Inchcock Today – Sun 17 Mar 2019: A few habrobaniacal moments, today

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Sunday 17th March 2019

Finnish: Sunnuntai 17. maaliskuuta 2019

00:00hrs. This mornings expergefactor’s were a dream I’d been having, and the assumed need to use the Porcelain Throne. Here’s how it went;

  1. I woke, still worried that I could not get the mobile phone, that was shaped like a battery charger to work. A young motorcyclist had come off of his bike, on a dark, lonely city side-street. I wanted to call for help because he had fallen down a lidless man-hole, bike and all! (in the nightmare) That’s all I can recall, but I think the frustration of the dream might have continued into my reality for a moment or two.
  2. As my uhtceare about the dream faded, a rather violent rumbling and grumbling from the innards, convinced me to escape the £300 second-hand recliner with all haste and get to the wet room. (Knocked my leg ulcer against the corner of the ottoman, in doing so, Humph!)
  3. I hurriedly settled on the seat, expecting instant movement; but all that came was wind and a foetid, unfit for human sniffing at pong! I’d left the old camera in the wet room, so I took a shot of the pins (legs) to see what sort of state they were in now. Back into the second-hand £300 recliner. Zzzz!
  4. 00:40hrs, I stirred again, even more, convinced that the Throne was needed more than ever. I got out of the ci1968 rickety recliner with ease and shuffled to the wet room. The ‘aroma’ of the previous visit greeted me, and as once again the wind and scent escaped, but nothing of a solid nature was moved! Disappointed a tad, I cleaned up and went to make a mug of tea. Took another shot of the pins… mainly because I’d forgotten that I took one earlier. Tsk! Got my head down again.
  5. 01:35hrs, I awakened again, with the exact same sensations regarding the urgency of the call to the Porcelain Throne. I escaped the clutches of the £300 second-hand, ci1968 rusty, rickety recliner with little bother. No false alarm this time. The innards decided they would give me the longest and biggest evacuation in donkeys-years! Not a messy one, but the haemorrhoids were bleeding profusely with it. Tsk! The pins looked to have gained some red patches since the last picture I took. The retained fluid seems to have gone down well, mind. The darned knees were still as stiff and painful to bend as ever.

02:05hrs. I decided to give up on getting any more sleep and got the Health Checks sorted out.

A lot of change in this morning’s results. Just like with the legs from one day to the next. Hehehe!

I was washing (well, drying) the new China mug, and it slipped out of my hands. But somehow I was quick enough to catch it before it hit the floor. Smug-Mode-Adopted! Then, I needed my first solo wee-wee of the day. It was a UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee. [As were all following ones]) Despite my taking a Furosemide yesterday as well. With the legs looking less swollen, I decided not to take any more of the loop diuretic tablets. Although of course, they are not only for fluid retention, they also treat the high blood pressure (hypertension), in conjunction with the Ramipril. (I just looked this up on Google!) So, I’m not sure if I made the right choice or not. Nothing new here!

I made a start on this blog before I forgot all that had occurred. Then went on to updating the Saturday post. Got it finished and sent off.

Made another brew and tool this picture from the unwanted light & view blocking, impossible to get to, to clean new windows. Those partly hidden clouds were sending down some drizzle.

05:30hrs now, and still no more wee-wees? I put a couple of photographs on Pinterest, then went on the WordPress reader. Again, there was some interesting stuff on there.

I put some photos on the Facebook Albums and visited the TFZer site.

Guess what, Humph!

Did the early Health Checks while I killed-time. while Mr Fries internet was down.

When it came back on, I made a ‘Thoughts’ graphic or two.

Got the chips on the oven, I’ll add the sausages later so they should both be cooked at the same time. 

Got the plate served up, got comfy in the £300 second-hand recliner and started to imbibe the meal.

The phone light flashed. Doesn’t surprise me, I’ll be on the throne, on top of the stepladder, eating, medicationalising,  or just about to go out of the door, when this happens.

T’was Sister Jane for a natter. Which I enjoyed as the dinner got colder and colder.

I put it down to Jane’s techno-wizard hubby, Pete. And his installing covert CCTV cameras all over the apartment last time he called, so they can pick the most inconvenient, bothersome, awkward times to ring me. A Cunning Planner, he is! Only joking, Hehehe! I think my telling them about my ‘Will’ might have been a mistake as well. Haha!

I got back down and finished the algid meal. But it didn’t matter much, the audio-chinwagging to someone was more important to me.

I realised how few wee-wees I’d had today.

I put down the tray, to watch ‘My Cat from Hell’. I didn’t get as far as the first commercial break before I’d drifted off… Zzzz!

By Inchie

73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!

10 comments

  1. Timothy Price – I specialize in daily art, documentary and promotional photography. If you have a special event such as a musical production, play, concert, etc. or have a product or fashion that you need photographed, or you are a performer, musician and artist in need of promotional photos please email me or call.
    Timothy Price says:

    Your legs do look a wee wee bit better. Dinner looks good. Too bad it got cold.

    Reply
    1. Inchie – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock says:

      I’m glad I can get out today and see a real person to natter with, Tim.
      The mutating legs are a devil of concern – now I want the blotches, papsule, mangled knees and the ulcer to show at the clinic on Thursday – they start to disappear, Humph!
      Life can be very irritating. Hehehe!
      TTFNski thanks.

      Reply
  2. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
    weggieboy says:

    Your doctor(s) surely could use your blog diary to see what is happening with your legs. It would be alarming to me, too, if these things were happening to me. For that matter (and perhaps that is the intent of this blog), all of your ills are well-documented here, something most of us don’t do but should when it comes of medical issues.

    Reply
    1. Inchie – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock says:

      They seem to be calming down now Doug (the legs), but the feet are sufferings now. Hehehe!
      I wonder if my posting these things is a hidden cry for someone in the medical world to care or at least take an interest? Too many patients and too few medics.
      Ah-well, TTFNski mate.

      Reply
      1. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
        weggieboy says:

        My left foot is always swollen to some extent. Dialysis helps bring it down.I was on Furosimide for a time over a decade qgo, but it didn’t do a great job of controlling edema.

      2. Inchie – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
        Inchcock says:

        Furesomide is one medication I do not take with any hopes, either Doug. The results are so variable and seem ever different each day when I’m taking it. I reckon the ever-changing pins are down to this medication?
        Cheers, mate. Ta.

      3. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
        weggieboy says:

        Exactly. I was glad to be off it since it seemed not to do what it was supposed to do. (Now I get a swollen left foot because of the kidney business. Fat foot going in to dialysis; flat foot coming out! It’s funny except for what causes it!)

      4. Inchie – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
        Inchcock says:

        I can see what you mean, Doug, good job we can laugh a bit at things innit?
        I’m back on it again this morning (Frid), the fluid build up had got bad, and the power-wee-wees have returned.
        Tsk! Haha!

      5. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
        weggieboy says:

        The older we got in my family, the more we revelled in having a good bowel movement. It was, unfortunately, table talk at breakfast! LOL! Yes, seeing the humor in things is a big help when dealing with the vicissitudes of life.

      6. Inchie – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
        Inchcock says:

        No doubt about it mate, we might as well and I think we do a decent job of it – seeing the humour of life? The Götterdämmerung will come if we laugh or not, so let’s keep up merry-views as long as we can, I say. Hehehe!

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