Wednesday 20th March 2019
Chinese (Simplified): 2019年3月21日星期三
01:35hrs. I woke with a perspicuousness, clarity of mind. Lamentably, concentrated on the vagaries and negatives of my life. I immediately sensed the warm-wet sensation from the PP’s from both front and rear.
When I put in the hearing aids and the spectacles on the head, more haemoglobin showed up on my hands. The nose had been bleeding, too. I felt a little dolorous and engaged Defcon Three status. Hehe!
I hauled my crassulent body from the £300, second-hand, ci1968 rickety-rusty recliner. Not such an easy task as it had been over the previous few mornings, cause I wanted to take care not start the haemorrhaging flowing from any dried-blood patches.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. The exceedingly messy evacuation went reasonably well. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were cleaned and medicated without much bother. Little Inchies fungal lesion was a problem sorting out, but the pain was worth it after it was all done. The nosebleed was stunted easily, too!
Checked the pins (legs) and they seemed to have got a little thinner than on Tuesday, with some new coloured areas, bruises and blotches. But, many of the blood papsules have disappeared? The Mystery Continues!
Changed into fresh PPs, washed and off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done and make a brew of the extra-strong Glengettie tea bags!
As I took this photograph of the scene outside, through the unwanted, light and view-blocking windows. That I can’t physically get access to for cleaning, I could hear the familiar sounds of the emergency vehicles sirens and klaxons, as the moon shone down on the Nottinghamian burglars, street sleepers, shoplifters, gangs of druggies and hoodies, pavement cyclists, muggers, alcoholics, pickpockets, racists, fascists, terrorists and party goers.
I updated yesterday’s diary, got it finished and sent off to WordPress. Went on the GP Reader section.
Then made a start on this blog.
I popped onto Facebook to catch up with the photo albums and visited the TFZer blog.
Got the breakfast cornflakes and watched some YouTube clips.
Ablutions tended to. Towelled off, medicationalisticalisations completed, deodorised the overbearingly large torso, and got dressed.
The whole ablutioning jobs, teeth cleaning, shaving, showering and medicalisationing took about 40 minutes – Getting the socks on, made me suffer pain and frustration and took me about 30-minutes! A tragicomic, painful farce! But at least I managed it! I decided to try out the two-sizes-too large shoes that I had bought under instruction from the Health Centre, to wear at tomorrow’s appointment. I was only going to call at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Then get back to the flat for the Ocado order to be delivered. I dropped two back backs of rubbish down the chute on the way out.
It was a warm day out there and very little wind. The sun out, although not brightly so. I arrived at the hut, and there were Brenda, Mary, another lady, and Roy within. More outside waiting at the bus stop – usually these eight would be tobacco addicts.
I had a natter with Obersturmführeress Warden and Catwalk Princess Deana, and Stabsfeldwebeless and Primo-Ballerina Julie, I told them about tomorrows appointment. And we had a bit of fun. Ah, I remembered, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. So, I’ll say no more. Hehehe!
Had a chatter with the tenants. Welsh Roy had arrived, but he threw some insults at me, 
had a laugh, then he soon went out for a fag. I followed on my way home, stopping for some beloved gossips with the residents at the bus stop.
Hauptsturmführeress Warden/Catwalk Deana was caught by Welsh William and another tenant, for a moan gossip or put-down, I know not which. Haha!
I got a shot of the Winwood Heights. I had to stand back near the edge of the grass close to the thirty-foot fall-off down to the allotments below, to get all the courts in the shot. Right Winchester, centre Winwood Court and at the dead-end, my treasured Woodthorpe Court block.
There were a lot of jet plane contrails across the sky.
I got back to the apartment and got some turnips cooking with some balsamic vinegar. I’d got some Soulful One Pot Pulled Jackfruit smoky BBQ Chilli with corn and beans. I had no idea what Jackfruit was, so I inquired of Google. I discovered: The jackfruit, also known as jack tree, is a species of tree in the fig, mulberry, and breadfruit family native to southwest India. Hope I like it when I try it later.
I ventured into the unwanted light and view-blocking new balcony, and risk injury to open the refractory metal left-hand curved release bar the needs fressing forward and pulling inwards at the same time, without any Whoopsiedangleplops. I caught the worker chaps coming into the compound of the Winwood Court Extra Care block.
I then went to open the other dangerous metal right-hand curved release bar, that also needs pushing outwards and pulling inwards at the same time, this one didn’t go so well. It was such a lot stiffer, and when it did open, it did so sharply and noisily. No-bother though, the wrist didn’t bleed for too long.
I took this zoomed-in photo of the kids playing area in Woodthorpe Grange Park.
Apart from one dog owner being taken for a walk by her animal, I could see no ankle-snappers or young trainee muggers anywhere in the whole park. Puzzling me this?
Aha, I realise now, that the kids are not on holiday from school. I got there in the end! Mind 
you, the last time I had a walk near that playground, most of the kids had some type of contraption or other linked to their earholes, or were texting, whatever.
I took this long-distance shot. I think the areas covered are Hucknall, Papplewick, Blidworth and Bestwood. But of course, I might be wrong.
The intercom burst into life. It was the Ocado delivery. I must take some sourdough bread for the Wardens later. I got a large loaf which is far too large for me, but I like to share things, as the small loaf costs twice as much in ratio to the large one! The retailers don’t want single people, especially old people on their own!
I put away the fodder. The Soulful Pulled Jackfruit vegetarian meal looked lovely through the plastic container. I’m looking forward to trying it with the turnips.
I dealt with Health Checks and midday medications. Then got on with updating this post and getting the photographicalisation sorted out.
Then I nipped out to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. Hopefully, I can catch them in and give them their treat and bread. (I’ve split the sliced loaf between us. I can dunk mine in the Chilli perhaps).
Off to see the gals. Julie was in.
I forgot to take the camera with me. Tsk!
I returned to the flat and got the meal prepared. I hope that Ocado keeps the special offer on the ‘Soulful One Pot Pulled Jackfruit smoky BBQ Chilli with corn and beans’ What a mouthful!’ Hehe!, vegetarian meal. For it tasted so good, and was not, as I feared it might have been, too hot/spicy for me. Easy to prepare as well. A Flavour Rating of 9.25/10. The Polish sourdough bread was a delight also when dunked in the juices.
Then I realised that the product contained sweet corn. Something I should not eat, as the passing of such food can cause my haemorroids to bleed. Crap! Fingrs crossed!
Did the Health Checks, and got the too large a size shoes out so as not to forget to wear them in the morning, on the trip to the Mary Potter Health Clinic. Even though I found that it is dangerous to wear them, judging from my experience doing so today. Any uneven surfaces hobbled along, and the thicker, heavier soles, and loose fitting along with catching the more extended ends, made it a smidge of a dodgy hazardous practise, tripping up-wise. Tsk!
When the fatigue started to dawn, a little earlier than usual as well, I resisted not! I got my dough-bellied, spare-tyred body down in the now-working-again second-hand, ci1968 rusty recliner. I did put the TV on, but obviously knew I was not about to be able to stay awake much longer, but still foolishly tried to watch an episode of ‘Pie in the Sky’. I did well actually, and got through until the second set of banal advertisement, before drifting off into the bliss that is sleep!
The old recliner had not failed me before. Yes, it had shaken and whined a bit the odd time, but now it was point-blank refusal time! I tried pressing the button a few more times and then decided to logicalise my situation. (A brave move I thought, Hehe!) I could see the light on from the socket points in the extension plugs, so I knew I had not had a power-cut. I reached out to the small Ottoman and turned off the recliner plug, took it out and put it back in and turned it on again. Wallah! It worked. At this point, I started sneezing away and blowing my nose, and neither stopped repeatedly coming for several minutes. I used up a full new kitchen towel roll. But all is well now. Puzzled me a bit that did. 
The legs felt and looked a lot better than yesterday. Although very much more on the anaemic, pale side. The arm and everywhere else on the body looked pale as well.
Nichole. It was a good thing that she had put on the exterior plasters, they held it all in. Nurse Ann only uses a tiny round plaster and no cotton wool, so I was pleased with this. 
Aha, the sys had come down a fair bit at last, perhaps too much? 
Got it back a few minutes later. 
Then, after a few hours, my mind turned to things of a jentacular nature. 
Fell asleep on computer seat! 
I had a check of the pins (legs) while in the wet room. The knees looked better than they have for ages. The remnant of the leg ulcer had cleared up even more, and the fluid retention has gone down a lot. Tsk! I’m going to look a right clot when I go to the centre on Thursday, with legs that will look like there is nothing wrong with them! 
Where I found last nights medicine pot with the tablets still inside, I’d missed taking them. Klutz! I just imbibed the Warfarin and Magnesium along with the morning doses.
couple of hundred yards further up the hill, and another Scumbag Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist flew by me.I’m afraid this one got to me, he was even closer to hitting me, and let out a verbal utterance, “Go forth and multiply!” but using fewer words. Luckily, I was wise enough to speak in a voice that ensured he could not hear me, just to avoid the fit young man doing so, and knocking the-hell out of me. Hehe! I was momentarily cheered when I saw the car pulling out of a driveway, and immediately prayed that it would hit the primate riding the bike. But, no such luck! Tsk!
Just by the traffic island junction with Gregory Boulevard, I spotted some new life forcing its way through in the hedging. Bootiful!
I veered off down Huntingdon Street and called in the Lidl store. Where I bought a Melton Mowbray pork pie, German-Smoked cooked meat, part-baked sourdough baguettes, chicken thighs and remembered to get some cornflakes this time. Paid the lady at the checkout, and left to go on a walk-about to take some photographs of the older parts of Nottingham. But the feet objected, so I changed plans, and made my way directly towards the L9 bus stop on Queen Street. 
I was the only passenger to get on the L9 bus. IT felt a smidge eerie, cause usually there would be a good few others waiting, including some of the Winwood Heights residents, but not today. 
The meal was made up of two flat-bottomed buttered tomato cobs, Marmite crisps and cheese buttons, yellow and orange mini-tomatoes, chicken thighs and the last of the mini-chicken sausages. I enjoyed the flavour of this effort, but the tiredness and exhaustion I felt, meant I did not eat it all. 
As my uhtceare about the dream faded, a rather violent rumbling and grumbling from the innards, convinced me to escape the £300 second-hand recliner with all 
haste and get to the wet room. (Knocked my leg ulcer against the corner of the ottoman, in doing so, Humph!)
I made a start on this blog before I forgot all that had occurred. Then went on to updating the Saturday post. Got it finished and sent off. 
Got the plate served up, got comfy in the £300 second-hand recliner and started to imbibe the meal. 
23:45hrs. I woke up with the brain in confusion. The regular rampage of fears, embarrassments, and uncertainties kaleidoscoping around harassing my mind, like a nubivagant bird in turbulent skies. Determined, 
I limped to the kitchen to get the kettle on. I opened the unwanted unliked new window, with its glass I can’t access for cleaning and its view-blocking, light stopping thick frames, and took this picture, while I waited for the kettle to boil. 
I checked the pins. It looked like the leg-ulcer really was making a comeback. It seemed to be getting redder than it was last night. The tingling and itchiness are getting stronger. Still, maybe this will not be a bad thing if it does return. Then I will have something to show the staff at the Mary Potter Health Centre, instead of just photographs of what it looked like eight weeks ago when I first visited my Doctor, and she took a swab, and said ‘In about two weeks you will hear from the Health Centre with an appointment for them to look at it. The little fibber, her! Hahaha! 
The resulting figures seemed okay to me, apart from the increase in weight. I’ve never been heavier in my life! I hoped this was just due to fluid retention, but I don’t know. 
Fodder readied. The mini-chicken-sausages and potato mini-hash-balls were delightful. The highlight of this meal was the seasoned baked beans, though. Here is my recipe (using canned beans in tomato juice). Seasoning: half a teaspoon of demerara sugar, generously poured over distilled vinegar, mustard and two big spoonfuls of Chinese sweet & sour sauce! Mix the added ingredients and leave to marinate, stirring occasionally. When you get the saucepan on the heat, keep the heat on low, but for a long time. I did mine for forty-minutes on the lowest setting, then, just before dishing it out, I turned up the heat, and stayed watching over it and stirring all the time. (From the best selling, Inchcock Craddock Cookery Ideas. Hahaha!) Bootiful! 9.2/10.
Off to the wet room, in need of the Porcelain Throne. I soon found out that the boil that is coming up on the inner thigh, had been joined by another one or more, they were tender and sore, on the posterior (The poetry comes free, Hehehe!) 
However, it was another easy evacuation for me, no bleeding from the rear, only from the boil, or whatever it is, gave me any pain. I checked out the pins (legs). They were a little bloated, some of the papsules and pot-marks seemed to have done a runner, with one new one appearing. No, two, I just spotted the bottom one.
Then I did the second set of Health Checks early. I caught sight of a mini-rainbow on the horizon and opened the unwanted hard to clean, light and view-blocking new window, to take this photograph of it. Not as awe-inspiring or large as rainbows in other parts of the world, but a rarity here. A bit like common sense and logicality are rare in Inchcock and politicians in the UK.
I heard a lot of mechanical commotion as snapped the rainbow, so I bravely (given the last few days Accifauxpa record using them!) got the stepladders out, so that I could take this picture straight down, of the busy-bees working below. 
I went out to the bus stop, and the others joined me and those already at the stop. 
Went to check the legs out. 
Although the flavour and taste were grand, and a worthy 8/10 rating, I’d made too much. I ended up eating only about a third of it, but I enjoyed what I did consume. 
Went to made a brew, and poured it out. As I was taking a photo of the evening sky, the dreaded wet and warm feeling came from the PPs Protection Pants. 
So, I made another mug of Glengettie tea and took a second picture of the view. 
Getting my oversized stomach with its balloon-like fluid-filled, rock-hard legs out of the ci1968 second-hand, rickety recliner was not so comfortable this morning, but I managed it. The legs, particularly the knees, although not as bloated as they have been, were so stiff and showed great reluctance and disinclination to allow me to move or bend them, but, eager-enthusiasm to inflict pain on me when I tried to. After gingerly getting to my feet, both soles were tender when I tried to walk, but walk I had to, only a few paces mind, to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). The following leak was of the SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wee) mode. 
A check of the pins (legs) revealed far less wrinkling and gnarling of the knees, but I think another leg-ulcer might be coming on. Another SSDWW was needed to be taken. I reckon the overnight fluid increase in the legs might be the reason for the less mangled knees?
Aha! Something looking a little better with the results from the sphygmomanometer this time, eh? Although the drop in the Dia with such a low Sys is confusing to me. 
I pressed on with the updating of the diary. 
forgotten how to do it. We both gave on the task! Haha!
spring closer for me on the end window after I’d taken photos of the workers below. I hope the emergency services don’t need to get down to Woodthorpe Court in a hurry!
for us, while he gobbled one of my black tomatoes down his gullet! Hehe! 
I decided on some Texan Style sausages, a baguette, and a fancy tomato for my nosh. With a fresh orange juice and a naughty Limoncello.
I even had to empty the bucket. Which was when I checked the legs when had a wash and got into the night attire. 
I was going to open the unwanted light & view blocking window, to take a picture of the rain that was accompanying the gale force winds blasting head-on into the building. But when I went up the stepladder to open them, the wind was so strong it blew the window in and rapped me on my left knuckle as I closed it again. Humph, good start to the day that! Did the Health Checks. 
was flowing blood all over the place. Crickey, this is not good! After getting things cleaned up, and partially stopping the lesion bleeding. 
I took a photograph of the legs back in the kitchen. It might sound odd, even for me, but the first time I looked at this photograph when I downloaded it later, I thought for a moment that the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) had left some eggs in my legs and they were coming out of hibernation under the skin! There were that many new tiny blotches appeared that looked the same shape as the weevils do. Haha! A bit of reddening here and there gave the pins a bit of colour for a change.
I made a start on this post. Hearing the moaning winds, I thought I’d get a photo from the new unwanted balcony. When I got out onto the shell, the gaps in between the windows ensured that it was windy, wet and uncomfortable in there. I realised that reflections could not be avoided, but did my bestest to take a shot of the rain-soaked scenery. 
Back to the computer, it was going again now, but rather jittery. The Ocado order arrived. The fancy tomatoes, planned to go on my vegetable and tomato sarnies for dinner, looked different and attractive. The Sicilian green and some Spanish Blacks. 
The highly decorated and attractive looking foyer had suffered from things being blown in with the very extreme winds every time the doors are opened. 
Then, I got the sarnies made, a different variation today. The mushrooms, onions and turnips went well with the tomato sandwiches. 
Last Health Checks were done. 
I had to laugh at my self; I must admit, waking up and moving straight away, enforced by the demand for the Porcelain Throne needs, was almost comical. Following last night’s Accifauxpa with the stepladder, there were not many parts of my 
The sys and Dia were down a bit. Most noticeable was the fall in temperature, though, it’s tumbling down so far, this week. Monday: 34.8°- 34.7°-34.6° this morning, 34.2°, If this keeps on, I’ll mention it to someone at the surgery or call 111 and ask if this is okay. 
Then went on the WordPress Reader. 
That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of outer 
I got the clothes, there were not many of them, into the airing cupboard and topped the tea up with a drop of boiling water, and got back on the computer to update things. 
I rubbed some pain-gel on the arm and took this picture. Showing Cavendish Rise, in the rain. I was somewhat satisfied with how this one came out. 
ci1968 recliner, and listened to some Acker Bilk and Ken Colyer jazz on CD.