Inchcock Today – Mon 21 Oct 2019: Stuck indoors again – but the beautiful Phlebotomy nurse’s visit did me good!

2019 sOct 21

2019 sOct 21

Monday 21st October 2019

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 21 Listopada 2019. Godine

Oct 21

02:35hrs: I woke and wriggled a bit, involuntarily passed wind, and it was apparent that RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis), was in a better mood this morning, but Back-Pain-Brenda was still irked about my near-tumble last night.

I rose, lifting my ever-increasing body-mass from the Xyrophobia-suffering, thieving 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, recliner.

6Sat06WDPStraightTyping this reminded me of the crow I thought I’d seen last week when I took this picture. Come to think of it, I might have been a cleverly clandestine designed imitation Crow-shaped ‘Drone’. Building them and spying on people is one of Pete’s hobbies, along with sneakily fitting secret CCTV cameras in peoples homes, and stealing valuables! I think Sister Jane mentioned something about he was creating a new expensive long-range model drone-droid, to add to his arsenal? Mmm? Back to the diary, got myself sidetracked there.

WDP09LWD 0.50.0 2 I made towards the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), to find it filled up more than ever before. How this can happen, and me not being aware, I find astounding. If ever I have to get up from a seat or chair, at any time, you can be sure it is going to be uncomfortable and painful. Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Back-Pain-Brenda and Hernia Harry, or any combination of, are going to complain in the only way they know how – by hurting me! So, how in the name of Gawd, do I get up and wee, then sit down again, several times, judging by the quantity in the bucket, without my remembering doing so? Come on you in-the-know educated folks, tell me, please! Hehe! Lynton? I’d love to know and understand!

Anyroad, I topped up the fluid in the bucket with an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee and took the container for emptying and disinfecting off to the wet-room. To my surprise, I did not need to use the Porcelain Throne? I felt all the escapages of wind I was passing, might be a sign of the need to go, but no!

WDPrightWD 0.50.0 2 After emptying and sanitising the bucket, I noticed that  I had not got the alarm-wristlet on! I was not panicking, at first. It had to be somewhere in the wet room, the only place I take it off when indoors. But despite my in-depth searching, looking in every nook and cranny, it wasn’t to be found! Now the stomach is getting a little knotted, and I was a bit tensed up about this, as well as self-derogatory feelings in the mind.

1Mon01WDPright05WD 0.50.0 2 Off I went to check in the recliner room. And found signs of Nocturnal-Nibbling having taken place! It was far too early to use the vacuum cleaner yet. But this didn’t bother me as much as my exploration to find the wristlet! I’d half-hoped to find it on the bookcase, where I often leave it when going out. Phwert!

After a good hunt around, I had no luck in 1Mon05finding it.

Off to the kitchen and fumbled around looking and failing to find the alarm! Annoyed and so angry with myself now.

As a final thought, I might have gone out wearing it and put it in the jacket pocket.

So back into the hallway, and searched the 1Mon03pockets, without any success. I hobbled looking on the floor, in case it had dropped off, the strap broke or the like.

Then I spotted it! Wondrous, once I saw it, I remembered leaving it there when I came back after dishing up the cheesy-meal to Josie’s flat yesterday! While feeling so pleased that I had found it, the inner self-traducement long-winded and cruelly vicious! I didn’t spare the verbal rod with myself!

1Mon02At long last, I got around to doing the medication-taking and made a brew.

The cleaned bucket was soon in regular use again: various types of wee-weeing were performed in it over the next few hours. If there were an award for passing-water, I would surely have qualified! Hehe! I suppose it’s best to make a laugh at these things. Innit?

1Mon04But I must remember to remove it before my beloved phlebotomy nurse♥ arrives, also I must get the ablutions done in time as well.

So, I did the updating to the Sunday post as quickly as I could. Only stopping for the odd visits to the GPEB, and making a few brews, I took this photograph on the right.

WDPright03WD 0.50.0 2 I got the big bag of recyclables bagged, and took it down to the bin outside. went to put it in the bin, only to find they have now locked the lid, leaving a tiny port-hole to put the stuff in through! So, I just left the big white bag on the floor next to it.

WDP 08L02WD 0.50.0 2 Then, try not to laugh too loud! I went to go back in, and realised I had not taken the door fob with me! So, I waited until someone came along to let me return into the flats. Things were getting a little tetchy and ratty today.

7Sun10Ah, the time has flown!

Got the handwashing done, and hung up to dry. Just a shirt and pair of socks. (I always cringe when I write socks, it makes me think of the sock-glide battles, Haha!)

WDP 10LWD 0.50.0 2 Then, as I hung-up  the shirt, I missed the bar and both hangers came tumbling down. All the washing fell on the floor! So, I put them in the bowl again, to soak overnight. Grumph and botherations!

I must get the ablutions sorted out, and get the nocturnal-nibbling evidence cleaned up. Back in a while, I hope!

WDP 08LWD 0.50.0 2 WD 0.50.0a 2 Well, what a Whoopsiedangleplop, Accifauxpas ridden session that was! If it was go-wrongable, it seems it did! These things are sent to try us. It’s just that I reckon I’m getting more of the trying things than others are! Haha!

  • The sink blocked when having a shave.
  • The blue toothbrush handle broke.
  • Dropped this session: Shaving foam can, toothpaste, shower-head, & flannel (3).
  • The shaving foam ran out, well stopped working with plenty left in it?
  • A few cuts shaving!
  • Stubbed the toe!
  • The shower drain was very slow.
  • Nicked finger on the sock-glide holder!

WDP 08L02WD 0.50.0 2 Got all perfumed-up and dressed, and went to the kitchen. Where I nearly went head-over-foot on a slippery patch! So I got sorted out and started to mop the floor.

The door chimes rang out, I called ‘come in’, but no one did. So, I risked life and limb walking over the slippery floor to get to the door. It was Josie, bless her, returning the plate tray and cutlery from yesterday’s nosh. Said she enjoyed it, which was good to hear. We had a minute or so chinwagging, said out farewells, and back to her flat she went, and I returned to the kitchen mopping up session.

1Mon07I was almost finished when the Intercom chimed-out. It was the most beautiful Polish Phlebotomy Nurse. She kindly let me finish the mopping, before taking two vials of blood today. She told me why, but I didn’t catch what she said. After her taking the blood, she had a look at the kitchen floor and found it was still slippery. She asked if I’d mind her mopping it again, I thanked her, and she soon had the tiny room washed for me once more. She said when it had dried, I must check and if it is still slippery, put something down, even if it is only paper. Bless her cotton socks! ♥. Off she floated, as you would expect from an Angel!

I eventually got the nocturnal-nibbling evidence removed from the recliner, with the hand-held vacuum.

ReclinerThen pondered about tomorrow’s, last, I think it is, After-Stroke Physio session. I had a hunt around for the right money for the bus fare, but could not find any. Off course, I used to keep spare cash for just an occasion. But they were stolen along with all my other monies, by my Xyrophobia-suffering, house robbing, Brother-in-Law Pete, when he was flat-breaking (He called it flat-sitting) when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTV cameras, had an in-depth ferret-around for my valuables, found them, and stole them all. (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later). I don’t expect to get them returned, they are suddenly too heavy to carry back to the flat, but were not too heavy to lift and take away when he committed the robbery? He’s a bit of a bully-boy, so I’ll say nowt else.

So, more suffering for Old Inchcock. I may have to walk to the session or overpay for the bus fare. Enough of this talk, it’ll only make him feel better knowing the hassle he’s caused me. Humph!

I got the Sun blog updated finished and started this one.

1Mon08Fatigued again, I got the nosh prepared. A hastily prepared cold nosh. Surimi, tuna, beetroot, tomatoes, chip-sticks, old rather stale milk roll bread, an apple and an out-of-date limoncello dessert. Favour Rating: 6/10.

But I was ready to collapse and sleep when I made it. Not that sleep came properly, of course.

WD 0.50.0 2 I washed the pots and settled in the rickety recliner, and gave up trying for any kip, and put on a Claude Van Dame movie to watch. The duration of the film was 93 minutes. But by the time it had been viewed, it was about three hours later! Constantly nodding off for a few minutes, waking and rewinding to find where it was I nodded-off, only to nod-off again and continually repeating the process. It ruined the film for me!

Tsk!

4 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Mon 21 Oct 2019: Stuck indoors again – but the beautiful Phlebotomy nurse’s visit did me good!

  1. That’s was a close one almost losing your emergency wristband. Your pretty vampire is quite useful. You need to get a regular prescription for her to visit daily. Speaking of pretty young things, I went to a local taproom with a friend on Saturday night to listen to a trio that does music from the 1920’s. Ron was noticing that it was mostly old people in the place, but there were two younger lasses sitting across the room from us. We were the last to leave besides the band. When we stepped outside, the two young lasses were out there and asked if we wanted to go to another bar with them. We graciously declined telling them we were too old and need to go home, which then got them begging, as they thought it was much to early to go home. I thought is was kind of sad for too pretty young women to be picking up on a couple of old guys. I think they were looking for sugar daddies. Well arranged meal.

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    • Almost got in a panic over the wrtistlet, Tim!
      If only I could get the Angel on prescription on hemerine basis, but by gum, that would cheer me up – might even get me too excited! Haha!
      Well, you had an experience there with the lasses. Do you think they may run to near-broke, ill-equiped, poorly, not fully-working septuagenarian? Hehe!
      I think maybe you we’re right in your assessment. But it must be nice to have had the offer.
      Cheers, Sire.
      Taketh care, and well done in the resisting stakes!

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      • After I threw the bitch next door out of our building (long story), I has introduced to a new staff member (woman) at the gallery a couple of doors down from the office. The woman told me I smelled really good. Must have been the manly pheromones from getting pissed off at the bitch next door.

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