Inchcock – Monday 4th February 2019: Fears, worries and a frantic-feast of fundamentally flummoxing clap-trap of thoughts arrived. Humph!

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2019 Feb 04

Written in Support of the Sanity Seeking Subspecies Swarm Ltd, Nottingham

Monday 4th February 2019

Dutch: Maandag 4 Februari 2019

WD 0.0.255c 23:45hrs: I was not in good fettle physically when I woke this morning. Duodenal Donald and a new ailment (pains in the left side of the lower back of the chest), were all giving me grief. Maybe I had been laying in an awkward position? I remained motionless as I awaited the brain to join me in activating. The moment I moved to reposition myself to release some bodily-gas, Back-Pain-Brenda had a go at me too! This was peeving, considering how yesterday, I woke up almost ailment free of pains, Humph!

The maneuvring of my body with its substantial, onerous attached belly from the £300 1968 rickety recliner, was the complete opposite of yesterday, as well. My arising into a semi-perpendicular position can be best described as being done painfully and wearily.

Once up and moving, the right leg gave me some aches, more than pains, around the ankle, heel, and knee. I’ve noticed this in the past few days on and off.

Off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks and medication taking sorted.

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1Mon01WD 0.0.255c The BP seemed a little high again, although it had been a lot higher at times last week. Every time I mention this to the doctor or nurse, she does a check, and it is always within an acceptable range when she does! Ah, well!

I got on the computer, using Excel, to update the graph above.

Off to the wet room to visit the Porcelain Throne. A not too messy, but prodigiously sanguinary affair, crimson red blood from the rear end, that shook and surprised me a bit. No signs of any EIBWBBBs Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, dead or alive. I had a little cogitabund with myself over this situation. Had I beaten them at last? Have they retreated? Do they hibernate? Whichever, I was pleased to see the back of them. Mind you, the tricky things have fooled me before by not appearing for days, then they come back again!

1Mon01aWD 0.0.255c Then I checked out the pins (legs). Now, it is the right leg that is fluid filled more than the left one, as was the situation yesterday morning?

Am I going mad? This surely can’t happen, can it? Have I got it wrong somewhere and misunderstood on Sunday’s checks?

A new scratch mark or long thin papsule above the left knee, was not there last time I looked? Confused is not a strong enough word to describe how I feel now. Hehehe!

I remembered I must get to the dentist today, to pay them the money I owe them, too.

Back on the computer, and updated the Sunday blog. Got it all done by 01:56hrs and posted off to WordPress.

Went on the WP Reader section. Then made a start on the Thought for Today, then tackled creating this post.

The wee-wees were often, but of such little content and painful, I considered if I should take a Furosemide or not, but decided against it, with me going out for a bit of a hobble to get some bread and pay the dentist.

I had to stop and trot (well, hobble) off to the Porcelain Throne again. The evacuation was a complete opposite to the earlier one. Phooey, messy, sticky and no blood this time at all? (Sorry about my choice of words, but they describe the difference so perfectly) Washed the dandies and onto the kitchen to make a brew of tea.

1Mon05aBack to the man room, and I nipped out onto the balcony to take a picture of Chestnut Walk below.

WD 0.0.255c As I opened the unwanted new window in the unsort-after new balcony (Keeping up 100% record of acquiring finger injury every time I used the metals spring clip) the rain caught me out as it showered over me, it was so fine, and with it being dark I did not see it from inside. Hehe! Fool! 

Had some cornflakes for brekkers.

WD 0.0.255c I went to get the ablutions done. Did the teggies and had a shave. Then, I had the nous not to get lathered up (Like I did yesterday) before I tested the water was working on the shower. Turned on the power in the hallway, back in the wet room and pressed the button. Within a few seconds, the lights flashed indicating no water and a reset was needed! So, being an old timer who as a nipperoony was brought up with only a tin bath on the wall in the back yard, that hung on the brickwork of the railway supporting wall, no hot water in the house (but we did get electricity supplied later), I know about Stand-Up washes! Bit of an expert, actually. Hehe! 

1Mon06WD 0.0.255c After drying off, it became evident that I was going to suffer from the fluid-filled legs today. I had a tough time trying to get the socks on. Both pins had now filled to what must be near maximum. I had to use my free hand to help get each of the very-heavy legs up high enough so I could get the hosiery on the feet. After many tries, each one getting the sock a little further on plates, I completed the task, and was almost exhausted!

I departed, dropping two bags down the waste chute on the way out. I met Sturmscharführeress Warden Deans in the lobby and mentioned the shower water problem to her. I was not a popular lad with her. Well, it’s Monday; so she will be up to the neck in it I imagine! She asked when I wou1Mon07ld be back, and said she would have a look at it while I’m out. Bless her cotton socks!

Out into the drizzle, but it wasn’t cold with it at all.

I crossed over Chestnut Walk and ventured up the gravel footpath to the wonderful in summer tree copse.

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1Mon11I turned back to take as hot of the Winwood Heights in all its glory. The grass outside the copse had turned to green again with the rain, I imagine.

I plodded on through the park to Mansfield Road, up the hill and down to the dentist. I apologised for not paying them on my last visit. I know I was not feeling too good that day, with Duodenal Donald if I recall correctly.

WD 0.0.255c As I sorted through the letters in my pocket to find the payment demand from the tooth-fairies, I came across the clinic letter. I did feel a fool; it’s for Wednesday not today. I nearly went as well. Tsk!

I had a meditative moment as I hobbled over the road and down to the Post Office Supermarket. I was not feeling in the best of spirits and feared that things were not going very well. There was a vacuousness, a kind of desertedness, barrenness like sensation that was bugging me, toying around in my mind. Why? I didn’t know. But it was exasperating, testing my sanity almost. My mind was the most uncomfortable, weary it has been for ages?

1Mon07dI bought a sliced loaf of Polish bread, paid for it and out onto Mansfield Road, where the rain was falling again. I opened the umbrella.

The scene with the rain, wet road and vehicle lights was almost beautiful. I walked down to the traffic lights and crossed over and up the Winchester Street hill.

WD 0.0.255c The perception, no, more than that; a real feeling of something about to take place that was going to present a downer or oppression of some sort lingered on, and it annoyed me not knowing anything for sure. I kept telling myself “Fret not, cause there is nowt you can do about it, youth!” But, as anyone who knows me will recognise: I am never happy being happy, cause I assuredly knowing, it ain’t gonna last! Ah, depression? Again, why?

1Mon08WD 0.0.255c As I sauntered up the Winchester hill, I observed as I approached the Muggers Delight Footpath entrance, that the Nottinghamian Street Art with the white shoes from Saturday, had been adorned with some roof slates, a rubber car part and an empty fag packet. The white shoes had been resited, and some woof-woof mess inside one of them had been added.

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WD 0.0.255c A little further up the hill, and I noticed that the pavement had disintegrated near the wooden panelling, I could see through the gaps ten foot or more down into someone’s garden! The tarmac was cracking, too.

WD 0.0.255c Some Nottingham dog owner had failed to remove his or her canine’s dropping as well! Tsk!

Still, yer don’t like to complain does yer. Hehehe! I shan’t be walking along this stretch again!

1Mon09aI got back to the complex and called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin, but Deana was not in, so I poddled on along Chestnut Walk back to the flat to check-out the shower.

1Mon10The new Extra Care Block, to be named Winwood Court, was having some outside plastering done by the workmen.

We get enough misdelivered mail as it is, soon we will have another 44 flats, adding another block to confuse the mailman even more! Humph!

I got inside the apartment and checked out the shower, and it was working.

Got on with updating this morning’s miserable functions on this diary.

I was concerned about the ever-swelling pins and decided to take one Furosemide, hoping it would free-up the wee-wees and lessen the pain in the legs.

I opened a tin of BBQ baked beans, added the cooked mushrooms from the crock-pot, and got the oven warming up for the bacon later.

No more than ten minutes later; Boy, did the Furosemide take effect! The almost constant wee-wees were back to being of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting-like-Wee-wee) style. I got out the Emergency Grey Bucket, and it had a lot of use!

Got the bacon in the oven and checked if anything was on the goggle-box to watch, in between taking wee-wees, of course. Oy Vey! 

I nipped out to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ,  Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed. Lynne was in with some other ladies, and Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and Catwalk Model Deana came in. A busy gal, she was about to go and help out at another NCH complex.

WD 0.0.255c When she told me she found nothing wrong with my shower when investigated this morning, as I did earlier when I got home, she adopted her famous “What a Pillock look” with an added lip-twist that said “The fools going potty!” sipped into the momentarily  verbalisationless conversation, and threw them at me. Of course, she may well be right on both points. There is no doubt I need help of some sort. I asked her if she knew of any cheap ‘Phycromonologists’ I might use. The best part of the whole day that was, as she smiled in response to my silliness and use of the English language. Lovely to be able to bring a smile to anyone under pressure, uptight or worried. It gladdened my metal and plastic heart, it did! Lynne was in good form, eyes twinkling and we managed a little natter. My whole outlook improved.

1Mon16WD 0.0.255c Got back to the flat, and got the nosh served up. I even had to take three wee-wees while eating! Making sure I went and washed my hands, as the meal got colder and colder. Grr!

The blood test is due at 10:00hrs in the morning. I made a note and left it on the computer screen as a reminder for myself.

Put the things in the washing up bowl to soak, and took a normal and zoomed-in shot of the beautiful skyline. By the time I took the second shot, I had needed another LHBLWW.

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WD 0.0.255c When I settle down on the rickety 1968 recliner, the minds machinations began manoeuvring around the various intrigues, ploys, stratagems and doojiggers that had suddenly decided to permeate into the grey-cells. The fears, worries and a frantic feast of fundamentally flummoxing clap-trap of cerebrations that had no relative value or interest to me? Most of the thoughts were again, repudious. Gawd knows how long they tormented me. Luckily, I had to remove my stomach bearing torso and double-their-weight fluid containing legs from the £300 second-hand recliner and make a dash for the Emergency Grey Bucket for an LHBLWW. This freed my head of the persistent ponderations. But started me musing over why the sole of the left foot is such agony to walk on, every time I have been sat down for more than a couple minutes, but the pain eases after a short while, then if I’m taking on a long hobble, it returns again.

If I don’t wake up (If I ever get to sleep that is of course) later, at least there will be a hope of some peace for my harrassed and partly uncontrollable cell-cells. Hehe!

12 thoughts on “Inchcock – Monday 4th February 2019: Fears, worries and a frantic-feast of fundamentally flummoxing clap-trap of thoughts arrived. Humph!

  1. I think you fluid retention is playing hopscotch with you body. You got a lot of nice photos for a mini hobble around the block. Three wees during dinner would disrupt the enjoyment factor.

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    • Cheers, Tim.
      Not so good today (Thurs).
      Concentration has gone, weariness has come, and the kidney area pains are persistent! Hehehe!
      Hope things are alright your end, Sir.
      Cheers.

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    • Thanks. My thoughts too, Doug.
      Pains around the right lower side of stomach and back, I reckon might be due to such problems. The Furesomide side-effect listing (reading it was a bit like War & Peace), had kidney problems high on the risk factor. Doctor on holiday, but they booked me in for eight days time when she returns to see her.
      Luck is something I know little of… well, apart from bad luck, I’m an expert on that! Hahaha!
      TTFN.

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      • Cheers, Doug.
        The one thing I don’t have, mate, time. Getting anything done is hard work with me fading so much earlier everyday nowadays.
        Just had the appointment changed again by the surgery via email this morning. I can’t win! The memory blanks and dizzies are with me again as well.
        Not my usual chirpy old clot now. Hehehe!
        TTFN. Ta!

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      • Take things slowly, Gerry! That memory loss and other symptoms can be kidney function loss related. I got to the place (before I was whisked off in an ambulance, thence to a hospital four and a half hours away) where I had so little vitality that I’d take a step,m then have to pause for a minute or so to catch my breath! If you get to that stage, you are well past the stage where you need to treat your situation as an emergency!

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      • Thanks for heads up, Doug. Definitely getting tired quicker, sooner every day.
        This morning, I was told by the Warden, that I fell asleep in the Social Meeting yesterday! Blowed, if I can remember it.
        If I last out until next Thursday, which is the soonest I can get to see my Doctor (her first day back after a holiday), I shall impress my worries on her.
        Cheers mate!
        TTFN

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      • I always put doctor’s appointments off. “I’ll make the appointment, then all will be well the day I go in. I’ll look stupid!” So I put it off till the ambulance has to carry me away!

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