Inchcock Today: Tues 2 Apr 2019: Mystery object found, Warfarin Blood test, got wet in the rain, Internet problems and fell asleep so easily!

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Tuesday 2nd April 2019

Irish: Dé Máirt 2 Aibreán 2019

23:55hrs. Woke and remembering straight away about the doctor’s appointment at… wait for it… 0715hrs this morning! (The note I’d scribbled and left on the computer screen to remind me helped! Hehe!)

I scrambled out of the £300 second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner, in need of the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket. A new brand of wee-wee this morning. ESBOWW (Extremely-Short-Blast-Of-Wee-Wee) one.

2Tue01Got the Health Checks done, again the sphygmomanometer operated first try. Glad to see that the Pulse had gone down at last.

I imbibed the medications, and as I was putting the kettle on, the regular summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. On my way to the wet room, it dawned on me how easily I had got out of there liner and walked about? Never the same any two 2Tue02consecutive mornings.

The evacuation went well and was not too messy. Some more blood from the rear end, but far less than yesterday. I’ve put this on the pad to tell the nurse about later.

Checking out the pins (legs) I was well-pleased with how they looked, approaching normal almost? I thought that maybe yesterday’s hobble had helped in this at first. But, the history of these pins has always been so changeable. So I’m not sure.

Cleaned up and finished making the tea, and on the computer to try an catch up as fast as I can, or I may end up being late for the Warfarin blood test? These plans were not helped by Mr Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet when it went down… Again! Swine!

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I pressed on when it returned and got the Monday post finished. I needed three ESBOWWs while doing the update. (I hope things don’t catch me out on the walk to the surgery!)

2Tue04I made another mug of tea, and that annoying noise was around again. More of a tap-tapping noise but distant.

I had a look and listened outside, but heard and saw no possible cause of it.

Yesterday I mentioned this to some tenants, and two of them said they can hear them, too!

I’ll have to get the ablutions started soon.

2Tue03wd 0.0.255b As I was putting back some things I’d washed up, another mystery presented itself!

I found this plastic whatever it is on the window ledge? I honestly can’t remember seeing it before, and have not the foggiest idea what it is?

Lifes sleight-of-hand, chicanery, trickery, skulduggery, dissimulation, Accifauxpas, nasty surprises, Whoopsiedangleplops, unfathomability and mystery seems to cling to me nowadays! Just something I’ve noticed. Hehe!

05:20hrs, I got on with the ablutions. A stand-up style of course, too early to use the noisy shower yet, I’m afraid. I was a smidge surprised, that when I managed to cut myself under the chin in several places with the razor, no sooner had a washed the blood off and splashed some of the ‘Brute’ aftershave on it and winced a bit – they all stopped leaking, almost instantly? Yet another example of 72, Woodthorpe Court mysteriousness to ponder over! I’m glad that the previous tenant, Mary, got out before the aliens, ghosts, Bol Weevils, spirits, and Cursed Bad Luck dawned on the apartment. Come think of it though, it was probably me they wanted to punish, not the flat. Hehe!

Got the Anticoagulation Deep Vein Thrombosis card filled in and put it in the jacket pocket. Nibbles for the staff in the bag, and set off out to walk to the Sherrington Park.

As I ambled along Chestnut Grove in the semi-light, the sky was again blue. I took two shots on the way. The first one being of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, with its number 72 flat being afflicted, plagued, tormented, hoodooed by cunning ghostly aliens. Presumably having arrived from somewhere between the Twilight Zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the spacetime continuum, issuing forth illusion, delusion, & hallucinations, on a daily basis! I know this, those lucky ones that are unaffected will not comprehend my misfortune! Oh, I drifted off the plot there for a moment, sorry! The second picture has the nearly finished Extra Care Winwood Court and the Winchester Court displayed.

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A few spots of rain in the air, but it was not cold at all out there. I walked along, feeling a lot better than I have for a long time.

2Tue08Not many folks about yet, well not on foot, a bit traffic though.

The mind went on one of its deep meandering sessions as I walk on without any bother down Winchester Street onto  Mansfield Road, turned left and before I knew it, I’d gone up the hill and down finding myself in Carrington. I’d timed it to perfection. Got in an logged on at reception, and found myself telling the receptionist all about my recent problems. Well, it gave her a laugh if nowt else.

Nurse Nichole came out to collect me. I told her about the problems too. I mentioned the lotions that Tim Price told me about, she said for me to tell the Doctor before I bought any to make sure they would not clash with all the other medications I am on. She took the blood and went through the DVT card with me. She also explained, that the diabetic socks, when I get them, should be replaced every six weeks, I have to request replacements. I informed her of my problem in getting them washed every day, Nichole 2Tue09told me to wear them for two days. We managed a smile and laugh, I thanked her, handed over some nibbles, and departed, noticing through her window, that the rain was now a bit havier outside.

When I got out, the umbrella was utilised.

wd 0.0.255b The walk back into Sherwood was not so pleasant. The feet started 2Tue10to sting a bit and Back Pain Brenda kicked off. Hey-ho!

As I git back into Carrington, I thought I’d get some bread from the Continental Store. Their sourdough sliced bread is good and tasty. I should have gone up the hill to the Post Office shop and got some my favourite large sliced Polish Sourdough, but the rain put me off the 2Tue10aextra walking to get there. I bought some bits, including a beef tomato to have with the sarnies later.

I plodded dwon to Winchester Street, aware that the walk up the hill, was going to take alot more effort and pain that the walk down it earlier.

2Tue11The rain was much lighter now.

A lorry was parked on the corner of a side street, and the motorists were getting a little annoyed at it, indeed

As I took the last of the photographs of the scenario, somehow or other the Volvo managed not to hit the grey car pulling out blind into the traffic. If they had clouted each other, I could have sent the picture to the Nottingham Post and been famous? Haha!

2Tue12bMaking my way slowly up the hill, I came across a piece of Nottinghamian Street Art in the gutter. Tsk!

Further up the incline, I came across a bit of Nottingham Nature. Natural, from wild flowers and weeds in the hedging near the fencing.

2Tue12cSomething about this warmed my heart. No idea what it was called or anything about it, I just had to admire how the plants force their way through.

I was struggling a bit now with the feet and back. I was so glad I had not gone to the top shop now.

2Tue12dAt the 40 bus stop on Winchester Street Hill, I cmae across some more Nottinghamian Street Art in the shelter. I suppose that this spot is vandalised so much because there are no CCTV cameras nearby, at it is a relatively unsused spot without any local population about?

The last leg up to the flats took a lot of effort to 2Tue12eget to. After the terrain got flatter, I felt easier, and walked along Chestnut Way, stopping at Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana’s window, where she was working and exchanged a few words and cheered each other up methinks. 

As I plodded on, the rain lightened even 2Tue12ffurther, but the lads were still working in it.

I reckon they were in ‘Let’s watch the Tarmac cool down’ mode. Hahaha!

I had take few minute respite at this stage, as the Kidney Kevin’s aching began to give me some grief. No idea why, its not usually so sudden in coming on. Still, all was well and al lot easier shortly. I moved on and got in the flat.  I dropped the bag and hastened straight to the wet room. Ah, that might be thereason for Kevin Kidney’s intervention!

2Tue12gI put the bread and bits away, got the kettle on, and thought I heard some shouting from outide. I went on the balcony and cut my hand trying to open the spring cli to have a nosey.

I didn’t owt that could been the cause for the shouting.

Made the brew and got on the computer to update this post.

2Tue15After an hour or two, I thought about some food intake.

I ate it all up. A flavour rating of 8/10 given.

I took the medications, and put a Doctor Who DVD on the box.

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Inchcock Today – Mon 1st April 2019: Out and about, photographing, chinwagging – Great Day!

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2019 April 01

Monday 1st April 2019

Italian: Lunedì 1 Aprile 2019

01:25hrs. I woke, reluctantly, and resisted any encouragement of movement or brain activity as long as I could. The main expergefactor was the need for a wee-wee; that forced me to move my oleogustus body out of the £300 second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner and the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). A rather pathetic UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickle-Wee-Wee) followed. After making an effort to get to this bucket, this was most disappointing! Hehe!

I was well drained and still tired, as I responded to my stubbing my toe on the way to the kitchen, with a few silently mouthed well-chosen unchristian-like words.

1Mon01aGot the Health Checks sorted out first thing.

The hemadynamometer operated at the first try. Sys is still low, and the only thing that concerned me a tad was the pulse: Like yesterday, it was showing 103? I’ll look this up I think, hang on, please… Oh, seems to be okay according to what I could find out on Google, high-end but alright. Then why was it for two days earlier on 69? All the ailments must affect it in some way? Tsk! Made a brew and got the computer going to update the sad Sunday post.

1Mon02WD 51.0.0 The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived and diverted my attention, off to the wet room and the Throne. The evacuation was easier than of late, but still messy and a lot of deep-rich-red-blood came from within. It didn’t appear to be from Harold’s Haemorrhoids this time, well, not the external ones anyway. No pains or aches from the rear-end area were there?

WD 51.0.0 I checked the pins out when I put on some fresh PPs. The knees seemed okay. I can see still a face in the knee on the right. Can you see it?

But the shins and ankles were not very good.

Around the ankles were getting to look a bit overactive with the blood papsules, blotches, spots, and swelling, spoiling my youthful appearance. Hehehe! The left foot and lower leg was still more fluid-filled or swollen than the right one again, but, the bent toe seems to have righted itself somehow or other?

I’ll be glad when the socks and glide arrive. It’s only been about three weeks though since they ordered them for me. So I mustn’t complain. I was surprised initially that they didn’t prescribe some cream of some sort. But, of course, after the nurses told me that with the nerve-end problem, there is nothing, no treatment that will help, I accepted things how they are. At least they have tried to make things easier for me to change the socks, well, of course, I haven’t got the equipment or unique specialist thin, comfortable hosiery yet, to find out if it will work or not. I’ll be miffed if I snuff-it before it arrives! Hahaha!

As I finished off, I needed another wee-wee. Definitely an upgraded status one this time, an SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like-Wee-wee) style one.

Back on the computer and got the Sunday blog updated and sent off.

Around 04:00hrs, I heard some odd noises again coming from I know not where, I thought they were from somewhere well above me at first, but at times they seemed to be coming from elsewhere. Very peculiar. Hard to define what was making the sounds. Moving furniture perhaps, with the odd rattling sound in between? I rather hope its not the concrete crumbling, Hehe!

1Mon06Then it sounded like it was at the front of the building? I looked out of the unwanted, light & view blocking kitchen window and tried to have a look to see if I could find the cause.

Of course, looking straight down from the unwanted new windows to see anything, over the dirty great window ledges, fitted, would mean using the step ladders, I was not prepared to use them at the moment, I’ve tumbled off of them a few too many times. Did I imagine this noise or what? Am I going potty?  No, I just this second heard a dull thud sound, followed by a whooshing noise, then nothing? Ah, it’ll be the Aliens sending in reinforcements or a replacement army of Weevils, perhaps? Hahaha!

Had another wee-wee, still an SPSHPLWW version, and finally, I made a start on this post.

Another SPSHPLWW, then another Porcelain Throne visit. Messy, but no bleeding this time.

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As I went off to get the ablutions done, the lower legs felt just like there had worms wriggling about inside! The scrubbing-up went well, got the attire adorned, and dropped some black bags in the chute on the way out, and a recycling bag at the caretaker’s door.

Hobbled along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

The aroma of burnt toast greeted me, much to the amusement of all the tenants in there. We all agreed, it made us feel hungry! Hehehe! Several mini-chinwags, mostly of a complaining and moaning mode.

1Mon07As I departed to join the others at the bus stop, I couldn’t help but think that the assembled ‘huddle of residents’ that might have been holding a prayer meeting? Hehehe! Either that or they were brewing up some dastardly plan. But most likely they were examing and criticising Roy’s new deadly to the ankle and knees of others, four-wheeled shopping trolly. Haha!

I had a nice nattering and stirring things-up session, en route to town on the bus with Mary and Kath. Off the bus, farewelled to the gals, and went into the Wilko store. Where I spent too much on things, I did not really need and came out with: Wilko Liquid Soapflakes (Needed). I couldn’t find any Magnesium tablets. And several bags of sweets. Guilt Mode Adopted! Tsk!

1Mon07aNext, I called in the Poundland Shop. This visit ensured the shopping bag was well-filled when I left. Guilt Mode moved to Defcon Three!

Chocolate nougat, jelly buttons, liquorice comfits, Mini-pork pies, chocolate peanuts, Strawberry trifle pots, egg & bacon ready-made sarnies… there was no limit to my greed and shame! As I left the store, I could hear some absolutely horrendous wailing of someone singing and trying to play the guitar, seemed they were using a microphone that distorted the chronic singing voice, not that it mattered, but it was just too loud!

1Mon07cAs I walked along Upper Parliament Street, at the traffic light junction with Milton Street, I was alarmed at seeing people crossing the road against the red don’t walk lights.

Particularly the woman with the red hair and dress, shoving her baby nonchalantly across, and the chap on sticks (who would have difficulty avoiding any car coming at him). But this is always happening on these and other crossings. The three deaths and nineteen injury accidents suffered there in 2018, did not seem to bother them at all.

I came across the source of the terrible wailing as I turned into Clumber Street. I took a photo of the guilty earsplitting, bedizened, perpetrator, a street performer who looked like a cross between Worsel Gummage and the Wurzel bloke with a beard! I put this picture more prominent, so it would show the real highlight: The young girl, fresh from Primark shopping with her bag, and that absolutely fantastic expression on her face as she looked with amazement at the weird and in disguise for some reason, imitation street musician. Priceless!

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1Mon08I limped through to the end of Clumber Street and took a shot with a difference on the corner, (showing the street sign of Clumber Street) and the back of the Council House.

I had a walk through the Exchange shopping arcade inside. Sparse of customers it was as well!

1Mon18Where I found one of the many empty units had been reoccupied, as a Barbers Shop. I looked for any signs of a price list, but couldn’t see any. Be it is costly – if you have to ask the price, you can’t afford it! Hehe!

I stopped on Long Row, to watch the police struggling to remove a shoplifter from a nearby store. She just didn’t want to get into the car! I decided against taking any pictures.

1Mon08aI wandered into the slab square. Where I did a spot of memory-recalling, of what it used to look like, and some of the things I got up to back then and the people I did it with. It didn’t do my confidence any good, though.

So I turned my attention to taking some 1Mon11photographicalisation.

I went to Long Row and positioned myself to take a closer shot, and some pigeons caught my limited attention.

Then the mind went off on a tangent again. How do these birds survive? It is not allowed to feed them. So, how do they live on the crumbs dropped by the take-away-food drunks? Mind you, there are plenty about.

I then pondered on the Brexit farce for a while. But that soon gave me a headache with the frustrations.

1Mon09I took a picture of Long Row. And that set off the memory-recalling again. Sad innit?

Griffin & Spalding, now replaced with a Debenhams that is on the verge of closing down. The Arnold buses, the number 40 and 41 trolleybuses that used to have stops along Long Row. The Lyons Corner Cafe, the Alleyway with the record shop, the time I had pigeon poo dropped on both shoulders within second of each splat… on my new Teddy Boy coat as well! Eventually, I pulled myself away from the pointless, often painful 1Mon12reminiscing.

As I made my way up Queen Street to get to the bus stop and home, a rare, almost strange sight was beheld. Two imitation police officers out and about! I should think that between them they might have weighed about 12 stone. But size isn’t everything… as many a gal has told me over the years! Hehe!

I met with Kath, and we limped up together to the stop. Nattering as we do, you know. Mary got on at the first stop, and chinwagging flowed en route back to the flats.

1Mon14On Chestnut (Don’t-get-knocked-over) Way, I took this shot of Mary and Kath, before Kath nipped over the road to her flat in Winchester Court, as we said our farewells.

Mary had bought herself a new four-wheeled ankle and shin destroying shopping trolley. Exactly like the one that Roy had bought.

1Mon15It looked like the Winwood Court was getting close to completion now. It will be very lonely and quiete when they finish. Mind you, we will still have the Fire Alarm Sprinklers and new communications to be installed.

As Mary and I walked along to Woodthorpe Court, the tarmac was being put on near what 1Mon16will eventually be the bus turnaround island.

We eventually got to our block of flats, and I got out of the elevator, wishing Mary all the best, as she went up to her 15th floor flat. She will be moving soon, to an apartment in the Sneinton Dale complex.

1Mon17In the flat, the usual fatigue overcame me.

I took the medications, noon and evening.

I was not up to doing any updating of this diary. I got the nosh prepared, an easy task. Ready-made egg sarnies (Very nice!), potato hash balls, Sicilian tomatoes, Marmite cheese buttons and a couple of mini-pork pies, and consumed it all! Followed by a strawberry trifle.

No opportunity to do anything else, too tired. I put on the Doctor Who DVD and was soon in the land of Nod. Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Sun 31 Mar 2019: Much computerisational graphicalisationing done. Too much, it drained me

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2019 Mar 31

Sunday 31st March 2019

Russian: Воскресенье 31 марта 2019

0100hrs: WD128.0.0 I stirred with my mind full of memories from the ridiculous dream I’d been having. As I reached for the pen and pad from the Ottoman to write down details before they shot off into the ether, the right foot slipped from the stool Ottoman, and I clouted the back of my right heel and hit my ankle on the corner, on the way down! This surprised me somewhat as I knew that I’d left the magnificently aged ci1968, second-hand, rickety recline in the up position wit7Sun03h the leg support raised outward, as I always do when settling down in search of some sleep. How it got lowered, I was not sure, but I do not recall lowering it.

The first thing I did was to take a look at the poor old foot. Well, it almost looked like the limb was trying to transmogrify into a copy of Sister Jane’s foot?

By then, of course, all recollections of the dream had been long gone and evanesced into the mesosphere of the space-time continuum, perhaps? They had undoubtedly departed from my eensy-weensy, nanoscopic-sized brain-box storage area! So annoying this was. Humph!

I vacated the recliner without too much hassle and lunged at the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) Yesterday’s day-long DTAADs (Dribble-tinkle-and-all-done) style wee-wees, were now UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickle) Wee-wees.

The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived while I was still trying to encourage the unresponsive bladder to permit the UWTWW to start! Off to the wet room.

7Sun02WD128.0.0 The evacuation was a really messy one, requiring an exorbitantly long time in cleaning up afterwards. I checked the pins out – Blimey! The lower part of the legs which suffer the Axonotmesis problem, seemed to have erupted, well the skin had, with all sorts of mini-blotches, blood papsules, tiny new spots of varying colour, a new spider vein display, etc. With the shin bones seemingly warping and knobbly? I picked out a couple of runs of new blains or sores, almost in line on each leg. Yet the swelling in the feet seemed to have gone down a bit? Still, the changing daily state of the plates makes a bit of interest. I can’t imagine what it would be like to wake up with the body in the same condition as the day before. Haha!

WD128.0.0 7Sun01Washed up and off to the kitchen. The sphygmomanometer worked the first attempt. The results were another thing that caught me out this morning. Sys at 143 was a little low – Dia also low at 67, but the pulse was at 102! Maybe the clouting my legs and rushing about in response to the wee-wee and Throne needs had affected the level?

Ah-well, I must press on, lots to get done computerisationingly this morning.

Visited the WordPress Reader section. Had another (even shorter this time) UWTWW. I realised I had not put my clocks forward one hour. I only had four to do manually, the second-hand £2 wristwatch, the wall clock, and two battery-powered mini-clocks, one I keep near the computer to use as an extra alarm the other in the wet room. The wristwatch was done okay. Then the wall clock too. When it came to changing the mini-clock near the computer, the farce began:

WD128.0.0 Getting off the scabbard cover from the back, and trying not to use too much pressure and break it, it shot off and away when it did come free, hit my chin, bouncing off to his the oil-filled radiator and disappeared! When I got down on the floor to search underneath the second-hand bought 1966 E-plan cabinet, an Accifauxpa was suffered.

wda128.0.0 I pulled at the lower region, and instantly the warm wet sensation of Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding sent my spirits down a peg.

wda128.0.0 As I stretche7Sun07ad under with the torch for the plastic, I hit my head on the edge of the cabinet.

wda128.0.0 Located the bit of clock, and shoved my hand to the back to collects it. I really do not know what I caught it on, but it made me jump and had a couple of marks on the wrist then I pulled out the hand? Another Mystery of Woodthorpe Court! Aliens, Weevils, ghosts or what? Hehe!

I moved to Wee’d-Off-Defcon-Status-Three. Off to try my bestest to stop the lesion bleeding. It took a long time and used up the last of the Hydrocortisone cream.

Tap, tap and knocking noises from above.

Make a brew and took the medications. Had some cornflakes for a late brekkers, and watched some YouTube clips, before making a start on the job of making up some blog templates for future use.

Five hours later, 14:50hrs, I’d got them made up and saved to file, then began to create the blogs.

Throughout the day the tap, tap, knock-knock noises could be heard from above. Didn’t bother me at first, but as I became more and more tired, they irritated me.

7Sun10Took the medications and got a simple to make a meal of canned tomatoes and sausages.

Washed the pots, well, left them in the bowl to soak anyway.

Off to the Porcelain Throne, another messy affair.

7Sun11I took a last snap with the old Sony camera through the unwanted, hard to clean, step-ladder needing, light & view blocking new kitchen windows, of the rather moody looking skyline.

I was so tired and drained now. Yet pleased that I had got in front with the blog draughts, or should that be drafts? Hehe!

I almost flopped onto the £300 second-hand recliner. I put on a Doctor Who DVD, that’s all I recall until I reluctantly woke at 01:30hrs.