Inchcockski – Thur 17 Oct 2019: Sophrology, was needed today!

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Thursday 17th October 2019

Polish: Czwartek 17 Października 2019 r

Oct 17

WD 100.20.0 03:55hrs: Sometimes, I wish I could obnubilate my own, twisted, tormenting, almost scary thoughts. This morning is one of those days. I’m afraid! Bonkersness seems to be approaching, the body is decaying, failing, so I expected the mind to follow. Nottingham City Homes Repairs lies, and an uncaring attitude towards me didn’t help things my involuntary relinquishment of sanity. The sleep deprivation over the more than a week of promises they would arrive, but didn’t, was possibly the worst bit. The waiting in for the promised visit, from eight until ten in the evening, and trying to stay awake, just in case anyone arrived (Hahaha!, fool!) day after day, did me no good either. It certainly had something to do with my funny turn at the After-Stroke Physio session. In all the turmoil and frustration, I forgot to make my appointment with the podiatrist, so I am now still going to suffer from their failings. I’m still trying to catch up on the kip now. However, thanks to interventions from physios, doctors, and management of Nottingham City Homes, I now have hot water! But the spirits are still low and dejected. That’s it, for now, I’ll try not to mention the scurrilous and derogatory treatment and lack of respect and communication I’ve suffered again. I hope to live long enough to get over it. Oddly, I feel a little better for having scripting this paragraph, but it still wrangles!

After the little mind-blast of various ailments, worries etc. I removed my ever-growing bigger belly with a skinny armed and legged torso attached, from the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-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.

4Thu03WD 100.20.0 And off to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. And it’s hard to even for me to believe, but the evacuation was even more massive and longer than yesterday’s session! I genuinely am concerned that the WC system may fail to remove the mass one day! Not too bad though, at least things were a lot less messy. Washed the dandies and anticepticated all contact points. I took a shot of the pins (legs), and it seemed like the feet had grown overnight? Haha! The nails were looking awfully long, I must get to the clinic today to book an appointment with the chiropodist. (Thanks, Nottingham City Repairs!)

4Thu01To the kitchen, I took the medications and made a brew.

I took this early morning shot from the kitchen window.

Then on the computer. Updating the Wednesday blog… Hours later, I’d got it completed and sent off.

Then on to Coreldraw to do some templates and graphics. I did a few, then made a start on this one.

WDPG03RHad to stop, to get the ablutions done, before the time for the pulcritudinic phlebotomist arrived. A stand-up job, too early (07:00hrs) to use the noisy shower yet. The session went phenomenally well this morning! The dropsies were only three! (It’s true!) The plughole-unblocker bottle, the flannel, and a razor! The morning battle with the sock-glide was won! No trapped or pinched fingers, no dropping or knocking it over, and no falling off of the throne while putting the hosiery on! Oh, yes, indeed! But, I anticipate paying for this of rare slice of luck later in the day. Humph! The wee-weeing is a rare event as well?

All washed and smelling nice now, ready for the Angel of Mercy to arrive. I put the kettle on and took some pictures of the resisting going down the moon. One distant, and tried to do a zoomed-in one, but I don’t think I will manage a decent close-in shot again, with the fingers getting slowly worse. Oh, also I had to use the Nikon because the battery has gone on the Canon, I put it on to charge. Double Oh, I think I caught a distant crow in the first frame? I thought it was a bug on the computer screen at first!

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4Thu06Beautiful sky, though.

I then visited the crumbling-ceiling balcony, with the finger-traping release locks on the windows, to take this shot of towards Nottingham, a partially zoomed-in effort, to try and depict where the other high-rise flats are. The natural lighting helped pick them out, I think.DEcentish effort, but not brilliant. A bit like me, really! Hehehe!

I went onto the local news site. Gunfire in Basford

Then: Jury hear about two ‘targeted shootings’ in Nottinghamshire murder plot

Then: Third man arrested in connection with firearms discharge, Bilborough

Followed by: Woman poisoned and stabbed in the arm and back in Nottingham

And: 48-year-old clocks up his 253rd crime after damaging cars

Surely proof that soft sentences or hard, don’t work? What’s the answer? I don’t know! 

Just the regular run-of-the-mill stuff, then.

I got the handwashing on the aires, and the Angel Nurse arrived, to take the blood. She came early bless her, but not in time for me to catch the first bus. But this didn’t matter while the beautiful, precious, highly desirable nurse was here, her radiant twinkling smile was my primary appreciation. She soon had me done and sorted. Off she had to run to her next lucky patient. Sob, an inner burst of regret and my passion died!

4Thu07aI gathered the things required, hearing aids in, the correct spectacles on, areas in need had been all medicated, RAI’s (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knees were ointmentated with extra Phorpain gel, medications checked, bus pass in pocket, shopping list in the sleeveless jacket pocket (Although this mysteriously disappeared later?), warm jumper adorned, three-wheeler-walker readied, medical alert bands put on the wrists.

WD 100.20.0 A fair bit of time was spent chewing over my feeling of anamesia, double-checking things, often the same area more than once.  Despite this partial panicking that I had forgotten something, or left something on that should be off and visa versa, my dysbulia for the day ahead, remained intact. My plan was to walk up into the park, through the mugger’s twitchel, down the hill and along  Elmswood Gardens, to the Health Centre, and beg for mercy for forgetting about booking in for the podiatrist 14 days ago, amidst the Hot Water Repair Team not arriving farce, and my having to stay indoors, and futile hope of their arrival. Hello, I’m waffling again, sorry about that.

I st off, taking black bags to the waste chute on the way down. I tackled the steep gravel hill up into Woodthorpe Grange Park, but had to stop twice for a breather, as the CIDP affected the breathing. Got to the top, went onto the grass, and turned to take a photo of Windwood Heights. It came out the next day when I got around to updating this post, to be ridden with red-eye! I did my best to get it off, but as you can see with the red-eye-removed picture, I was not entirely successful.

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4Thu08aI pressed on into the park and hobbled through the mugger’s snicket. Coming out into the cold sunshine, down the hill, right to the end of Elmswood Gardens, and into the Sherwood Health Centre. 

I explained my reasons for calling, that being my farce with the Nottingham City Homes repair team keeping indoors for nine days etc. going into details that she didn’t really need to know. But it drew a smile from her. Hehe! Grovelled to the receptionist, begging for an earlier appointment and apologising.

She kindly rang the podiatrist for me, but no other appointments were available until 4Thu21aMonday 4th November at 11:50hrs! A shame that; I just wished that Nottingham City Homes repair team will read this, and appreciate all the hassle, pain and discomfort they have caused for me. A vision came into my mind of how the poor feet might look by the time I arrive to have them treated and the nails cut!

I thanked the young lady and went out into the cold sunshine and walked into Sherwood. I called in the Post Office grocery store on the way to the bus stop. I got some of the flakey-pastry fingers.

4Thu08cThen out to the bus stop. While waiting for the L9, a police car screeched down the hill from the left, and it stopped up near the library. Blues and Twos on. I took this shot of Sherwood, looking at the police car. The picture turned out rather well for a zoomed-in snap, I thought, it gave an impression of busyness; a rarity in Sherwood nowadays!

A few of the Winwood Heights residents got off of the bus, but none recognised me or answered my morning greetings. They were busy taking sensible care as they dismounted the bus. No one on the bus from the flats now. I had a bash at the crossword book, at one time dropping it, and a lady saw me struggling to retrieve the article, and kindly came over to pick it up for me, bless her! So kind of her. The knees were particularly bad this morning, growing worse as the day went on.

4Thu08dI got off of the bus and made my way to the Saver Shop, to get some pipe-unblocker fluid.

I spotted they had some of the toothpaste I like in, at £1, according to the signage on the shelves. I got some washing up liquid and DeoFab as well. When I got home later, I found that I had been charged £1.49 for the toothpaste, and the previously 89p unblocker was now 99p. The tiny bottle of Fairy Liquid was not 79p, but 99p! Of course, it may have been my misreckoning or pure stupidity that was the cause of this. Either way, I was a smidge miffed. Tsk!

4Thu08eThe sunshine grew brighter, but not any warmer.

As I fought my way through the surprising number of Nottinghamian shoppers and shoplifter out and about today.

4Thu08FI arrived at the Asda store and noticed this character, parked up outside the shop, on his gigantic mobile scooter. I hoped he wouldn’t fall off of it, the little man was perched high on it in his seat. I bet he was an HGV driver back in the day. Hehe!

I ended p at the self-serve checkouts, with nut chocolate bars, a can of chilli, bags of nuts, Hoisin sauce, and a packet of rice. £15.59 worth. Packing the trolley bag and carrier was a work of art, to get them all in.

WD 100.20.0 Out to the bus stop. With Arthur Itis getting worse, the knees felt every movement the bus made, braking, swerving, turning etc. It was a terribly painful experience. (So much so, that I struggled to stand up, and get off of the bus!) In Sherwood, some of the Winwood Heights gang got on the bus, including Josie. But she didn’t hear my greetings as she passed me. At the flats, Josie said she did not notice me when she got on the bus. Then she took the carrier off of me, to assist my alighting of the bus. Nice!

As we both walked through the link passages, a bloke was setting up a fruit and veg stall on tables in the Winwood Social Room. Both of us had a nosey around the goods on offer. I bought three large potatoes, they looked perfect for Josie’s cheesy-spud nosh at the weekend! I was a penny short of the £1.50, but he let me off! Josie and I walked on back to the flats in Woodthorpe. It was a bit of a battle to keep up with her, by gum, she can move! Hehehe! Back at the apartments, she even put the bag through my door for me. I fetched her dainty cream cakes from the fridge, and tool them to her. Thanked her for her help, and she retired into her flat, then I did the same… well, into my flat of course. Haha!

The need for food was growing within, so I stripped off, got the handwashing done, and got the meal prepared in between.

WD 100.20.0 As I was about to serve up the nosh, the landline light flashed and rang. It was Brother-in-law Pete. (I still think he uses the CCTV rerouted to his computer, as he always catches me eating, sleeping, on the Throne, or just going out of the door! Guffaw!) He spoke of his CT scan thing for the first time, and we had a chinwag which I enjoyed.  He is now confirmed as being free of the prostate cancer worries, but needs another check elsewhere, on something they spotted while inside his innards with the camera. So not completely free of anxiety, but partly, at least. He thinks they seem to be fast-tracking him, got to go in Friday for more in-depth checks on the newly spotted concern. I hope things go well for him, fingers and everything else crossed! (Not the legs mind, Arthur Itis would not allow that! Chuckle!) Then, chuffin’ hell, someone was knocking on the door, (And there are two bells out there to press!), I had to leave Pete’s chinwagging session (Spit!) as it might be someone from the Nottingham City Homes Repairs team about the crumbling balcony ceiling? But no one was there at the door, but there was some advertising bumph put through the box about pensions? Back to the meal.

4Thu11The feast was made up of Baked beans with added hoisin sauce and garlic, chicken thighs and a freshly rebaked still warm sourdough baguette. A side of a cox’s apple, and some potato biscuits. A Flavour-Rating of 8.4/10 was granted! I might have put in a little too much hoisin sauce. Else an even higher rating would’ve been scored.

WD 100.20.0 ac Got the pots washed, had a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode wee-wee, a rinse and stubbed the poor toe nocively against the WC seat-riser legs!

WD 100.20.0 At last, I thought, I can get down, out the TV or a DVD on and nod-off to my hearts content…but no! The landline telephone flashed again! It was a lady from the Sherringham Park Medical Centre, with the test results of the earlier INR blood test (That was quick!) New dosages: Mon 2, Tue 1½, Wed 2, Thurs 1½, Fri 1½, Sat 2, Sun 1½. The result was 2.2 INR. Much better now! Next blood test next Monday, will be arranged. While up, I put in the Die Hard with a Vengeance DVD and settled down to watch it.

WDPleft04WD 100.20.0 While reading the introduction credits: I nodding off, waking up about six hours later. Oh, dearie me!

Will I live long enough to ever watch a film all the way through again? I suppose not. Hahaha!