Inchcock Today – Saturday 2nd November 2019: A day of velleities, gossips, chinwags, and getting soaked in the rain!

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2019 Tnov 02

Saturday 2nd November 2019

Croatian: Subota, 2. Studenog 2019. Godine

0Nov 02

01:15hrs. I woke once again in need of a Porcelain Throne evacuation. But last night’s painful farcical tumble was still fresh in my head, and knees, arm, and back, so I took great care in rising from the recliner. But as quickly as I could safely do so.

WD 0.50.0 The session was another uncomfortable one. (When are they anything else, nowadays) Sulk-Mood-Adopted! The only similarity with earlier efforts was the ginormous amount! This time the whole episode took about a minute, compared to the last visit’s fifteen-minutes! Oy Vey! This time the bleeding was back too!

6Sat01WDP 13dRWashed up, and off to the kitchen, for my first mug of the Thompson’s tea. (That was delivered yesterday from Amazon). It was a delight for me to taste it once again.

WD 0.50.0 I stumbled a little with the walking stick, as I got the medications out of the drawer, and realised I had not taken last night’s doses! Again! I do feel a wooden-head, blockhead… but I’ll settle for a Merry-Andrew or Berk! I opted to just take the missed Warfarins and a Simvastatin with the morning dosages. Humph! It’s incredible that I’m still alive, really!

WD 0.50.0 Then off for another wee-wee, I used the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) and took a CMOUSTSTBOWV version (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom). Not had one of these for a long time. Variety is the spice of life! The divergence, contradictions, and contrast in my wee-wees should have a book written about them, you know. Hehehe!

I moved the handwashing about on the airers, and on seeing the now misshaped tubular, flat one, reformed into the tangle of straightened out tubes from when I fell on it, I was surprised to see it was still working after my blubbery-body crashed into it, but it was. Maybe I’ve lost weight? Alright! I’m only joking! I thought about it and noticed that Arthur Itis was easing off from earlier, bit Back-Pain-Brenda was not being so kind to me.

Thinking back as I was, the excellent flavour of last night’s Roast Vegetable Risotto came to mind. I’ll have another one tonight, as the Morrison-made meals must be masticated by Monday, they are short-dated! Mmm! Haha! Oh, this time I’ll use black bean sauce to add to it. If I get out today, I might get some more tomatoes.

I went on the WordPress Reader for a while. Then made up a couple of graphics for later use in CorelDraw, between the wee-wees, which seem to have settle for being of the INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) style now. I moved onto updating yesterday’s blog. This took me over five hours to finish! Why I don’t know, there was not may graphics or photographs to go in it. The fingertips weren’t too bad. The arm or leg not playing up much at all. Even Mr Fries Internet kept going… Ah, it’s clicked. The big Whoppsiedangleplop had to be done, and the handwriting on the note pad, was so bad, I had to use my memory in conjunction with the wording I could decipher! Gorrit now, that’s why!

Oh, Back-Pain-Brenda is giving me some stabs of a high-quality pain-level. My own fault for falling over. Fool!

The Iceland order should be coming this morning, 0800 > 10:00hrs. If he comes early enough, I can catch the bus into Sherwood, or Mappperley and take some photographicalisation, sourdough bread, and get a hobble about. Come think of it, it’s not raining, so I can still walk down, try to get a bus 6Sat03back up the hill. I took a shot from the unwanted new kitchen windows that cannot be reached for cleaning, without risking life and limb, of the scene outside.

Hello, big-gob has spoken. The rain is pouring down now, and with big rain-drops, you know what that is an indication of. (I don’t, but still, it’s a laugh, innit!) I’ll get the ablutions done before the nosh arrives. No, hang on, after starting to strip off for the shower, the thirst got a hold on me, and I made a brew of the finest Thompsons back tea, first, and had a biscuit for breakfast. During which, I spotted the falling-over on the airer-acquired bruise on the Peripheral Neuralgia affected arm was developing into a work of art!

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I would imagine, the colouring is affected by the low Warfarin blood pressure flow, as well as the Peripheral neuropathy? It will be interesting to see what shade it adopts later on. Hahaha! (The yellowing had all disappeared by tonight?)

6Sat02aI had to use the Porcelain Throne first, leaving a highly-undesirable aroma to inhale while doing the ablutions. (Eurgh!) The pins (legs), seemed a little less veiny, though. The session brought forth very few dropsies, however. The toothpaste and brush, a few razor-drops, and the shower-head.

5Fri27I got part-dressed and came out to turn off the power supply. And I found some mail again in the letterbox. A repeat of the CityCare After-Stroke information about the upcoming (Next week on Friday) follow-up assessment visit. I must check it later, to see if there are any changes.

6Sat05aBack in the wet room, to do battle with the sock-glide. I lost the struggle today, in as much as, I trapped my fingers in the gripper twice and banged my poor little toe when inserting the right leg. But, having got on the extra-long bamboo socks, I must say, the legs looked a lot sexier! Hehehe!

I’d no sooner got fully dressed, and the Iceland delivery man rang the intercom, as I was actually stood next to it. Which was a good thing, because the volume, which is set to the highest level, would have not have been heard if I was in the other room. Not the best choice of Intercom, for older peoples flat.

The lad put the bags through the door fo5Fri26r me, I thanked him and carried the bags through to the kitchen. On unpacking and storing them away, I came across a large 2 ltr tub of Flora light spread? I could not recall ordering this at all? So as I unpacked the things, I put this spread, some Seaweed packets, cakes and pop in a bag, to take when I go out and drop off at the Breakfast Club session as I pass. I can hand-out some nibbles as well. I’ve not done that for a while, not since the new Windwood Court started being used for the Social Hour. Now they have a coffee-morning, breakfast sessions and the cafe open a few hours on some days. The new team have the facilities to hand now and are forging ahead. 

5Fri25I’d treated Josie and myself to some special offer smoked haddock, at three 400gm bags for £10. This ensured I had one heck of a struggle to find room for them in the freezer! Also, the fridge was son over-filled again. Haha! I’m looking forward to trying a piece this Sunday on Josie’s meal. Fingers crossed6Sat07!

I got the black and recycling bags made up, and took them to the chute. Got myself dressed and all wrapped-up, the nibbles and treats for the cafe in the trolley, and set off down and through the welcomingly warmed link passage, to the Winwood Court. The rain outside looking set in for the day. I pondered on where to go on my little trip. Deciding t go to the Aldi store, on the busup to the top, and get it back down again. Not enough hobbling, but in the wet weather, it didn’t matter.

I got to the large Winwood social room area and about ten or so tenants were at the cafe having breakfast. It was nice to see them again. I dropped the bag of treats off at the cafe-kitchen, and I was rightly stopped for nearly taking my trolley-walker into the room. (Health & Safety) I handed out the nibbles, which was easier to do in this new much larger room, I could manoeuver around so much easier. I really enjoyed the little chinwags as I went around. Josie, Olive, Mo, Herbert, and many unknown to me folks sat there. I had an in-depth natter with and listened to Ray (I may have the wrong name here, Tsk!) Informing me his tales of Woe. I am always pleased to hear anything this interesting chap tells me. But, I had to depart, (on Rays reminding me not to miss the L9) to catch the bus up to the shops. Farewells, and few goodbyes and take-cares in return (Nice!) I departed and out into the rain to the bus stop. Quiet a gang out there, at least fifteen residents, I’d say. Another grand nattering session, which was cut short by the arrival of the bus.

I got on and ensconced in a side-saddle seat. The bus was almost full. On the short trip of 6Sat08just a few stops, it was nice to have a mini-waffle with others. I got off along with a man and wife who I see and talk to sometimes on the bus, and we chatted as we walked along, getting thoroughly sudoriferous in the rain, to the Aldi Store. A darned imbecilic Pavement Cyclist flew by us, so close to catching the lady. Oy Vey! What a slime-ball!

The lady, using two-sticks, suffers from Rheumatoid Arthritis like me, and she was telling me of her problems with the NHS taking off effective medications that were too expensive! Just like I have gone through. With me, it was the Aludrox SA (Belgian), and the Under-Tongue medications, that I lost. And ever since these were taken off the NHS list, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna’s pains, have been uncontrollable! The poor lady had RAI much wore than I have, yet keeps upbeat every time I meet her. ♥

In the Aldi store, and I got carried away with shopping again! (Meshuggeneh me!) I came out having bought: Gammonsteaks, Wafers to use for nibble-hand-outs, Plug-unblocker, sliced mushrooms Josie likes these), Canned garden peas, and some Sourdough Baguettes. Had a funny-turn at the checkout, a no reason Dizzy Dennis visit. Paid the bill, and faffled about for a while, trying to find the optimum distribution of the purchases to enable the easiest way to control the trolley and right weight distribution between the rain letting-in, minuscule trolley-bag and the carrier. 

6Sat09Then, out in the persistent precipitation, to the bus stop. By the time I’d got to and turned down Sherwood Rise towards the bus stop, I was well soaked and the silly trolley bag was filling up with rainwater!

Hobbling down the hill, and the trolley-walker was getting harder to control with one hand, and that was the dodgy right one. The left one was being used to hold the umbrella!

Old age, infirmity, driving licence taken away, a bus every two hours, I was soaking wet all through, the trolley was filling with rain ruining the stuff inside… but I did have my Old Fart’s free bus pass! I should have all depressed really, but au contraire! I’d met folks, had a laugh and chinwags galore and was not blasély at all, but upbeat – wet as well mind! Hahaha!

6Sat10The leaves and gunk were clinging to the wheels of the walker. Humph! When I arrived at the stop, I seemed to be getting wetter quicker? I realised it was the direction of the wind. So I walked down and around the bend to the next bus stop, where I was hidden a bit from the wind-driven rain.

7Sun21The bus arrived, and some residents of Winwood Heights were on it, and an enjoyable to me, nattering session took place as we travelled the few bus stops back to flats. I was nearly last off of the bus, and out into the rain, now only drizzling, I bade farewell to the others and returned through the link passageway to Woodthorpe Court.

2Tue06The difference in temperature, from Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts, as I went through the swipe door, was plain to feel. Brrr!

Gawd, it was so cold in the Woodthorpe lift lobby. Chalk and cheese!

Up to the flat, no wee-weeing needed? And got the fodder stored away. Then got the nosh started cooking. No handwashing was done. Too weary! But in the morning when I had to do them, I regretted my decision! Hehe! 

6Sat11I had the Roast Vegetable Risotto and frankfurters again. But this time, used black bean sauce, not the BBQ. I added sliced tomatoes and garden peas to the sauce and mixed it all in with the meal when it was cooked. Very good flavour! 9.2/10.

I put the dishes in the sink to soak. Got down in the chair and watched some TV. I did ponder over whether I should do the pots and handwashing, but it turned out a velleity, and soon forgot about.

I suppose I must have fallen asleep, cause I woke up later.

2 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Saturday 2nd November 2019: A day of velleities, gossips, chinwags, and getting soaked in the rain!

  1. Being a bit of a bad boy forgetting your meds. It’s easy enough to do.

    I’ll bet that bruise would lake great under a black light. Put on Iron Butterfly’s “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” really load, and just stare at your bruise, glowing under the blacklight and repeat “Oh wow! Man!”. It would be like a really groovy meditation, and it would probably be wonderful therapy for you, while driving your neighbor’s crazy with the music blaring, and with one of the most famous drum solos ever shaking the walls of your flat. Although, “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” a high volume could cause the balcony to fall off.

    Those stockings do make your legs look much better. I hope they make them feel as good as they look?

    Gone to smoking haddock? Oh! my bad, that’s smoked haddock you got there. With people smoking every which thing these days for pain management, I thought smoking haddock might be the latest.

    It looks cold and wet outside in Nottingham. But not cold and wet enough to keep the slime-ball cyclists inside I see.

    I have to say quite frankly that your Roast Vegetable Risotto and frankenfurters make a right decent looking meal.

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    • The bruise has almost gone now, Tim. amazing! “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” might be be enough to get me thrown out. Hahaha! But was great with the headphones on! Cheers!
      The long socks don’t last long, I’ll have to order some more, cause they are a help, and the legs are doing well, of course they can change so quickly. which still confuses me, now.
      I wonder if Amazon sell Tasers? Just a thought for the pavement cyclists.
      That risotto was a great find, Tim! Bootiful!
      I’ll try to get some Chinese again tomorrow (Tues) when I go to the After-Stroke Depression assuring Physio session. Hahaha!
      TTFNski, mate.

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