel to photograph any prisoners I caught.
Something else hard to believe – I didn’t find a single Weevil, dead or alive!
I set about updating the Friday post. Considering all the mayhem and overabundance of events suffered on this day, I was pleased with how the end product came out. Titivated it, and got it sent off to WordPress. During this process, I utilised the thin deep grey bin three times for an LHBLWW!
Emptied and disinfected the grey ‘Emergency bin’, and went to make a very small mug of tea.
While waiting for the kettle to boil, I took five photographs from the unwanted or liked light and view-blocking new window. I tried each one in a different option on the camera. To see how they compared to each other in taking nighttime shots of the same view.
Unfortunately for me, I forgot to make a note of each one’s mode it was taken in! What a Nebbish! Here the yare, anyway. Tsk!
Back on the computer and made a start on this blog. Just the one LHBLWW needed.
Checked the Emails, then went on the WordPress Reader.
I spotted that the papsules on the back of the left hand were returning again? A mystery these are. I forgot to mention them to the Dr Vindla yesterday.
Still, I can get another chance on Monday when I go for another Warfarin INR blood test and my appointment with the doctor. I think the original meeting might have been about the memory blanks and forgetfulness? But I forget for sure. Haha!
I went on Facebook to update with the TFZers and get the latest photographs in the albums.
The legs seem to be filling up again now, far more than when I woke up… what’s going on here? Tsk!
I’ve decided to get some brekkie now.
I’ll go and have a forage around to see what fodder is available… Tomato sarnies, pickled gherkins, and chestnuts with a drop of hoisin and balsamic sauce, so I can try both of them out.
Not keen on the balsamic sauce, a little too sweet, but the Hoisin was tasty and tangy. As brekkies go, a Flavour Rating of 5/10 for this one.
I spent hours on CorelDrawing and making a few more page header graphics.
A Blank Spot followed. And I found myself waking up in the £300 second-hand recliner, in need of an SSWW, which again turned out to be an LHBLWW.
Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit as I got the meal prepared. I wish I hadn’t bothered now.
I think the taste-buds have gone off a bit again. Pork ribs with seasoned baked beans and a defrosted cob. To me, it all tasted horrible, not just not nice. I left most of it, and I usually would gobble up all of the seasoned beans.
I felt suddenly drained.
I got the pots soaking in the washing up bowl, had another LHBLWW and into the night attire and on the recliner. Despite my weariness, it took me ages to get off to sleep! No hobbles, you see?
Sunday 30th December 2018
Scots Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 30mh Dùbhlachd 2018
23:42hrs. I bestirred with the belief that I had been sleeping for so long like never before, and must have overslept by hours and hours! Then realised it didn’t matter in the least if I had overslept, no medical appointment today. Had grope of the fluid affected legs, they seemed in the same condition as they were yesterday, which was less solidly swollen than the day before… I waffled a bit making that statement didn’t I. Tsk!
As soon as I tried to move my pharaonically-stomached body from the £300 second-hand recliner, I realised I was wrong about the state of the legs. Fair enough, they did feel less filled with fluid, but, oh boy, the pain when I stood up! From the top of the legs down to the ankles were positively painful, every time any part touched against something… like the floor! Ah-Well, nil desperandum! No doubt now the blood’s starting to move, it will ease off in a while.
I shuffled slowly and carefully to the kitchen, when I saw the clock, I realised I had only been asleep for about four hours!
I was getting the Health Checks and medication taking things ready, when the innards erupted and despite the condition of my legs I hastened frantically, quicker than I had ever done before, to the wet room and the desperately needed Porcelain Throne! I did not make it in time! An uncontrollable liquified evacuation. No more details should be told. Nuff said! A lengthy cleaning up session took place.
Back to the kitchen and the Health Checks.
The flipping sphygmomanometer was not in the mood for playing this morning. It took four tries before it worked. Tsk!
I found a blobby patch of whatever it was on the lower right arm, and the papsules seem to have changed colour again?
I made a brew and took the medications… no sooner done, than the stomach rumbled and grumbled and it was back to the Porcelain Throne in another hurry!
I got there with a few seconds to spare this time (and was so glad that I did!) Splattering and spluttering, this evacuation was more liquified than ever. But, I could sense… well, I could feel squidgy activity, brewing in the innards still! So, expecting another wet discharge was imminent, I remained where I was and had a read of the ‘Catastrophy – Europe goes to war’ book, having now finished the Clarkson biography, I thought I’d get back to this exact detail-filled massive (Hardback 628 page) history book, filled 
with so much delineation that, it is perfect for an opsimath like me.
And, I got it for only £10 reduced from £30, at The Works – discount store on Long Row in Nottingham City Centre.
As to whether I’ll live long enough to ever finish reading it, I don’t know. Hehehe! As I awaited the threatening onslaught of the third evacuation, I pondered on this thought. I decided that the cleverly manipulated changes in human behaviour, conduct, demeanour, outlook and accepted protocols, is of benefit to the elderly. Who surely must feel less bothered about snuffing it, seeing the madness of mankind, cruelty, lack of empathy and greed getting worse all the time? This train of thought, cheered me up a bit. I got side-tracked again there, sorry.
The third evacuation arrived, less of it, but even wetter than the first two of the day! Nuff said again!
The tummy continues to emit warning signals, even now. The odd rumbling session and occasional little stabs, of mild discomfort. I fear things may be on the move yet again soon. Where the heck is it all coming from! I hope I will be able to get to the surgery tomorrow for the blood test and doctors visit.
Went on the TFZer Facebook page.
Feeling peckish, so got a breakfast prepared. Chips, bits of Polish Pork Boczek, beetroot, tomatoes and onions.
Watched a YouTube Dvd while eating it. I nearly ate it all.
Went on CorelDraw to another try at getting some page header graphics done.
Managed to get a few done before Dizzy Dennis called again. I must mention this to the doctor in the morning.
Zombielike I just sat feeling sorry for myself…. fell asleep so early… but I needed it I think if only to escape the discomfort I was feeling.
Sister Jane rang. Not sure what was said. I do recall telling her of the side-effects of the Furosemide, I think.
Zzzz!
I had to laugh when I lowered the £300 second-hand rusty recliner, the legs were so heavy with fluid, the thing ‘clunked’down with a thud! Hehe! I escaped the clutches of the recliner, and poddled carefully to the kitchen, with the intentions of getting the Health Checks done. 
I think the resulting readings were fine this time. Guessing really, Hehe! 
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Got some breakfast nibbled.
Boy, were the legs well-bloated with water, or what? I’d just taken off my night socks. The limbs look ready to burst open. Hehe!
It was about 0800hrs as I left the flats, but it was still a little murky looking out there. 
photograph on the right about, of part of what will be new parking spaces for the better-off of the inmates with vehicles. 
Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. We exchanged a few words, had a laugh, and I went back to taking the picture.
As I turned right, down Winchester Road Hill, the colouring was much different to yesterday, and the daylight seemed to arrive quickly.
some cooked meat to go on it and a beef tomato. Now all I need is some potato curls from Lidl and a bottle of liquid soapflakes from Wilko.
reason, I forget what it was now. Tsk! 
Minutes later, Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist I caught number two. 
Paid on the self-serve till, and caught a but back to Sherwood.
Up to the bus stop, to be joined later by Doreen. A natter and laugh on the way home.
So, I got the nosh sorted out. The Lidl potato curls were seasoned perfectly to my palate. The chestnuts tasted A1, and the pork and tomato sarnie was as good a one as I’ve ever had! Flavour rating of 9.45/10 given!
23:25hrs. 
As I stirred into a simulation of life, the strong smell of cooking permeated my nostrils, and a spot of panic arrived in the brain. ‘I’d left the crock-pot on full, and then fell asleep last night!’ I fumb
The Sys seems to be going up and down regularly this week? I don’t think the problems I’m having with the Warfarin INR level should affect this, though? 
Back to the wet room for an SSWW…
winning the battle! Humph!
I had to push myself more than I would have liked, due to my taking too long in doing the ablutions, I’d left myself with only 50 minutes to get there. 
Of course, I was manipulating two rock-hard swollen legs and feet, with a gallon or two of fluid in them, as fast as I could. Hehe! So that might have helped me keep warm a bit?
And, I had a camera view of what was nearly an accident as a lorry pulled away from the opposite kerb, close to clouting the red car! Ace Reporter Inchcock Strikes Again! Hehehe! 
Caught the bus back into Sherwood. 
worrying sight near the Woodthorpe Court lobby entrance doors.
where the lesion had been bleeding a bit. 
crockpot contents. I moved the beans and mini-potatoes from the slow-cooker to the saucepan on a low light and added the chilli and some tomatoes.
I decided to get the laundry done. Gathered the accoutrements and clothing, and down to the foyer. 
As I emptied the tog from bag to machine, guess what I found at the bottom? A rather large EIBWBBB! It was dead, but it was not there last week. Are the tricky things planning another counter-attack? Grumph! 
Got the washer going and nipped outside, and took a photographicalisation of this mornings view along Chestnut Walk. 
and aching.
word, being temporary! When the brain returns to as near as standard it is possible for it to get; then the worrying, fears, perturbations and anxiousness about what has just occurred, and the uncertainty of not being sure, comes back to you, threefold! Just thought I’d mention it, cause it just happened to me! Hehehe!
Thirty-minutes later, back down to move the clothing from washer to the dryer.
I think I’ll make a bit of brekkie now. I’ll go see what is available, back in a bit. 
00:25hrs. I opened my eyes, at first concentrating on my obvious need for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised with some urgency… but the immediate need was lost as soon as I tried to move the arms and they ached and hurt? Then as I went through the torso, I discovered that the legs, neck, hands, back, wrists, fingers, shoulders, knees… almost everywhere was smarting, aching, stiff or sore. 
I got the computer on and checked the Emails. A couple of WP comments and one from the Doctors Surgery about the Warfarin INR blood test results. 
I am now more convinced than ever that something had gone wrong with the old, now thrown away thermometer. For since using this new one, the results have been higher, as you can tell on the chart above.
While in the kitchen, I prepped the minced lamb and got it in the crock-pot. 
07:20hrs. The earlier crystal-clear view was getting a bit misty now.
23:45hrs. It didn’t take long for the brain to recognise the desperate need (Yet again!) for the post-prandial use of the Porcelain Throne! For some reason, Arthur Itis was in a bad mood, and both knees were not keen on movement without pain. 
Made some brekkers again, for a change. Sausages, tomatoes and bread thins. 
Finally, at last, I set off again! 
A short way down Winchester Street, not far from where the Mystery Boots Fiasco tool place, last month, I came across some Nottinghamian Street Art with a difference. 
I hastened with the feet getting ever increasingly pained, Tsk! Down Winchester Street Hill and turned right onto Mansfield Road.
I thanked her, gave her some nibbles and crawled away. I dropped some more treats on the receptionist desk and scuttled out into the now slowly changing mo
A former Nottingham Post journalist who travelled the length of England for free using only his old folk’s bus pass started his journey here. 
I walked, well, limped back to Sherwood and called into the Ozan International Food Centre. 
The climb back up Winchester Street, took more out of me than I would have liked. 
The sky and lighting were so beautiful when I got onto Chestnut Walk. I took this decent shot of the Winwood Heights as the yare today. 
I started to update this blog for a few hours, then decided I was too tired to continue. Poor old thing… Haha! 
I lay feeling sorry for myself for a while, when I opened my eyes, the scene was so soul-destroying – I’d been at the Nocturnal Nibbling again! As it dawned on me how many bits of fodder I had on, and around my body, the self-hatred and frustration grew! (Please see the Morning Thoughts, above). I wonder if I can get some help with this problem? Mind you, it’s not every night, just now and then that I gorge myself in my sleep. And, I have really tried this last couple of weeks to attain a degree of abstemiousness… He says, looking for some lame excuse. What a yold, Tsk! 
I put the heavy dressing gown on as well now, it felt so cold everywhere in the flat. The slow computer was driving mad! 
cooker started. 
Before I started the updating, I nipped into the kitchen to add the ingredients to the mushrooms in the crock-pot: Sliced some parsnips, cut some pork into pieces and put them in with the mushrooms. I added some caramelised gravy stock and Hoisin sauce, gave it a good stir and started the slow-cooker on low.
The shakes and shivers are far less frequent than earlier, though. 
The Hunger Pangs arrived, and I made a mini breakfast of a slice of pork pie and some mini tomatoes. 
Did the Health Checks and got the nosh ready. 
Got it finished and went to make a brew and get some potatoes into the crock-pot. 
Got the nosh sorted. Beef pie, potatoes with a drop of BBQ sticky sauce on each half, tomatoes and mushrooms. Followed with a naughty, wicked Limoncello dessert. A Flavour-Rating of 8.5/10 given.
Some strange noises were heard again, this time they sounded like whining and tapping sounds at the same time.