Inchcock -Wed 16 Jan 2019: Deep insights today. A fair share of Woes, errors and pains; but some pleasant natters enjoyed!

Wednesday 16th January 2019

Irish: Dé Céadaoin 16 Eanáir 2019

23:25hrs: After an amazingly, as far as I can recall, dreamless, uninterrupted long sleep, I woke feeling good (Honestly!)

But the brain activated and linked with the body, and the panicking began! The fears, worries, apprehensiveness, and forebodings filled the fretful mind. I felt the blood from Little Inchies Fungal lesion, and Duodenal Donald kicked off with his stabbing pains. Well, this put paid to the feeling well! Haha!

Next, I involuntarily passed wind, so I had to remove my overly-gross body from the £300 second-hand recliner, to get to the Porcelain Throne as expeditiously as I could manage.

The pain from the bruise at the top of the leg joined Duodenal Donald and Little Inchy as chief pain-suppliers, as I limped to the wet room.

The evacuation was one of the messiest ever, almost fluid and it took ages to clear. Cleaning things up after the motion, and the wee-wee’s started… A new type today. Not: SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) – LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) or an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee), oh no! This time I had the first of so many LWPPWWs (Long Weak Powerless Painfull Wee-wees) All of the dozens of wee-wees I had today were of this mode. Some took that long, I read a bit of the book while I waited. Tsk! To make things worse, the treating and stopping of the lesions bleeding were most uncomfortable! And, the mystery bruise on the leg top stayed bothersome every time I walked on it. Oy Yey!

Please assume that from here on in, the LWPPWWs were suffered throughout the day. But they seemed to get far less as the evening arrived. (Phew!)

Eventually, I got the Health Checks done.

Apart from the weight, I thought things looked fine.

I took the medications. Made a brew of tea, an LWPPWW, and got the computer on. The NHS had sent me a multi-a4 paged questionnaire to fill in a week or so ago, and I hadn’t got around to it. Yesterday they sent me a reminder. I found it could be done on the internet, so thought I’d better get it sorted.

It took a while, but at least its completed now.

Thus, I have got one less thing to tease the guilty tormented brain with.

The tea had gone cold of course, so I made another small mug. Then had another LWPPWW. By the time it had finished, this mug of brew had almost gone cold too! Haha!

I took this photo from the unwanted new light and view-blocking windows that need more cleaning and cannot be reached to do so. I was lucky to catch the moon, as it was showing through a little hole in the clouds. 

I used this as a backdrop for my morning thoughts graphic that I made up next on Coreldraw.

Back to the Porcelain Throne. Again messy and semi-liquified in nature. This time, it took so long to evacuate, despite the fluidity, this puzzled me a bit. 

Still, I got a few pages of the book read.

I just had a thought… (No don’t laugh, Hehehe!) If the Fire Alarm goes off today (Not that I can hear it without the hearing aids in, Tsk!), it’ll be handy. Cause the chances will be I’ll be in the middle of an LWPPWW when it activates, and this could come in handy on my way out if I come across any fires? Hahaha! 

I checked the leg situation while in the wet room.

New papsules, spider veins far less in number (I wonder where they go?), Fluid a lot less I think. New and old bruises and pot-marks.

How come the hairs that disappeared when I started on the Furesomide have returned so quickly, but only on the top half of the legs?

The worst thing is that mystery bruise on the inside of the left leg that I thought might be an abscess. But Dr Vindla tells me it is only a bruise. How come such intense pain comes from it, but only when I’m walking? None of the many other bruises are giving me any grief?

Oh, dearie me! Duodenal Donald has gone up a gear pain-wise now. Now I remember I forgot to ask the Dr yesterday if I could have some more effective medications to counter the pains. I’ll take an extra Omeprazole 40mg capsule. These are for my gastroesophageal Roger Reflux disease and sticking valve as well as the ulcer. But I’m sure it will do no harm in my taking an extra one.

I got on with creating this days post. 

I just got an email from the surgery. Next Tuesdays appointment for the blood test is for 11:00hrs. Crap! Late for me, that is, but still, Hey-Ho! On a downer now!

I started to update the Tuesday blog – It was a long slog – Then off again to the bog!

Went on the WP comments.

Dizzy Dennis just paid a visit, and now I feel as if everything requiring thought or logic is beyond me. Confused and nervous, sad innit! I think it might be some flashing photos I looked at on Facebook, they can bring on the dizzies and attacks sometimes.

I’m struggling here. Get a grip man!

I think I’ll take a break here and have a good cuppa, quietly.

Oh, I’d better not yet, I’ve got to go and see Lynne, cause I’ve already forgot what needs doing for the plasters and electricians coming tomorrow. Dare not ask someone, in case they arrive early.

Failing fast here. Better get the ablutions done in case I collapse, don’t want my dirty socks on in the ambulance. Heheh! Get the scrubbing up done and then go to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents hut.

Be back later, I hope. I took this picture from the unwanted kitchen window.

Change of plans again! A man called at the door, he needs to drill holes through the outer wall, so the men tomorrow can get their cable through. I got the ablutions tended to while he made the hole. The sink actually shook, and the shaving water rippled, while he was drilling! Hehe!

I felt a bit better after the ablutions were done.

Got some black bags made up to take to the waste chute on the way out. But forgot to take them with me! Klutz!

I check things to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. But still went out without the mobile phone! Tsk!

Then I made way gingerly through the obstacle course on my way to the lift.

However I did see Nora in the lobby, and we had a little natter and a laugh, which I think we both enjoyed muchly.

Down in the elevator, and out into the light drizzle that greeted me.

I waddled along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult exchange and distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin.

No residents in the room. So, no Lynne. But, Riechsführeress and Ballet dancer Warden Julie was in her room. I explained about my not recalling about things needed for me to do in preparation of the Thursday visit. I said: I think I need to move everything out of the hallway, and all the stuff to the far wall in the spare room. Could she ask Lynne, if she sees her if this is right? If not could she let me know, please? I can’t tell you her answer of course, as I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. But she said she would if she sees her. I thanked her and being as I was feeling a bit better still, I set out for a hobble up the hill to the Aldi store.

It was a heck of a grind my getting up that hill. I had to keep stopping to rest to let the feet ease, and then to catch my breath a few times.

Still, it gave me a chance to take this photograph of the road junction on Winchester Street. 

As I limped along Mapperley Top, I noticed that the old cinema was now being used as a Haunted Museum and Cafe. Later I had a look on the web to see what this was all about. Here’s the link for more details.

Details of the Haunted Museum (Link).

My visit to the Aldi Store, and was indeed one with a difference. 1) I was almost knock-over by someone trying to reach in front of me to get some bread. All I got was a ‘Tut’ from the young man. 2) I got a trolley run into me clouting my ankle. And the lady and her three children just carried talking between themselves and wandered off! 3) A member of staff shelve-filling at a frenzied pace in the freezer hit my shoulder with his elbow – I don’t think he even knew he’s done it, no response from him. 4) The cashier was patient with me as I packed my by bags as fast as I could. No sneers or deriding looks from her.

Four Firsts there, for sure!

I paid and came out with some nibbles for the Social Box, German baked smoked sliced ham. Mini-potatoes. Jelly babies. Streaky smoked bacon. Vine tomatoes. Passata. Pots of porridge, and some sourdough baguettes. And started my hobble back down the way I came up. The feet were bad, and Duodenal Donald had started his bother again, but no signs of Dizzy Dennis or needing any SSWWs! So, I was content enough now. Even with the threatening weather.

I spotted some Nottinghamian Street Art as I passed the bus shelter.

The sky brightened up momentarily as I approached the top of Mapperley Rise to go down to the flats.

I thought the sky looked remarkably beautiful with the sun trying to get through to the left gave it the final touch, don’t you think?

As I turned down the Rise, I could see the rain at the bottom of the hill – just where I was on my way down to. Hehehe!

I made sure the brolly was at the bottom of the bag, just in case.

With pained feet, I pressed on.

No stopping on the way down! As I walked along Chestnut Walk, I took a series of pictures.

As I got within a hundred yards of home, the rain came down heavily, but not for long. I barely got wet.

In the lobby was sat May. I sat next to her, and we had a good chinwag and laugh for a few minutes. She saw the sourdough baguettes and her face lit up – so I insisted on her having one. Bless her cotton socks. 

We said our farewells and I was off up to flat.

Another sudden change in my situation: An almighty visit from Dizzy Dennis! Oy vey!

I sat down for a few minutes, then got the oven warming up and put the fodder away.

Got the nosh served up, but I was not interested in eating really, so left a fair bit of it.

The bruise on the leg started hurting, and another visit from Dizzy Dennis convinced me to just sit down and pray for sleep to come. 

I woke and made the nosh. Buttered baguette with turkey and tomatoes.

Washed the pots and took this photograph from the unwanted light and view-blocking new windows in the kitchen.

The rain had turned to drizzle as it petered out.

Bit of a blank-spot here. I must have had a bad dizzy or something, cause I can’t recall anything from here until I woke up in the morning.

Hey-ho!