23:35hrs. Oh, boy! If you had seen my antics in painfully trying to get my overweight gargantuan-stomached body out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the emergency SSWW bin in time, for what turned out to be a Power-Short-Sharp-Wee-wee, you would not have been able to resist bursting into laughter; even I smiled afterwards! Hehehe!
Just like yesterday morning, after using the emergency SSWW/LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) bin and starting to clean it, the porcelain Throne had to be used. I got to the wet room in enough time this visit. Phew!
I washed, got the room cleaned up. And got the Health Checks done and medications were taken.
The BP seemed to be worryingly low. I took the medications and made a brew, then took the second Health Check. Which seems to have gone high within the ten minutes or so since the earlier one I did?
00:00hrs. New Year:
I made up a blog with the photographs I’d just taken out of the windows, of the fireworks from the New Year lovers of Nottingham. And got it posted off to WordPress as a post.
Despite the heat from the oven, and the thermometer showing the temperature to be about 64°f – 17.77°c in the kitchen, and the warmth coming from the new storage radiator which was fitted too close that I could not open my cupboards and had to be moved, leaving me with plastering, painting and a new floor to be paid for and fitted. But no point in doing anything yet about that or the carpets that were ruined by the plasterer, as the electricians, plumbers and alarm installation people are still to come to make their particular mess in installing communications and a sprinkler system yet. I was still feeling so cold? Heck of a mouthful there, Haha!
I got some brekkie made up. Mini pork pies, pickled gherkins, cooked chestnuts, and a few oven chips, followed by a raspberry mousse, that went down very well as I watched a YouTube clip on the Grenfell disaster. I see that no one has been blamed or taken the blame yet. Makes me sick! Well, that’s true come think of it, I am sick! Hehe!
Blimus, I keep shivering this morning, and it’s not cold at all, I’ll recheck the thermometer… it’s the same temperature showing, 64°f – 17.77°c.
I tackled the updating and finishing off of the Monday post. IT took me over five hours to get it done. The concentration has gone to pot, and the odd Dizzy Dennis visit didn’t help in the least. I went on WordPress reader.
I trotted, well alright then, limped off to make myself a mug of tea. I saw a bit of smoke blowing through the window. I zoomed in to take a picture of it.
It had gone in five minutes, wonder what it was?
Back to the computer. Fingers on the keyboard and… well, another EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) found on my finger. Having my reading glasses on, I could see the scallywag doing her or his best to bite into the skin? I wondered if it might be the Furosemide they might be after? But why would that be, I tried to think of some funny reason to type, but the brain was not functioning in it normal mode today.
I made a start on this post and realised it was suddenly thirteen-hours since I got up. Time flies dunnit? Humph! Got as far as this, and decided I needed to catch up on the Facebooking, so I did.
The fatigue arrived, so I got the nosh prepared. Not a lot, but nice-flavour.
Channel 81 on Freeview had some good stuff on that I wanted to watch.
Repeated calls for LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wees) delayed the falling asleep for a while, but I dropped off, halfway through ‘Great Expectations’.
But shot awake four hours later, in need of more Wee-wees. Tsk!
Inchcock’s Photographicalsations taken as the New Year arrived…
Croatian: Inchcockove fotografske snimke uzete kao nova godina
May take this opportunity to wish the entire tellurian population, apart from the ‘Swines’ who are taking off my local bus service, Pavement Cyclists, Politicians, Royalty, Jeremy Clarkson, Jean Claude Juncker, the French for cheating to get the World Cup from Croatia, Pavement Cyclists, Anjem Choudary, Angela Merkel, Pavement Cyclists, Overcharging shop assistants, Snotty bankers, Alcoholics (but only the nasty ones), Pavement Cyclists and Street bedders and beggers who have more money than I do;
23:40hrs. I woke and stayed where I was, preciously perched half-on, half-off of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner. The mind deep in muddled, confusing thoughts. I spent a few moments trying to reclaim some recollections of the dream I knew I’d been having, and that it was not pleasant, could no memories were found lurking in the brain-box. Various bits came to mind for the day… The Asda (Walmart) delivery is due twit 06:00>07:00hrs. Another jet of wee-wee was building up. At least on the Furesomide, although the powerful evacuations cause splashbacks and a little pain, at least I get some warning beforehand now. What time is it? (Good heavens 2340hrs!) The fluid retaining legs feel a lot easier this morning. Hello, a Quick visit from Dizzy Dennis and Reflux Roger is kicking-off. The stomach is rumbling. Why are some of the Papsules bleeding? Maybe I might have been scratching them during the night? Did I take last nights medications? (I found out I had later, Phew!) I wonder if Nurse Nichole will do me today at the blood test? I mustn’t forget the Doctors appointment either… on and on the mind waffled to itself!
When I eventually tried to remove my hog-like body from the recliner, I felt Inchies Fungal Lesion crack and bleed, at precisely the same time a message arrived from the innards, telling me to get to the Porcelain Throne without delay! (I recalled at the time, thinking this does not bode well for the day’s fortunes, circumspection needed methinks. Hehe!)
Avoiding knocking anything down or any toe stubbing, I was off of the chair and got to the wet room and onto the Throne. (The legs felt a lot better, but the left ankle was giving me some grief) The splattery evacuation was all over within about ten-seconds! The cleaning and medicating of Little Inchies lesion took about ten excruciating minutes! Humph!
Another slight Dizzy Dennis spell as I left the wet room. I went to the kitchen to take the medications. Adding an extra Simvastatin to counter the ever-active sticking Roger Reflux valve!
Made a brew of good-strong Assam tea, and had another LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee).
While sitting at the computer making up the above graph of the INR Warfarin test results… I felt itching on my back, just below the neck, and it just had to be scratched! Which turned out to be somewhat of a problem for me, as I could not reach the spot that needed attending to. I tried up against the corner of the door, but this was very awkward and painful as I could not control the amount of pressure I was applying.
Then I tried using the small ‘picker-upper’ stick to apply some Germolene cream and have a good scratch at the same time, but this proved to be a bloodier approach to the problem! Hehehe! Puzzled by what it was I was having a go at, I set about manipulating my right hand with my right hand and forcing the hand to reach to the area. I had a feeling about the session and decided that it was small boils that were the problem! I guessed at this by the blood and yellow/greenish puss on the tissue. Now, I have discomfort from both arms, elbows, wrists, and shoulders as well! Klutz! I’ll give the area a good rinse after the shower and try to apply some cream on it.
Another LHBLWW and I got the weekend diary post finished off. It was sad reading when I edited it, but a few times I found myself laughing out loud at my own antics. Hahaha! I sent it off to WordPress.
I went on the WordPress Reader section.
Made a start on this blog. I thought about having a bit of brekkie but resisted.
Had an SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-Wee) for a change? Then another one, five minutes later, Tsk!
Got the ablutions done early, no showering of course yet, too soon.
The Asda man delivered at 0615hrs.Thanked him and got the fodder sorted, after yet another SSWW!
Got updating this blog, and consumed the Raspberry Ripple later on.
Shame it didn’t taste like I remembered it did. Ah-well, likely the old gustatory cells stiff out of sync or tilt, with the ailments being like they are?
I got the baked beans in the saucepan with the seasoning, to marinate for use later. I’d decided on beefburgers for nosh today. I’ll buy some while I’m out.
At 0800hrs, I took the black bags to the waste chute and deposited then.
Got to think things through now. Dr Vindla at 11:20hrs, INR Blood Test at 12:00hrs, must remember to ask about the QMC appointment to see if they have it yet. Being holidays, I imagine it will be a few days before I am advised. Can’t be helped.
Took my shower and got things ready.
A quick snap of the morning view from the unwanted new light and view-blocking kitchen window, a fumble around to see if I’d forgotten anything. Glad I checked, I’d left the tap running.
Off I trotted, down and out onto Chestnut Walk.
AS I limped along, I was overtaken by a few other inmates. I was limping along even slower than usual this morning. A tinge of jealousy overcame me, seeing the others getting a move one s they belted by me. Hehe!
I called 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 inmates porta-cabin, and managed a natter with a few others, but they were apparently in the same mood as I was, and poorly with it. They also looked a little the same as me, in appearing to look so tired-out. Bless us all!
Disastrous news was given to me, that revealed perhaps, why the gloomy looks were on the faces of my fellow inmates… The L9 bus service is being taken off! Some of our residents were told this by the drivers. I am hoping and praying it will prove wrong. How do we get to the shops, surgery, blood tests and clinics without transport in bad weather?
I got on the bus with the others and dropped off on Winchester Street Hill bottom. Where some disgusting Nottinghamian Street Art had been freshly deposited on the pavement. Some poor devil had taken a step in the wrong direction. Eurgh!
I set off along Mansfield Road and up the incline. I was moving at a fair rate of knots for me but was coping well with the pace for once.
Near the top of the hill, the usual Royal Mail van, with the same two drivers sat in it, had parked in their regular place, right across the pavement.
I managed to walk by, on the inside giving the chaps a look of disgust as I did so, banging their mirror on the way by. How are people with prams, disabled carts, shopping carts supposed to get by, without going on to the road to do so?
I got myself to the surgery and logged in. Had a bit of a dizzy spell in there while I was sat doing the crossword. Tsk!
DR Vindla did various tests and seemed pleased with how the fluid retention had gone down in the legs and told me to carry on with the Furismide and come back to see her on Monday week. She needs to monitor the effects on the kidneys and liver. The QMC appointment will arrive next week in the post. She did not mention any blood-tests other than confirming today’s. I would imagine, I’ll get an Email from them when the results come back on the test I am about to have. I was dismissed, and returned to the waiting area, to be called to the Nurses room. I opened the crossword book (neither session on this book today, proved very auspicious).
Bit of luck then, it was Nurse Nichole who came to collect me. Luckily, the bleeding took an age to stop after the test, thus expediting a short but so-pleasant nattering session for me. Thanked the gal and handed her some nibbles for the New Year, leaving a bag of nibbles on the reception desk on the way out.
Once outside, I really didn’t feel well at all. A partial visit from Dizzy Dennis, the innards rumbling and fear of wee-wee escaping all made me nervous. So, I went to the nearest shop that sold beefburgers (Carrington Co-op). I selected a pack of four Co-op brand burgers from the freezer. That was the only choice they had!
Out to the bus stop, I went, and caught a bus within a minute, back up to Sherwood. Right timing too, (I thought at the time anyway), there was about five minutes before the bus was due. Four other tenants were also at the shelter, and a chinwagging, laughter and snide remarks were enjoyed by all, while we waited.
And I mean, waited! The bus was twenty-minutes late when it arrived, and the bladder was being tested like never before. I was scared stiff of being embarrassed if things should burst-forth, I had the PPs on but felt these would not cope if the Furosemide activated LHBLWW did arrive. It did so as I thought about it! I felt so ashamed and flustered! I tried to stand as far away from anyone as I could on the bus, and placed the bag in front of me, in case anything showed-up. The short trip up the steep hill seemed to take ages. I got off the bus first and dare not stop to talk to Cyndy and Roger who spoke to me… I made my way as quickly as I could to the flats. The other of course caught me up and passed me by.
Hell, I was so glad to get inside. Straight to the wet room to sort myself out. The PPs had coped better than I expected them to. The lesion had been bleeding. So, off with the clothes and binned them, under the shower for a long session of cleaning and freshening. While I was taking a shower, another unstoppable LHBLWW evacuation arrived! This state of affairs is getting to me now! Finally cleaned and changed clothes and did the Health Checks, the BP is very low again, and I wasn’t feeling too good. I put this down to my embarrassment factor. What will I do if this happens again, when no L9 buses are running?
I am now, sorry for myself, depressed and in a state of utter dysphoria. A nervous physical and mental wreck!
I got the nosh sorted. I must be doing something right, cause I ate it all up. Beef seasoned baked beans with beefburgers, sourdough bread and a lemon dessert.
Flavour Rating of 8.8/10!
I got the things in the washing up bowl. Did the Health Checks. Then I got myself into the £300 second-hand recliner.