Inchcock Today – Fri 21st Dec 2018: Mixed day, but apart from the tumble, not a bad one at all!


Dec 21 2018

Friday 21st December 2018

Catalan: Divendres 21 de Desembre de 2018

01:25hrs. I woke with the brain uninterested in anything I tried to communicate with it, at first. As the cogs unhurriedly began to engage, and the usual two way battle for understanding and some form of logicality began… I involuntarily passed wind, only a tiny phrwert, but the brain instantly instructed me to make all haste to the Porcelain Throne!

 I hastily battled my beastly oversized stomach from the £300 second-hand rusty recliner, stood-up and gained my balance, then shot off in the direction of the wet room, with more momentum than I ought to have, but the need for the Throne drove me on.

WD 51.2.51 I tripped over the slippers on the carpet and made contact with my knees falling and hitting the floor! No time to worry about that now, I thought, as I got up with incredible speed and continued on my mission. I got there just in time, avoiding any embarrassment. I viewed the bruising on my knees from the tumble as I carried out the evacuation.

WD 51.2.51 That did it, the brain suddenly regained its confusional turbo-speed and started off on its Worrying, Fretting, Self-deprecating and Panic Mode! For a few minutes, what didn’t go through the brain was not worth mentioning. The examination of the fungal lession, why had the blood-pool on my finger disappeared? Did I take last nights medications? Why didn’t the tumble I’d just taken onto my knees hurt at all? What day is it? Have I left the oven on again? Why have I not got a stomach ache after eating all the fatty pork last night? Where did I put my hearing aids, will the hospital bus be running today?… on and on the unnecessary worries flooded in!

By the time I had completed the evacuation, cleaned and washed the hands, things were settling back into the ‘Not really bothered’ brain mode.

So, I got the Health Checks done and took the medications. (I had imbibed last nights doses, well, the pot was empty anyway, Hehe!)


5Fri001bThe sphygmomanometer was playing up again, and it took me three tries to get it to work. I know it is not the batteries, cause I changed them only two days ago?

The readings were much the same as yesterdays first checks, so that was good, I think.

I got the computer turned on, and a few flashes and stuttering during the opening, I put down to the MS Windows updates that came in when I was closing it yesterday? I got on with updating yesterdays blog and got it posted to WordPress.

As I stood up to go and make a brew, both knees were stiff, but not too painful.

Made some comment replies, well, one. Visited the WP Reader, again some good stuff on there today.

Went on the TFZer Facebooking.

Made a start on this page. Then got some mini-potatoes, mushrooms, and peas in light soy sauce seasoned water, in the slow-cooker, on the Auto setting.

Got the ablutions sorted, no shower today, cause it was a little early to operate things due to the noise it makes.

Took the black bags to the waste chute.

 I thought I’d got everything ready and with me, and set out to the lifts. Taking a bag of recyclable waste and an empty Soy sauce bottle along with me, too.

WD 51.2.51 One was out-of-order, being serviced. Having only the one to use, it got farcical. The cage kept going up and down between the 1st and the floors! Time was running out for me to catch the bus in time. So, I walked down the stairs.

Weary and with the plates-of-meat aching something rotten, I got down and out to the waste bins…

WD 51.2.51 Which is where I realised I’d not taken the appointment card with me! What a shmo!

Luckily the one lift was on the ground floor still, so up to the flat and picked-up the paperwork, and down again after a few minutes wait for the elevator.

I met Cyndy as she was coming into the flats, had a quick chinwag and walked along to the bus stop. Taking this 5Fri003apicture of the temporarily abandoned for the holiday period by the Willmott Dixon crew. 

It shows the drizzle and what a puddle-covered, dour morning it was, but not too cold with it today.

A large crowd of fellow inmates was at the bus stop, and a little nattering took place, which I enjoyed.

5Fri004Got on the bus and alighted at the City Hospital. Crossed over the road and limped to the Clinic. 

Entered and greeted the receptionist bloke, the usual one with his good range of multi-sneers, raised eyelashes and a bored-scowl that I have never seen before in anyone else. These traits of his no doubt help him to keep his talking to proletariat scumbag patients to a minimum. I took a seat in the small waiting area. I was the only person in the room!

The feared that the students would be in attendance did not mature. Phew! But there were three Doctors, there when I was called to the office for an interview, and to divulge my doings and answer their questions. This only took ten-fifteen minutes, then we were all walking to a treatment room. Out came the ginormous microscope looking thing from the wall and was lit-up, before I had even dropped my pants. Hehe!

My EQ picked up that the whole team was in a rush for some reason, which suited me. A sample was taken, as they whispered between themselves. They all left the room Presumably to analyse the skin they had taken?  I lay there with a cloth over my privates and got out the crossword book and had a go at it.

When they returned they all seemed to have a smile on their faces to me? The leader spoke, but  I did not catch what he said. One of the female doctors repeated what he said to me as he left the room, never to be seen again. They are giving me one of the must-keep-in-the fridge creams, but this time I will get it via my GP. I will receive an appointment from them after the holidays. For a deep-shave excision which is a simple procedure, but with me being on Warfarin means all instruction given me beforehand must be followed and adhered to! (Something like that anyway).

I thanked them and got dressed. Out into the rain and to the bus stop, luckily an L9 to Arnold arrived within a few minutes.5Fri006

It dropped me off outside the Asda store, and I had a wander around in search of some turnips and lemon tarts.

The place was as to be expected, busy, but as I was using my card at the self-serve tills, I got access quicker than the others. I came out with a bag of stuff. A small tin of peas and large can of chilli-con-carne, turnips, mushrooms, lemon cake, mini-rolls, diced pork and some jelly babies.

5Fri007I paid up using the contactless card, and out into now wetter than ever, Front Street.

I espied the ShoeZone store and went over to see if they had any wide-fitting slippers in stock. The ones I tripped over this morning are a bit ragged and have a largish hole where my corn has worn its way through. Haha!

WD 51.2.51 The young lady with pound-signs in her eyes, pointed out to me where the slippers were to be found. I asked her if they had them in brown, please. She replied: “It doesn’t matter what colour they are really, does it!” She had a voice reminiscent Margaret Thatcher. I bought the blue ones and thanked her. I nervously made my way out of the shop as quickly as I could, before she sold me some ladies shoes or wellingtons! Hehehe!

5Fri007a Over the road and waited for the bus to arrive. Had a natter to a man and woman waiting with me.

The bus soon got packed with folks. A bit further on, and Arnold was almost at a standstill traffic-wise. I didn’t find out why? 

5Fri08Good job I had the crossword book with me. IT was such a long time to get through the traffic jam, I nearly started and finished a crossword!

Ten-across, I’ve got three of the four letters in, but blown if I know the answer for sure. I can only think of nose, but am uncertain. The clue is: Bulge or growth?

5Fri08aAt the ring road, the rain seemed to be stopping at last.

When the vehicle got into Sherwood, I wondered if any of my fellow detainees from Winwood Heights would still be at the bus stop, as the L9 must have been fifteen to twenty minutes late in arriving.

Only one got on, Doreen. But she did not see me as entered the bus.

5Fri09We were soon back at the gaol… I mean, flats. Hehehe!

Had a few words and a laugh with Doreen, but the gal needed to nip into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, 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. I gave my farewells to her.

I got myself back in Woodthorpe Court and checked to see if any washing machines were free, but they were both in use, so I pressed on up to the apartment. Both lifts working now.

First thing I did was have an SSWW, then got the Health Checks done.

Put the food away, checked the slow cooker and got the computer on, to update this blog.

It turned out to be a frustrating and annoying computer session, due to…


5Fri10I took a break and made a mug of tea and had a look at the new slippers I’d bought.

I compared them with the old tattered ones, and snapped the picture. I fear they may not be wide enough for comfort?

At least the velcro bit does not go over the top so far, so closing them should not be as difficult on the new one for me?

Did a bit of Facebooking, but I’m gerrin’ well tired now.

5Fri34Got the fodder sorted out.

Mini-potatoes, peas, mushrooms, tomatoes and BBQ things on sticks. I have to admit, it tasted better than it looked. I think the adding of a little light soy sauced was flavoursome in the the mini-potatoes anf mushrooms.

A flavour rating of 8/10 given.

The nodding offs soom arrived after I’d finished the meal.

The TV stood no chance. Hehehe!


6 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Fri 21st Dec 2018: Mixed day, but apart from the tumble, not a bad one at all!

  1. In botany, node is “the part of a plant stem from which one or more leaves emerge, often forming a slight swelling or knob”. I can’t read the intersecting vertical word (or know the clue), so that might not work. It looks like “unre l”, so, if the clue has to do with unrolling something, “unreel” would work. Of course, if the clue re3lates to fantasy or etra terrestial beings, “unreal” might be the vertical word, making “node” one of those wotrking words that aren’t the one needed. Whew! Smokes exiting my ears from all that mental stimulation at 1:14 AM!

    • Cheers Prof. Doug.
      I’m going to give it until this afternoon or evening, then cheat and try to look it up. Thinking about, N D _ E.
      Not many letters can go in?
      Node – Noke – Nobe – Nole – Note… Oh I give up! Hehehe!
      Thanks for engaging Concentration Mode for me Doug!

  2. I believe you are quite lucky Ms. Thatcher let you out of the store without a pair of pink high heeled slippers or something of that sort. Color does matter, but I believe you were wise not to spar with Ms. Thatcher over color choices. Although a pair of Wellies seem apt for those wet streets you have pictured.

    Do the doctors or nurses ever ask you if you have fallen? When I go in for health checks “Have you fallen recently” is one of the many questions I’m asked.

    Once when I had to have a procedure at the worst hospital in town, the arrogant, rather annoying nurse asked me “Do you feel safe at home?” I said “Yes I do. I sleep with my AK47”. As she was momentarily paralyzed and suddenly quite speechless from my unexpected answer, so I asked her “Well? Are you going to ask me if I feel safe here in this hospital?” As she remained silent and just stared at me, I said “Well! I don’t feel safe here because I don’t have my AK47!” She hurried through the rest of the health checks and shoo’d me out. That was several years ago. I’d probably be arrested if I pulled that on a nurse today. I’d be charged with über micro aggressions and assault by means of mentioning a deadly weapon. In a pre-op interview with another nurse at the same hospital, I ended up walking out on her because she was so clueless, asking stupid, irrelevant questions.

    I hate it when there is a team of doctors checking me out. It always takes longer, and they sometimes get distracted, and do things that hurt. Me: “Aaaah!” Doctor 1: “Oh! does that hurt?” Me: “Aaaah!” Doctor 2 addressing doctor 1: “I think that’s a yes!” Me: “Aaaah!” Doctor 3 to Doctor 1: “I think you have that probe at the wrong angle!” Me: “Aaaah!” Doctor 1: “Yes, by golly, I believe you are right! That does explain why the patient is screaming.” And so it goes. They have used those giant microscope looking things on me before, also. I’m like “how much is the use of that contraption going to cost me? Can’t you just use a $1.98 magnifying glass?” And people wonder why medicine is so expensive. I hope the cold cream with do you wonders.

    It looks pretty wet and miserable for the holiday season on the streets of Nottingham. Good work on the crossword puzzle. I really suck a working crossword puzzles, but they are supposed to be really good for keeping the grey matter in your brain from molding. I’m happy you found your meal as good as it looks.

    • Wise words over the Ms Thatcher incident, Tim! Thanks.
      Sometimes they ask me about falls at the Haemoglobinopathies & eep Vein Thrombosis Clinic. (I wish the would find a shorter name, it take me ages to fill forms in. Hehe!)
      Great stories of your visit and the cluelss Nurses! I should imagine any mentioning of an AK47 today, would set alarms bells ringing? I wonder if they would let you use email in the NMCD, 111 Gold Ave SE, Albuquerque, NM 87102, USA? Haha!
      You hit it on the nose about the Doctors not concentrating. The ones I had just carried on nattering when gave put a wek “Ohh hoo!” Tsk! Funny the way you wrote it, I liked it. You gave me an idea, next time go in January, I could take a microscope with me and offer it to them to… No, maybe not. Hahaha!
      I started doing crosswords regularly after the big op, cause it was then that I noticed I was getting confused more and memory failing me. I think they may help as you say, in keeping the grey-matter active?
      Shame about last nights fodder, I made a right mess of it, but the sourdough bread and gravy saved the say. Hehe!
      Cheers, mate.

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