Inchcock Today – 11-12th December 2019:

1 Dec 11

Wed-Thurs 11th-12th December 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 11eg – Dydd Iau 12fed Rhagfyr 2019

1500hrs: Wednesday 11th December: I was feeling pretty rough, bilious, and Dizzy Dennis was visiting me regularly. I got sat down, too weary and shaking a bit, to have anything to eat.

I sprang awake around 17:00hrs, in need of a wee-wee. I utilised the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), an SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) variety. And realised that apart from the Dennis and the wobbles, I was feeling a good bit better than I did when I got my head down. So I thought I’d get on the computer, to do a bit on this blog. So when it goes down tomorrow, I’ll not be so far behind when and if it comes back on again after the maintenance work.

I poddled into the kitchen, with Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna being kind to me. The stubbed toe and Duodenal; Donald were a little bothering, but not bad by any means! I hobbled back almost quickly, to fetch the camera when I saw the evening skyline, to take these snaps.

4Thu03

WDPh 01WD 0.0.128A I got back with a mug of tea, to the computer, and made a start, but the keyboard would not let me use the arrow keys. Grumph! I changed the batteries and cleaned it up, and tried again, but no go, now it was sticking every few words I typed! I decided, bravely I thought, to try and get the new keyboard and mouse set up. The bit of 4Thu04paperwork that came with it was ridiculously small! I put the glasses next to them in this photograph, so you can see the size, or lack of size, of the font, used! The new keyboard letters show you how minuscule the printed matter really was! Impossible to read at all! But the advice given me from my cyber-mate in New Mexico was consulted. The thing to plug into the computer was a bit much for the old fart, and I just did not know which hole it should go into!

WDP 02lbWD 0.0.128A So, I gave up. I’ll ask someone tomorrow for guidance. I got the black bags and was taking them out, and knocked on neighbour Malcolm’s door, to ask if he knew about the computer needs. He said he’d wait, while I took the bags, and he did, bless him. But, on my way back and getting into the flat, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis both had a go at me! Poor Malc was taken aback by it! Mind you, so was I!

WDP 4GLWD 0.0.128A The chap spent ages trying to get it sorted, without any success. He checked the batteries in both machines, they were alright. He son found the right slot for the card to go in on the computer for me. Then, the Norton came up with a message, telling me it needed to restart the computer, to enable it to solve a problem? I made the box small, down to the tray to sort out the current problems first. Malcolm tries to read the print on the leaflet, but there was no chance. Everything should be working, and when he turned the keyboard on, the green light kept going off. Not that it was working with the light lit or off! He advised me to ring Amazon in the morning. But the green light kept disappearing each time after a few seconds. Oh, dearie me! I thanked him for his time and effort, and off he trotted.

WDP 001 LaWD 0.0.128A I opened the Norton box, and clicked on Yes! The computer closed and opened, and I was presented with having to sign in again! Of course, I put in the wrong password, so had to press the Having Difficulty button, and go through a right palava! They sent an email with how to reset the password. The neurotransmitters sensory nerve-damaged fingertips were making mistakes all the time… I was getting all het-up, and Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun kept putting in an appearance. Gawd knows how, but I got it finished and then realised, I’d just used the keyboard!

So, I got on with this blog, before trying a restart again, praying that the keyboard would start again this time… Fingers crossed, here goes… Phew! All working!

This keyboard has things in different places, it’ll take a while to get used to. Too late for me to do any graphicalisationing now!

As I stood up to leave the computer, Dizzy Dennis had another little go at me.

Then I got settled in the second hand, c1968, recliner and began to watch a film on the TV. At the first commercial break, I nodded off.

Nice!


1 Dec 12

2019 ttDec 14

Thursday 12th December 2019

Hungarian: 2019. December 12, Csütörtök

5Fri01

01Dec 12

WDP10L02R WD 200.0.0 I woke-up, remembered I’d not emailed Jane & Pete about not coming, it was election day, the stomach was grinding away. Dizzy Dennis was affecting me even as I was laid-out on the £300 second-hand, rusty, rickety, sometimes working, ramshackle recliner. I was sweating with almost slimy skin. Coughing and Tight Chest Charlie was back again.

As soon as I rearranged parts of the gruesomely flabby bouncing stomached body to get up, Arthur Itis kicked into a pain-giving mode, and I needed a wee-wee! The balance wasn’t outstanding as I made my way to the wet room. Considering that I had nothing to eat or drink last night, the wee-wee surprised me with being of the LHLBS (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting-Splashback) mode.

4Thu09

Off to the kitchen, and got the kettle on. Got the handwashing, done, wrung and hung to dry. Took the medications, rubbed in some Phorpain Gel on the knees. I got the kettle boiling again, and almost retook the pills, Phew! That was close.

WDP 02LWD 200.0.0 Off to the Porcelain Throne. Another just-in-time visit! I mentioned earlier about my not feeling too good, and having no nosh last night, so where the megaton-torpedo I passed came from, I don’t know? Painful, messy, but no bleeding. I wonder if there is an institute or help-line on this subject? Hahaha! Got a wash and contact points antisepticised, and to the kitchen and replaced the tea that had gone cold replaced.

To the computer, to update and start today’s on the same draft or draught, I think? The new keyboard was catching me out a bit here and there. (A lot really, with the Autonomic nerves putting in their half-penn’orth, and Succades Sandra blinking and twitching all over the room) it was a hard slog to get done).

I went to make another brew and got sorting the bags of treats for Sister Jane & Pete in the kitchen. As I was brewing, I snapped the morning moon when it came out.

WDP 4RWD 200.0.0 WD 200.0.0A Back to the wet room for a wee-wee, and what a release it was. A BOBSLTTFY (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived-Then-Trickling-For-Yonks) type. By the time I had finished, I’d forgotten what I was going to do next! Humph! Then, it had to happen, of course, I turned away from the bowl, and stubbed my toe on the metal raiser-legs, this caused a slight loss of balance. So,l I picked up the body-spray can, the Germoloid tube, the crossword book and dermatitis cream. The pen, I’ll have a look for again later on. Schlemiel!

WDP 13LI pressed on with the blogging. But, no time for any graphicalisationing yet, time to get the ablutionalisationing done.

WD 200.0.0 Well, well, well, and by gum, that was a record session. Unfortunately, for dropsies. I’m finding it hard to think of something that I didn’t drop! Cut shaving, banged my shoulder on the hand-rail, and hit my forehead on the doorframe. Ah, well! The legs still looked a little pot-marked.

I got the black bag made up and a recycling big box (keypad set carton) to go down with me. I dropped them off and Stewart came to give me a hand. Then I continued to the Polling station, which was in the Winwood Court big social room, but blocked off, and access was via the fire escape outside. So, out I went in the cold, and it was cold too! I was going to take a photo of the iced-up car windows, but I’d not taken the camera with me. Shlimazel.

5Fri004WD 200.0.0A I got out, shivered and coughed, then to the polling area fire-escape door entrance. And proceeded to trip-up over the raised step while manoeuvering the three-wheeler and my bulk into the place! Tsk! A lady election aficionado came to my assistance. We had a laugh, which did not go down too well with other pollster-voters behind me, so I buttoned the lip.

On the way back to the flat, I called in the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators) holding cell and interview room, office. Mini-natter, and out and on back to the apartment. The sneezing started again.

Got in and made a brew. Got the handwashing done, wrung and hung. Then got on CorelDraw to at last try to make some graphics. Minutes later, Sister Jane rang, they (Jane & Pete) were on their way. (And, she said, bringing back with them, what bit is left of the valuables and money that xyrophobia-suffering, lock-breaking, ‘Have-it-away-if-yer-not-looking’, drone user, Brother-in-Law Pete lifted from the flat while I was in the hospital.)

Jane & Pete arrived. Despite fears of my passing on germs to them, we had a super visit. Many laughs, reminiscences and three-way gossiping. I was a bit wonky in balance, but it didn’t phase anyone. (Looking back, I was a little ashamed that I didn’t make them a brew, Tsk!)

They had been in touch with Pete Chambers & Tammy in Hong Kong. On WhatsApp? For some reason, they do not use email or Facebook. Jane showed me some great photo’s they’d sent. I asked Pete if he could send them to me on email, which he did later. Here they are:

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4Thu10Great photo’s, taken by their daughter Debbie. Got me feeling a touch sad at my not seeing them for real, but glad to see them doing well.

Pete fetched the partial-remainder of the stolen loot and valuables from his car. By Gawd, he’d been spending! Hehe!

He told me to keep them safe and insisted on his knowing where I was putting them. Making sure he knew how to gain access to them, for when I kick the bucket. I handed the treats carrier bags over to Pete. They were both heavy, the booze you see, without Wine, they get very morose. Hehehe

A few hours later, and they went off to visit another relative, in Mapperley. I got my coat on and joined them, intending to walk to the Doctor’s to book an appointment to tell Dr Vindla about the Saccades Sandra, biliousness and the increased Dizzy Dennis problems.

They let me check the flat unhindered, as I looked at taps, lights etc. to be on the safe side. (I may have OCD?)

4Thu12Then, half-way along Chestnut Walk in the rain, I was getting sodden wet through and chickened out of going on the hobble. I told Jane, we said our farewells and I got back inside, through the Winwood Court entrance, along the link passage, and into Woodthorpe Court. Up to the flat, and dried off! More stuff on the airers to dry!

I got the meal made and served up. I must cut down on the cheesy-potatoes, God they make the washing up a hard job! Haha!

4Thu11The Aldi smoked chicken slices were great. Tomatoes a little bland, but then again, they are out of season and Spanish so what should I have expected. The garden peas with demerara sugar were superb tasting. The beetroots well cooked and not too hard. The Morrison Cox’s apples were bruised and soft though. The cheesy-spuds were okay, but I’d not mixed them enough. Overall, a flavour rating of 7/10.

5Fri003 WD 200.0.0 I was doing the washing up and had to nip to the toilet. The wee-wee was a long one of the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) variety. And Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding. So, a clean-up and the application of the Germaloid Cream was needed. The legs looked a bit easier blotch-wise.

WD 200.0.0 When I got back to the kitchen, I found that I had left the hot water tap running again! Whatta-Plonker! Finished the pot-washing, moved the handwashing to the airer, passed-wind, and got settled in the rickety recliner.

Where I spend hours, mind-musing, recalling memories of my youth, fretting over the Saccades Sandra problem, coughing, regretting, bemoaning, sneezing, stewing over failures, regretting decisions and routes taken, and at some time, I must have nodded off!

 

8 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – 11-12th December 2019:

  1. That was sure a lot of trouble with the keyboard and mouse. But that seems to be the nature of plug and play, and plug and pray. Once you find the hole to plug, there’s a lot of praying that has to go on. It gets very annoying. Half of my job as Directory of Information Technology is performing voodoo on hardware and software. A little fillet of a fenny snake, eye of newt, toe of frog, wool of bat, tongue of dog, adder’s fork, a blind-worm’s sting, lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing go a long way to solving technical problems.

    With all the AI they use for surveilling, hacking, making deep fake videos and general cyber criminality, you would think they could easily make plug and play devices that work seamlessly, systems you could choose to your likely, and Internet that worked well, and generally make people happy. But no! Why waste perfectly good artificial intelligence on practical services, when they can use AI to make our lives miserable?

    Nice you had a good time with Jane & Pete. Did they discover anything from Pete’s PET scan?

    Besides getting wet and all that, you made a very well arranged, good looking dinner. 70 on the taste scale is a bit disappointing. Legs are still looking very art worthy.

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    • Plug & Pray, I wished I’d thought of that one.
      Love the job description, Tim! Hahaha!
      I’m still feeling a bit miffed about the keyboard and key farago. And hoping it keeps working, cause I have no idea how I got it workingin the first place! (Layman’s terms).
      Pete’s going in today. He’s to have a Cat Scan this time. Then they are to take a scraping of his, I’ve forgot now where from, but its near the top of his bottom, nasty, painful procedure they warned him. The lads not had a lot of physical pain before, so he’s not looking forward to it. I’ll tell him to ask if they can transfer it to me. Haha!
      No, the pins were a bit, almost normalish, but then again, knowing the utter crap the Tate has paid for, it might be that they see it and make me an offer? No, maybe not.
      I could do with some extra, then I can afford a cleaner top make life easier? Maybe a bit of hanky-panky… No, I’m beoing rediculous now! Haha!
      TTFNski, Sir!

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  2. “Always simple and stupid” is my experience with technology. Perhaps “always simple if I weren’t stupid” covers it, too, like the time I went days without television after contacting the manufacturer’s help line (wasting an hour for nothing), the cable service (who made an appointment for a technician to come up to my place to try to figure the problem out), and, minutes before the technician arrived, discovering in the small type and ambiguous illustration of where to plug the cable on the instructions I’d plugged the cable into the slot below the one where I was supposed to plug it. Instant television once I moved the b-=cable to the right slot!

    Of course, I felt really stupid when the technician arrived. He (probably a weary warrior familiar with technology-challenged elders…) was understanding and went ahead and checked my cable signal, saying that was SOP regardless of whether the customer figured a problem out or not. Probably a good idea in case the problem returned. “Yeah, that’s the guy who plugs cables into the wrong slot. Start with that when he calls again. It’ll save you hours.”

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