Saturday 21st December 2019
Maori: Rāhoroi 21 Hakihea 2019
21:25hrs: I fell asleep really early, thus woke up so much earlier after five hours or so. But, I was in fine form. Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald and Arthur Itis were all in a good mood with me. Only Dizzy Dennis and Saccades Sandra bothered getting at me, but neither was precisely vicious with it. So, as the expected call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. It was a semi-sprightly (using the term in none-actual fashion, very loosely), Inchcock that made his way to the wet room, and even using the wooden walking stick, such was his imprudent, foolhardy confidence. Will he never learn!
As I made my way, the rotten mind-numbing Hum seemed louder than ever, then, I swear I could hear a noise, like someone gargling loudly? But, the need for the evacuation took priority.
And oh, dearie me! The session went well, but the blood that flowed onto the toilet paper, frit me a bit. I shall have to go see the doctor about this. There was too much haemoglobin, and it was deep crimson, not the usual Harold Haemorrhoid red. This took the edge off of my rare bout of self-confidence! So much so, that when I’d cleaned up and medicated myself, I swapped the wooden, for the metal four-pronged stick.
Which was a miracle really? I was on my way into the kitchen, and very sillily and presumptuously used my right hand to grab the kettle with. The sensory nerves died, the pot flew, I nearly caught it and managed to prevent my going down on the deck because I had the right walking stick with me! By changing the sticks, I avoided a potentially right-serious Accifauxpa! Of course, it didn’t help the kettle lid from being broken-off when it hit the floor. So, I might be in trouble for the noise later on.
I thought, ‘It’s going to be one of those days, is it!’ After such a good start as well, Humph!
I got the broken kettle plugged, and notwithstanding the loose, hanging off lid; it began to heat up. So, not all bad luck then, after all! A bit of a mixture really! I belatedly got the tablets for Thursday night taken. Then I made the brew. Regrettably, I needed a wee-wee. And it was of a brand-new to me, style one! I’ve given the acronym of a TBKIWAWBC (The-Bladder-Know-It-Wants-A-Wee-But-Can’t) I waited and waited. Finally, a few fluid ounces painfully made it. Tinkle-dribble, all done! However, on the bright side, Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding. My lucks all up and down this morning, innit?
So, I had to make a fresh mug of tea, to replace the one that had gone cold while I was busy failing to wee-wee!
I went to get the computer going and realised I must have ricked my back during the kettle kerfuffle, for as I sat down on the swivel chair, Back-Pain-Brenda kicked off! Glory be, I’m such a lucky, fortunate Alter cocker! Am I not? Humph! I wonder what the number is for the Samaritans? Hehehe, only joking!
I rose with a mild Argh! And went to take a Codeine 30g, to ease the back pain, and took the morning meds at the same time. Then the bladder told me I needed to pass water. I spent another ten-minutes before giving up. Another new name, this was an ANGWW style, (A-No-Go-Wee-Wee)! Everything, seem to be going all wrong, well, out of sync, sort of oppugnant and discordant today? If it’s go-wrongable, it appears to be doing just that!
Well, sod-me! Can you really believe what has happened, unbelievable, inapposite? But it fits in with my pathetically congruent existence, I suppose. I wonder if Mr Fries is bothered at all? Nae, can’t see that! I just wrote the above passage, then turned on the computer, and…
Even an old experienced bad-luck coping nebekh like me has his limits, you know, Lord! Can’t you tell me what I’ve done wrong to deserve all this catastrophe, affliction, pain, ailments, mental torture, lousy luck, hassle, failure, frustration, and depression? Please! Unless of course, I was Stalin, Ho Chi Min, Attila the Hun, Hitler or I sired David Cameron, in a previous life? In that case, I can understand, mind, fair enough. Thank you.
I waited, rebooted but nop luck. So I did the handwashing, then back to the computer and it was going, although slowly. I cracked on with the first Friday funny blog. ‘Inchcock’s wobble to Nottingham, in the rain. A big un! Took me ages to get the rhyming anywhere near what I wanted, but I still enjoyed doing it. Then, I got the Inchcock Today for Friday finished off. It’s all hard work today!
Put some pictures on Pinterest. Then I went on the WordPress Reader section. A lot of decent stuff on there as well. Then the TFZer Facebooking. I always love going on there.
Then the stomach started hurting along with Back-Pain Brenda. I was a touch nervous about this development, so I went to the WC straight away. Well, the innards told me that I needed another heavy-duty session, but nothing came nor could be cajoled. The wee-wee was a minuscule trickle. What’s going on with things today? I took a Furesomide water tablet.
I went to make a brew. And while the injured (not fatal yet) kettle was boiling, I opened the unwanted, unliked, light & view-blocking, thick-famed, impossible to reach for cleaning new kitchen window, and took three photos across the view left to right. I would have liked top take panorama shot, but taking these are no longer viable, with the myasthenia gravis and peripheral neuropathy, it is sad, but I can longer make them, the hands and arm just will not allow me to make them. This is a disappointment to me. But has to be lived with and accepted. At least I can do some ordinary photographicalisationing, even if it sometimes takes a lot of tries to get them right.
It’s a damned good job we don’t need the rolls of films like we used to have to use, otherwise, I’d be bankrupt! Hehehe!
The stomach started off again, same procedure, the innards telling me I needed a heavy-duty evacuation. Off to the wet room, I wobbled. No movement again, but I think the usually accompanying wee-wee, lasted a bit longer this time, for about three seconds! Gawd, neither end wants to work, now! Haha! Might as well laugh about it, I’ll have another, Har-har!
I took a shot of the pins to see hope they looked. Well, not the prettiest that they had been before. But not the worst either. The fluid seems to be building up again… fool me! It should be expected with no wee-weeing worth mentioning, shouldn’t it?
I still can’t understand it you know. These art galleries pay for things like a pile of bricks, or a banana on a bit of cardboard, but here is true art as far as I’m concerned. If they paid me for monthly pictures, they would ever get them looking the same, live-art! I’d settle for far less than the pillock who got fame out of putting some house-bricks on the floor did! I’m not jealous you understand, just because he got paid so much, oh, no! Well, yes, I am! Hehehe!
Time to get some graphicalisationing done. I’ve done selfies to use for the Little Inchcock faces on the blogs. I’ll get them resized and saved first. During which I had two wee-wees, of the style VSHS (Very-Short-Hosepipelike-Sensationless) mode. So the Furesomide must be working.
I spent many hours just to catch up with the graphic-making for the next few days. I was well shattered and tired by the time I got them made and felt too done-in to make the drafts. Closed everything down, and got the nosh prepared, and that took me ages, too! But it was worth it, a rather special nosh this turned out to be. I big one and I gobbled the lot of it on my knee in the recliner! Then destroyed the mandarin yoghourt.
Cheesy potatoes, smoked haddock, cod battered fish fingers, beetroot, tomatoes and canned garden peas with demerara sugar and salt.
Doing the washing up, was a mammoth task, with the cheese and fish bits sticking to everything, and I was really ready to sit and dose while watching the TV by then. There were three Devils Kitchens programmes on channel 47, I thought I’d try to stay awake to watch.
The rain, well drizzle, was safely outside.
Fatigued, I got settled in the xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he stole my valuables, recliner.
I recall the start of the first programme, then the wee-wee frenzy began! Gawd knows how many times I had to struggle out of the recliner to use the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket). After a couple of hours or so, the painless USS (Urgent-Sharp-Short) wee-wees ceased as suddenly as they started?
The up and down wee-weeing routines had added to my weariness. The last kitchen episode was just starting on the TV. I was determined to watch at least this last one! But at the first set of commercials, the self-mind-storming starting! The concentrating, unwilling as it was, on the thought-storm took away any idea was watching or listening to the box. The fears, angst, worries, fretting, and overwrought emotions captured my mind, and my cherophobic and euphobia were brought to light for me to panic over. I became apprehensive, in a state of agitation for ages. Of course, the brain just skipped over each problem or fear, on to the next. Old failings, wrong decisions and routes I’d taken. From nowhere, a smidgen of an unexpected resolution came to me. “What the hell are you doing Inchcock?”
It was well-passed my getting up time before I nodded off!
Then had to get up repeatedly when the wee-wees returned! Curmudgeonly-Mode-Engaged!
23:15hrs: I stirred, feeling shivery, cold and yet sweating? Realising almost immediately, 
I don’t like getting mail, it’s very rarely good nows, if ever! One letter was from Severn Trent, informing me of there working on the water supply again, from 6th to the 16th of January. The second letter, from Nottingham City Homes. Telling me; Your requested maintenance work to be carried out at your home. We will be coming to carry out repairs on 20th January 2020, between 08:00 > 12:30hrs. 
Now, being as they have not mentioned what repairs they are coming to do, I’m not sure if they are coming to look at the blocked WC, the leaking hot water tap, or the deadly (finger-tearing and bruising) metal spring lock on the unwanted and unliked balcony? So, I’d better get the removal men in and empty the kitchen, wet room and front room… well, the apartment, so the things don’t get in their way? Could be expensive, this! I put them in the Google Calendar – in hopes that Liberty-Global Virgin Media boss, Mike (I’m paid over $17m salary, so sod internet users) Fries, lets me get access to it. 
Ablutions tackled. Now here this… only three dropsies! Yee-Ha! 
and took the waste bags to the chute, before venturing down to Windwood Court and the Obersturmbannfhreress Warden’s holding cell. On the way through the link passage, the weather looked ominous – Rain, rain and rain! Tsk! 
I was almost reluctant to get up after a few minutes. But the missing the bus would have been the result, had I stayed any longer, in the warmth and comfort of Winwood Court. 
Out to the crowded bus shelter, to join the others. You can see the ‘Bookies Nightmare’ and my neighbour Malcolm, entertaining the females. He does is so well, and is a much admired and thought of bloke. Makes yer sick! Just cause he’s younger than me, more prosperous, better looking. Tsk! Hehehe! He’s a great character really and of a helpful nature. Christine, Penny and Mary Jean amongst others.
Back at the flats, Mary and I got off last with of wheelers and went into the building through Winchester Court, to get out of the rain quicker. Through the link passages back to the cold Woodthorpe Court. 
Having the ready-made BLT sandwich, roast onions, pork pie, tomatoes, beetroot, things on sticks (can’t remember the name now), and sliced apple. A Limoncello dessert, and fresh orange juice. By Jiminy, it was good! A flavour rating of 9/10 for this one. It went down a treat. Mind you, I’d been up for about fifteen hours 
by then, so hunger must have played a part in my enjoying it so much. Haha! 
The overcharging food stalls, cooking their repast, 
The Nottingham Slab Square, 
I entered the premises, soaking wet,
Paid-up, and out into the rain again,
On to South Parade,
I took a photo, down Exchange Walk,
I crossed to the other side of Long Row,
I was well wet, and a little cold,
T’was bleak on Queen Street, waiting for the L9, 
And the hands didn’t look very fine!
The bus arrived, and it brought on a smile, 
Then the stomach rumbled, and a slight ‘Pwlumph’ from the rear end, (emitting an immediate foully odious aroma) signalled a need of the Porcelain Throne instead. I grabbed the walking stick, got the slippers on and trotted (well, hobbled), to the wet room. I wish I’d had time to take the camera with me now. As I was settling on the raised seat, I opened the dressing gown at the same time. Lost my balance and proceeded to knock the following (there may have been more) items off of the floor cabinet: Body spray, Germoloid tube, the P
I carried out evacuation; which went well, apart from a fair bit of bleeding. And set to picking up the dislodged items. I noticed the bruises on my leg from last night’s rather vicious Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dance, but they were not bad at all. One behind and one in front as best I could tell. Then I got the camera to take a shot of it. Otherwise, the legs looked much better than of late. In fact, looking now closer at the front mark, it may not be a bruise at all, looks more like a Clopidogrel papule to me. But I could be wrong, I sometimes am, well quite often… okay, I’m usually wrong!
Washed up, and to the kitchen. Got the kettle on then took this ‘Aperture Priority’ photo of the view outside.
I took a photographicalisation from the unwanted, thick-framed, light & view-blocking kitchen window, of the morning view, it looked a little misty out there.
So, I wandered back into the kitchen and took another shot of morning view. Ah, it looks like the fog is clearing already, getting ready to let the rain through? According to Google, it’s going to be showers, all through the day today. 
Pinterest, the need for another wee-wee arose. Anticipating yet another BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode, I was taken aback a bit by the unexpected ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) style. But, worse than that, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding. I’d no Corticosteroid cream left, but found some Daktacort to use. It stings more and is less effective at stemming the flow. But, better than nothing. Excuse me a moment while I apply it. ‘Arghhh!’ All done, now. 
With rain being forecast, I decided to risk using the new three-wheeled walker-guide for the first time. I moved things needed from the old trolley. Added the fodder for the Social Club, then got dressed warmly ready for the planned hobble into Arnold. I was perhaps foolishy, intent on getting a pleasant walk in, after such a long time without having one. Which later proved not such a good idea. 
I had a perusal of the notice board and walked to and through the swipe door into the Winwood link-passage. Oh, the warmth in Winwood Court is so welcoming after coming out of the cold Woodthorpe lift foyer, very welcome. I went to the Winwood Court Social Room and put the cooked chicken and bacon on the kitchen counter. Then called at the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) Wardens as they used to be known, holding cell and interrogation office. They have cunningly installed table lights inside now, so anyone needing or foolishly wanting to talk to them, cannot tell if anyone is in or not. The main light is not on, so we can’t see if anyone is in. 
not to. Hearing aids fitted, watch on the wrist, and back down and out of the cold Woodthorpe lobby and over Chestnut Walk, tacking the gravel hill up into Woodthorpe Grange Park on my mini-hobble to Arnold. 
got on the level again, I’d be fine, and Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna would soon ease off. 
My getting to the B&M store was rather well-timed, I thought. The drizzle started just as I was limping into the shop! Hehe! 
I came out, the drizzle had stopped, and took my life into my hands crossing the road. Limped on into Arnold, calling in the Arno Hill Park to feed the ducks en route. That was fun, but getting out onto the road was not easy over the uneven ground, with the damned trolly tipping, sticking and rattling. 
I plodded on to the Fulton Foods shop, just to get some Galaxy dark milk chocolate bars with hazelnuts, at three for a quid. I got six of them. Another treat! 
I got the medications taken, put the kettle on, pondered over what meal to have. 
I made some boiled-bashed-and-roasted cheesy red Leicester potatoes with salt and butter added. Beef pattie, garden peas with demerara sugar, four large balsamic vinegar mushrooms, sliced cox’s apple, cooked beetroot and Wholemeal bread thins, buttered with sliced tomatoes and onion-salt! A most deserving Taste- Rating of 7.5/10 attained. 
over I go! Tsk! 
I made a brew and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner. To watch the DVD, that I bought months ago for £1 from the charity shop. I’ve only ever watched the original one. Thought it was rubbish, and didn’t bother with them again. So, with this cheapo set of three DVDs, I thought I’d watch the three of them. Naturally, I knew there would be no chance of my staying awake to watch one, let alone three! I got through about half-way of the film, but it was so bad and boring to me, I gave up and turned off the set. But, if I should live long enough, still plan to view the other two that I’ve not seen yet. I changed to TV mode and fell asleep within minutes.
00:15hrs: I woke up, in a lackadaisical, lethargic, incurious pococurante disposition. Possibly brought on my the dreams I’d been having? But actual facts of the dream are not recalled at all, but the mood of them, was I think, of a defeatist, negatively-fatalistic nature. 
me of upcoming annoyances. Oh, dear! 
I left the computer and went to make another brew of tea. (Yes, the thirst for tea was back again!) 
Deana called to do alarm checks. I took the opportunity to mention the WC and the leaking hot water tap to her. She kindly said she would inform the maintenance shower for me, and get back to let me know when, if, they are to arrive to sort out the situation, which she says 
is just a new washer needed.
Back up to the apartment, and got the food goods stored away. Taking a picture of the rather bleak weather on view outside.
dated 22nd Dec, bread from the trolley and said thank you. Not many folks around, I’d hoped to ask Deana about Mo and how she was, but I forgot to, and there was no one else to inquire of. The office was closed.
I got the new picker-upper from the three-wheeled trolley guide bar. It is not safe there now, with the plastic gripper having split. Tsk! I’d only had the thing for a few hours before it cracked! Botherations! 
computer, I put the picker-upperer on the airer, and gave it a try with light stuff, then had a go at picking up the tub with the Chinese salted sweet nut brittle sweets in it, that I had knocked over earlier, and fell beneath the airer. You can see how large it was in the photo, the sweet wrappers are red. It grabbed and 
lifted it alright!
I did some updating on this post for a few hours. I checked the yesterday receipts, before dishing them.
I got the meal sorted (blimey the stack of washing up top do!) 
The hassle of getting out of the £300 second-hand, c1968, disintegrating, none-working recliner, and the hobble-in-haste to the wet room, hardly seems worth the effort when I got there. The release was of the INHBBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Barely-Trickling) mode. Other than finding that Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding, so I went through the painful process of cleaning, drying, and the nasty bit, of applying the Corticosteroid cream. (I believe I just may have silently uttered something along the lines of, ‘Ouch’ at the time)
But self-righteously, smugly pleased with my bravery, I turned to go to the sink, stubbing my toe against the metal leg of the seat-raiser. (This time I did utter a naughty word!) I washed and made my way to the kitchen and got the kettle on. Moved the handwashing that I cannot recall doing last night (Dizzy Dennis & Shaking Shaun were activating then). Moved them onto the airer, took the medications, and brewed up.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Taking care to avoid any toe-stubbings! The session was quick but messy, and I have to tell you what came into my mind as I eventually flushed the cistern: It’s true, the noise it made
Ablution duties next. I think the pins (legs) looked no worse than yesterday morning. But give ’em time! The dropsies were a little more frequent today. Toothpaste, radio, shaving cream, razors (4), showerhead, carbolic soap (2), flannel (2), towel (3), Sock-glide, and alarm bracelet. 
I went to the mobility shop first, and there was a different lady serving today. A pleasant and helpful gal. She came to me and asked if she could help, I told her what I was after, and she led me to the two types of pickers they had. One of them was the same as the crap I bought last time. I pointed out the failings in them and opted for the other brand. She pointed out that it is collapsable (something else to break, I thought), and it had a retainer clip on it, so it can be attached to my walker. £15 paid, thanked her, stuck the picker-upperer on the trolley, and off I went. 
Then out and off to the Fulton Food store to see if any bargains were on offer. I met with, the names escape me, a sociable couple from the flats, and checked on the bis times with them, to get back home later. Then into the shop, and got some bargains, too many really, how I managed to get everything in the shopper bag and carrier was nothing short of brilliant! Unfortunately, the weight of the carrier bag hanging onto the handle of the trolley meant somewhat risky walking from then on. Keeping my balance was a work of art! I’d bought two large jars of Baxters Baby Beetroots for £1 each. At Asda (Walmart) the small one, was £1.20! At only £1 each, I got black bin liners, Beef pasties, and a large Pork Farms pork pie. Cocktail sausages 60p, three orange biscuits for £1. At the checkout, I saw they were selling Galaxy darker chocolate bars with hazelnuts at 3 for £1. I tried them later, and wish I had bought more of them now, Hehe!) 
Then I hobbled carefully along to the Butchers shop. They had some delicious looking cooked roast pork. I got three slices, shuddered at the price, and decided that today’s nosh would be wholemeal cobs, lavishly buttered, and loaded with roast pork and tomatoes, with beetroot and a Cox’s apple on the side! Not like me to be so positive? We’ll see.
Gave up, annoyed at myself and the blooming seagulls! Haha! And took this shot of a more camera-friendly pigeon near the bus shelter. That’s, more my barrow! Hehe!
Back at the flats, I got off the bus last, and a quick hello with those waiting to get on the bus, and to the ILC’s office. But no one in. So I plodded back through the link-corridor to Woodthorpe Court, and got the lift up to the twelfth floor, out, into the flat and dived into the wet room for a sudden and urgent wee-wee. 
I got the food put away, and set about making the cols meal. I got the wholemeal rolls well Anchor-buttered, the folded slices of the delicious, out-of-this-world tasting roast pork on each one. Sliced the tomatoes, and added them with a little salt, and put them on the plate. 
I heard some very-odd noises from outside, that were not unlike concrete crumbling and falling. Naturally, I had a look outside, but could nothing untoward? I took this snap of the view while the window was open. 
I sliced some of the Baxters beetroots onto the plate, and used the apple de corer on the Cox’s apple, and got it presented on the tray with a mini-bottle of fresh orange juice, and the last pot of Ski lemon mousse. 
The evacuation did its own thing and started almost catching me out as I got seated. The removal was quick, not too painful, but so messy and humongously massive again! The cleaning up of porcelain, plastic and myself took ages! I’m glad I bought the Dettol lavender now. Hehe! I still applied some Phorpain gel to Arthur Itis’s knees. I think perhaps the extra applicationalisationing done this past week, might be helping? I’ll keep on coating the knees with other applications. 
I went to put the kettle on. And another call to the Porcelain Throne was received from the innards. Off to the wet room, with a certain trepidation. The evacuation was fine. But the pins (legs) were looking in a fine mess!
Rubbed some gel; on the knees and had a close look at them. I reckon they are losing their fluid retention already and looked much better than earlier unless it was my imagination?
oven first, as I will not need to use it now. This reminded me about the Fridge Tuna I’d bought for Josie to go with her smoked haddock, that is nop longer needed. Is the date on it going to allow me to keep it until next week? I checked on it. 
I was flabbergasted! The use-by-date on the pot of Indian ‘No need to strain’ Tuna, was May 2020! Can that be right? Was Saccades Sandra playing tricks on me? I took a photo of the tub bottom so I could check for sure. I had to take several pictures before I got one that was not too blurred to read. I’ll test it next week before serving it up for Josie to eat! 
The rice nosh picture found on the SD card, I can’t fully remember cooking or eating. But the taste was still in my mouth when I woke on Monday morning; as if I’d only just eaten it? 
23:55hrs: I stirred into mock-life. But I fear I was still in a depression, irked and soured 
Back to the kitchen this time. I was getting withdrawal symptoms with only having the one mug of tea. I planned to sip it carefully around the lip ulcers. I got the tea and sipping the brew nice, and slowly I avoided catching most of the sores and enjoyed those first few mouthfuls.
The Moon, high in the sky tonight
Nottinghamians dwellings. Some their own, squatters, a few paid for.
I made a start on this post. And after a few hours, I had to go for Poprcelaoin Throne visit number three! I was well-pleased when it turned out similar to the first one, but with bleeding, not as bad as the last one, mind. The pins (legs) were filling with fluid again. However, Arthur Itis was still being kind to me, which was excellent!
Smelling distinctly Dettolish afterwards, I made a mug of tea, and noticed that the moon was still out! And this was around 07:30hrs. Red Sky in the Morning, Shepherds Warning they say. I’ll have a look at the weather forecast. As long as that blustery blowing me about wind stays off, and the Nurse comes early enough if she is calling at all, of course, I may venture i
And there it was! On top of not the pad, but the Tunstall Lifeline Emergency box! 
I got the nosh prepared. Pork pie meat, pate cobs, garden peas, beetroot and chips. It was late, well past my usual head-down time, and I was so tired and brain-drained, by the time I got to eat it, I couldn’t manage it all. But what I did eat was fair-enough taste-wise. A flavour rating of 6.8/10 given. But I was so weary, I felt sure that I’d soon nod-off. I put the plate to soak in the washing-up bowl. And went to the wet room, for a wash while
