Inchcockski. Fri 23 Aug 19: Arthur Itis hassle, lost my new Andy-Cap! But still a most pleasurable, social of days!

2019 Aug 23

2019 May 07

Friday 23rd August 2019

Croatian: Petak, 23. Kolovoza 2019. Godine

5Fri007

WD 0.0.0. 02:15hrs. I stirred, with a copious amount of excruciation emanating from the right knee and thigh, curtesy of Arthur Itis (I think!) Getting myself free of the £300, second-hand, c1968, currently-not-working, shockingly tatty, beige-coloured, near-dilapidated, rickety, rinky-dinked, rusty, recliner without causing too much bother from the leg, was not easy, nor without discomfort and pain. Back to how it used to before? Oh, heck!

I hobbled, literally, to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), which was as full as it has ever been, and topped it-up with an LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling) wee-wee. I took the bucket with me for emptying, cleaning and sanitising to the wet room.

WD 0.0.0. I noticed than the right leg was filling up with water retention a bit. Also, the centre of returning leg-ulcer had some black growth coming through in its centre. I went to the kitchen and took these pictures of the pins.

5Fri006

WD 0.0.0. Within a couple of minutes, I was back having a wee-wee in the cleaned bucket! I got the kettle on, and blow-me-down-with-a-feather-duster, I needed another wee-wee! This one was more of an ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent), variety.

This was a sort of, reversion to how things were three months ago? All the hassles and botherations seemed to be returning again. Not the best of starts. Arthur Itis rampant, the wee-weeing getting out of hand still, the leg-ulcer reappearing and my spirits sinking. Hehe!

5Fri01I got the oven-mitt washed in the bowl, and left it to hang to dry. It’ll probably be ready to use in a week or two. Haha!

With the wee-wee situation as it is, I decided against making a drink after all.

Yet another ELDOP wee-wee was taken. Blimey, this bucket is filling up fast again!

5Fri02I took a photo out of the unwanted, thick-framed, light & view-blocking kitchen windows; with a ledge that sticks out so far, one cannot see anything down below. A terrible result this time.

WD 0.0.0. I took the morning medications with some spring water, taking an extra pain-killer, to counter not only the Arthur Itis but the freshly started stomach pains. No rumblings with it though.

WD 0.0.0. The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so I responded. The first evacuation in weeks that was not painful, Hurrah! But it was so messy, and over in seconds again. The cleaning up afterwards, took far longer than the evacuation did. Tsk!

I got on with updating the Thursday blog. I seemed to get it done a lot quicker today? Then I went on the WordPress reader section. A lot to get caught up on and some great stuff had been posted!

5Fri03As I was getting ready to start this post going, the stomach started itching. I took a look and found sone blood papsules coming up, near the bottom scars from the heart op. What’s going on? I thought. A day of blood papsules on the right hand, then they disappeared. Then they came up, on the right knee, for a day. Now the stomach? Mind-boggling, incogitable!

And, you’d have thought the scars would have been cleared up by now, after all these years? Hello, another ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) wee-wee needed! Blimey!

5Fri10 My allotriophagy showed itself suddenly. I just fancied a pot noodle!

So off into the kitchen. Got the picker-upperer, and maneuvred it up to grab a BBQ flavoured pot of the stuff.

WD 0.0.0. I held on to it for about three seconds or so, and the CIDP affected right arm saluted, and the leg did a mini-Neuropathic Schuhplattler. (The neuropathic medicine drop kettle dance), but in this case, it was Pot Noodle! It came down I think, via the air vent on the wall, the counter-top, my stomach, the radiator, to the floor! Hehe!

 WD 0.0.0. This made me more determined to eat the damned thing! Oh, dear, it was so tasteless. Ah, well!

I got the ablutions sorted. There was only one dropsy this morning! (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) The toothpaste. Only one little nick when shaving.

WD 0.0.0.A2 Things went well… until I tackled the Sock-Glide! The result, a 3-0 win for the evil, finger-trapping, bruise giving, toe-stubbing Sock-Glide. Hahaha!

5Fri11I got everything needed for the trip to get the garden peas and potatoes, and meandered down the elevator, meeting Mary as she got on at the first floor. We had a natter and laugh on the way through the passageway into Winwood Court. I stopped to see if the door opening to the little sitting garden had been mended, but it wasn’t done yet.

Note here: proof that I had got my new light blue cap with me. It hangs on the three-wheeler at this stage.

5Fri019I then went out the front lobby doors, and Cyndy came out behind me. I asked if it would be alright for me to take her photograph with the new passage in the background, and she kindly obliged me.

I won’t take long for the glass in the background to get dirty, I fear. And the lawn to be decimated and get tatty. Shame, but it looks so incredible at the moment. As, indeed, so did Cyndy.

We had a chinwag as we hobbled to the bus stop, where quite a gang of Windwood Heightonians had gathered.

5Fri019aI took a snap of site of the old temporary the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress sexpot 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, had been located for two years. It’s still odd, not see it!

I enjoyed having a listen for a while, then got out the crossword book, as Caroline from the top home arrived and told me of her recent medical investigations. She seemed to be alright and not over-anxious today, which pleased me.

The bus arrived, and I settled in the usual side-saddle seat and had a natter with Mary en route to Arnold. Where I joined her in a walkabout and shopping session. This had made a jolly-nice change for me. The Arthur Itis played up a few times as we went around. I followed her into the Wilko Store, where she was fortunate in getting the last three packs of the coffee she loves so, along with some other bits. I bought a bag of yoghourt covered peanuts.

5Fri20We paid (well we thought we would this time. Hehe!) and left, taking a stroll to the Arnold flea market, where I found the fruit and Veg stall had some potatoes and garden peas that I craved. I got two 1lb bags of peas, and five large baking potatoes, because they were five for £2, a fiver spent, with the £3 for peas and £1 for the peanuts at Wilkos, that was only £6 I’d spent. Self-control, you see! Hahaha!

Mary took a potato from me, that I offered her, so as not to let it go to waste. They were the same variety of potato as last week, Wiljas, I think. They were brilliant quick cookers and were perfect with the Leicester cheese for boiling then baking last Sunday. I reckon that Josie really enjoyed them, last week, too.

Mary and I then went into the Asda store. Where Mary filled up her massive four-wheeler trolley to the top! We paid at the standard check-out for our purchases. I got, only a Milk Roll loaf (90p), a jar of beetroot (£1.04), some mini-sponge rolls (45p), and some spring onions (85p), that were massive! Only three in a bunch, they were that thick and rounded. I tried them, hoping they would be mild with being so large. So, there you have it, Inchcock goes shopping and only spends £9.50, in three shops! By gum, I did well!

We poddled up to the L9 bus stop. Arthur Itis ever-present, and the odd shake from the arm and leg, but only the arthritis was of any concern or real pain.

WD 0.0.0. The bus arrived, and I got settled in the side-saddle seat again, but Dizzy Dennis attacked, and much of memory of the journey back to the flats, is now vague. I remember feeling things were coming back to normal when we arrived in Sherwood though. Five or six Winwood Heightonian’s got on the bus, and laughter flowed. I remember Cyndy, Welsh William, and Pete getting on, but I think there were many others as well. Memory blanks have been so rare this week gone, and I am not happy they have returned. Still, you don’t like to complain does yer!

WD 0.0.0. As we dismounted the bus back at the flats, I looked in the trolley bag for my hat to put on, as it was a bit windy. But it was not there, and I wanted to dry! The photo earlier proves I took it out with me, but where I had lost in I don’t know. Did I drop it in the foyer? On the bus going or returning? The shops? Mary said she could not remember seeing it at all and expected me to find it in the flat. At the time, I had not seen the photo, and thought maybe the same, well, I hoped I’d find it in the apartment. (But no!)

Mary and I went up in the lift, my bidding Mary a good day and thanking her for wandering around with me in toe, as she got off on the first floor.

WD 0.0.0. As I got in the flat, the first thing was to search around for the cap, no luck! Next, it suddenly dawned on me, that the constant wee-weeing of this morning had not bothered me at all when I was out and about? I appreciated this muchly, but was baffled as to why? For within a couple of minutes of getting back in the flat, the flowing, or rather, sprinkling started again?

5Fri20bI got the fodder put away. You can see the size of the Spring Onions!

I got the oven warming to put the chips in later.

Then I stripped off and got the heavy shirt and the bamboo socks hand-washed. The thermal longsleeved shirt will take some drying off. And the oven-mitts washed earlier, should be dried by around 03:30hrs, on December 10th, I reckon. Hehehe!

5Fri20dI spotted an envelope in the door letterbox, well chewed up, but I resurrected it. It was a courtesy notification, about work that will be starting on the lobby area, on the 28th Wednesday 28th August.

WD 0.0.0. My EQ immediately told me to take extra-care on this day! A worrying and unnerving feeling came over me! I can only hope for the best, but I must be sure that I will be on guard on this day! Having a high EQ, and one that is rarely wrong can be such a bind. Mind-befuddling and it gnaws at my confidence and contentment, too!

I got the chips added to the salad meal5Fri20e. The colossal, humongous sliced spring onion, was excellent and mild flavoured! But, I think the severe EQ warning, had put me off enjoying it as much as I might have. That and the guilt of the extra-thick pastry on the Morrison’s mini-pork and pickle pork pies! Guilt and Fear Modes Adopted! Not easy to engage these two. Haha!

A flavour rating of 5/10 was given for this ingurgitated, chugalugged nosh.

I settled to watch a DVD… Zzzz!

9 thoughts on “Inchcockski. Fri 23 Aug 19: Arthur Itis hassle, lost my new Andy-Cap! But still a most pleasurable, social of days!

    • My EQ warned me I was going to lose that cap when I bought it. But I didn’t listen. Humph!
      I’m trying to cut down the portion sizes, Sister Jane tells me I’m eating too much, even though I only have one meal a day. She’s probably right, she usually is.
      At last the spring onion was nice. Hahaha!
      TTFNski, Sir, cheers.

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      • It’s better to eat multiple small meals over the day and eat less at night if possible. If you eat one meal a day, having it earlier in the day is best.

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      • Yes, indeed, you are right, mate. I’ve started taking the nosh earlier, under threat of Sister Jane lambasting, insulting and belittling me. But she does it so well, bless her. Hehehe!
        Haha!
        TTFNski, Tim.

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  1. I generally go for two meals – a light brakfast (gag! never feel like it – force it down) Then a larger midday meal. I will snack a little if I make the mistake of having goodies around (cookies, favorite candies) or have a light meal if I didn’t eat much for the midday meal.

    I understand completely how my grandmother, when she got older, would settle for tea and toast in place of a proper meal.

    Fixing for for one is most difficult when your appetite is diminished for any reason. I also ubderstand how programs that serve seniors healthy meals for minimal cost are a good idea I should check out.

    There are two options here, three possibly: Meals on Wheels (that delivers to the door at noonish) or the Senior Center (sit down meals you eat at the center, again, noonish) or one with a name I forget where anyone with a need for food can eat for free, no conditions or questions asked.

    Whatg about Nottingham? Are there options available for seniors, especially those with medical and mobility issues, to have meals delivered to them, hot and readfy to eat?

    Having groceries is nice, too, if you are ready and able to turn it into healthy, balanced meals, such as those you prepare.

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    • The Council do deliver frozen meals to the door. But I’m told my warden that I do not qualify? I used to use them when I was made redundant.
      Private company, can’t recall the name now. Wiltshire Farms I think. They do the same with more choices, but at a greatly higher price. And, frozen. The local scouts do a meal most weeks for one day, but no options, it’s whatever it is or leave it. Usually fatty meat and sponge cake with custard. Eurgh!
      TTFN mate. Cheers.

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