Inchcock (In Brief) – Monday 24th February 2020: Chinwagging! Yahoo!

2020 Feb 24

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Monday 24th February 2020

Maori: Mane 24 o Pepuere 2020

00 Feb 24

02:00hrs: I rose, got out of the £300, second-hand recliner, caught my balance, and as the need for the Porcelain Throne developed, I realised that Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were all being kind to me! Good Stuff this!

WD 0.0.0 (1) I hobbled straight to

the wet room, with fingers, crossed that some unpainful movement will be passed. It wasn’t! Things felt rock solid again. After a go at crossword book, I realised that things were not about to develop, despite the innards rumbling and tumbling. So, off to the kitchen for tea and medications. It’s a breakfast I’ve become used to now. Haha!

1Mon03WD 0.0.0 (1) I got the kettle on the boil and started the new blister pack of medications.  Oh, dearie me! I could not see any of the Bisoprolol-Fumarate (beta-blockers) in the Monday pouch section? Mmm! I investigated closely and found, as I looked at the bottom of the pack, that many tiny pills had escaped from the pots, into either other tubs out of view, under the cellophane cover that had not been stuck on properly!

So, after taking eight weeks, no, ten, to get help with the problems of Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA leaving me without medications for five days, and to change the tablets (Furesomide) back into packs. This is due to having three tablets of a very similar size and all white, in the same pot, I was taking the wrong ones! Still, they initially found a temporary solution to this, by leaving me without any tablets at all, for the five days! Flanglemanglingly-Frenetically-Frustrating!

Then, after begging help from the Medicine Management Team, The Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital, the Falls Team, the After-Stroke Care Unit, The Haematology Nurses, I can report that nothing changed! Then, I spoke with my Doctor Vindla, and Hey-Presto, the tablets were separated.

This month, thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, now I am back to the start again, and having tablets I cannot recognise, as the blister-packs are not assembled correctly. The tablets are getting shared between pots and stuck out of view underneath the top sheet!

If nothing else, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA are persistent and reliable in making cock-ups and putting my life at risk. So, if any Nottinghamians have had enough, and wish to depart the world, try getting your prescriptions from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, they’ll do their best for you! Frogglemoths!

As one age’s and hopes (risibly) for a peaceful life’s end, you can rest fully assured that Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, will do their best to destroy your dream. Bless ’em!

Now, this may sound like eristic, choplogic verbiage… that is because it is! Humph!

WD 0.0.0 (1) As I was starting to do the updating for yesterday’s blog, the stomach suddenly gurgled. Off to the Throne again. Much agony was suffered, but at least I’d rid myself of a right dollop! Medicated the bleeding and applied some Care cream.

Back to the computer, and thanks to the ailments kindness, I got it all done and finished on a couple of hours. (A smidge of swankiness overcome me!) I put some bits on Pinterest, then I made up the template for, and started this post.

WD 0.0.0 (1) A few minutes later, it was back to Porcelain Throne visit Mark-3. (Tsk!) What another painfull session, but this time a massive, messy, malodorous affair! More cleaning and medicationalisationing was done.

1Mon04A go on the TFZer Facebooking next.

WDP 20194Ablutionisationalistic duties next: Astounding! Total dropsies: Three! Honestly! The sock-glide was bit bother-ridden, but no injuries to report. No cuts shaving! And the legs (Sorry for the lousy photo, got the shakes), were looking much better. I think the Bamboo socks are really helping with the Clopidogrel. I can’t believe how well the session went!

WDP 2019B01WD 0.0.0 (1) I got things ready for the trip to town. (despite the rain falling, Humph!) After much oscillating, shilly-shallying, and treble checking the state of the flat for safely before exiting (and still uncertain), I set out. My hesitancy, indecisiveness, fence-sitting and differing undecidedness, is beginning to annoy me more than ever! My vincibility is too apparent. Help 1Mon05needed! In the lift lobby on my floor, it looked like the workmen were going to do some more noisy work on the floor and wiring. Still, we’ve had about two-years, 4-months and twenty-one days of it, now. Not that I’m counting! Haha! 

1Mon05aDown to the ground floor, and though the lovely warmth of the link passage to Winwood Court.

Seeing the rain through the window en route, was a tad demoralising. Haha!

I nipped in to see the wardens in the Iteroggation & Strip-search office. Nibbles left with them, well Lydia, she was on her own in there. Then to Winchester Court lobby, and a few tenants were there in the dry waiting for the bus to arrive, so I joined them. Had a mini-natter with Angela and Penny.

The trip to town is almost a total blank, apart from having a chinwag with Penny en route. (I think) A Dizzy Denis visit cause this spot of amnesia. Tut!

When I got of of the bus and got wet, things got back to normal mind-wise. (Well, as 1Mon05bnormal as I can expect).

WD 0.0.0 (1) As I hobbled up to the crossing lights, I got a sneer-come-scowl from a Student when he saw me get the camera out. I just threw a glare of contempt back at him!

1Mon06Then crossed the road and I limped along the very wet and puddled, Glasshouse Street, and on to the Aldi store on Huntingdon Street. Where I spent a lot of cash, buying far too much stuff, as I saw various treats and weakened. Caramelised biscuits, lemon fool desserts, Room sprays, cheese, cobs and tomatoes. As well as the garden peas and Sourdough baguette that I had gone there for in the first place. Sad, innit? The trolley bag was filled, and I had to use a durable bag and hung it on a handlebar of the trolley-guide.

Paid the gal on the till, who was patient with me, and helped pack the bags for me ♥. Out and over the road to the Victoria1Mon06a Centre.

WD 0.0.0 (1) I cut through Old Street and spotted my first bit of Nottinghamian Street Art. A little further along, there were smashed bottles and glasses on the pavement?

1Mon07I cut through the shopping mall and out onto Mansfield Road. Out into the precipitation again, a chap held the door open for me too. Thank you, mate! Then another bit of happy-making, I saw my first smile of the day! From the gal in this photo at the back. Things were looking up!

I called in the bargain store. Another financially-fatal decision! As if I needed any proof of my equivocational tendencies, I came out with two, I say two different fabric softeners because I couldn’t decide which one to buy! Now that is pitiful! Along with some nougat, sea salt and BBQ seasoning grinders. Out into the rain, and limped through Trinity Square onto Parliament Street, and along to and down Market Street.

1Mon09aWD 0.0.0 (1) At the nearest point to the Student colleges, I noticed the paving slabs, that were replaced a few weeks ago, had already got the artwork of their chewing gum designs.

I took so many photographs, in the morning I made up a post of the visit to the town and posted it separately, to this blog. It has many more snaps on it, and some sadly written odes with each photo. Haha!

Inchcock’s Trip to Nottingham

1Mon13Down the hill and through to Wheeler Gate, and into the Poundland shop. Where I came out with even more Caramelised biscuits, fabric softener, cobs and more things that I cannot remember now (I lost the receipt). 

1Mon14aWalked around the square, and took some pictures, then up to Queen Street and the bus stop.

Another food delivery Pavement Cyclist, a new one I think, he was checking his phone, presumably on s sat-nav site? And his box was too clean. We have 20 food outlets in Victoria Centre Towers, plus about 15 in the malls. I have passed at least 25 others in town today, how are they all making money?

1Mon19I was the only person at the bus stop, and the bus arrived on time. Sad, that we are to lose the service on the 1st April, or was it March?

At the next stop, the bus filled up a lot, and Penny was with them. She moved to sit next to me when she saw me. I liked that!

A lovely nattering session all the way home. Most of it was concerning us losing the L9 altogether, and how it will work with 40 bus replacing it. No one knows for sure.

1Mon20We got inside, and in the link passage, I asked Penny if I could take her photo, for my blog. Penny put on a smile for me, and this is it, open the left.

We pressed on, and Peny got off the elevator, and we exchanged our farewells. I carried on to the 12th-floor, and into the flat’s foyer, and rang Josie’s bells (They can’t touch me for it! Haha!)

Josie saw me struggling to get the trolley in the flat, with all the bags, and came and carried things into the kitchen with me. Bless her! I thanked her profusely.

1Mon21I was doing well, physically, and put the stuff away. No guilt at getting so much? Which normally would have shown itself?

I got some chips cooking in the oven, got washed and changed ready for settling after eating, and prepared the plate on the tray with many and varied treats for myself.

WD 0.0.30 a Then, after I’d started to take the oven chips out… things got into a series of frustrating foul-ups! First, the nerve-ends let me drop the chips on the kitchen floor! This caused some naughty language to be spoken!

WD 0.0.0 (1) And, as it timed and fated, Duodenal Donald, and Anne Gyna both kicked off together! So bad, that I left the chips on the deck, and took a good swig of the pathetically weak Peptic medicine. Then returned to salvage what I could of the chips, and checked them for any muck,  putting those that looked clear, back in the oven to rewarm! I was beyond bothering, it annoyed me so much dropping the food!

1Mon22Eventually, I got the meal served up. Albeit with far fewer chips (Humph!)

An excellent meal. Taste Rating 8/10. Had it not been for the fiasco of my dropping the chips, and the thought if still having to be cleaned up after it, the score may well have been a record. Dangwangles, damn and blast My ailments!

Still, Nurse Christina might be calling tomorrow! Hey-ho!

I cleaned up in the kitchen, then got down in 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, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, ready-for-recycling, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

Things were not good pain-wise. Anne and Donald made sure of that.

Inchcock’s Trip to Nottingham wiv his camera! Comments in bad rhyme!

2Tue28

Inchcock’s Trip to Nottingham

1Mon05

I started out on my trip to town today,

I got through to the lifts, to my dismay,

The elevators all 12-floors below,

I waited patiently before I could go,

I had the scenic view to peruse, though!

1Mon05a

Walking through the link-passage again,

Welcomed by the pouring rain,

Trapped my fingers in the swipe-door, the pain!

I chatted with Angela and Elaine,

Out to get wet, but didn’t complain,

T’was nice to get out of the flats again!

1Mon05b

Off the bus, greeted with a jogging student’s glare,

I just tossed him back, a similar stare,

The rain worked its way, through my jacket,

I wouldn’t mind, but it cost me a packet!

Nottingham City Centre, I wondered why I ever went there!

1Mon06

I remembered though, it was to buy food, starting at Aldi first,

 I hobbled my way down a rainy Glasshouse Street,

At the shop, I bought a lot of fodder, even some Bratwurst,

Then paid, wandered off, for my spending was incomplete,

To Bargain Buys, they’d no potato cakes, that made me curse!

1Mon07

Mansfield Road, rain and Pavement Cyclists abound!

Next a bloke on a Lambretta, I cursed, and moved on,

Nottinghamian’s serenity, smiles, were not to be found,

As to Trinity Square, I was soggily bound!

En route, this bit of Street Art below, I found,

1Mon06a

It lay there, wet, upon the ground,

On Old Street, it was found,

Broken bottles nearby, a battleground.

I moved away, like a limping greyhound!

1Mon08

I got through Trinity Square, left via Kings Walk.

Not many folks about at all?

No one to say hello to, or talk,

Then we had a little rain squall!

1Mon09

Parliament Street had a few more folks around, I have to say,

Unemployed, Students, shoplifters, muggers, no policemen though.

The rain started pouring heavier, not a nice day,

So many eateries in one place, how do they all make any dough? (Hahaha!)

1Mon09b

Down Market Street, I did wobble along,

The rain temporarily having stopped,

I think I sang a joyful song,

The tram gave out a melodic ‘Klong-Klong’,

I might use this photo later, as a ‘Thoughts’ backdrop!

1Mon10

A damp Slab Square, where did the people go?

Is it the rain, are Social Services Inspectors lurking?

Which department are they from, if so?

After illegal immigrants, or claimants working?

A mystery to me, I don’t know.

1Mon13

Nottingham’s cheerless Wheeler Gate, depression flowed,

My target, in Turquoise, the Poundland shop!

Competing coffee shops each side of the road,

Staff sneering at each other, as a goad!

I came out of Poundland, with a massive load,

Two bags on the trolley handles, it went all over the road,

I spent so much, I wondered how much I owed!

1Mon14

To the bus stop home, along South Parade,

Though the tatty, unkempt Slab Square,

A slight Accifauxpas, I’m afraid I made,

The rain started again there,

Got my brolly out, the one for which £10 I paid,

It fell to bits, and to be right and fair,

  I couldn’t bend down, so I left it there!

1Mon14a

Over the Slab Square, to the King Street/Long row junction,

Where the brain struggled to function,

I had a Dizzy Dennis cumulation,

1Mon14b

When the head cleared, and the brain regeared,

With admiration for architect Watson Fothergill grew,

Just looking at his work, my heart cheered.

1Mon14

On the way up Queen Street, the trolley-walker veered,

Very nearly tipping over, that’s something I feard,

It became so unruly, it understeered,

By gum, I thought, this is weird!

Ah, a big-clump of chewing gum from the wheel was cleared,

I must say, I was greatly cheered!

2Tue30

Thank You

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