Inchcock Today – Wednesday 31st July 2019: Indoors day – no problem though, the rain was persistent!

2019 July 31

2019 July 31

Wednesday 31st July 2019

Italiano: Mercoledì 31 Luglio 2019

WD 0.30.0Ax 23:50hrs: I stirred, rather too enthusiastically really, I immediately made a grab for the walking stick, (In need of a wee-wee!) knocking over a bottle of spring water and the Pain-Gel tube, off of the Ottoman! Freed my cumbersome blobby overblown, crassulent stomached and skinny limbed body, out of the £300, c1968, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, second-hand, recliner. I kicked the empty plastic bottle on the way to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). The bottle rebounded back as it hit the shelving, and very nearly fell into the bucket! That would have been a right good laugh. But it didn’t. Almost a worthy of printing humorous tale there in the making. Hehehe!

WD 0.30.0 I had a USUWSS (Ultra-Slow-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee. No control over anything again, I had to just wait for the end to come. Checking every so often to see if things had stopped flowing yet. Well, flowing is too strong a word, more sort of a scintilla of a trickle. That best describes how things went. Tsk!

I took the bucket with me to the kitchen and reviewed the handwashing hanging above the sink. As I appreciated how wet it still was, it dawned on me what the time was! I’d risen a little too early again. But, I got four hours of sleep in, so not too bad.

3Wed001bI got the kettle on, took the medications and got the sphygmomanometer from the medical drawer, and did the health checks. Very pleasing, almost perfect results this morning. Apart from the body temperature, which remains a little low, at 34.2°c. Olive oiled the ear-holes, sprayed the eyes and rubbed in some pain gel on the new unfathomable as to why pain in the lower arm. But, not to worry, these things happen. Took the Macrogol sachet in water. These don’t taste as pleasant as the Movicol ones, but they are much more effective. I’ll say…

As I was taking the tea into the computer room, I had to divert to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session. What a blessed relief! The easiest evacuation in weeks!

3Wed01bI washed and got to the computer, and looked up this (to me) wonder-drug. I got this information: Compound Macrogol Oral Powder has electrolytes that help to maintain your body’s normal levels of sodium, potassium, and water while you are being treated for constipation and it works by softening your faeces, making it easier to pass. In general, this drug is used for the treatment of constipation, especially if you have been constipated for a long time. And boy, have I! “The faecal impaction diagnosis should be confirmed by appropriate physical or radiological examination of the rectum and abdomen”? – Side-effects: Too many to fit in my blog space! Hehe! Of course, I understood all of this advice. (Inchcock-Fib-Detected!) 

2Tue21I got the computer on, and read a WordPress comment from my photographicalisational hero, Tim Price.

Who kindly gave me the story behind the Dagwood Sandwich meals, like the one one I had last night.

As he said later; Unless one is familiar with the comic, a Dagwood sandwich is meaningless. He gave this link to it:3Wed01e

Dagwood Sandwich Explained!

I delved into updating the Tuesday post. The fingers, hands, arm, shoulder, and legs were all in a good mood, and only gave me the hassle in small quantities and not very often, in fact, they were the best-behaved more than they have been for ages! But I mustn’t get too excited. Haha!

After getting the blog all finished and posted off, I treated myself to a mug of the Glegettie Best tea! The rain was coming again, and I ventured into the balcony, to take a couple of moody photographs.

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I made a start on this post next. The nerve ailments all being kind to me still. The rain was still falling, but much lighter now.

3Wed01fThen for a break, I went on the TFZer Facebooking and photo galleries to update. Wat a marathon session that was! I’m tired, drained, feeling hungry (The corn flakes might get attacked next) and happier than I have been for a while.

The corn flakes; that turned out to be Honey-Nut corn flakes, they did get attacked! Hehe!

After I had taken the photograph of the rare Inchcock breakfast, the fingers began to play up again, and I inadvertently took another new picture. Ah, wellski!

I pondered on how to cook the remaining shoulder steaks. After much dilly-dallying, and humming and hawing, I opted for marinating 3Wed01gthem in black bean sauce, for a few hours. Then cook them in the oven. I added a sprinkle of mixed herbs on top of them. An experimental effort that I hope comes out alright. I’ve some freshly-podded garden peas soaking in a saucepan with a spoonful of demerara sugar in the water. A giant potato, to be chopped up and mixed with some cheese, to round off the meal. If I bite them, I’ll have some of the Asda (Walmart) ball bearings as well. Oh, I mean, beetroot. Hehe! But that’s a long way off yet.

The rains still fall, and the digits were still dancing and jumping!

So, I watched some car crash clips on YouTube while I ate the corn flakes. Ah, the luxury! I even had a rice cake to follow!

3Wed01hWashed the pots, had only the third wee-wee in over eight hours! Every one of them of the newly arrived substandard USUWSS (Ultra-Slow-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) variety.

I went on CorelDraw to do some more graphics and Thoughts in advance.

First though, another wee-wee, of the same style, USUWSS. I think I’ve had about four watery evacuations since cleaning the bucket, and the bucket isn’t a quarter-full yet!

After the wee-wee, I went out on the balcony and took a picture of the rain outside. No window opening, I was doing so well this happy up-to-now day, I didn’t want to risk losing any chunks of any finger, to the metal spring-clip opener!

Then, I got on with serious work of graphicationalisationing! I got a couple of each completed before the fatigue, set in.

2UseI got the dinner made up and served. Cheesy potatoes with red Leicester cheese, gherkins, red and yellow tomatoes, rock-hard beetroot, fresh garden peas, and two shoulder steaks with BBQ marinade and mixed herbs. 

It took a while to prepare, (and a long time to clean up afterward). But I ate it all, over a long period of time. It took some getting through. Hehe! A Flavour rating of 7.2/10 given. I thought I’d better not eat any bread, so I had a couple of the rice-cakes.

WD 0.30.0Ax As I was doing the pot washing later, all hell-let-loose with the CIDP (Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy). However, even at the time, I appreciated it going easy on me while I grahicationalisationing earlier. The leg seemed to be trying to do the occasional Locomotion, Hokey-Cokey and Tango dancing! The shoulder was keeping the beat, rhyme with the pin! The finger-ends alternated twixt no feelings and electric shock-like jumping. The arm shooting about was uninterested in joining in, this time.

WD 0.30.0 Over about a ten-minute period, I dropped and broke the blue cereal bowl, sent the washing up sponge-stick flying, let the washing-up liquid bottle slip through my fingers, and lost and nearly fell over the walking stick! There might have been other mishaps, but this is all I can recall at the time of typing this! It was a long time this attack. I actually felt tired-out when it finished. But I wasn’t down about it, after all, the earlier parts of the day, the nerves were most gentle with me, really.

WD 0.30.0 No handwashing was done, too weary, it would have to wait. I was convinced that once settled down, I would easily nod-off. But, no! After two hours of Colin Cramps and a new tummy upset stabbing at me, I got up again, and made a brew, a few swigs of the antacid medicine, and then made a start on updating this blog. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 30th July 2019: The dysphoric moments were rarer today. Yee-Ha!

2019 July 30

2019 July 30

Tuesday 30th July 2019

Croatian: Utorak, 30 Srpnja 2019

02:30hrs. I woke, hearing the oddest submarine sonar rebounding sounds! The noise seemed to be everywhere around me? I got the hearing aids in to listen, but they had to come out sharpish, as the noise modulations seemed an exact replica; not that I’ve ever been on an unterseeboot of course, I judged this on the films I’ve seen, they almost hurt my eardrums! The pitch or intonations were annoying, not loud, though, at all.

Confused, I had to get up and investigate. Nae bothers, in my extraction of the bulbously obese stomach and thin, scrawny limbs from the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner. Or in getting my balance and standing upright. (This was lovely to experience, but worrying, it was so unnatural). No demands from the innards for a wee-wee either! I had a poddle around searching for the source of the abnormal sound, as it slowly seemed to dissipate into the ether as I hobbled from room to room. Another 72 Woodthorpe Court, Unsolved mystery!

WD 64.0.64. As luck would have it, (Yes, even I get some sometimes! Hehehe!) I was right next to the wet room door in the mini-hallway, when things began to move evacuationally, of their own accord inside… I made it, but only just, to the Porcelain Throne in time! What an absolute pleasure to free things without any hard pushing! It still hurt though, but not as much as it has been doing. Those Macrogol chrystals seem to have worked a treat! (You watch now, I’ll get diarrhoea next! Hahaha!)

2Tue04Cleaned things and me up, first time for a messy session in ages.

I got the kettle on, and the handwashing checked, still far to damp to move them.

Come think of it, it was feeling almost cold this morning. I checked the thermometer, it showed 2Tue03a healthy 25°c – 74°f, 

I did the health checks, not quite as good this morning. I think that the Blood Pressure was a little higher than it has been recently. Sys 14, Dia 130, the pulse was okay at 72. The body temperature was a lowly 33.9°c, well I thought that at first. So using the format given to me by 2Tue06Tim Price on the calculator, of course, it seems that this is 93.02°c? So, maybe I got a little confused again? Ahem!

Checked the emails, and a friend in the flats had asked me; if I was having a Morrison order coming, to get certain foods that were on offer. I emailed back, no problem. I got onto the computer and low and behold, they had none in stock! So, I’ll order some later for her. Sent an email again, explaining the situation.

Life is always messy, innit? Haha!

WD 64.0.64. I got the Computer on – and more Windows updates came in! Then, as I started working on the updating process…

Virg 64.0.64.

2Tue03aI got the Monday post finished in a reasonable time. The fingers, hands, arm, and leg were all being kind to me, not a lot of jerking, jumping and dancing. Only the shoulder shakes were of any real bother. A worrying few mini-dizzy-spells, though.

I checked on a different site for the week’s weather. Precipitation for today was given as 100%, with thunder. The remaining days showed as far less rain. We’ll see!

2Tue05I went to make a brew of tea, and the clouds in the sky certainly, visually, backed up the forecast on the site.

I must not forget to call in the Sherwood Health Centre on the way out and get an appointment made for my toes to be clipped, as the receptionist told me to. By golly, the nails on the hand and feet grow so quickly now, after the stroke. I wonder why?

Ah, well, time to get the ablutions done. Back later, folks.

WD 64.0.64. A All done and dusted. The teggies were done. Shave completed with only two tiny nicks. The shower was taken, only dropping the soap once, and the showerhead, once. The drying off went Whoopsiedangleplop-free! The sock-glide was battled, and no Accifauxpas involved! Bit of a Fauxpa with the eye spray, I dropped it twice. The ointment for  Haemorrhoid Harold was lost just the once… but, the darned leg did a bit a few seconds of a Tango, crossed with the Stomp, and I trod on the tube on the floor while I was retrieving it. (The usual bad-timing, Haha!) Which now needs a replacement! Ah, well!

I took the sorted black bags to the chute and returned to gather the requirements for the trip to Asda to get the rest of the shopping, that I couldn’t carry yesterday. But, with the INR Nurse not calling this week, at least I have the time go today.5Fri006

The plan was to go out about 08:24hrs, this would, or should give my time to have a hobble up trough the park, and through the twitchel, and down to and along Elmswood Gardens to the Health Centre. Then get the appointment time to the next nail-clipping session. But as per normal… Humph and Angermaking Fiddlesticks!

2Tue08I got Out, over Chestnut Way, pausing to take in the beautiful clump of trees at the bottom of the hill. Then, up the gravel footpath to the park, alright. Also, through the ginnel, stopping to take a photographicalisation of the fantastic view that greeted me at the end of the alley.

Down and right along to the end of Elmswood Drive. I admired the flowers en route to the Sherwood Health Centre.

WD 64.0.64. A most curious, but I hope curiously, an unusual event happened then. I was watching some little black and red insects, who were buzzing around some pink flowers on the garden hedge. And I actually watched closely while on the whatever-they-were, stung me on my right index-finger-end. And felt nothing! No pain whatsoever. The bite or sting-thing was swelling up and turned bright red! Only a tiny area mind, about the size of the pinhead. I haven’t felt any discomfort at all. Hence, this is the first time I’ve found a benefit of being diagnosed with the CIDP (Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy and Peripheral neuralgia) The nerve damage must have failed to get the message to the brain, that I’d just been stung? There is probably a more logical answer, but I like mine better. Hahaha! I must remember to ask my mate, Lynton Cox what he thinks. He’s a bit of a genius on these things.

For a minute or so, I thought I saw it throbbing. By the time I’d got to the clinic, about five minutes, I’d forgotten all about being bitten. Hehehe!

WD 64.0.64. I got in the centre and to the receptionist, the same one who told me to call back this week. I gave her my NHS details. She rang the departed needed and spoke for a good while. I could not hear what was being said until she finished and came to the counter window. To tell me they have not made up the lists yet. “If you call again in two weeks, I can make you an appointment!” Precisely the same statement she made two weeks ago, that was why I was there! Hey-ho! I thanked her (again), and left, feeling a little less hopeful this time. I walked into Sherwood, with plenty of time to kill, before I could use the bus pass. So, being a tight-wad, I had a walk around the shops.

I called in the Co-op and bought a pack of salt & vinegar rice cakes and a packet of fresh garden peas. As I meandered around, I bumped into Welsh William a few times. He was doing the same as me, killing until he could use his free-bus-pass. Well!

2Tue12WD 64.0.64. When I got to the bus stop on the other side of the road, a naughty, ignorant git of a Pavement Cyclist came flying down the hill on the footpath. 

He was that quick, I only just caught a glimpse of him on the picture. He’d just rounded the block on the mobile, then Welsh William (with the carrier bag) and was gone! Swine!

I met some of the clan from the flats and had a word with some, then the 58 bus I needed, arrived. It got Arnold very quickly, and so I had time to get the shopping in a slightly more relaxed manner. I utilised the shopping list and didn’t get anything that was not on it! Smug-Mode-Adopted! I used the regular checkout and bought Milk, beetroot, gherkins, Cheesy curls, lollies, rice cakes and a milk roll sliced loaf.

I struggled a bit packing the trolley and bag. So much so that I thought I might miss the bus after all! But no, I got to the bus stop, and within a minute the L9 arrived.

A gloriously sunny day, no signs of the promised rain yet. Back at Winwood Heights, I got home ASAP from the bus and got the fodder put away.

Got the kettle on and oven warming to use later and podded the garden peas and got them into the saucepan. Then went on the balcony and took some photographs of Chestnut Way.

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While I had the camera in hand, I then took some pictures from different angles than usual. Of the residencies, a little more zoomed-in. I hope you like them.

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I started to do the updating of this blog next. With so many photographicalisations, it took me hours to get this far.

When I went to make a mug of tea, boy, what a change in the weather from earlier. The heavens opened up!

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I opened a window that didn’t claim any chinks of finger flesh this time. And took two shots to try and capture the falling drops of rain.

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2Tue15fAn hour later, and things had changed back again!

I was gob-smacked at this.

I wonder if it will revert again to the rain and go dark once more?

I am something of a pluviophile (someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days).
I got the nosh going, while I did some more updating.

2Tue21Took the medications. Cooking finished.

The result, a nectarous, finger-licking, tasty plate of fodder! I believe this would be called a dogwood sandwich in New Mexico. (Thanks, Tim Price). A well-worth-it Flavour rating of 8/10. Had the Asda (Walmart) baby beetroots been a little less like ball-bearings in texture, it would have been a higher score! Tsk!

I got the handwashing done, rinsed and left hanging to dry. A bit like Theresa May, really!

2Tue22As I got myself settled to watch some TV and got the pins up on the chair. I remembered that I had forgotten to tell Dr Vindla about the legs differing sizes.

The nerve-damaged right leg, was positively thinner, and the flesh much softer, but the scars, papsules and unidentified blotches had gotten much fainter?

The eyelids grew heavier.

Zzzz!