Inchcock – Monday 7th Jan 2019: Nottingham photographicalisations of my mega-hobble – Whoopsiedangleplops flourished, though, Hehe! Tsk!


jan07 2019

Got a few natters in today though! Hurrah!

Monday 7th January 2019

Bulgarian: Понеделник, 8 януари 2019 г.

23:40hrs. I had a good six-hours unbroken sleep by the time I woke and awaited for the brain to engage.

WD181.9.9 I found far too many signs of nocturnal-nibbling and found myself surrounded with detritus. As I viewed the dreck around me, my heart sank – for I could not recall any eating whatsoever. The crumbs on my protruding flobby-stomach, the pot of potato chips, jelly babies and an empty jars with no indication of what I’d put in them, the two empty and one half-emptied 500ml bottles of spring water and the part-eaten tub of BBQ smoked almonds all seemed a mystery to me! I lay a while, without moving, and pondered over this dilemma. I feared it might have happened because of the low-spirits I have been in? Not having seen a tellurian, nevermind a tenant to talk or natter to in seven days now! Stuck indoors due to the ailments, and being chinwagless… I fought off the self-pity, and told myself I’d risk going out for a hobble today, come what may! Thank Gawd for the internet! Its kept me going through this terribly lonely and frustrating period.

As the pathetic self-pity turned to self-loathing, the need for the Porcelain Throne saved further sufferings of antipathy. As I got my body freed from the £300 second-hand recliner, a couple of broken potato sticks fell to the carpet from the stomach folds and gave me my first laugh of the day. This self-giggle helped things feel and look better somehow. The evacuation session went well, no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold or Little Inchies Lesion. Were things looking up, at last, I thought.

WD181.9.9 As I dismounted the Porcelain Throne, I spotted a couple of dead EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles).

WD181.9.9 But my attention to the weevils was redirected to my water-containers (Legs). I had a quick spray around with the Sanmex Bug Killer spray and took a photograph of the pins.


I took the second photo later, to see if there was any change in the new bloblet of a blood papsule/bruise on the chin. It wasn’t any worse, though. The brain pondered for a moment or two… If I could sell photographs, or get someone to paint a portrait of my legs at the moment, I could find fame! Either a medical institution or art gallery would surely be interested? The Tate Gallery, who in 1976 bought and paid for a pile of bricks for $12000 to put on display, ought to be willing to pay more for my much more exciting and alive legs… shouldn’t they? Of course, like most artists, whose works are not appreciated until they snuff-it… Tsk! Hehehe!

Anyway, the fluid had gone down compared to last nights, and this should be a good sign. Then I realised I had not yet taken the Furosemide and morning medications yet. So there is still time for the effects to make the legs swell again. Tsk! I got the sphygmomanometer going and did the Health Checks. Then made up the graph on Excel for today and last weeks results.


1mon07The readings looked okay to me. I got the half-tablet of the dreaded Furosemide, taken with the morning medications.

WD181.9.9 Applying the ear-wax softener, and it all just flowed back out. There is a tremendously substantial build-up Cerumen. Must mention this to the doctor when I get to see her next. This also reminded me that I had not yet got to the Audio Clinic for some new batteries, maybe a hobble into town later? Providing that things are okay later: no bleeding, the Wee-wees do not start flooding again, no Dizzy Dennis visits, the legs allow me to walk… I depress myself at times! Hahaha!

Off for another, now much less powerful SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee).

1mon06I was now feeling a tad chirpier in myself (Always an indication of some imminent disaster, Accifauxpa, Calamity, Loss or Mega-Whoopsiedangleplop, I know!).

I went out onto the balcony to take this photographicalisation of the morning view towards the City Centre. The wooden slats on the floor creaked, and the socks got wet from the earlier incoming rain. The dirty steamed up window’s spring handle failed to trap any of my fingers or knuckles, though, even when I reclosed it! I noticed that there were some car parking spaces free. A rarity indeed! Then realised that of course, there would be, the Willmott Dixon lads do not return to work until Tuesday.

I got the terribly depressing Sunday post updated and sent off. Then made a start on this effort. In between any more SSPWWs, naturally.

I went on the WordPress Reader section.

1mon001Then on Facebook, get the photos in the albums. Cause if I can get out for a hobble later, I will be in no state to remember or even do when I get back home to this peaceful, persons free, slowly turning into a grubbier apartment. Hehe!

I got the ablutions sorted with the teggies, the shaving, a marathon scrubbing shower, freshening-up, and the medicationalisationing of the tender areas. (Oy Vey!) Got dressed, and took the black bags to the waste chute. Gathered the mallard food in the bag. Bus Pass, hearing aids in, spectacles on, ears treated, eyes sprayed, legs creamed and had a grubbing session to check that I had not left any taps running anywhere, lights on, oven on, etc.

I called to see Cyndy and Eric on the way out, they both looked in good form. Then I popped to see Penny, but no reply. 

I was feeling a lot less stifled and dispirited as I departed to get out of the apartment for the first time in six or seven days. Obviously, I was little concerned that the waterworks or Dizzy Dennis might cause me problems while I was out and about. But somehow or other, my EQ told me it would be okay? I got down and out, and along Chestnut Walk, I took some pictures of the Courts.

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1mon09WD181.9.9 I then realised I was going the opposite way to that I intended to. So I backtracked, and more realisations dawned on me. Klutz! I had forgotten to take the midday tablets with me. Back up to the flat to collect them. Taking this photo from the 12th-floor list lobby, facing East from the back of the building.

1mon10Back down and out again. It was pleasing to see the Willmott Dixon crew starting work after their two-week holiday break. My neighbour Malcolm was just setting out in his new car.

Over the road and up the steep gravel hill into the Park.

WD181.9.9 I took a photograph of the Tree Copse, looking all sad with the season. But, the picture became another victim of the infamous ‘Inchcock Mystery of Disappearing files from the Sim Card on his camera Syndrome’. Tsk!

Down to Mansfield Road and turned right towards Daybrook and Arnold. I took the photo below of the view that greeted me as I left the park gates. Now, how did this turn into a panoramic shot? I have no idea how I did it, but I’d love to find out so I can do it again when intended!


I plodded on, a few Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists flew by me, but I was to slow, and they were too fast for me to get a shot of them. Grr!

Going through Daybrook, the traffic was getting thick, and I heard the klaxons of emergency vehicles approaching towards Nottingham. Then three paramedic cars a,d three ambulances forced their way through the traffic. I tried to get shots of them, but they were nipping between other vehicles. All I caught was one ambulance in the pictures, all the other medic vehicle hidden behind others as I took my pictures. Humph!

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The feet were really giving me some stick now. Especially the left foot toes? I crossed over the road and called into the B & M store to get some Earth Worm bites for the Mallards. I ended up buying a dirty-great-big-bag of the stuff, cause it was on sale at half-price, and nose unblocker spray. After paying for them, I had a job getting the bag of Earth Worms into the bag.

WD181.9.9 As I left the store car park, I stopped to redo and split the now heavy bag into two. As I was taking out the big bag in a box, it split open! And the pellets spilt out onto the pavement! All £5 worth as it burst open! Oy, oy, oy! On the plus side, this happened right next to a waste bin. Which is where, after a lot of bending, cursing and feeling sorry for myself, is where the pellets ended up, in the container! Humph! What a Klutz!

Now the knees, back and Hernia Harry joined in with the pain from the plates-of-meat, as I limped slowly on to the Arnot Hill Park pond. By the time I got there, I was in a bit of a state… well, in pain. Hehehe!

1mon16WD181.9.9 But things got more confusing. The Mallards would not come to the side of the pond at all? Dozens, possibly hundreds of nasty seagulls attacked any duck or pigeon that approached, and many were circling above?

A few descended, but were not interested in the food? Only one pigeon managed to muster up the nerve to come down, but he had a feast; until the seagulls drew blood in scaring him off?

Confused and disappointed, I left the park and continued on my painful hobble to Arnold. A hundred yards or so further on, another animal or bird anomaly (To me anyway). I came across a tiny either, long-tailed or coal-tit bird on the road kerbside, close to passing traffic. He or she, kindly posed for me to take these photographs. Bootiful!

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1mon18I pressed on to a surprisingly quiet Arnold.

I hobbled on, struggling badly now with the toes and feet. But, it is not surprising really, I have not been out of the flat for seven days, so things should be expected to be unforthcoming and stiffen a little?

I made my way to the Asda store, and had an uncomfortable limp around, spending money on things not needed. Humph! I met Penny in the store, and we had a little natter. I came out with: Kitchen rolls, small potatoes, seasoned sliced potatoes, potato salad, vine tomatoes, a baguette, Limoncello desserts and large tomatoes. But not the milk I had gone for in the first place.

1mon19I paid and hobbled to the bus stop. I thought I might see Penny there but didn’t.

The bags were showing fresh looking fodder on the top of them.

When I got back to the flats, I was surprised but pleased to see Penny getting off of the bus. She had been on it when I got on, but I did not hear her calling me. Tsk!

Penny kindly slowed down to my pace as we walked back to the flats. I appreciated that, bless her. We chatted en route and in the elevator and said our farewells.

The first thing I did when I got in, even before having an SSWW, was to remove my shoes – Ahhh! Blessed relief!

I felt so shattered, but the pain was fast dissolving now the shoes were off. I did the Health Checks etc.

1mon20I decided there was no point in my trying to get anything done other than eat and then sleep. No guilty feeling felt.

I got the salad meal prepared. Baguette sarnies with turkey meat, extra-strong Stilton cheese, red onions, red pepper, gherkins, and chestnuts.

1mon21The Limoncello dessert I decorated with some slices of Sharon fruit (persimmon). Very tasty!

I ate the meal slowly, savouring every mouthful, apart from the red pepper, which I found too hot for me handle! A worthy nosh that I gave an 8.9/10 taste rating.

I took the medications and settled to watch a few episodes of ‘New Tricks’ from the DVD. I did get to see one entire episode. I drifted off as the second started to play… and woke up about six hours later, so got up. New leg markings appear.