Inchcockski: Tue 10 Sept 19: After Stroke Physio session.

2019 Sept 10

2019 Sept 10

Tuesday 10th September 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 10fed Medi 2019

03:00hrs: Stirred with the mind in a state of ‘Thought and worries’ blasting away. The need for a wee-wee arose, and so did I, from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged ,while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. The half-filled GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) was utilised for an astonishingly violent CMOUSTSTBO (catching-me-out-unwilling-slow-to-start-then-blasting-out) evacuation.

WD 0.0.128A Gingerly, I hobbled to the wet room with the bucket for cleaning and sanitising, and the Porcelain Throne was needed. Oh, flipping ‘eck! Back to the constipational-mode this morning. Plenty of silent, oohs, arghs, and weak cries of agony! But at least it was not messy when it finally arrived. Haha!

WD 0.0.128A I moved the handwashing, took the medications, and realised I had not taken the evening ones! The worry about getting to the After-Stroke session weighed on my mind. This was not going to be a good day, methinks?

So, I got on as quickly as possible to update the Monday post and got it sent off.

Made a start on this one, and it was time to get the ablutions done. So, off to the wetroom for a stand-up session, it was too early to use the noisy shower.

I thought I’d got everything checked and in the pockets or bags, and set out.

WD 0.0.128A As I walked along Chestnut Way, I stopped to take photos of the new Electric point on the new car park spaces outside Winwood Court. Boing! No card in the camera! This proved to be more of a handicap than I thought at the time!

WD 0.0.128A I hurried on to the bus stop on Winchester Street, sorting out the £2.30 bus fare as I went. As I approached the bus stop with two minutes to spare, the bus came up the hill, and I missed it! Humph!

Annoyed with myself, I walked down into Sherwood and caught a 58 bus into town. Straight into Tesco in Victoria Centre (Mall), and asked a chap if they sold SD cards “Aisle Seven!” I am glad to report that on arriving on the section, I found the SD cards, that were a reasonable price, and bought one. I had a search around for the Flaky Fingers and bought several packets. I got a bottle of handwashing liquid and went to the checkout to pay for the goods.

2Tue04I asked, and the lady was kind enough to open the deadly-to-me, blister pack and removed the card for me. I thanked her and departed, takin this first photo on the new card. Of the early morning mall, peopleless. Haha!

I had the time to wander around and visited the M&S Foodhall, taking some photographs en route.

2Tue10aOn the way to the M&S Store, this bit of Nottinghamian Street Art, from the Council, seemed to have seen better days. The unfortunate thing was well-bashed about!

Finding the M&S lifts at the back in the corner, I ventured down and bought some dangerously overloaded with sugar and fat, naughty finger cakes, and a ready-made Lamb Moussaka. And a box of lemon teacakes, to share with the After-Stroke gang.

Then out and to the Poundland Store, with the trolley full already. I paid at the self-serve checkout, with the help of a kind lady assistant, and filled the spare carrier to capacity! I left with a Pork Farms pork pie, drain unblocker, Dettol antiseptic disinfectant, a BLT ready-made sarnie, honeydew coated cashew nuts, and a pack of jerk-beef to chew on.

I had an amble around taking shots at random.

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2Tue14I made my way to the Torture Session, taking this shot of the frontage of the Trent University Main Building, on Goldsmith Street, the tram lines in evidence.

I had a walk up Chaucer Street, with it being a road I have not been up for over 65 years. I think about 90% of it was a maze of new buildings, offices, college property, private car parks mostly. But I found near the top, what I think were the old NHS Children’s Eye Hospital place. I came to a block of old buildings. I recall dear Mater taking me there as a youngster, and learning that I was colour-blind. Ah, the memories! Someone told Mummy-dear that she should not be smoking in the surgery. She picked me up, and we left, never to return! Many years later, I applied for a job as Guardsman on British Railways and went to Derby Station for a medical. Bit of a disappointment, they discovered I was colour blind on red shades! Ah, I just love it when memories flood back!

The Torture for Pleasure – Keep Smiling – Calaboose Session: Hehe! I returned to the present day and hobbled back down the hill to the Church Hall and the After-Stroke donjon. We looked a little thin on the ground I thought, but it’s still early days yet. Compared to last week’s first session of about eighteen of us, we were today about only twelve, and that included the two ‘Specialist’ trainers. My ‘partner’ did not arrive, and all of us were split into threes, apart from Precious and myself. The whole thing went by quicker but actually took longer today. The series of exercises, with just me and Precious, both being about the same handicap-wise, was more enjoyable. We chatted and managed a clandestine laugh now and then. Despite our both being a little on the deaf side.

When it came to the Rest & Relax tape to be played, I went into ‘shut-off mode’. And it looked like Precious did the same. The lady said it suits some and not others. It turned out afterwards that we merry two of Precious and I couldn’t hear a word of the tape anyway. I mentioned this. Adding that this is no bother to me, listening to someone reading on a tape, somehow does not butter the bread for me.

On the break, the gang enjoyed the chocolate lemon flavoured tea cakes, anyway. Being lectured by someone also reading from a guide is hard to take seriously.

I got more out of today’s session, and the slight increase in the exercises did me no harm. I love the “If you can’t or struggle to do anything, do not do it!” Being followed with “Come on, get those arms and legs higher!”

The bowling sessions were almost a repeat of last weeks. There was my ball again, in the closest position, and the final person bowling in every game, knocked my ball away! Hahaha! Just a bit of fun, mind, and to me, a laugh!

We finished, just in time for me to miss the bus home. I mentioned this in a jocular fashion, and was informed in a Sergeant Majorly, rhadamanthine way “Well, you only have an hour to wait!” I’ll keep my wit to myself in future.

I gave my farewells to everyone near me, as we broke up. I got two replies more than last week, anyway. Three! But people were arriving to give lifts to the others, so their concentration would have been on that.

2Tue15I went in the hope that the L9 bus might be late, to the bus stop, but it had gone, of course, as I anticipated.

The next 40 bus wasn’t due for twenty minutes or so.

2Tue16I had a walk down to the Slab Square. And a party of ankle-snappers were being arranged on some visit or other.

I suppose it is with me not having any kiddywinks, but a warm glow comes over me when I see them. I think, with how trends have been and are going, these will make up the next generation of druggies, alcoholics, street sleepers, street beggars, car thieves, muggers etcetera? Maybe, if the country is still going, Members of Parliament? Haha!

I went back up Queen Street and caught the 40 bus. The side-saddle seats on these are at least a little more comfortable. I dropped off the bus, on the Winchester Street, and went 2Tue17up the hill a tad, to where the central island is to cross over.

Down the hill, despite the protests of the three-wheeler-trolley guide. 

I walked the length of Chestnut Way, a bit of a struggle to get by the wrongly parked cars, though, I must say.

Stopping at the new electric car charging point, outside the new Winwood Extra Care Court, to try and take a photo again, this time with an SD card in the camera! Tsk! My sense of humour told me to put the three-wheeler in one shot. Hahaha! There are two bays dedicated to this facility, one was in use by a petrol-driven car. I think maybe overall, there are fewer parking spaces since the upgrading, but I might be wrong… it has been known any times before!

2Tue20

I got in the foyer, and up in the lift. What a mess greeted me!

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I got inside, feeling better than I ought to, considering the physio session. I was annoyed by all of the bit of fluff, plastic etc. in the hallway, all being outside my door?

The landline flashed its light and rang out, but stopped before I could get to it.

I stripped and got the handwashing done and hung on the airer. Pondering as I did this, over tomorrows tasks, as I got some triple fired chips in the oven and set the timer. Wednesday is the day for the much-needed and delayed visit to the Sherwood Health Centre Podiatrist. A terrible time for the appointment though, 13:50hrs! Which will mean, I’ll be drained and incapable of doing anything when I get back home. I may fall asleep in the waiting room like I did last time. That wasn’t appreciated by the staff at all, as I remember.

2Tue25A simple nosh was prepared. Mostly tomatoes. I added all of the giant orange tomato on the buttered baguette and the BLT sarnie. Put some of the brown mini Sicilian toms halved on the plate. Chopped some of the freshly cooked beetroot as well.

A Limoncello dessert to follow. And got down to eat and enjoy it…

WD 0.0.128A The smell of the burning chips in the oven made me faffle-about and get to them ASAP. All was okay, though. I saved a few of them and added them to the plate. Oy Yey!

The nosh was a well-worthy 8.5/10 flavour-rating!

I got down in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, recliner, and was soon off into the much welcome land-of-nod! 

I woke later, in need of a wee-wee. As I dismounted the reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, the landline went again. I got to it on time, though. It was NCH’s Nichola. She needed to do an interview with me and checked to see if I would be available on Thursday at around 10:00hrs. I concurred and wrote it down on the pad straight away, to add to the calendar in the morning.

I took the belated SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) wee-wee, and returned to the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. Concerned that getting back to sleep might prove problematical after being disturbed by the wee-wee and phone call.

But… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Sat 31 Aug 19: A day of Dizzy Dennis, Graphicationalisationing and Peripheral Neuralgia ruled Depression.

2019 Aug 31

2019 Aug 31

Saturday 31st August 2019

Portuguese: Sábado 31 de Agosto de 2019

1Mon01a

 19:35hrs: Having gotten myself in a right pickle with the time, woke, and decided to stay up anyway. Give me a chance to get the updating done early, for once. I expelled my lumberingly well-upholstered, broad in the beam, well-padded and upholstered body from the chair. The Brother-in-Law damaged while he was flat sitting, fitting new CCTC cameras, and searching for my valuables, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and almost rotting-away recliner. And utilised the overused, but so appreciated, GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). I was caught out with the CMOUSTSTBO (catching-me-out-unwilling-slow-to-start-then-blasting-out) style of the evacuation.

WD 50.100.200. I got the handwashing sorted and hanging to dry. Needing to divert to the Porcelain Throne, off I went to the wet room. A very similarly affected releasing session as the last one. That had to be encouraged painfully. The shape of an H-Bomb, that explained the effort needed, and discomfort suffered. Tsk!

It was far too early to take the medications, and I had a drink of orange flavoured spring water instead of tea. I began to do the updating. By gum, it took a long while. I can’t blame Mr Fries, the $19m salaried obnoxiously uncaring boss of Liberty-Global Virgin Media this time. It was the fingertips insensitivity to contact that was the problem. The jerking shoulder and shaking hands were giving me a break, a rest, though. After much correcting and rewriting and few not-nice, ungenerous, silent words of discontent with the fingers, I eventually got the job done and posted it off.

I went on the WordPress reader section. Not a lot on today, mind you, it is the weekend. (See how quickly I grasped that? Hehe!)

I went to the kitchen and took the medications. Then made my first mug of Glengettie tea of the day! It was so welcome!

00:40hrs: Then, I made a start on this diary. The fingers and their tips were still giving me a bit of hassle, and have started doing a bit of responsive to touch electric-like jumping. This started when I was making the brew and is continuing. Makes it hard work, just typing.

I went on TFZer Facebooking, but it was hard work getting the photos in thanks to the nonconforming fingers. I got it done, but still in need of checking, by 02:45hrs. The wee-wees during the session on Facebook, varied from LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting) to SSWS (Short-Weak-Sprinkly), with variations in between! Along with the fingertips, they are wearing me out. Tsk!

I made a fresh brew of Glengettie, and some dunked biscuits, taking a breather. (Poor old thing, Haha!) Too sweet, Eurgh!

I felt suddenly drained. So got yet another mug of tea, and settled to watch a ‘Rumpole of the Bailey’ DVD, in the hopes that I could nod-off again. I managed the odd few minutes here and there.

6Sat03I had to go to the Porcelain Throne. I checked the pins as I got up, and they were giving me some grief, well, the right one was. They didn’t seem so anaemic looking, which was good. The session was a repeat of the first one. So, glad to say, not a lot of mess to clean up again. I washed the dandies and went to the kitchen.

5Sat01Feeling a tad betterer, I got the potatoes in the saucepan salted and vinegared and got the last of the pod peas, the last of the season perhaps podded, and in the crock-pot with a little demerara sugar and balsamic vinegar flavouring.

I may be able to get some more, but the fruit & veg woman said the season is now over. Sad-Mode-Adopted!

Sad for an addict like wot I am. Haha! I may find some Pisum Sativum variety still in season, I’ll try to find some!

6Sat03aWhile searching the web for the fresh-pod pea season months, I came across this recipe for pod peas. Interesting, but maybe not for me, methinks. Sister Jane might fancy it, though? Her early years living in Sicily, seem to have left her with a desire and craving for anything pasta, oily and rice. Her mushroom Risotto is really special, scrumptious! She made one for me in 1969, I can still taste it! Hehe!

09:25hrs: I then began the marathon graphicalisationing session. A big, long, arduous job. I stopped to make a brew and have a wee-wee and took photographs of the morning view. On the left, I took a shot of the student’s accommodation flats in town. The right, a picture of the City Hospital compound.

6Sat02a

I did not get all of the graphics done, but they are some ready to work on in the morning. The fingers are just to bad to do any more on the computer. I did get carried away earlier, compiling some words for the odes, and saved them on Excel. I got nothing else achieved other than Graphicalisationing, and that took far too long, thanks to the nerve-damaged finger-ends!

Sister Jane rang, and a natter was enjoyed, but the content of it was not sinking in, I was so tried-out, and the mind ridden with graphicalisationing problems. Going bonkers, is not as easy as people may think. Haha!

Believe it or not, but it is already 16:00 hrs. The nosh to get sorted now and turned off the computer. Knackered! Shattered! Neurasthenia-suffering! Tensed-up! Weary! Confused!  And Mentally Drained!

6Sat22The fodder was fine, all bar the podded peas. They had been in the crock-pot for over eight hours, and were not cooked anywhere near enough! Grumble-Moan! I suppose it is because they are at their seasons-end? The tomato sarnies in the Milk Roll bread were fine, as were the chips, beetroot and mini-pork-pie. The apple was a disappointment, soft, almost crumbly. I’m considering writing a letter of complaint to the Chilean Agricultural Department. Hehe! Most unpleasant! So, the best overall flavour-rating I can give is 4/10 overall. And the sarnies, chips and beetroot saved the day score-wise. What am I waffling on about, here? Tsk!

Sleep, became the main target now, I really was not feeling well at all. When I went to wash the pots, Dizzy Dennis attacked. I was not in good shape at all afterwards. Delicate is the best word to describe how I felt. Humph!

I looked outside, as the sun came out for one final burst before the light dimmed with fantastic speed. I appreciated the beauty and power of nature and sank into depression as for some reason, the Brexit farce came into my mind. But soon faded, as the eyelids began to feel so heavy.

6Sat21

Despite having so many Freeview channels on the goggle-box, there was nothing I wanted to fall-asleep to watching on offer! (Apart from Kitchen of Hell, but that was on far too late for me). So, the Rumple of the Bailey DVD went in the player.

My mentally-dilapidated, content-resisting brain soon found the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious escape of sleep! And I slept through for seven uninterrupted (No wee-wee demands!) hours! Bliss!