Inchcockski Today – Monday 18th November 2019: A labyrinthine of insipidness, and caring people today ♥

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Monday 18th November 2019

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01:05hrs: I woke, immediately cognizant of how tired and drained I felt. At first, I thought I must have nodded off for a few minutes and woken, but no! I’d had my head down and been in the land of nod for about six hours or more! (I’d fallen asleep watching the England v Kosova football match) Almost unheard of before for me, but clinomania began to develop. Gawd-blimey, I felt so drained and tuckered tired!

As I was climbing out of the £300 second-hand, horrendously-beige-coloured, c1968, sometimes working, but not today recliner, 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). I felt the over-eager desire for the Porcelain Throne developing from within. It was so urgent, it may not have been eschatological, but still needed my best of physical efforts to get to the wet room in time.

WDP09LWD 0.0.255 The evacuation started before I had settled on the Throne. Luckily I managed to desticate the situation just in time to avoid an embarrassing predicament. A very similar to the last three days, almost getting familiar sounds and sensations followed: Pain, ‘Kerplunk’ followed my some final odds and ends splashing, and an airing of a relief receptive “Ahhh!” But I was not going to get caught out again, I remained seated and waited for the sudden trickling of the wee-wee to arrive, late as has been its habit recently. It did and was even longer but weaker than of late. I was on the verge of reaching for the crossword book when it stopped. Cleaning things up after the session, I came across a real worry, the bleeding was thick, deep red and a fair dollop of it. This was not from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, far too dark a colour. I will have to find time to get to see the quack about this. All cleaned up.

1Mon 01I went to the kitchen and moved some of last night’s handwashing about from hangers to airers.

Got the kettle on, made a brew and took the medications. I still keep thinking I’ve missed some off since they stopped so many of the tablets. This reminded me of the drop-dead gorgeous Polish phlebotomy nurse calling this morning, and, correspondingly, I cheered 1Mon07up a bit at the thought.

Thinking of appointments, I got onto the computer and checked the Google Calendar to see what’s coming. Mmm, a busy three days, no wonder I can’t get anything done is it? Tsk!

It would take too long to record all of the following wee-wees, suffice to say that they were frequent and all of the RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) style. Humph!

I got the Sunday post completed and sent off. Then went on the WordPress Reader, then got caught up with the TFZer Facebooking.

WDP11LPattie 01cWD 0.0.255 I went to make another brew of tea. All went well until I moved the mus tp ner the fridge to get the milk out, and the failed neurotransmitters caused me to lose all sense of contact and I dropped the milk on the floor, some milk escaped and ended up on the tiles! I believe I may have said something to the tune of “Oh, fancy that!” At least I chose the Arla milk carton. If I’d picked the glass sterilised milk bottle, I’d have been in a right pickle having to clean-up the glass. Not that clearing up the Arla lactose-free milk was a doddle. It didn’t half make the floor sticky! I ended up having to get down on my knees and use the cleaning rag and copious amounts of kitchen towels to get it sorted. Naturally, the getting back up again started the Arthur Itis knees and Back-Pain Brenda off! Defcon level 3 engaged!

Now in a bad mood as well as feeling tired, I made for the computer, to make a start on this blog. But the peripheral Neugalgia was still bothersome on and off. Errors made typing was increasing as was the correctional activity. And my temper and annoyance at the ailments!

My lack of patience, and rattiness, I suppose, made me give up, and (carefully, cautiously) make another brew and watch some YouTube clips. I was getting into a ‘Fed-Up-Mode’!

Josie called and returned the dinner things, saying she enjoyed it and I was spoiling her! Coy-Mode-Engaged!

Off to get the ablutions done:

WD 0.0.255 WDP 13elSuccess Rating;

  • Dropsies: 8 (9 if you include falling off of the sock-glide) Haha!
  • Shaving Cuts: 0 ☑
  • Got under Shower – left sink with tap running.
  • 1Mon09Flooded, drain not coping: 1
  • Sink drain-plug-hole not working. 1
  • Sock-Glide-Battle: I lost on points
  • Stubbings: Stubbed my toe getting the metal shower chair wiped. 1

WDP 08LIt took me over an hour to get the water to drain away, then the water closet failed to work when after I’d taken a wee-wee!

1Mon09bAfter a considerable about of blind-faith and guessing at it, it worked again! Smug-Mode-Assimilated!

Then, with the partial but doubtful success of my getting the flushing returned, I tackled something that has been nagging at me for weeks – cleaning the electric fire that I cannot afford to use, frontage cleaned. I was so proud after getting looking half-decent!

WDPright03WD 0.0.255 But could I get back up on my feet again? No! No matter how I tried. Starting with the physio’s advice, tried my own ways, went back to the physio mark two advice… and the day was saved! The intercom went off and it was the super-beautiful Polish phlebotomy nurse. I got to the intercom on my knees and used the stick to press the button to let her in. Using the sides of hallway’s walls, I was determined not to look a fool in front of the oh so delectable delicious nurse, and I was back up on my feet!

WDP 11kL1Mon09aThe laughed when I told her. The blood was taken with no external bleeding.

She even rang the Sherwood Health Centre for me and made an appointment for me. She’s too good to and for me, and I love it, and her!

She left, I cried, and then pulled myself together, made a brew, took a rather appealing photo of the view of the very almost cold sunshine outside, that did look pretty beautiful all the same.

1Mon10

Then got on with some updating on here, and put the appointment the Angel of Mercy had made for me, onto the Google Calendar.

Then on impulse and partly because I now had none left, I decided to catch the bus into Arnold and get some haemorrhoid cream!

A bit of a rush to get to the bus stop, I briefly called into the ILC’s Independent Living Coordinators for older and vulnerable customers, holding and interrogation office. Who, according to Nottingham City Homes, promote the general wellbeing of tenants in our schemes. They will encourage the development of a supportive environment where social activities are encouraged within the context of respecting individual privacy and promoting independence. Undertaking home visits with our tenants to ensure that the health and wellbeing of residents remain at the forefront of the service area. Possessing experience of managing a diverse workload with conflicting priorities, They have the knowledge and understanding of the needs of older and vulnerable people, providing a primary point of contact for tenants in a given location. They will adopt a collaborative approach in situations where they need to refer and liaise with voluntary agencies and carers, activity coordinators, community organisations, health and social care services, emergency services, stakeholders, as well as colleagues and families of the individuals they are supporting. Good communication skills coupled with an adaptable and proactive approach to continuously improve and develop the service are essential. They have the ability to create and maintain both paper-based and computerised records, where they will accurately update tenant and scheme records, record incidents, log visits and calls, as well as records actions taken. Tact and sensitivity will be shown at all times. As well as knowledge and understanding of health and safety legislation, GDPR and safeguarding policy to ensure client safety, maintain personal information and uphold client confidentiality. They will also demonstrate the ability to make accurate and timely decisions, using their own judgement in sometimes complex situations. They will require a flexible approach to working in terms of hours and location. Just thought I’d mention it. Haha! Poor devils!

Out to the L9 stop, and listened and joined in the gossip, moans, niggles, complaints and laughter from the other tenants. Got on the bus and the crossword book out, I didn’t do very well mind.

1Mon11Dropped off in Arnold, assisted off of the bus by a complete stranger, that was nice! Thanked him, and over the road to the Wilko Store.

WD 0.0.255 Where I got conned by the pricing ticket on the shelves. There was clearly a £1 price sign uner the Germoloid Haemorrhoid cream. I was tickled pink at seeing this amazing price. Especially so cheap, and this being the best cream of them all for Harold’s Haemorrhoid treatment! Put it in the basket, and got a leach and washing-up liquid as well. To the check-out, paid without thinking, and poddled off to get the bus back home.

1Mon12Walking along High Street to the bus stop, it dawned on me. (I often get dawned-on, you know, Haha!) I’d just paid £4.39 for a 50p washing up liquid, a 49p bleach and the Germoloid cream? So how much was I robbed of for the ticketed as £1 cream! I was miffed about that! But I felt a right gullible fool at the same time. Humph!

The crossword book came out again on the bus. I got an answer in an old puzzle, I go through those I have not finished repeatedly, and getting this one, cheered me a tad. But that was it, no more success… Ah, that could be a title for my Biography? Har-har!

1Mon13Back at Winwood Heights, and got off of the bus last, another tenant offered to help me off the bus. Kind of him, but I wondered if I was looking over-pale or sickly today. Hehe!

I walked in the cold sunlight to the Winwood Court entrance on Chestnut Walk.

1Mon14From near the door, I took a photo 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! With its finger tearing metal window openings (Even a maintenance man, after being warned when he came to inspect the crumbling concrete or cement bits falling from the ceiling of the balcony, still trapped his finger in the clip, it bled, he swore… I remember it well). The only flat having an invasion of Boll-weevils! The new light & view-blocking new windows with their wide sticking out ledges, which have put an end to my being able to look down to see if a fire engine is in attendance or to take photographs straight down. The sink plug that needs unblocker put down it almost, no, every day! The water closet that (I’ve timed it!) takes 15 minutes to refill, and has cigarette burns all over it, inside and out from the previous tenants? The intercom that cannot be heard when anyone calls, not that this is crucial, cause half the time it doesn’t work anyway. The Fire Alarm that I cannot hear activating! The kindly supplied by Nottingham City Homes pillow-shaker fire alarm, that goes off more nights than not, but there is no fire. The heaters, that need a degree in engineering to manipulate… Oh, I am so sorry, I got carried away there! 

1Mon14aI turned and took a rather natty-looking as it turned out, I think, snap of part of Winwood, and a distinguished-looking Winchester Court.

One of the surviving trees from the upgrading process added a lovely touch I reckon! I often have a chat with it as I pass by, you know!

1Mon15As got inside and popped into the Wardens Holding Cells. There were all three ILC’s all together, which is a rarity, so I took a picture of them and handed some nibbles out. Left to right, they are, Julie (Winchester Court), Deana (Woodthorpe Court), New Gal (Winwood Court?)

I was soon off back to flat.1Mon16

Some mail had been delivered. A PollCard for the lections on 12th December to pick some more robbing, lying, two-faced, obnoxious, uncaring set of politicians to lead the Government again. The voting is taking place in the new big social room, so I’ll have less walking to get to it this year, Haha! And another letter from the Police, cause I had forgotten to reply to their original letter about the Pegasus updating. I must get some help with this.

1Mon16aI got the three items purchased put away, leaving the Germoloid, the expensive Germoloids cream in the wet room. I thought about the nosh for a while as I made a brew and took the medications.

The sky was so bright and very misleading from indoors. Looking out at the admittedly 1Mon18beautiful sky, it appeared as if it was all warm out there. In reality, when I opened the window to take this photographicalisation on the right, I took it sharpishly, cause the cold coming in through the opening, almost made me jump! Low clouds, I wonder what that means? Rain? No, surely not.

I decided on one of the Roast Vegetable Risotto meal and planned it in fine detail (Oh yes, I was determined to get it right!) I got the tray in the oven cooking, set the timer for 15 minutes, got some caramelised gravy made. Added some cut-up tomatoes, and got it in the pan heating up. The timer rang, and I got the tray out of the kiln, added the sourdough baguette, gravy and tomatoes, mixed it all up, and back into the oven for another 15 minutes on high. Fanny Craddock? Gordon Ramsay? Galloping Gourmet? Huh! Hahaha! But I was not over-confident really and feared this might turn out to be a bit of a disaster. But I am known for my being on the horns of a dilemma, shilly-shallying, iffyness, panicky-moments, nervousness, lacking confidence and hesitancy. Not to mention my hypomnesia, wool-gathering, absentmindedness and moments of puerile-obliviousness. I think that covers it.

1Mon19I made a bit of a mess serving up the meal, but after smelling and seeing it, I left the cleaning up until later and got on and took the meal on the tray into the front room to feast on.

WDP09LWD 0.0.255 Argh! Again, (Unbelievable!) I just got sat down, tray on knees and was about to take my first forkful of fodder – And the landline rang and flashed at me! Grumph & Grobble-ackers! It was a call from the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thromboembolism Clinic, (A mouthful that!) with the new Warfarin doses. Current NR level was down to 1.7, so the new doses will be 2½ today, and 2 every other day. I thanked the lady. I’d taken the med’s early already, so just took another Warfarin straight away.

Then, back to the dining. A veritable, tasty feasting was had! 9/10 for the Taste-Rating!

I got the things washed up from the cooking and did the handwashing. Then settled down to watch an Auf Wiedersehen Series one DVD. I got through the first episode well enough and enjoyed it. During the second one, I drifted off into what I thought was a deep sleep.

WD 0.0.255 But, when I sprang awake a couple of hours later, there were signs of nocturnal nibbling having taken place, all around me. Guilty! Crumbs (Likely from the Mannen lemon wafers), and the odd half-a-peanut here and there! Also, as I moved to get up for a wee-wee, I found a teaspoon, where a teaspoon should not have been! That made my eyes water!

To the wet room, with comparative ease, Arthur Itis was being kind to me, although a ne pain had developed on top of the left foot, a bit of a mystery that one? The wee-wee turned out to be of the URP (Ultra-Resistant-Painful) mode.  

1Mon20I cleaned up nocturnal-nibbling residue from around the recliner and decided to make a brew.

I noticed the red sky on the horizon and took a shot of it.

I made the tea, returned to the TV and turned back the DVD to watch the missed part of the episode… Zzzz! (No DVD, No tea! Hehe!)