Inchcockski – Tuesday 3rd December 2019:

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Tuesday 3rd December 2019

Hungarian: 2019. December 3-án, Kedden

01Dec 03

WDPT06LWD 20.20.20 23:10hrs: I woke in desperate need of the Porcelain Throne. Nothing unusual there, but how I rose from the recliner and got to the wet room so fast, I can’t recall or understand, I’m just glad I did it. Once again, only just in time! But it was a worrying evacuation. So much blood from the rear end, not messy at all, no excessive pain either, in fact far less than of late. The volume of the released material was just as ginormous. As it has been regularly for the past week or so. Also, no wee-weeing afterwards, that’s not happened in weeks?

I got things, and myself cleaned up and off to the kitchen. Moved the handwashing onto the airers, they were still extremely wet for some reason? (Most likely the failing sensory Neurotransmitters, were not telling the brain the fingers were gripping to weakly?) I got the saucepan on and took the medications. Made a brew, and carried it to the computer area with me, and set to updating the Monday post. Within an hour and a half, I had taken four wee-wees and had two more mugs of tea! All of the wee-wees were of the slightly more forceful LSDOP (Long-Strong-Drawn-Out-Painful) mode?

I remembered the Iceland food delivery is due today. The urge for another mug of tea kept returning, and I was forever going to the kitchen to make the tea, and stopping at the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), so much so, that it needed emptying and sanitising! While on one of these trips, it dawned on me what had happened.

WDPT05LWD 20.20.20 I had unthinkingly and credulously, forgot to remove the flipping Furosemide, (loop diuretic [water pill]) tablet from the dose-bubble. Which I have been daily for months now, but not this morning! No wonder I’m leaking so often! Haha! This means I shall not be able to get to Arnold and Asda (Walmart), to get the kettle or headphones, for fear of getting caught-out while nowhere near a toilet! I’ll see how it goes, if I can stop the intake of fluid (tea), the urinary demands just might lessen, enough to risk going out. I can hope and do!

Finally, I got the Monday’s Inchcock today finalised 2Tue02aand sent off to WordPress. I sent some pictures to Pinterest. Then went on the WordPress Reader, some cracking stuff on there this morning. Then went on catching-up with the TFZer Facebooking. The wee-weeing was still regular, Tsk!

After resisting the urge for a cuppa for several hours, I weakened. I took two photographs from the unwanted and unliked newish kitchen windows. The worst ones I’ve ever taken, since the stroke! Terrible, blurry, horrible efforts.

The ablutions will need doing shortly. Before the Iceland food arrives.

2Tue03I went to do the handwashing, and the incredible sky changes were taking place. A reddish glow from the rising sun behind the flats kept changing the scene. Into an almost Walt Disney cartoon colouration.

Not a good picture but I took a quick snap of the view.

2Tue04At last, the wee-wees abated. Phew!

STripped for the ablutions, and found the Clopidogrel about the same, the Varicose and spider veins a lot less prominent. Rheumatoid Arthur Itis was giving me some bother, of course, he would. Haha!

2Tue04aWD 20.20.20A After the session, with the usual few dropsies, I took on the painful challenge with my beloved sock-glide, of getting the extra-long bamboo socks on! A struggle that left me with several bruises on the fingers and knees. Hah, well! I’m glad I did, cause they helped keep a warmer on the trip to and back from Arnold.

2Tue05WD 20.20.20 When the Iceland delivery arrived, I found another IC (Inchcock Cock-up) that I’m made. Just look at the size of the Surf liquid soap powder, that I’d bought! I took the shot of it next to a kitchen towel and the China tea mug; to show the relatively massive size of the bottle!  Another Accifauxpa!

I got things ready, and wobbled off down, out and along to the bus stop. A big crowd of Winwoodonians had gathered, and I harkened to the gossiping. The bus arrived, and Mary (Jean) and I got on the side-saddle seats and had a natter en route to Arnold. Mary gt off to go to Wilko, and I stayed on until the Asda (Walmart) store. Where I dropped off the bus and into the shop. I found the kettles and was impressed with the different choices on offer. This caused me a headache, cause I had to pick one out, my dithering and undecidedness came to the fore! I selected one, (£12) in the end but later found out I’d picked a box with a white one in it, not the grey one I thought it was. Never mind.

I went on a search for the headphones, which took me a while to find, but once I saw the dirty-great-big sign hanging from the ceiling saying ‘Headphones’, I located them. I’m quick sometimes yer know, Haha! I opted for a cheap set, that looked to be comfortable to wear, £8, then went on a hobble around the food section. Ending up at the checkout with the kettle, headphones, instant mash and some bread thins. Paying the server, but the machine kept rejecting my card? Luckily I remembered my number, and it took it then?

2Tue06Outside, I took a terrible red-eye photograph, that should have been showing the Nottinghamian pavement cyclist, but he wasn’t seeable in the photo? 

I think he was hidden behind the lady with a stick, who he’s just swerved around. Git!

2Tue07There was a good half an hour before the L9 bus was due. So, I crossed the road and had a look in the Fulton Foods Store for any bargains. But there wasn’t any! Well, there was some extra strong cheddar cheese on offer, shredded, but I had to buy two packs to get the special price. And two boxes of Cheese-Nibbles.

2Tue09I paid the lady who was talking to a friend for the whole transaction. I went outside and took this photograph to the left of the shop. The shadows cast by the strong but cold sunshine and the reflections from the glass made good photography difficult. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it, Haha!

2Tue08Then I photographed to the right. Not too many folks about, but the shops seemed to have plenty of people shoplifting in them… I mean shopping in them. (Or do I?)

The bus stop in this picture is the one I made my way to catch the L9 back to the flats. Mary was sat there when I arrived, and we nattered merrily away about nothing and even less than nothing.

WD 20.20.20 She told me that the Wilko Store she went to was closed, due to a break-in last night! Both of us had our hearing aid batteries run out! So it was a bit of a hit and miss, guessing game what the other person was saying, all the way back to the flats! I think we were both confused by that then!

I opened a box of the cheese nibbles, gave Mary one to try and had a taste myself. She liked them, I didn’t, so I gave her the two boxes. Back at the flats we both walked, in silence almost, again to Woodthorpe Court. Both of us needed to get new batteries fitted. Heh!

2Tue12When I got in the door, I found bumph on the floor. But worryingly, a note from the Phlebotomist who had called while I was out!

No one told me she was coming today, just an email from the Sherrington Park Medical Practice, Doctors Surgery receptionist, telling me she will arrange a visit for the Phlebotomist 5Fri01to call to take the blood!

WD 20.20.20 A check on that Email revealed another cock-up on my behalf! The date was given at the bottom, no timing of course. If they had written the day as well, it might have sunk in easier, but, no excuse. Self-Contempt-Mode adopted, with a twinge of shame!

2Tue10Low in spirits now. I got the NZ lamb in the oven cooking and prepped the other foods ready for the dinner. Got the fodder served up, and enjoyed a feast, but my shame at forgetting the blood Angel was niggling at me.

A flavour rating of 8/10 for the meal.

2Tue11Got the pots washed. Got the new headphones on, and settled down in the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner. Got the TV on, and the new headphones were so much louder and clearer with the new ear-set working fine! I thought, these are not comfortable at all, but I’ll get used to them in time.

I put the ‘For You’re Eyes only’ old Bond DVD on. But it wasn’t for my eyes! Zzzz!