Inchcock Today – Thursday 12th September 2019: Accifauxpa – Rescued by Nottingham City Homes girls!

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Thursday 12th September 2019

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 13eg Medi 2019

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02:25hrs: Woke, rose, wee-wee’d; an INHBT  (I-needn’t have-bothered-trickle) version. By the time it had finished, I had realised that the usual ailments were all being kind to me.

WD 150.0.0 But, and however, the innards were rumbling, grumbling, with an uncomfortably-continuos dull, but sharp, aching pains from within. This I put down to the extremely rich flavoured Gastro lamb moussaka, that I foolishly added a lot Leicester cheese, and many of the strong-tasting brown tomatoes too, on top of the plate. I do get carried away, sometimes! I must try to control my gustatory and allotriophagy desires from now on.

I’m determined not to get myself in the state I’m in now, again. The wee-weeing is reluctant in the extreme, and as you will read further down the page, The Porcelain Throne evacuations, are a failed, painful, no activity farce! Tsk!

4Thu001The sky and moon looked so wonderful, I took a picture of it before the clouds hid the planet again.

I got the medications sorted out (Dropsie Count: all the tablets – the Pain-Gel tube, and [A miracle it didn’t hit my foot or break when it landed on the floor”], a bottle of antacid).

I went voluntarily to use the Porcelain Throne, thinking I needed to free things up, and hopefully relieve the pressure and incapacitating, pernicious throbbing from the innards. But to no avail. Not even any stomachic gas escaped! And that’s rare for me. The arghs, eurghs, and agagag’s flowed as a natural event.

4Thu03I got on with the updating of yesterdays blog. It took a while again, but not due to Mr ($19m annual salary plus expenses) Fries, lousy internet service. Rather, it was a large number of photographs.

Made a brew, and had a look outside. The wind was blowing hard, but not too cold with it, same as yesterday.

Back on the computer and sent the Pinterest photos off. Then the post to WordPress, next onto their Reader Section.

I’ll have to get the ablutions done now, so I am ready for when Nichola arrives to do the questionnaire, inquisition or telling-off. Hehe!

Back in a bit – having had no Accifauxpas, I hope.

4Thu02I’m back, and not wrong about ablution wishes. Only two-dropsies, a razor, and the toothpaste tube. Smug Mode Adopted! The plates-of-meat felt a lot better after the shower.

I tidied and cleaned a bit in the kitchen a bit.

WD 150.0.0a WD 150.0.0 I came across the birdseed packets and put them in containers, so they kept nice and dry. Regretfully, I dropped a pack of seeds, and they went everywhere! Simplemindedly, I got down on the floor, to pick them up and clean in the corner edges at the same time. This took me half an hour or so. Getting back up after the RAI (Rhuenatoid Arthur Itis) had set the knees was so stiff and painful! After many failed attempts at regaining some perpendicularity, I was on the verge of pressing the AAW (Alert Alarm Wristlet) and in a bit of a panic and close to a fit of agitation, and the screaming habdabs!

GC June 14eSalvation came perfectly timed! The door chime rang out. I shouted as loud as I could “Come in, please!” several times. Which the two Nottingham City Homes girl visitors eventually did.

WD 150.0.0 They hastened to me, and got me back upright on the pins – then the Peripheral Neuralgia in the right leg, gave a performance of its Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dance routines, as I was being helped upright! It only lasted a couple of minutes. But, although embarrassed, I was so glad they arrived when they did! They went through the medications, timings, new issues since the last check, etc. We found time for a laugh and natter here and there. In appreciation of their help, I handed out some nibbles. I can’t recall a lot of what was said, though. I know the Roger Reflux threw a fit while I was taking. I think we went through how I am coping and other stuff.

4Thu04If the girls had not arrived at the time they did, I would have had to press the button in the wristlet. Bless them for their kindness and understanding! I thanked them both as they departed. My concentration and mind were still not in full-faculty-status, I assume from the polyneuropathy playing up.

The sky was looking less threatening, now.

Feeling a little light-headed, I put the kettle on but did not make a brew. Instead, I made up and took a Movicol sachet. Hoping that things might start moving in the innards department. Fingers were crossed on this particular problem! Not literally, of course. Hehe!

4Thu06I went out on the balcony and took a photograph of the much-love and missed Tree Copse. By Gawd, the wind was blowing so strongly now.

The area around the copse in the bottom field looked to be desperately in need of some rain?

4Thu05I wonder if I’ll ever be fit enough to have a walk through the Copse again? The mind pondered over how lucky I had been earlier, and the excellent timing of the NCH (Nottingham City Homes) ladies arrival!  So, there, I do have good luck occasionally! Hahaha!

WD 150.0.0 Oh, dearie me, a paramedic ambulance is outside Winwood Court!

GC June 14eAh, I’ve remembered now. Nichola, rang the surgery for me, about the Warfarin dosages not being sent to me. It transpired that they are leaving it at 1½ tablets for several weeks. They will let me know when the next blood test is due! (They say!)

WD 150.0.0 So annoying that they did not let me know about this! I thanked the gal, profusely for the help given me.

I got the handwashing done and hung.

5Fri20fGot the oven heating up. Updated this blog for a while, then got the nosh sorted. Sausage sarnies and tomatoes on Polish sliced sourdough bread. A fair, feast of fodder, it was not!

However, it suited me at the time, (Taste-Counter: reading, 7/10), with my being so tired and drained… but not depressed or frustrated at all! (Although still a smidge embarrassed!).

I was just so contended. Thanking out loud the two Nottingham City Homes girls timely arrival, rescue, care, and understanding! Thank you, girls!

WD 150.0.0 I did the washing up, accompanied by Roger Reflux, bursting forth with CIDP inspired gasps of wind, melodic and a much-varied selection of elongated bursts of belching!

WD 150.0.0 Did the handwashing, and the leg joined in, with a version of its involuntary imitation Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing! I waited until the leg had finished its routine.

WD 150.0.0 Next, the tuneful Reflux Roger and CIDP singing, and the Peripheral Neuralgia leg-stomping caused me to drop the t-shirt I was washing at the time. I tried to catch it, and the walking stick was knocked off of the draining board it was hanging on, and landed on the tall brush and dustpan, which tipped over and fell on my corn!

My genuine first thoughts were if only we had a CCTV in the kitchen – it would have gone viral on YouTube. Hahaha!

WD 150.0.0 I cleaned things up, had an INHBT (I-needn’t have-bothered-trickle) wee-wee, and checked lights, power-points etcetera. Finding that I’d left the heater on in the wet room, so turned it off, the got settled in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the 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 recline. The mental fatigue ensured I was soon off into a beloved, peaceful, precious sleep! But not for long, unfortunately!

WD 150.0.0 I almost sprang awake, and sensed the need (at last?), for the Porcelain Throne to be needed. I struggled out of the rickety recliner without much bother at all, got my balance, then the stick, and limped at a fair rate of knots, to the wet room. All to no avail! Seated sat there, in hopes more than expectancy, with the innards bursting but nothing moving, I had a go at the crossword book. Had a mini leg-Neuropathic Schuhplattler-Dance. A few bursts of various sounding Roger Reflux inspired belches, then gave up all hopes of an evacuation.

WD 150.0.0 Back to the rusty recliner, had a drink of spring water, and head down. Just in time to catch the RAI giving the knees a hell of a battering pain! To be anticipated really, with the amount of time I’d spent on the kitchen floor with the knees on the hard floor surface with all my weight on them.

It took a long time for them to ease off, even with the Phorpain gel I applied. I got up and took a Codeine 30g as well. Back down, feet up on the chair (The recliner that brother-in-law Pete had broken when he was nosing around for my valuables before taking them, was not working now!)

Finally, I nodded off. I know this because I woke up later! Humph!

Inchcock Today – Wed 11 Sept 19: A betterer day. Yeehaa! Apart from Virgin Media going down repeatedly! Humph!

2019 Sept 14

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2019 Sept 14

Wednesday 11th September 2019

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01:05hrs: I was so amazed at how easily I got put off of 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, to have a wee-wee. No bother, this morning, just a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. The  EGPWWB (Emergency-Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), had but a few fluid-ounces in it.

Having risen and moved with such ease, was a pleasure. Off to the kitchen, when the brain-storming arrived. Worries, problems etcetera permeating my peace of mind. Today is the lousily timed afternoon Podiatrist appointment. So I intend to get on with the updating. I took the medications, made a brew, and got the computer booted-up. I opened Coreldraw to make the graphics for a couple of days, and the Porcelain Throne required a visit.

WD 60.20.0 It turned out to be a session on the crossword book, with the occasional painful but unsuccessful heave and pushing… But I had to surrender and gave up. There was plenty that wanted to come, but I assume that Constipation Conrad was the reason for my failure to pass owt. I considered taking a tablet, or sachet of crystals to move things. But I decided to wait a bit.

3Wed001I washed the hands and got the nearly cold by now mug of tea, and went and got the computer going. I put the appointment made last night when I was woken up, for the questionnaire, interview, telling-off, update or, whatever it is I am having or being given on Thursday, with Nichola.

The feet were checked, the nails were long! Hehe!

I eventually got the graphics done, and worked on the updating of the Tuesday post. I can’t believe how long it took me, but there was a fair number of photographs, though.

Much tap-tapping, rattling and banging coming from upstairs, that was making concentration hard. But whether it will be from Herbert or some workmen, it didn’t matter, whatever, it had to be done. I turned off the computer and got at least some black and recycling bags sorted. I can take them down when I go out to the Health Centre. Time to get the ablutions sorted after that.

Back in a bit, all being well, I hope… Hahaha! 

WD 60.20.0Ac Excellent session with the ablutions. Only two dropsies as I can recall. The first one being the plastic bottle of drain-unblocker, which fortunately didn’t split open. Phew! The other one, a razor.

I got things ready, and set out, down in the lift and walked along the link-passage, checking to see if the door mechanism on the exit and fire door had been mended, yet. Nope!

3Wed01gaI got to the Wardens Holding & Interrogation Cell, handed some nibbles out, had a little natter, then out through the Windwood Court foyer onto Chestnut Walk. Where I took this rather pathetic picture from near the contractor’s storage sheds. Not very good, is it? Ah, well! Done me, bestest! Huh!

3Wed01hI got out of facing the sun and took this much betterer photo of Windwood Court. The shadow from the Chestnut tree looked rather good, and added something to the outcome, I thought. The pods will be forming soon, and then no doubt dropping, to give us something extra to struggle through with our disabled scooters, shopping bags on wheels and walkers. Hehe!

3Wed01iWD 60.20.0 To take this shot of my beloved, Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! But I like it! I foolishy bent down, put up the screen to see it. Getting back up again… Well! Hehe!

3Wed01JWD 60.20.0 A touch Nottinghamian Street Art, near the entrance to the gravel hill up into Woodthorpe Grange Park. Getting myself up this route, taking my time of course, nice and steady, was not too hard at all. I thought!

3Wed01LAt the top, I had to rest for a while. The CIDP was taking its toll on me. But I was soon back into life, and found myself under a tree, looking up at the Chestnuts forming. The wind was blowing a bit, but I managed to take a half-decent shot of them, zoomed-in.

3Wed01mI hobbled through the twitchel, and came out the other end, to take this picture of the fantastic sky.

It felt like I was in another country for some reason. The wind was warm, the sun not too hot, and I was out and about, leisurely limping 3Wed01Nto the Health Centre and the podiatrists.

As I strolled unsteadily along Elmswood Gardens, I spotted these flowers, with almost black leaves. They were obviously beyond their best, but they fascinated me. I wonder what they were?

I arrived at the Elmswood Health Centre. I walked around the corner to avoid the steps, around and up into the receptionist.

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WD 60.20.0 I began talking to the receptionist, with a word fluff! Hahaha! Oh, dearie me! “I’ve come to see the psychiatrist!” She smiled and gave me a ‘Poor old fool’, look. Then replied, “I hope you mean the podiatrist?” And broke into a smile! She had to explain what I’d said, as well. Oy Vey! 

WD 60.20.0 I went into the waiting room. A man and woman were there. To whom I offered a ‘Good afternoon! I only a scowling look back from both of them, in unison! Oh, heck!

They were soon called into the treatment room. I got out the crossword puzzle book out and had a go at it. Not too successfully. Half an hour or so later, the lady came and called my name, and in I went. We had a good natter while she did the tootsies for me. I have to go back in two weeks, to booke the next visit. I gave her a nibble, thanked her and went out, and made my way into Sherwood, to check out the Post Office shop for any my newly addicted to, Puff pastry fingers.

The weather was still perfect for hobbling.

3Wed03To my delight, the shop owner had some fingers in stock. Well, only one packet, but I bought it to add to the four packs I bought from Tesco on Tuesday. They were the same price as at Tesco as well. I asked him if he would be having some more in stock next week? He took a photo of the fingers on his mobile phone and said he’d get some if available. I can’t ask for more than that from him. I also bought a pack of Twist Baqar Khani fingers. I’ve not the foggiest idea what that they are or might be, but they looked highly edible, to me.

I thanked him, and as I left the store, an ignorant, scumball of pavement Cyclist wet by, and all but hit two young lady vegetarians sat eating outside the costly cafe, bakery, and shop. The swine! One of the girls got out her mobile and called someone sharpish.

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I crossed over the road and up to the bus stop. A lady tenant, Shirley, I think her name is was waiting. We had a good natter until the bus arrived. Back at the flats, we walked back to Woodthorpe Court, through Winchester and Winwood to or lifts, and up. Shirl dropped off on I think the 6th floor, we said our cheerios, and I got to my level. I called at Josie’s, but she was out.

I got in and prepped the Lamb Moussaka, put some Leicester grated cheese on top, and put it back in the fridge. I’ll add some tomatoes later, when its been in the oven for fifteen minutes and add some mini-wholemeal cobs, too.

I got the Computer on, with the intention of getting the updating done, then hopefully have time to get some TFZer Facebooking done. I’m miles behind with it.

But Mr Fries had other ideas… the Git!

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WD 60.20.0 It came back on, and I started the updating… or an hour or so, then…

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It was already an hour beyond my usual head-down time, Humph!

WD 60.20.0 Another session when it came back on, this time of its own accord. Another hour later…

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3Wed01gSo tired-out. I had to give up on the computing and got the meal started. I considered using the £4 Sicilian Red Bull’s Heart Tomato in the ready-made Lamb Moussaka. But decided against it, this might be best used sliced in a sarnie! Although, it might test the new tomato slicer’s strength? Will it fit in? Hahaha!

3Wed10I got the handwashing done and hung to dry, while the fodder was cooking.

I got the meal served up. I shall not invest in one of these again; the flavour rating was a most generous 4/10. Most disappointing. It took me a long time to digest it, with the horrible sensation that it all wanted to come back up again after eating it. Well, not all of it. The mini wholemeal part-baked cobs were pleasant enough and flavoursome.

WD 60.20.0 I think that with it being so rich in flavours, the Porcelain Throne evacuations, that have been so reluctant and constipationally restricted lately; will either be freed or clogged up even more! I’ll find out which on the next Throne visit. Oh dear!

Got the washing-up done, had an SSAOW (Short-Sharp-All-Over-With) wee-wee. By then, I was ultra-fatigued. Got down in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner… Zzz soon came!