Inchcock Today – Mon 4 Nov 2019: Not a lot achieved today, but plenty of Whoopsiedangleplops. Grumph!

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Monday 4th November 2019

Uzbek: 2019 yil 4-Noyabr, Dushanba

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WDP 12c23:00hrs: Already awake, after cleaning up the mess from my leaving the potatoes boiling while I fell to sleep! I did the handwashing and then got on the computer to update yesterday’s diary. I got on with the task. Due to a little relief from the nerve-ends jumping and sensing, I pressed on until it was finished!

1Mon02WD 125.0.0 Stopped to make a brew and take the medications. To find that yet again I had missed taking the evening dosages! However, I didn’t feel the usual self-hating and annoyance that I would generally hold. I knew it was only due to the Whoopsiedangleplop of my letting the potatoes boil over and having to clean it all up last night! (That’s my excuse!) I 1Mon03took the morning’s medications, with just a Simvastatin and the Warfarin tablets from those missed off.

WD 125.0.0 I nearly gave myself an injection of the Enoxaparin, but thankfully realised they had been stopped and I didn’t need one. How I could have thought I did need one, remains a mystery. Fool!

I got the Nikon camera, and took three shots of the morning view, in.

Shutter-Priority, all I can see is dots? Aperture-Priority, gone all non-coloured? And Auto mode, blurry. Just to see what, if anything would come out differently. And they certainly did!

I must not forget to go to the Podiatrist session at the Sherwood Health Centre later, I’ll check the time on the Google calendar.

1Mon04

Ah, 11:50hrs. Horrible timing that, it means I’ll be incapable of doing anything mentally pr physically afterwards, apart from nodding-off, I seem to have become quite adept at that. Harf-Harf!

I finished the updating and went on the WordPress reader for a bit. The ever-present drowning, humming noise all around, suddenly started to get to me. Humph!

I made an Asda order, wth mostly Christmas pressies on it, for next Tuesday delivery.

WDP 10LWD 125.0.0 I went to fetch the money bag for the bus fare for this mornings ride into town for the After-stroke Physio Session, and what a clot I felt. I’d actually forgot that Xyrophobia-suffering crook Brother-in-Law Pete, had stolen all of my cash when he was flat-sitting (robbing!), while I was in the hospital after the stroke! Sugar-Plumb Swine! So I had no bus fare. I’ll have to walk it to town now! Gobble-shacks!

I’d better get the stand-up ablutions done. Tsk! I am a clot, it’s not Tuesday, but Monday today! It gets wicked when you don’t even know what day it is! So change of plans; Get the ablutions proper done – and get a bus into Sherwood, get change for the bus, to Wilkos for some freshener and bleach, then on to the Sherwood Health Centre Podiatry appointment, for 111:50hrs.

The ablutions went reasonably well. The dropsies were a little numerous, mind; The toothbrush, razors (2), shaving foam, soap (4), flannel (2), the sock-glide, shower spray (2) and towel. The sock-glide battle was lost, apart from dropping it while positioning the frame for insertion of the right foot, I ended up with a few new bruises. Humph! But the shave and wee-wee were bloodless! The pins, well, see for yourself.

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1Mon08Got myself dressed and freshened up. Took the black bags to the waste chute. Then went down in the lift to talk to and see the Wardens, but none were in the room. So I dropped the PPs in through the new kitchen in the Winwood room. Popped into the big social area, and dropped the PPs off in the kitchen window. Noticed some stuff for sale?

Back to the flat, and had a look outs1Mon09ide through the Al Fresco area door. It was awfully wet out there. Haha! Got back to the flat, and Josie brought the tray and plate back from yesterdays nosh. I am mostest pleased to report that after interrogation, she revealed that she enjoyed the smoked haddock and cheesy-potatoes. So, I’ll do some more next week.

A quick update on this blog, and out again to catch the bus. I left a message about the PPs at the warden’s room and carried on out to the bus stop. A pleasant round of chinwags, moans, complaints, snide remarks and much laughter was enjoyed.

WDP 13cLWD 125.0.0 I got on the bus and settled in a side-saddle-seat, then realised I was on the wrong bus! I vacated the vehicle, feeling an even bigger fool, much to the mixed amusement and derision of the tenants still out at the bus stop! Hehehe! I knew things went in threes. So the getting up thinking it was Tuesday, not Monday, then getting on the wrong bus left one more to come. (It didn’t take long!)

WDP 13bLWD 125.0.0 I got on the other bus behind, for just a few stops, and got off in Sherwood. I missed the stepping off of the bus but avoided going over, although the three-wheeled-walker did it’s best to topple over. This was when the third Proper-Whoopsie happened, I gleaned that the reason for my near tumble, was that I had the wrong spectacles on, the reading glasses! I was glad that third in the series had come and gone! Hehe!

I ambled along to the bank, to get some change for the bus fares. (Thanks, Stubble-Pete, for knicking all my cash and causing me so much hassle) If there is anything I can do for you, like break your arm, cut your plonker-off, or rearrange your facial features, just let me know!

WDP09LWD 125.0.0 Could I remember my number? Not to start with! Waiting in the queue, I did my best to remember it, but the paper I have the number clandestinely written down on was not in my pocket! Nor was the mobile phone. Nor was the £30 I was sure was in the coat top pocket last night! I was getting into a state here. I let others go forward ahead of me as I continued to try and remember the digits, where the mobile and money was… then Eureka and Buggermaquilt! From nowhere, the four number came to mind – but of course, were they the right ones? I moved to the counter, much to the displeasure of the person behind, who must have been expecting me to let him go in front of like I had to several other folks, and offered me a lout Tut-tut as I left him. Haha! I had to ask the teller-lady for some cash as well as the coins. Now, and at the back of my mind was, ‘Where is the mobile, what have I done with it? But all priority-wise, behind the worry of, “Are these figures that have come into my mind, the right ones? They worked! I avoided any, cachinnation or shouts of joy! 

WDP 08LWD 125.0.0 I got the gelt from the lady, thanked her and proceeded to have a Dizzy Dennis spell as I hobbled to the door. I got to the wall, clinging onto the three-wheeler, and pretended to be casually waiting about, I read some of the notices on the wall. I could tell that the money-seekers in the waiting queue were all concerned for me… well, I got a few looks of incredulity, that said to me, “The senile old fart shouldn’t be allowed out on his own!” And the odd sneer from some of them. As I left a few minutes later, I was a smidge concerned about how things would go, but I needn’t have worried, once outside and limping up the hill, everything was fine, no signs of any dizzies, or wobbles at all? Perhaps the worrying about the number had brought the spell on? Hey-ho!

1Mon09aWDP 12dOver the road and to the Wilko store. Where I stocked up with, Dettol Disinfectant spray, Ylang laundry freshener, bleach and some yoghourt peanuts. Paid the bill, and the lady at the checkout, kindly put the things into the bag for me. Help like this is so precious and appreciated. Strangers, young ones at that, showing a bit of empathy, really restores my faith in youngsters. Very welcome, appreciated and kind!

Out up to the top of the hill1Mon09b, and right down Elmswood Gardens and into the Sherwood Health Centre.

WDPright04The welcoming smile of the young female receptionist, who remembered my name, and what I was going to the centre for! Bless her, this cheered me up!

I got ensconced in the Podiatry waiting area and had a bash at the crosswords. Not very successfully, though! The lady came out to call me in. She did the tootsies while having a chinwag, and was done in no time. She told me to see my Doctor about the Clopidogrel induced excessive spider and varicose veins and the risk of Thrombophlebitis. (I asked how to spell it, and made a note! Thank you muchly!

1Mon10AS I got to the bus shelter in Sherwood, things got a little dark, and I anticipated some heavy rain is due. But it held off.

While waiting for the bus, I listened to some of the Winwood Heights gals at the bus stop nattering as best I could. They all seemed very content today.

1Mon11Back at the flats, I waited until last and dismounted the bus. Made my way in the Windwood Court entrance, and down the link-passage. As I ambled with the three-wheeler along the corridor, I could see how the sunshine has come out again at the far-end windows.1111

I met with Christine at the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby, and along with a new tenant chap, we went up in the elevator. Chap 2nd floor, me 12th and offered Chrissie my best wishes, as she went up to the 13th level. I got inside the apartment, and put the nuts and stuff away, kettle on, and took the evening medications. A little early I know, but having missed the last two evening-dosages, I was being cautious.

1Mon13I put the roast vegetable risotto ready nosh in the oven as soon at it reached temp.

Got some mushrooms in the saucepan and added a drop of Sukang Puti vinegar. Got them simmering. Then added some black bean cooking sauce, and some sliced tomatoes and gave it all a good stirring.IMG_2606

Slowly adding some onions and basil. The rather delightful aroma of this sauce, that needed constant attention, was making me even hungrier, and this was just the flavouring. The risotto in the oven had a good proportion of caramelised red onion in it. Mmm!

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An interruption arrived, it was some mail. I could not help but smile at the Repairs booklet. After being told every day for nine days that someone would come out to tend to my lack of hot water, and nobody did! Staying in from 08:00hrs to 22:00hrs every day, in vain hopes they would arrive. No sleep. Made myself poorly with it all, and reading the statement, somehow I found it hard to grasp and believe that improvements will come!

Josie rang the bells, to return the cutlery tray etc. from her nosh yesterday. I inquired if she had liked the smoked haddock cooked the way it was, and she said yes. So now I know, we can have it the same way next Sunday. So glad she liked it.

I added the sauce mix to the oven dish and got the sourdough baguette in the oven.

Then I got the jumper hung and got the socks on the airers.

1Mon16I got the meal prepared. It didn’t look appealing, just like the earlier ones didn’t, but my gum, it tasted delicious! I masticated, savoured and slurped away at it for ages, enjoying every mouthful!

Flavour Rating, 9.35/10.

1Mon12WDP 01b rightWD 125.0.0.a After dining, I took the meal things, tray, dish cutlery etc. to be washed… had an imitation Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine from the Peripheral Neuralgia affected right leg, and sadly, dropped the whole darned lot on the floor! Worse still, I nearly lost my balance and went over, but luckily the door frame got in my way. Tsk! Got it all cleaned up, not that it was all that bad, case there was no food to spill, only a few (thousands of tiny ones!) bread crumbs! The dish had been wiped almost dry and licked, it was that good! No more left now, I must get a Morrison order done for next week and get some more in. No other shop sells them.

WDP sleepLSettled in 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 six-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. I got the headphones on, and the TV going… ZZZ!

4 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Mon 4 Nov 2019: Not a lot achieved today, but plenty of Whoopsiedangleplops. Grumph!

  1. What a discombobulated Thrombophlebitis inducing day you had. I hate it when it’s not only the wrong bus, but the wrong day. At least you got your tootsies trimmed, learned the name of a new ailment, and got your dinner eaten before doing the neuropathic mambo. Im trying to look on the bright sight of whoopsiedangleploppery.

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    • And a gooight sight of Looking on the bruight side of Whoopsiedangleploppery! I love that twist-name, I’ll use it if I may later on, mate!
      Got soaked again today, and the Physio session, was the oddest one yet. I’ve not been back long, I’m going to get the blog updated… if I can stay awake, as the Asda (Walmart) delivery is coming late on.
      TTFN Sir, cheers!.

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