Inchcock Today: Wednesday 29th April 2020: Another busy day!

April 29

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Wednesday 29th April 2020

Gujarati: બુધવાર 29 મી એપ્રિલ 2020

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GM L 0.0.130bl014:20hrs: I lay there in the £300, dilapidated, second-hand, c1968, gut-wrenchingly horrible beige coloured, not working, rickety recliner. I stayed there for a while, uninterested in anything practical, in an unconventional, incredibly optimistic frame of mind, almost contended.

I spent a few minutes putting the world to rights… I solved the Coronavirus problem, brought about world peace. Then I legislated a few new laws; Life imprisonment for Pavement Cyclists, brought back corporal punishment for paedophiles, freed all prisoners, bar the violent ones, on the promise of their being hung drawn and quartered if they offended again. Solved the global climate problems, and gave medals and an increase in pay for all the NHS staff.  Volunteer helpers were given free air travel for two years…

3Wed0204:40hrs: Then I woke up. In need of a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne. I grabbed the stick, caught my balance, and poddled off to the wet room. Where the wee-wee, for a change, came first. It was of the ELPJL (Extra-Long-Powerful-Jet-Like) fashion. Yet, it was painless! The evacuation can be described as meat-ball-like (Sorry, but it’s true).

WD 0.0.30 W I spotted some marks on the arm, Clopidogrel Clive inspired, or maybe Myasthenia Gravis Mavis? I rubbed some of the antiseptic creams into the area, and I felt a bit of a tender area on the other side, so 3Wed03investigated. I think this might have been my leaning against something in the hours spent and failing to get to sleep last night. Hey-ho!

I was now cheering up, mostly prompted by the helpful folks being such a boon to me this week. So inspirational, despite my recent adoption of a Grumbly-old-man mode. Tsk!

I so appreciate this food parcel, if it comes each week. I can forget all the worrying and hassle over trying to get a food order slot, in the knowledge that things will be alright. A blessed relieve that! Thank you Nottingham City Council and Homes. ♥

I made my way to the kitchen, feeling industrious and ready for the challenges of the day (I may regret saying that. Hehehe!) I spotted the shirt I’d left in the bowl to soak, and went to get the washing done, wrung and hung before even putting the kettle on. (Mmm?)

WDP 003bWD 0.0.30 a I caught the tops of the toes on my right foot underneath the cabinet door. Bending some of the overgrown nails backwards. Argh! I managed to keep down my coprolalia response to a low volume.

3Wed05Well, that ensured I was in an alert and awake state now. Haha!

I got the washing finished and hung.

Then got the kettle on, and tried taking a different sized photo on the Panasonic camera, from the thick-framed, unwanted, disliked, 3Wed01light & view-blocking, kitchen window. It came out, alrightish.

WD 0.0.30 W Getting the camera setting back to the original setting was a farce, as I couldn’t remember which one it was on! Eventually. I tried the 4-3 ratio. We’ll see later if it was right. What a memory I have!

3Wed06I got a brew of Thomsons Punjana tea made, took the medications and did the medicationalisationings.

I got on the computer and remembered to make an order for an electric can opener from Amazon. Not cheap, but I hope that RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis and Nicodemus’s dying nerve-ends) can cope using with it. I’ve not been able to use a can opener for yonks now, and have to use the ring-pull ones. Of course, with having to use delivered food now, there is no way I can tell if what I buy has ring-pull or not. The kindly donated food parcel delivered, had no pulls on any of the tins, so if it is usable for me when it arrives, at least I can use the peas, beans, soups etc. that I have amassed since the lock-down. Fingers crossed! 

WD 0.0.30 W I made up a template for this blog and started writing it. Then it dawned on me, I had not yet finalised Tuesday Diary! What a feebleminded, lunkheaded, glaikit I really am! Hey-ho! So, I started to update the post, at last!

WD 0.0.30 W Huh! Foolish me, thinking I was going some diary work done! I really should have known better than even try to! It’s madness! The landline sprang to life. It was Sister Jane & Pete, worried because the blog link had not been sent to them. I was ruining their morning coffee session when they usually read it. Hahaha! The conversation was enjoyable but challenging to understand all of it, as Jane spoke to Pete in between, and I was getting confused, not knowing who she was talking to. Anyway, Jane told me I should buy a microwave. I mentioned I haven’t got the room. She told me to make it! Haha! We managed a few laughs between us, and I ended up enjoying the natter. But it cost me an awful lot of time, and I was already three hours behind the usual posting time, and I had not yet got the blog updated.

I was accompanied by the odd clang, bang and tapping noises from above. At least I know that Herbert is alright. Ferreting away at his model-making. Poor thing, he must be missing his jig-saw puzzling now the social-area has been closed down for the duration on the pandemic. He loved doing them, too.

I made brew, and decided nothing was going to stop[ me getting the updating done this time!

I was wrong! WD 0.0.30 W ♫ I only want to be with you ♫, chimed out from the doorbells. I got up and put some pants and a shirt on. It was only another food parcel! This time from the Government. And a good one it was, too!

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The both-sided A4 letter said it would be weekly. So, I thought I would phone later, to cancel the Nottingham City Council parcel, and thank them for their efforts.

I got the things stored away, and made up two black bags and took them to the waste chute. (Arthur Itis and the toes were being a bit bothersome… well, damn painful! But I was in a grateful mood towards the volunteer’s efforts for the gift.

WD 0.0.30 W Back to the flat, and called Trapeze artist and lap-top dancer, ILC Warden Deana, to cancel the food from Nottingham City Homes. But the message said she is not available at the moment.

I thought I’d better get an order in; if I can see one suitable for an electric can-opener on Amazon. Hoping I can then use the tinned goods without ring-pull tabs on them. After much kerfuffling about, indecision and pusillanimity, I opted for this one.

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I’m not sure or confident if I’ll manage to cope using it. Janet tells me it is easy. But with the Colin Cramps, Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, Nicodemus’s unreliable neurotransmitters, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun and Neuropathic Nigel to cope with, people can’t understand or believe the difficulties I have in doing everyday things. Even I can’t at times. Hahaha! 

WD 0.0.30 W Great balls of fire! I got carried away and out of kilt there! I’ve still not updated the Tuesday post! What a lamentably pathetic, neglectable, nitwit I am! I’ll do it now!

WD 0.0.30 W For crying out loud! The landline lit and rang forth again! It was the Cardiac Unit, calling for someone of another name? I had to go all through my personal details to convince them I was me! The caller asked for someone with the surname Chamberlain, I think it was. Ah, well, it was reassuring that others can get things wrong as well!

WD 0.0.30 W I tried to get the updating done, seven hours later than usual. Botherations and blasticulisations! Ah, well, I’ll get on with…

Well, that cost me a couple of hours or more. With the link sent off, the WordPress Reading, then TFZer Facebooking I’d used up a total of four more hours of the day!

I rang Jane, to make sure she’s received the link to the post. I found out I was not to order any more food. Still got to buy a microwave, and must cut down on doing things to give me more time for the blog. Thanks, Jane. Humph!

At long last, I got back on CorelDrawing. Well, I managed to get two done. better than none.

3Wed25Got the nosh started. Lamb burgers, boiled spuds, tomatoes, sugar snap peas, and all prepared and served up.

A splash of Hoisin sauce on the halved spuds. All acceptable. The lamb burgers made a nice change, but they were not as good as the beefburgers. Flavour rating: 7.5/10.

Did the washing up, moved the handwashing, and got settled, determined to get some good sleep in if I could.

Ah, well, you can’t win ’em all!

Inchcockski – Tuesday 28th April 2020: Grobblefinks, ug… I’m losing it!

April 28

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Tuesday 28th April 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 28ain Ebrill 2020

000 April 28

GM blu0104:50hrs: I woke, and within seconds of attempting to encourage my brain to join me in activating, the need for a wee-wee appeared. I removed my overly-stomached torso from the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-foul beige coloured, none-working rickety recliner; and limped, literally, to the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket)  and got two shocks at the same time, no, three actually! Tsk!

WD 0.0.128 3 As I began to appreciate the lack of much bother from Duodenal Donald and conceded that the toenails and Arthur Itis were going to be today’s top-dog ailments. (They gave it away by being so painful, Hehe!)

WD 0.0.128 3 Then realised that the wee-wee was of the LHLBS (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting-Splashback) variety, not experienced for many months. Not any pain with it, mind!

WD 0.0.128 3 Then the bucket slipped from my grip, as Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters died a death on me. How I managed only to get my jammy bottoms and the PPs wet, is a mystery and miracle.

2Tue01I went to the wet room, taking care not to stub the overly-long-nailed toes. I washed things up, put the jammie-bottoms in the bucket to soak, and had a stand-up wash and shave. Again surprises, Nicodemus’s visit ended, (It’s going to be a start-stop day methinks). And hardly any dropsies at all! Just the razor (2), and the 2Tue04toothpaste! It was a confusing start to the day. With merit points, and the usual Whoopsiedangleplops.It looked like the reactions to the Clopidogrel is returning again on both legs and feet.

Off to the kitchen. This reminded me of the Iceland delivery due in a couple of hours or so. I made a brew and took the medications. And set out with a degree of enthusiasm for once, to get the updating done of the Monday post. I got it finalised, despite the nerve-ends playing up on and off, in a reasonable time. Emailed the links. Went on the WordPress Reader.

IMG_4015Then the intercom rang and lit up. It was the Iceland delivery that had arrived. The same chap as yesterday, I think. I pointed out the can pf G & T the side for him in thanks. Off he trotted, and I got the bags indoors, and to the kitchen.

2Tue08aA lot of stuff to find room for again. Amongst them were some new salt & vinegar flavoured Fish Chunks, if all goes well today, I plan to have some of these, with potatoes, tomatoes and sugar snap peas. That’s the plan anyway. Getting the things away was a battle and-a-half! They had sent some of the Naturally Imperfect chips as well, so I made a point of making room for them in the freezer, at the cost of dishing some bits to make room for them.

2Tue09I got some of the potatoes in the sizeable crock-pot cooking. A bit of sea salt and vinegar added.

Then, as I was pottering around, I spotted some dirt marks on the kitchen floor. I got some spray on the floor and got down with the micro-cloth to clean it up a bit. Huh!

WD 0.0.128 2A I cleaned it up alright but getting my stomach-dominated bulk back up on my feet, was no easy feat! Gawd knows how long it took me. I ended up crawling on my knees to the side counter, (it’s easier to grab hold of) and hauled myself up, on the third attempt, and much silent howling and cursing, back into a semi-perpendicular position.

WD 0.0.128 3 Which was bad enough, but the agony from the toes and ankles were hardly bearable. I decided to stop cleaning.

I went to the wet room, to clean and medicate things now in need of the same. The struggle to get up had set Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding. Arthur Itis’s knees needed Phorpain gelling, and the toes were gelled in a fashion, from cotton wool at the end of Jenny’s picker-upperer! Needs must, and all that!

WD 0.0.128 3 Which proved a mistake to make! Unbeknown to me, the skin around the toes had cracked, and Phorpain gel shouldn’t be applied to this. I think there might be a few cracks in the wet room roof where my head hit it when I jumped! Hahaha! Then I had another unpleasant job, putting my feet in hot water to remove the gel!

WDP 2aI tried to look on the bright side, but it was difficult with the tears running from the eyes… only joking! I cleared the kitchen a bit, made up four bags of waste, and took them to the chute in the loft lobby. Walking was even worse than earlier, things were getting into their usual stride again. Dangwangles, damn and blast!

Made a start on this blog at last. But only for a minute or two. The landline burst forth. It was a lady from Nottingham City Council. Asking if I had received my food parcels yet. I explained about trying to sign on last week after a letter from the Doctors Confirming me being of a ‘High Risk’ status. I rang them (Wednesday I think), auto line, and my Hospital number not being recognised. I asking Deana to help, she rang back saying someone was going to call me and am still waiting for the call-back. Perhaps it is you? We checked the details and answered the questions again. After which, the lady offered to make another application for me. I thanked her, she will call back if anything is sorted. Int life good? I mentioned I have a 4kg bag of instant potato flakes if they could use it. She gave me a number to ring, where it could be used.

WD 0.0.128 3 I rang the number. The gentleman said it was of no uses to him, then he started talking too quickly for me to hear anything he was saying. I thanked him and rang off.

WD 0.0.128 3 The Salvation army might be interested. So I looked up their number and rang it. No answer. I tried another one, no answer. I looked up a local charity and rang one, who said they would not be able to use the potatoes but thanked me. She gave me another number to ring, which I did. No answer. I tried a third Sally-army number I found. No answer. Then I gave up!

2Tue11I made a brew and checked the potatoes in the big slow-cooker. They were still rock-hard! A shame that. I made sure they were on the high setting.

Then tried to change the picture size on the Panasonic, and took these shots from the unwanted, unliked, thick-framed, rain letting in, kitchen window.

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I found a Coronavirus chart and copied it on here. Later realising it was well out of date. What a Schmuck!

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2Tue14Maybe today, I can get some graphic done on CorelDraw for the posts?

I’ll make a start by creating a template for tomorrow. I got the computer booted up again, and managed to get about ten-minutes on it, got ready to make progress at long last with the CorelDrawing…

WD 0.0.128 3 Oh, no I won’t! The intercom rang again. No rest for the wicked! Well, bless them, it was a lady from Nottingham City Council, delivering my first food parcel.

A very pleasant lady put the carrier through the door after confirming who I was. I2Tue22 asked her if she knew of someone who could use the 4kg of instant potato and told her the story of how I came to have it.

2Tue23She took it to deliver to a homeless shelter charity who care for street sleepers. I thanked her for her kindness, and off she flew. Bless her cotton socks!

Milk, bread, oranges, canned beans and sweetcorn, individual sauce pots, jam pots, potatoes, and an onion, milk and much more.

They even supplied some TRs and two little hotel samples of soap. Wonderful! I felt humbled and cared for.

2Tue24They even supplied a mass of paperwork with them. Some coronavirus advice, and must and mustn’t doe’s check-list.

An in-depth list of all the foods in the bag. Allergies, halal, vegan etc.

Marvellous!

Looks like it’s too late to get any graphics done now. The weariness is creeping in, and the toes and knees are so painful, it’s unreal! I nipped into the wet room to get some gel on the knees, Germolene the tootsies, and Germoloid the stinging piles.

I had a look at the state of the legs, and they were not very encouraging at all!

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Talk about pale!

Another day flashed by, and not much got done! Yet a lot did really, I’m losing it again.

2Tue25I went to check on the spuds progress. Coming on alright. I got the thighs on the plate and added tomatoes, a Marmite cheese medallion and silverskin onions. The slow-cooker cooked potatoes were great tasting, I added some splashes of Hoisin sauce on them. A small can of garden peas as well. The orange kindly donated on my food parcel was almost juiceless. The fowl were not very flavoursome at all. Overall the meal as good, all the same. The Muller light lemon yoghourt and the Clementine drink were lip-smacking good, as usual. An 8.8/10 for Taste rating!

Got the pots washed. Took the evening medicines and medicated areas of the flobby-body that was in need. I got down in the 300, second-hand, uncomfortable rickety, none-working recliner, with some mini-cheddars and a pot of yoghourt covered cashew nuts for nibbling later.

WDPright05WD 0.0.128 3 The mind-storming was filled with taradiddle, quixotic-nonsense, and a confounding assortment of the weirdest ideas and plan-formulating, ever known before! This was not easy to free the brain of and lasted for many hours. Thus, ensuring that Sweet Morpheous was denied again! Dranglewangles!

Keep doing your bestest, and stay in if you can. One nipping out to the shops when unnecessary, can mean you catching, or giving someone else Coronavirus. Best of luck!

Inchcock – Monday 27th April 2020: So busy, everything seemed to plot against my getting any CorelDraw graphicalisationing done. Ah, well! TTFNski.

April 27

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Monday 27th April 202

Hawaiian: Poakolu 27 lā ʻApelila 202

000 April 27

GM 90.0.0

03:40hrs: I stirred after five hours head down, and about four hour’s sleep in periods of about ten-minutes of duration. In a Zombie-like frame of mind, I eased my massive ever-growing bulk of a flabby-bellied body out of the c1968 recliner. Picked up the walking stick, and made my way to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session. Gawd blimey, the uncut toenails hurt, making it hard hobbling!

1Mon02I was gobsmacked at the evacuation. It was all over in a couple of minutes, and nowhere near as bloody as yesterday. It’s still a bit painful mind. Well-pleased with this start to the day, I took a photo of the pale pins (legs) but found that Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were on strike again, and this time the shaking and lack of sense of touch contact, were minuscule. Hence, the picture was blurry, not a good one! It seemed like and felt to me, that they might be just coming back on-line.

WD 100.20.0 As I made my way, cursing the pain from the toenails, into the kitchen, RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) began, what was to be a day-long session of giving me and my knees a lot of grief! However, Duodenal Donald, although still with me, was vastly less bothersome. Swings and roundabouts? 

1Mon01I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. Got the medications out and taken, and spent a few moments ponderisationing on the day’s expectancies. I find myself in a quandary over the Iceland orders, one is due today, and another, possibly for tomorrow.

1Mon03WD 100.20.0 Arthur Itis’s replacing Duodenal Donald as King-Pin in the pain stakes was okay for me at the moment, a change is as good as a rest. But, if Donald does start up again alongside Arthur, and the toenail pain, things will be too much to cope with. Fingers crossed!

I got the computer on and did some comment reading and answering. Then onto the WordPress reader, some brilliant stuff on there this morning. Then tackled the updating of the Sunday diary. This did not take too long, with so few photographs, and with it being a little shorter with nowt much happening.

I made a mash of Glengettie tea, had a rather forceful wee-wee, washed and got on with creating this page. Out of prepared graphics now, so I must find time to get some more done on CorelDraw later.

1Mon06aThe mobile phone rang out, it was on well, and genuinely ancient, 1965 Hopewells E-Plan, worn, pot-marked, desk close to me, and the noise made me jump. Hehehe!

I investigated the phone message and found out it was from Iceland, concerning today’s afternoon delivery.1Mon04

As I checked the indicated email with details of the changes, I began to hiccup, and they lasted for two hours or more?

WDPleft03Shame about the changes, no Imperfect Chips in stock, my favourites as well, am I lucky or what? Tsk! No kitchen towels, and no bread thins. Things are not as bad as they seem though.

I have some cobs in the freezer to take out and defrost. I’ll do it now while I think of it.

All done, I put them in the fridge to thaw slowly until needed. And, of course, if the accidentally made Iceland order for tomorrow should arrive, they might have some Naturally Imperfect chips on it? I can’t remember if I ordered any, but probably not, though, thinking I was going to get some today.

With the long hurting toenails, Arthur Itis’s knees, Duodenal Donald, and the hiccups accompanying me, I put the kettle on the boil and opened the window of the kitchen. Took some photographs intending to show you how green things looked this morning.Stunning colours.

1Mon06

How I would love to be able to get a meander through the tree copses, I bet it smells beautiful in there, even with the dog muck, drug needles and empty beer cans and bottles. Sorry for myself? Bitter? Jealous? Me? Mmm! Hehehe!

Made another brew of Morrison’s Assam tea, and back to the computer. I went on the Morrison site, and added kitchen towels, sourdough muffins, soap; they only had Cussons Imperial in packs of six left, and washing up liquid. Of course, this order is still a week or so away, and merely adds to my Conrad Confusion ailment! Haha!

I went on the TFZer Facebooking page, I always enjoy this. Got carried away a bit, I must make a start of doing the graphics – and not forget about the Iceland delivery coming. Back in a bit.

WDP 4RightWD 100.20.0 ac I didn’t get far, I forgot about the ablutions, so tended to them. Well, they went well for a change again! The dropsies added up to only four! Brilliant! The toothbrush, the soap, the showerhead and the body spray can. I did well there! No, knocking anything over or off of owt, no toe-stubbings either! Smugeth Mode Engaged!

1Mon06bThe old ankle ulcer was prominent again and developed a gorgeous light brown colour instead of its usual blue-red shade. The veins were bulging a tad.

Well, it was something interesting at least, Hahaha!

1Mon06CWD 100.20.0 All dried off, I could feel a different pain in the right ankle and foot? I seem to have got new growths as well. What with the nails giving hassle walking and the latest whatever it is, I may never wear socks again, too painful! Humph!

I freshened up and smelling all nice again, and the legs almost looking decent, I poddled carefully cause of the poor toes, to make a brew and take the midday medications. 

1Mon07WD 100.20.0 I almost made a start on some graphicalisationing at last, but the intercom rang, it was the Iceland delivery coming early. I let the chap in, and waited inside the door for him to arrive, and shouted through the narrow gap from a reasonable distance, that there was tipple for him on panel shelf in the lobby. He shouted out his appreciation and departed. I waited to hear the end door shut, then nipped out to get the fodder bags 1Mon08inside.

WD 100.20.0 More bumph posted through the door. PHCA Healthcare Assistants leaflet, no prices on it, though. And any adverts with just a mobile number on it always arouses a surreptitious smidge of suspicion. Offering various services. I didn’t see any nail-cutting ones on it, Tsk! Pity there were no prices. Imaging ringing them, not hearing what they said, or worse mishearing them, booking them to find what you thought was £25, turned out to be £75!

Just another memory of one of my earlier cock-ups, last year when I phoned a chiropodist to ask how much it was to have my toe-nails cut and ankle-ulcer clean-up. She was not happy to find I didn’t have enough cash to pay her with. Sad innit?

1Mon09aWD 100.20.0 As I was going back and forth, very carefully and in agony with the nails and Arthur Itis with the bags, I remembered that the second pair of trousers had not been delivered yet, from Amazon? Just another thought and summat further to worry about!

I got the bags unloaded and spread the 1Mon09bfodder about to take this photo of them all. As I began to put the items away, the first thing that came to mind was tonight’s nosh. I decided to try the pork and caramelised sausages, and make some imitation hot dogs with the brown wholemeal deli rolls delivered.

1Mon14bI was not confident that I would like them that much. Iceland had a habit of producing great things, like the ‘Naturally Imperfect Chips, and their quarter-pounder beefburgers, both great! But I’m afraid that they do sell items that are horrible as well. Like their so-called fresh tomatoes, own label pork pies etc., so what these rolls and sausages will be like, I’ll find out later. I got around to checking the stuff as I put it in the fridge, and oh, dearie me!

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Finally, I got things stored away and back to the Graphicalising again! For ten-minutes!

WD 100.20.0 Another interruption, the phone rang. It was Sister Jane, they were worried about me because they had not received the blog link. I investigated and found I had sent it to Pete’s old email address. I was surprised that it didn’t get through, on all three of my emails accounts, things all get through. I apolomostgised and forwarded the original on to Pete (I hope).

WD 100.20.0 Again, back to get some graphicalisationing done. I could have cried when the mobile rang out, stopping me again from CorelDrawing! What made it more frustrating than usual, was that Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were working all this missed time, and I could have really got on with the job. But it was a well-intended interruption. From Ballroom dancing champion, 2012 to 2015, and Obergruppenführeress, Warden Deana. She asked if I needed any bread or milk. I thanked her, and said not, all okay at the moment.

Back to the CorelDrawing yet again. This time it lasted for twenty minutes!

WDP 10R02LWD 100.20.0 I felt the warm wet sensation from the lower regions, that needed no explanation to me. Off to the wet room, and cleaned, dried and medication Little Inchies fungal lesion. I took a while, a bit of pain and usual ‘Argh’s, Eek’s, face contorting grumps, and some Spittling-Splurging!

It was so late now. Almost my head-down time. But, I gritted my teeth, I made a brew of Thompson’s tea, I put the oven on a low setting to get the sausages done later  (I’m looking forward to trying these), and back to the computer, in hopes of getting at least a few graphics done.

Then, as I was taking my seat on the computer chair…

WDPbbWD 100.20.0 ac The right leg gave forth with a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, nearly having me out of the swivel-chair!

WD 100.20.0 However, it was an exciting session. A sort of cross, between the stomp and a slightly more energetic one-legged, hokey cokey. It lasted for a few minutes too! Left me feeling a little drained, though. The worst thing, was it started the neurotransmitters off, and typing after this, and manipulating on CorelDraw, was impossible! I tried my best to carry on, but it was just too cock-up and mistake-prone. I was spending far more time correcting than drawing!

WDPBaMiserable now, self-pitying and depressed, all that missed opportunities with so many interruptions that stole away a rare opportunity for me to get some graphics done while the nerve-ends were working, lost!

I turned off the computer and tried to look for the silver lining in the whole fiasco, but it was too well sequestered, hidden!

1Mon16I got on the meal cooking. Ah, well, that’s Inchcock’s luck all over. Tsk!

After a while, I had the meal served-up on the tray. It looked okay to me, but it was a varied mix of success and chronicalisation!

The tomatoes, rare for Iceland, were British and tasted much better than their Moroccan ones. The Marmite cheese disc was gorgeous! The Iceland Straight-Chips were fine.

1Mon09bI’d like to offer a warning about the Pork and caramelised onion sausages. They were tasteless, fatty, and disappointing. I shall dish the ones not eaten, it would be unfair to offer them to any resident to eat.

The French, Granny Smith apple, one I found that wasn’t mouldy, was slightly more moist than an old house brick, but harder!

The wholemeal rolls were tasty. I used them as a holder for the sausages. As I folded the bread around the first sausage, the fat poured out of the link. Through the roll, my fingers, and dripped onto my belly and the plate at the first bite! Fat and water from the sausages got into the chips and made them go soft!

Flavour rating 3/10. Not one of my betterer feasts. Ah, well! Not to fret! 

I got the washing-up done. Got down in the £300, second-hand, none-working, broken by my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete. And stewed about all the things that stopped me working on CorelDraw. Messages, deliveries, phone calls, and the lousy luck in the nerve-ends dying just when I got the chance to get with CorelDrawing. Crying was an option! But I resisted.

WDP 4leftSweet Morpheous resisted, again!

Jenny, Doris, Cyndy, Gaynor, Margaret, Angela, Jane, Deana, Steve, William, Bill, Malcolm, Herbert, Josie and all of you Winwoodonians, take care, folks and the best of luck!

Inchcockski – Sunday 26th April 2020

April 26

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Sunday 26th April 2020

Yiddish: זונטיק דעם 26 סטן אפריל 2020

000 April 26

GM cap0103:50hrs: I didn’t wake up – because I didn’t get to sleep. I just grumpily, cantankerously decided to reluctantly get up, mainly because I needed a wee-wee.

WD 130.0.0 I quickly got out of the £300 second-hand, rickety recliner, gained my momentum, picked up the four-pronged walking stick, and made for the wet room. Within two paces I was in pain from the toe I stubbed last night! Argh! It’s not going to get any better until I can get the toenails cut somehow, but have no idea how I can get them done in the current lock-in? I’m due for a lot of slowly increasing suffering now. And have 12 weeks of enforced hibernation to get through before I can even think of getting out to the clinic. Gawd, I’m in a rotten mood, already!

A right sprinkling and spraying wee-wee it was, a bit of blood from Inchies fungal lesion joined in the drizzle. A good start this, I thought. I’m tired out, irritable. I go for a wee and find the place needed ten-minutes of cleaning up, medicating, and a lot of pain to do it, afterwards! A message of gloom from my EQ lowered what bit of confidence I had.

I needed to pull myself out of the darkness. I tried singing my favourite ‘happier-times’ related songs to myself as I went to the kitchen. But, the sharp stinging from the toe put an end to that idea! Whimper-whinge

I took the medications, including several swigs of the useless Peptac antacid medicine to calm Duodenal Donald down. Made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and got the computer going. I sent an email to Jenny, as I had not heard from her for a while. Which is not surprising, like me, she is busier than before the lockdown, helping and caring for so many people.

WD 130.0.0 Then, it was back to the wet room, for the Porcelain Throne this time. I had a bit of luck though; Duodenal Donald was really giving me some stick. I’m sure this helped me feel the effects of Constipation Conrad’s hurtful evacuation, much less. Does that make sense?

On the computer, and worked through updating the Saturday post. Took me a few hours, but it was all done. Published it, then I posted (emailed) off the links. Pinterest, Comments and Facebooking were visited.

Jenny emailed, she has got some bleach for me and will get it to me later, no rush for the money. Wonderful!

Made a template and made a start on this blog. Got it finalised, and then tended to the ablution duties. It was a right mixed bag of luck, this session was!

I had another trickling wee-wee, and as I moved after the session, and got the camera to take a photo of the ankle ulcer (I never did get around to making it):

7Sun02WD 130.0.0 a Instantly, with no warning twitches from the right knee or ankle (a rarity), a Neuropathic Schuhplattler right leg dance, kicked off! It lasted a while this one, too. But the more surprising fact. As I leant forward to the nearest solid object to grab onto, to keep my balance and not topple-over, the toilet cistern, the camera which was in the right hand, took this picture on the right as I fell forwards. Yet the photo came out great?

The dropsies were very few, probably fewer than for weeks if not longer. All I can recall, (Of course I was a little shook-up with the dance and Duodenal Donald stabbing at me) was the soap, razors (3), the towel, and the Germoloid cream tube. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

And the legs Peripheral Neuropathic, Clopidogrel legs, well, knees had changed the expressions on both patellas. Can you make out the shape that I can see in them on the left ones? I could make a competition to find the hidden object with these knees! Hahaha!

7Sun04a

I ignored the need to wear socks again, and I threw a verbal sneer at the Sock-Glide (Haha). But, being as I was planning to leave the flat, I thought it best if I put on the PPs, a shirt and some trousers!

Jen rang the bell and dropped-off the bleach for me outside. Grand of her, and it was the lemon-scented one that I like, too! Bless her. ♥

WD 130.0.0 a I went to ring her to thank her and tell her I’d drop the cash off later. ‘Clanger!’ I could not find the paper with peoples flat and phone numbers on it! I emailed her back, explaining my stupidity. Replied with her phone digits. Rang her, it was engaged. Took the bags to the waste chute and down to Jennies flat. Left bag with cash and rang the bell.

WD 130.0.0 I foolishly got in the lift, and went down to the ground floor and got out before I realised what I was doing. Waited to get back in, only one in a lift nowadays. When the elevator came, Cyndy got out, greetings exchanged. I think only about ten words were used between us. But it was nice to talk to someone real.

7Sun04bBack to the flat and got Josie’s nosh done. A little earlier than usual, but I took it to her door and pressed the bells. No answer. Oh, dear! I nipped back in the flat and covered the plate with foil to hopefully keep it warm for a while, and put the Limoncello back in the fridge to keep that cold.

More sorting in the kitchen produced another black bag for the chute. So I took it and called at Josie’s on the way back. No answer.

Updated this diary a while, and then took the now cold meal to Josie’s, for the third time. Aha! A response! She’d been in the shower. We had a natter, and I explained why the meal maybe a little cold. My fault for going too early. She should like the potatoes this time, I’d got some Leicester cheese to use, and thanks to Jenny, some butter to add to them.

Then I got back to the computer and remembered I’d forgotten to take out the Limoncello from the fridge! Back to Josie, and explained. I got a rum look, and she mentioned that I had already given her a pot of orange jelly. IU told her that will keep for any time, I know how much she loves her Limoncello.

7Sun01WD 130.0.0 I did a quick check of the latest Coronavirus figures. My first thought was, good, only 20 new cases confirmed yesterday. But on seeing the local deaths, it shook me a bit.

And these figures are not including anyone who dies anywhere other than in a hospital.

We’ve a long way to go yet. Confidence in a solution being found is limited

I then prepared my own meal.

7Sun40WD 130.0.0 I was a tad disappointed in how the cheesy mashed potatoes turned out. I’ll leave out the butter on the next lot I try making, I reckon. All that Leicester cheese I used, and still not much of a flavour to it. The caramelised onion pate will not be tried again if I can get any, it will be the pork & mushrooms ones in future. The overall taste rating was 5/10. But it looked lovely! Hahaha!

I got the pots washed, cleaned a bit of the kitchen floor, but stopped when Duodenal Donald complained.

7Sun41I made up a bottle of spring water and lemon cordial mix.

Spotting these families out in the sunshine on the bottom field, I got the Nikon to record the view. It didn’t particularly cheer me up as it usually would have done. Cause a bit of jealousy came to the fore. How I wish I could still be able to take a walk through the Tree Copse! But, my new disabilities since the stroke, and now the enforced twelve-week imprisonment in the flat, guaranteed my days of ambling, smelling the petrichor and falling over in the Copse, are finished. Tsk!

I got down in the no-longer working, broken by my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-law Pete, rickety recliner.

A first here, no nod-offs came at all, even with the TV on! No thought-storming! Just a sort of vagueness, and mind wandering without aim or resolution.

7Sun39

Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Hosris Sapit

Inchcockski – Saturday 25th April 2020: Humph! The mostest painful toe-stubbing ever!

April 25

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Saturday 25th April 2020

Samoan: Aso Toʻonaʻi 25 Aperila 2020

GM L 0.0.13002:45hrs: I woke up, and stirred with a certain reluctance. Brought about by my anxiety of what the next mistake, error, memory lapse, blank-spell or tumble will bring forth with it.

No doubt about it, my confidence was low today to start with. It was almost like waking up a different person. The mind tormented and changed, I expect, from the four weeks of self-isolation. The thought of my being given instructions to keep isolated for another twelve weeks, and aware of all the problems that have arisen already, are doing me no good at all.

WDP 02aLDetermined not to get uptight and despondent like the last two days, I deliberated and brain-stormed in search of some positives from the situation. I surprised myself in how many I came up with. Most of the deformed, or contrived, but they made me feel a bit better, just for thinking of the silliness in most of them:

  1. I’ve avoided injuries galore, by not putting any socks on, and avoiding the daily battle with the Sock-Glide! (Although, I do have  a fear of having to use it again)
  2. No buses. So no catching the wrong one!
  3. No buses. So no falling asleep on them and missing the bus stop!
  4. No buses. So no forgetting the bus pass, reading glasses, hearing-aids, cash, wristwatch, alert-cards and wristlets, mobile phone, medications or shopping list!
  5. No waiting in the lift lobby, as the cages keep going up and down missing the twelfth floor altogether, repeatedly and then being delayed and missing the bus!

Searching for some silver-linings, no matter how far-fetched, still felt of some benefit to this mentally mangled-mind of mine. For a few moments, anyway!

As I was slowly and unenthusiastically removing my flabby-bulk from the second-hand, £300, uncomfortable, c1968, rickety-relic of a recliner, and grabbed the stick, the need for a wee-wee came on suddenly, and urgently. It was crucial that I responded with all alacrity available, to avoid any undue leakages.

6Sat01WD 0.0.128 3 When I got in the wet room, and the flow, flowed with an amazing forcefulness for once, as opposed to the trickling efforts of the last few days. I noticed the lower right arm had gone a speckly red-orange colour? Still, it made a change from the usual pale bloodless white.

WD 0.0.128 2A I washed my hands as I did so, the damned carbolic soap shot out of my palm, bounced off of the wall, and straight down in the toilet bowl! That’s the end of that then. I’ll have a ferret around in the airing cupboard later, to see if I can any soap in there. I wonder if they have invented a miracle soap, toothpaste, spectacles and hearing aids magnet, and are testing it in my bog? Hahaha!

6Sat02Into the kitchen, and took the medications, guzzled a load of the inefficacious, unfructuous, otiose Peptac to try to calm Duodenal Donald down a bit. Made a brew and opened the window to see what the odd noise was, found no cause for it, and took a photo of the morning view of the twinkling Nottingham lights.

I got on with the sad Saturday post. Plodded away and got it done. Emailed the links. Pinterested two photos. Then on TFZer Facebooking. WordPress Reader next.

About 08:30hrs, I got the template for this one done, and started creating it. But had to divert to the Porcelain Throne.

WD 0.0.128 3 Ah, well, Trotski Terence didn’t last long, back to Constipation Conrad being in charge again. Ten minutes after starting, and a lot of effort and pain, the evacuation was finished, with a certain relief all around my body. Hehe! I went to the sink to get a wash, and couldn’t find the soap. I actually started searching around for it, it took a minute or so before I remembered I’d dropped in down the toilet earlier. Ay-yay-yay! What an Eizel! I must ask the Doctor if I can remember her, and where the surgery is later after the isolation period ends if it ever does… now, what was I going to ask her? Oh, yes! If the Peripheral Pete Neuropathy inspired Nicodemus Neurtranmitter end dying, could be causing me to be losing it with the memory, and failure to grasp, and fear of doing so, almost everything nowadays? I think?

6Sat05a I then had a check on the WordPress comments. Then started this blog going.

WD 0.0.128 3 I went on Gmail to check again if any new stuff had arrived, and found a couple, one from Iceland (on the left here). This is an example of me struggling to comprehend things. Does this mean… well what does it mean? I have an order in for Monday already?

Make amends to your order. I imagine that amendments as meant?

A strict time allowed. So, I waited until 10.00am, and carried on with the blogging duties. But with confusion milling about in my head!

Well, as they say on the message, they hope this makes life a little easier, but this doesn’t make my life a little easier! Does this mean its a one-off, do I have to do it next week? Confusionableitis is rampant! If I do make an order, will they send it if I already have one in with them? Oh, Wallupperisticles and Finglegoberisations! So, I made one. At ten o’clock, I pressed the link button and got more messages before it let me on the site. I clicked to book a slot and got one in for Tuesday. 8 >10am.

Well, this is likely to cause me more bother than if I’d not done it. I don’t know if it will be valid. On Monday, I have an order coming that will fill the cupboards and fridge, now I’ve ordered some more for Tuesday! Hopefully, if it does come, I can share some with Jenny, as a sort of thank you. I hope she’s got some room in her fridge and freezer. Doing silly things comes so much easier nowadays!

I made brew, and had some mini-cheddars with it, and watched some UTube stuff while I had the odd breakfast.

6Sat076Sat05Sister Jane and Brother in Law Pete sent me a photograph of their latest just received freebie box of fodder. (Right one doctored by yours truly, to show what they really meant. Hahaha!)

Talk about taking the wee-wee! Hahaha!

But I’m not jealous. Oh, no! Not at all.

Thanks, Pete and Jane, gave me a rare laugh, and much appreciated too!

Fatigue Francis, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, and Dizzy Dennis, all convinced me to stop, make some nosh and have a sit-down. But my appetite and gluttony came to the fore, and I decided to make a nosh instead. The Iceland beefburgers, tempted me. They are not fatty at all, this was the appeal of them. I hope they don’t make Duodenal Donald any worse than he already is.

6Sat09Simple enough meal. The last of my low-fat, ‘Naturally Imperfect’ oven chips were crispy and not fatty at all. The burgers were grand. The last of the piccolo tomatoes were wonderful, a Marmite and plain cheese disc were okay.

No bread, the loaf I had in was going mouldy, so I dished it. But that was a good thing, no need for bread with every meal, I’m getting used to it now. The low-calorie thin weak yoghourt was made edible with the addition of some Maple syrup, and it was all devoured and masticated with great joy! Flavour rated at 8.8/10!

I did the pots. Considered doing the hand-washing, but chickened out.

I took the evening medications. Olive oiled the ear-holes, made up a bottle of spring water with added the last of the Orange Barley, had a wee-wee.

6Sat10Then settled down to watch some TV, with a certainty that sleep would surely come early tonight, after all, I was feeling mentally drained. AS long as the Thought-Storms didn’t kick-off.

I opted to watch some Rosemary & Thyme episodes. I watched all the way through the first one, without a single no-off. By cunningly changing and scrolling through the other channels when the advert-breaks came on. (Swank-Mode-Engaged!)

WDP 03eWD 0.0.128 3 I had to visit the Porcelain Throne after this episode finished. What a performance that was. Constipation Conrad had really taken over the rear-end proceedings. Pain, blood, crosswording and a toe-stubbing! With not being able to get the toe-nails cut anywhere, this was the most painful stub of all time! (Sunday a.m.: It’s currently competing with Duodenal Donald for the position of Top-Dog in the ailment ratings!) Little Inchies fungal lesion needed cleaning and sorting, more agony!

WDP 02lbA different version of Inchcock returned to his £300, second-hand, uncomfortable, c1968, not-working rickety recliner. A sad, grumpy thing, who became sadderer, when sleep refused to come, he didn’t even have any nodding-offs.

Poor old sausage!

Inchcock Today – Friday 24th April 2020: In brief

April 24

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A day of mayhem. Officialdom, form-fillings, phone calls, emails, texts and sheer panic and fretting. Duodenal Donald had free-range on me (And still had as of Saturday morning – which is when I got around to doing this template). Memory, brain, gone. Sorry that it’s not detailed at all, just too busy getting my self all in a kerfuffle with authorities communications, panic attacks and unwanted raging Thoughts-Storms. Many incidents missed off, though memory lapses and some photographs (I think) disappearing from the SD card, which often helps memory when I see them, but not today!

Friday 24th April 2020

Icelandic: Föstudaginn 24 Apríl 2020

000 April 24

GM brownR.05:30hrs: Got up. Tired and weary still.

WD 0.0.30 Greeted by even more mail that had been delivered, and demanded attention and replies to.

Confusion reigned in the head.

Missed morning medications as I tried to make some sense of the mail. Nottingham City Homes, Pension Company, Zoom, Doctors further instructions, Sorting out the none-recognition of my National Health Number by the Government, and others!

Deana called in reply to my message on her phone. More questions to clarify the situation. (I’ve never had so many questions and queries in my life). She’ll try to find out about the NHS number, and get back to me.

WD 0.0.30A I fell head over heels in the kitchen, thanks to Neuropathy Nigel’s nerve ends failing in the leg this time! Took a while to sort my self out, shook up a bit. Made tea had a sit-down but still kept reading official letters, failing to fully understand them of course. Surprised with the instructions that I must stay indoors for twelve-weeks minimum from date of the letter.

Can’t remember it, but I must have taken these shots from the kitchen early on?

5Fri01

Copreldrawing, blog updating, all with Duodenal Donald accompanying me. Kept swigging the pathetic Peptac.

So much I cannot recall. The later stuff seems to have sunk in a bit better. It doesn’t help when I cannot read my own scribbled notes.

Emails, comment, messages, Facebook? I had problems with CorelDraw, not performing some things. Selecting two items and pressing E and C would normally do an automatical Centering up and down. I had to save, turn-ff and reload again several times. I think I recall this, cause it took so long and I was getting uptight about having little time to get things done and other things needed doing… Not happy, and Donald was so persistent.

Got the meal prepping done, beef (boil in the bag) from the saucepan, into the pan with the garden peas, chips in the oven. (I should not have had chips with Donald as he is, but I think it was a way of sticking two fingers up at him?)

6Sat03I spent many an hour going back to try and sort out the paperwork. But got nowhere with it. Other than to confuse my self even more.

I hope the other tenants are doing a bit better with their plans and responses. My current look at it, then put in a pile to be examined again later and forgetting about them, is not the best idea.

I might have made an Accifauxpa here, or not. But I think these photos might be from an earlier post, that somehow in my confusion, I have made up again. Sorry.

5Fri04

4Thu02I tried a few times to make sense of, and understand all the bumf in the NHS letter, and the none recognition of my NHS number which is preventing me getting any food parcels, or going on the At Risk register.

I never expected old age to be like this!

Tried to do an Iceland order.

5Fri04WD 0.0.30 Got this message up. This meant repeatedly running into the kitchen to check the food and back sharpish in case I missed getting the order in. It indicated I had 45-minutes to wait.

Got fed-up and started making an order up, on the Iceland site. Still kept checking on the fodder. Got sent to a different page when I was admitted, but it kept details, so checked and confirmed the order. Earliest available was on Monday, 12 > 1400hrs. Fair enough.

Cay Walk model, Warden Hauptsturmfhüreress Deana rang back later, the people in charge at where the NHS number was not recognised, were going to contact me sometime in the future, but not this week of course.I don’t know of anyone else that have had their NHS number not recognised, of the 400 odd residents here, nor did Deana. I could get depressed you know! But, being as I am already, I didn’t bother. Haha!

4Thu24The nosh, was absolutely grand! These oddly named ‘Naturally Imperfect Chips’, are tasty but not fatty at all. The braised beef in onion gravy, was enough to stop me bothering ordering any again, tiny and not tasty! The sugar snap peas, perfect! Tomatoes tasty! The cheeses were alright. The apple, mushy, dry and bland with a tough skin. The plain yoghourt was thin, but passable with maple syrup stirred into it. A 6/10 rating.

As for after getting down and settled, I’m not sure what happened. I recall waking at 21:30hrs, and turning off the TV.

Unchcock, no, Inchcock Today – Thursday 23rd April 2020: Dreich, Frustrated. Hey-ho!

April 23

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Thursday 23rd April 2020

Norwegian: Torsdag 23 April 2020

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GM GreensLWD 0.50.0 2 04:00hrs: Woke up wanting a wee-wee. Staggered up to my feet, and over to the bucket, took a WUT (Weak-Unwilling-Trickling) wee-wee. It took me a while, unwilling to start and pass as it was, it also seemed reluctant to stop as well.

This gave me time to assess the ailments and plans of things to get done. In the forefront of thoughts was the getting through to the Zoom site. But having got a membership yesterday, I thought it would be okay this time. Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna were seemingly the worsed of my attackers this morning, both on form and getting worse as the day went on. Unfortunately, this caused my usual old man’s grumpiness to turn to an annoying niggly grumpiness,  that was not doing a lot to help me cope with Donald and Anne Gyna, and a sport of resentment at my condition, helped the darkness to take over.

4Thu03aWD 0.50.0 2 As I walked with the single walking stick to the kitchen, some letters at the front door caught my attention. I investigated. I opened Corona Virus one, but there were five A4 pages of things, instructions, etc. I mustn’t read and digest all the much-repeated guidelines. About the virus and lock-down. I’ll get it digested when I get the time.

WD 0.50.0 2 The Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep-Vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic next. The Warfarin result, shown it down a tad at 2.4 this time. The next blood test is due not until Tue 15th May, in three weeks time. So, no Nurses to visit me for a while, this didn’t help my blackness.

WD 0.50.0 2 The last letter was from Ingeus, ‘Preparing You, for a healthier you.’ Huh!

4Thu19gThe mushrooms were put in the slow cooker on a low setting.

I got on the computer, was busying away twixt CorelDraw graphics and Wordressing updating the Wednesday post for many hours. Then Pinterested and Facebooked some photos. Emailed the link. Then off to get the Ablutions done.

4Thu04I had to hurry along a bit, as I was scared of missing the log-on time for the Ingeus, Zoom session. The legs looked a little pale, a contrast to how I felt, black and depressed, but couldn’t help it – it just persisted.

The dropsies during the ablutioning session were not overly too many. But getting freshened up and medicated, brought much aggravation and frustration to me! WD 0.50.0a 2 I knocked a lot of things off of the floor cabinet and proceeded to take some skin off of my knuckles, bang my head a few times, and dropped the picker-upperer while trying to retrieve the items. Ashamedly, I was getting angrier with myself, and more wound-up all the time! Duodenal Donald was getting annoyed with me, as well! The sorting things out took far too long, and I was in a-right pent-up and repressed mood, now! I got half-dressed and rushed to the computer with only minutes to spare.

3Wed14WD 0.50.0 2 I was in the middle of trying to log on Zoom when Sister Jane rang. I explained the state I was in and promised to ring back later.

I got through to my appropriate page, and I thought things were going well. Hahaha, Idiot!

4Thu07I put in the password as sent me by Ingeus and saved, with almost semi-confidence, I thought this is it, I’m getting online at last. Pillock!

WD 0.50.0 2 The password was rejected, and I was totally lost now. So I came out of Zoom altogether and tried again. I couldn’t get on Zoom at all after that!

WDPleft02WD 0.50.0 2 I sat there wondering what to try next, or if there was anything I could do at all! My depression deepened. Duodenal Donald got as bad as I have ever suffered, Anne Gyna continued to stab all over my upper torso. Dizzy Dennis put his bit in as well. My finding of words is not usually a problem for me, even if I can’t remember how to spell them and have to look the word up on Word Hippo. But how I felt at this moment could not be described, other than low and black.

WDP 2019AThis did not last for too long, mind. Somehow or other, after a period of self-analysis, and self-criticism, I fought off much of the blackness. By resigning to the fact that I no longer wanted to be put through the torment of Ingeus’s lack of support or cold responses, and the vagaries of the Zoom sight. Obviously, I am never going to master it, so why put myself through all the worry about it. I shall not even bother trying again. Thus, freeing myself a little, in the mind.

Of course, when the anti-empathetic staff call me, and they will, no doubt, I shall try not to listen to their useless read from a bit of some book advice or recommendations any more, and just tell them I am not up to trying anymore. If this causes diabetes to croak me out early, so be it. Anyway, the Coronavirus or any one of other my ailments can whip me away at any time.

WD 0.50.0 2 I do not need this hassle, cannot cope with it.  I can get myself all muddled up on my own, thank you. And Duodenal Donald and Ann Gyna are not easing off any, and now as I type this, Toothache Tim is kicking off again.

Thankfully, and I can’t figure out why, but Nicodemus’s Neuroltramitters, Hernia Harry, Reflux Roger, Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, Saccades Sandra, Trotsky Terence, Clopidogrel Clive, Thrombophlebitis-Fred, Shaking Shaun, and Peripheral Pete, Haemorrhoid Harold, Back-Pain Brenda and Impetigo-Imogen, each and every one of them, are in a good mood with me this morning! A united front, against the blackness.

I’ve no idea if my decision, or the very fact that I made a decision helped, but the blackness got easier, lighter to cope with. It was so late now, I planned the meal of the day and made a brew.

Looking out at the sky, brought and nourished my nephelococcygia and nephology to the fore. I could see so many things shaped in the clouds in each photograph too. I wonder, now I’ve cheered up a bit; can anyone can see the ghost, angel?

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4Thu16I looked into what would be a good nosh menu. I moved the mushrooms from the slow cooker to the saucepan and put some petit pois in, to cook for three minutes.

WD 0.50.0 2 I managed to knock the jug and lid of the saucepan off of the counter onto the floor. It was easy to do for me, no bother Hehehe! The saucepan lid now has a dent in it. But I was not bothered in the slightest! I was coming out of a depression, by a planned route, and things were feeling so much easier now. A smug-mode was adopted!

Back to the junk room mark one, and rang Sister Jane back. Stuttering Stephanie intervened, and Reflux Roger too. Jane told me she had read Tim Price’s comment,  helping with the Zoom situation. I must have a look ASAP. But nae bother now, after a nattering session, I got on with getting some more computerisationing done. Still feeling even betterer!

4Thu02WD 0.50.0 2 I stopped for a while to study the letter from the Doctors in depth. I have been identified as someone who is at severe risk of severe illness if I catch Coronavirus. (Still no food parcels though) I am to stay at home for at least 12-weeks from today. No contact with anyone other than health workers who need to see me as a part of my healthcare.

They gave a number to ring, to get a Government support officer with my details. But my NHS number was repeatedly not recognised after several tries. (By gum, I’ve died, and no one told me!) Hahaha!

I rang Warden Deana to ask if she could assist, but it was too late, and she’d gone and couldn’t respond to the call. I left a message, which she will get in the morning, I imagine unless she is working here on Friday. So, I rang another number, Nottingham City Council, from the Doctors letter to ask for advice.

WD 0.50.0 2 The music was excellent when I got on the Council number waiting list. Twenty minutes later, after a repeated recorded message from someone, I couldn’t understand what the recorded said at first. But after about the fifteenth time it was played as I waited, I worked out it was telling me I had to registered to vote. When the lady answered, and quizzed me on my details, she said she would forward it to the Government number.

Still, I was not getting depressed again, things looked good.

WD 0.50.0 2 I added some stuff to the Morrison order for three or four weeks time. Then tried an Iceland order, but it was no go. No slots were available.

I could see through the windows of the balcony, I had a good few flies of some sort in there? I got the camera and ventured in to take some photos and investigate what they were. Curious!

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4Thu17Off to the kitchen again. I made sure I had some and knew where it was stored, Maple Syrup to flavour the plain yoghourt with for later. I turned of the mushroom and peas heat.

Checked in the refrigerator to ensure the bacon was in there. Made jolly nice brew of tea, took some of the weak, insipid Peptac medicine, and 4Thu19fthen the evening tablets, and olive oiled the eardrums.

A quick check to make sure I can open the plain yoghourt lid. I’m not sure as it happens, but I think I should be able to master it. At least I hope I can. Hehe!

4Thu19dWell, it’s now four hours beyond my usual head-down time.

The sun is still out, and at last, I spotted a dog and owner outside, Haha! This mutt had the beating if its owner. As much as the bloke tried to rush the old dog along, it wasn’t having any of it. I fell in love with it!

4Thu19JBless him or her!

I got the sweet potato fritters cooking in the oven.

Then did a search for the latest Coronavirus results in Nottingham, the Country and for the East Midlands. Nottingham City seems to be doing better than many other areas.

I’m shattered now, all done in. But feeling a lot better now.

WD 0.50.0 2 I had a look at the advice from Tim Price on the terribly convoluted, to me, Zoom site. But it wasn’t there?

WD 0.50.0 2 From nowhere. Duodenal Donald burst forth with the most agonising stabbing and sharp, aching, pains. Come think of it, it was most likely in conjunction with Anne Gyna. I mused over whether I should be eating the sweet potato fritters or not, in 4Thu21my condition?

But my gluttony, allotriophagy, coenaculous, and phagomania won the day. I got the meal served up on the big blue oblong plastic plate that Lyzzi in America sent to me when I moved into the flat. ♥ A right feast it turned out to be, as well. 9/10 for the taste! Distressingly, this is the last of the sweet potato fritters for three weeks, when the next delivery is available from Morrisons. I just hope they have some in stock at the time!

Oh, the yoghourt was very thin and tasteless, but with a drop of the Maple Syrup mixed in, it was passable.

However, there was a nagging sense that Duodenal Donald was going to go on one of his rampages. No reasons as such, just that he had been more active today than for many a month. The uncomfortable sensation of positive expectancy lingered!

4Thu19kWD 0.50.0 2 Got the pots washed and had another review of the Sherringham Park Medical Practise instructions.

I phoned Sister Jane, to ask her to send me a copy of Tim Price’s comment on Zoom, but a connection was impossible, the line kept going dead after I’d dialled the number?

4Thu20Maybe, with the millions of folks at home, there was more of a demand for the lines?

WD 0.50.0 2 I fetched a bottle of the spring water with added orange cordial added. I took this snap of the evening sky. As Duodenal Donald kicked off again. Gruelling-Gromble-Garblisations!

WDP 003iWD 0.50.0 2 By the time I’d mounted the £300, second-hand, c1968, sickeningly beige-coloured, none-working, frayed, rickety, ready-for-recycling, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, and settled with the woolly hat pulled down over my eyes. In search of sleep, I realised it was mission impossible! The thought-storming, fretting, Duodenal Donald, and whoever was making the top-knock noisy somewhere, were my nemesis. A sort of retributive justice, for whatever I’d done wrong, and was revenging things with again denying me sleep!

WD 0.50.0 2 I got the specs on, dismounted the recliner, grabbed the stick and went to fetch a drink of spring water I’d flavoured from the kitchen. After a minute or two failed search for the bottle, it dawned on me that I had taken it through and put it handily on the Ottoman tray earlier! I was so iracundulous with myself! What an Eizel!

WD 0.50.0 2 Back and settled in the recliner again, went to turn on the TV, but could I find the remote control thingamajig? No! I freed my overly burdened with flab body from the recliner in search of the control stick. After a ferret around I found it on the floor between the chairs. Grabbed Jenny’s ♥ donated picker-upperer stick and retrieved it. Duodenal Donald kicked off again as I settled down once more.

WDP sleepLI started to watch a Kitchen Nightmare episode I’d not seen before, in between expelling oohs and argh’s in response to Donald’s refreshed activities. At the first set of adverts, I nodded off into a land of bliss!

I stayed like this (sleeping), for over five hours. It was good!

Inchcockski – Wed 22 Apr 2020: Mental and physical purgatory. Humph!

April 22

2020 ttttApr22

Wednesday 22nd April 2020

Latin: Die 22 Aprilis MMXX

000 April 22

01:20hrs: I woke with Duodenal stinging away, and I was fretting over the Diabetes course link not working later on. To my feet, and the regular wee-wee was taken, another WUPT (Weak-Unwilling-Painful-Trickling) variety.

I was reminded of my sitting on and breaking the new headphone last night, as I spotted them looking in a sad state hanging off of the £300, second-hand rickety-recliner. Well, they lasted about four months, I think.

WD 69.0.69 2Tue11I made a brew, took the medications and had a look for the latest (Yesterdays only found, too early for today).

Cleaned and disinfected the emergency wee-wee bucket, had a quick wash, and onto the computer to start the updating of the diary.

Which was cut short by the arrival of the Porcelain Throne being needed, and off to the wet room I limped. What a change this time. The pain was far less, but the evacuation was so sticky and messy, runny, and had an aroma more fouler than yesterdays!

Pressed on with the blog (for several hours), got it finished and sent off the links via email. Then on Pinterest, WordPress Reader and next, The TFZer Facebooking.

Had to make a couple of graphics for today’s post.

Back to the Porcelain Throne for a second visit. Exactly like the first one, but I think the pain was a bit less this time. Duodenal Donald was giving some stick still.

3Wed03Handwashing was done, rung and hung.

Had a bit of off-time on U-Tube, then got the ablutions sorted out. At a cost!

WD 69.0.69 WD 69.0.69A Whatta-a-farce! It suited this Klutz, come farceur Inchcock down to the ground, ideally! But at least the ablutions went differently than usual. With new Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas. Oh, Yes!

  • On getting in the room, the third use of the Porcelain Throne was needed. Messy, smelly and not much evacuated.
  • Cut gum on the toothbrush. Dropped toothbrush and then razors several times.
  • Dropped the mouthwash bottle! (It burst open after landing on my foot!)
  • Bent down, holding onto the sink, to get the plastic bottle, and the squashing caused Little Inchies fungal lesion to start bleeding. So, more hassle to sort out!

WD 69.0.69 Bigger farce than the ablutions, I tried to get on the Zoom site, for the Diabetes course. As they (Ingeus) said, at 09:30hrs.

So, I downloaded it, where to I have no idea, but the screen stayed the same, other than telling me ‘The meeting has not started” and the sad Ingeus people told my to log-on at 09:30hrs for the 10:00 session? The message kept repeating and putting cookies on the computer every 5 seconds? Pressed load and run again. 3Wed10aNothing changed. Totally lost now, I left it running.

Tried again, and thought I was getting somewhere. Zoom wanted to know the meeting I needed to get into. No idea what to put, so I typed in Ingeus prediabetes. But it would not allow any spaces in the block. So, I pressed to join.

This led me to a page wanting a password, email, date of birth etc. So I filled them in.

Well fancy that, I got thrown out for Invalid meeting ID. (3,001).

3Wed12 (2)

I think I recall mentioning three or four weeks ago when they first contacted me about this conference type meeting, that I thought, with Ingeus involved, it’s not going to go right. Huh! Spot on Inchock!

The phone chirped, and it was Caroline (I think), from the direct support team. At the time, I was in pain from Duodenal Donald and was up all uptight about the Porcelain Throne visits and my not getting through to Zoom for the meeting.

I went on the Zoom site again, and realised that my stupidity knew in limits! Either they had changed the day to the 23rd, or (more likely) I’d put it down for the wrong day on Google Calendar! I could and do cringe at myself!

I’m not sure how it got it, but I am now a member of Zoom?

3Wed14Just think; I’ve got this to go through again now, in the morning! Hoggledruidisations!

I really am getting wee’d off with myself. What a Chaleria of a Nebech!

I hobbed and wobbled off to get Porcelain Throne visit number five, I think. Huh! Constipation Konrad has been instantly replaced with Trotsky Terence! 

Well, I discovered I’d got spots and blemishes all over the body!

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3Wed02I washed and medicated certain delicate areas after the visit to the Throne.

Incidentally, the reconstructed taped together little clock I broke, twice, is still working! A tiny speck of success in my accident-prone, ill-fated, pointless existence! Of course, any iota of victories I may have always fallen under the umbrella of the ‘It didn’t really matter anyway’ section. Tsk! But they do help keep me just this safeish-side of the ‘Losing all hope’ barrier.

Got the nosh sorted out, I’d have prefered getting the brain and mind sorted out, but why dream of the impossible? (Blimus, I’m going bonkers here – what a wassuck!

I was a little concerned in my choice of having the maple marinated lamb steaks, with Duodenal Donald playing up. But my spirits after making one of my more-stupid cock-ups over the timing of the Diabetes meeting, and getting myself all heck-up, I was in an even lower than earlier. So stayed with the lamb idea, which may prove to be a nasty mistake later. But was I bovvered? Nae!

4Thu01I sorted the meal prepping. Got the lamb in the oven, they are thin slices so only need twenty minutes to cook. Checked the mushrooms were cooked and added them to the can of curried beans, with a splash of hickory. By then, the meal was ready to be served up. Smashing! Taste rating, 7/10.

Enjoyed the meal no-end. Up to now, no reactions from Duodenal Donald, he’s not any worse than he has been all day. 

I got the things washed up. I imagine my guilt at getting things all mixed up again earlier on, made me decide to get some cleaning done, for I knew how painful it would be. Maybe not precisely self-flagellation (perhaps purgation, though), but my indeterministic frame of mind thought it a good idea.

WD 69.0.69A I got some black bags made up and limped to the waste chute. I trapped my hand in the chute and broke the elastic band on the alarm alert bracelet. But the alarm itself bounced away from the chute and landed on the floor. I cannot remember feeling more relieved for months. Phew! If it had gone down to the bins twelve floors below, it would probably have been the deciding factor in my wish to carry on. But, there it was, in the middle of so many things on my mind; my Zoom cock-up, Duodenal Donald now getting worse, the confused state of mind, came a little good luck!

WD 69.0.69A I almost cheered up, turned to leave the waste cubby-hole, and gave myself a crackingly painful toe-stubbing on the door edge! As I limped, slightly more than usual back to the flat, the good luck that I was over the moon about minutes earlier, faded.

WD 69.0.69 I planned to get the kitchen floor mopped up next, but I’d left the tap running while I was out, and no hot water was available. (Had this been a ploy from me, to avoid the cleaning? I don’t know!) I decided to boil the kettle and clean the floor edges of the cupboards by hand. Surprising myself at getting back up on my feet each time, with less bother than I usually have? Life is so confusing, especially to the already confused!

WD 69.0.69 Duodenal Donald was getting worse, a lot worse. So I lamely gave up on the cleaning and took the evening medications, with gulps of the ineffective Peptic medicine. I dare not take any extra painkillers with the others, so gritted my teeth instead. (Hahaha!)

WD 69.0.69 I settled to watch some TV. Surprisingly, with it being so early yet, I nodded off into the land of bliss! Which was broken, by the ‘Klunk-Bang-Tap-tap-Knocking’, coming from somewhere above the flat? I was niggled at this breaking my precious sleep at first. Then realised how early it was still, so irked, but not worried about the ‘Klunk-Bang-Tap-tap-Knocking’, not this early. It might have been Herbert doing his models, a repairman or anything, it didn’t matter. I was the oddity for trying to sleep so early, to catch-up on missed kip.

So, I got up, pants on, and tried to do some more cleaning up. The door buzzer rang out. It was the catwalk model, Obersturmführeress Warden Deana, just checking, that was nice. Pleasant to have a little Socially distanced chinwag.

I got back into the night attire (Well, stripped off). And into the £300, second-hand, not-working, rickety recliner. Pulled the bobble cap over the eyes, and went in search of some rest, sleep, sweet Morpheous…

The ‘Klunk-Bang-Tap-tap-Knocking’ started again and was persistent this time. All one could do was to try and put up with it. Eventually, it stopped, but by then, I was so agitated about not sleeping, it was hard to get any.

* “Life is so pleasant, calm, gentle and trouble-free.”

*  Many more lies are available on request.

TTFNski.

Inchcock – Tue 21 Apr 2020: Isolation = Xenisation at home!

April 21

2020 ttttApr21

Tuesday 21st April 2020

Kinyarwanda: Ku Wa Kabiri 21 Mata 2020

000 April 21

GM cap01b WD 128.0.0 04:25hrs: I woke up, with what I thought was perhaps the most urgent ever need for a wee-wee! I sort of rolled out of the £300, second-hand, none-working, c1968 rickety recliner, and fell forwards to the sound of a thud-thud, as the poor old knees hit the deck, and oaths flowed, and panic gripped me! The pain was almost ignored, in my desperate efforts to get to the bucket in time!

WDP 03LWD 128.0.0 It seemed to take an aeon to get to my feet again, and I made a frantic lunge for the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), as I whipped the jammie bottoms down. Ever felt a right fool? I did! Absolutely nothing happened for a couple of minutes! Then slowly but surely, I felt the progress being made through my innard’s tubes, as the pain increased as the liquid neared its escape hatch, Little Inchy. It still took more time, some grimacing, and forceful encouragement to get things started.

I burst forth with several viable verses of Argh, argh, argh! Arghhh! Argh! As the pathetic yet so uncomfortable trickle took a few more minutes, and barely covered the bottom the of the bucket! Mmm? I must have another urine infection. What with Constipated Konrad in charge at the rear end, movements were a problem already, without this as well. Tsk! Wallupfestations, Finglegloberisations, and Dangwangles! and a Humph as well!

WD 128.0.0 The final insult, if that is the right word, Little Inchies fungal lesion started to pour blood! It squirted upwards and went over the nightshirt. However, a soothing few words from EQ; “Don’t fret over this, mate, or what’s coming soon will really get to you!” Actually calmed me down a bit, and by the time I’d limped carefully with wide-apart little steps, to the wet room, things were being accepted without too much annoyance. I went through the cleaning and medicationalisationing with the usual gritted teeth, but not feeling sorry for myself. True! The applying of the Betamethasone corticosteroid cream, was actually less painful than it usually is?

I cleaned up, took off the shirt and changed into new PPs. Hobbling at a steady rate as well, to the kitchen, I found I was singing to myself, mostly Billy Fury and Rick Nelson stuff, as I got the kettle on. (Important things first, you know!) I even felt a smidge proud of my decision to put the teabag pots on the floor, so I could get at least some exercise in. Haha!

I took the medications and made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. As I was taking it into the junk-computer room, it was as if someone had poked Duodenal Donald into life, and he was not in a happy mood at all with me. I returned to have a few good swigs of the inept, none-effective Peptac medicine, in a most likely failed attempt to ease the stabbing pains from Donald. I decided to take a Macrodol as well, cause I reckon that Constipation Conrad is still having a go at me, no signs of any Porcelain Throne needs yet, and this is very rare.

I had to stop on the computer to get the ablutions done in case the Nurse arrives early to take the blood sample.

Off to the wet room. A marvellous start, I must say!

1Mon05aWD 128.0.0 I picked up the clock I dropped into the WC yesterday, off of the shower chair. And dropped it again! It’s now in a few more pieces. Well, Gruelling-Gromble-Garblisations! With a double Tsk!, thrown in! The teeth cleaning went injury-free. The shaving brought a couple of minor cuts. Dropsies were the carbolic soap. (Well, I am using the carbolic longer than usual, and it’s getting smaller all the time, Hehe!) The razors (3), the Foam spray, and towel were the only other dropsies, so, not too bad.

WD 128.0.0 I did struggle in getting the smaller PPs on and banged the shin, knees and elbow as I flailed about to keep from going over from Dizzy Dennis’s input. But, I’ve had far worse.

Back to the computer, and the landline rang. It was Jenny, bless her, asking how I was, and if I needed anything ordering on her Sainsbury’s order, she’d managed to get through. I asked for a bottle of bleach, not that I am desperate now, but you never know! Bless her ♥!

2Tue02I decided before starting on the computer, to get some cleaning up done. Smug-Mode Adopted! I made a start by doing the handwashing, not a lot, but needed all the same.

2Tue01I used the unexpectedly delivered from Morrisons, Comfort fabric conditioner. The bottle indicated it was Intense. Which is possibly why I ordered it, all of six weeks ago!

WD 128.0.0 Gawd, it funked something awful! I can’t believe that anyone would put such a disgusting scent like this in any washing product. Eurgh! I had to get my nose right in the spout to smell anything. Then when I did, I regretted it! Foul! I added some lemon disinfectant in it, but I’ll 2Tue08anot give it away, it wouldn’t be fair on anyone to do that and have their clothes stinking of it! No wonder it was on Special Offer!

Then, I moved the moving carpet back to its’ proper position and tried to straighten it.

2Tue07Then the real challenge. The stumper, the pitfall or bugaboo! The nerve-testing, pain-giving task of cleaning the electric fire surround! I purposely did it now, then if I could not get back up off of the floor again, at least the nurse might be coming shortly and might rescue me, as Nurse Hristina had to do a fortnight ago! I didn’t do a good job of it, but at least it looked better than before.

I sensed that Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding again, so when the washing was done, wrung, and hung, I went into the wet room to have a look at the lesion. No bleeding as such, just a tiny bit of leaking.

2Tue09WD 128.0.0  But, by gum, the legs were looking particularly welmish, yellowish? The knees anyway. Not surprising really, they have been through it this morning. They can be vagarious in appearance at the best of times. The drop out of the chair onto them, then the ablutionary batterings they took. Tsk! I could be arrested for cruelty to Arthur Itis’s Rheumatoid knees, I think! Hahaha!

The intercom rang and flashed, it was the Phlebotomy nurse. I think her name is Sheila, she’s been before, and a cheery soul and gal. We had a patient natter while she took the blood patiently. She soon had done. Bless her cotton socks! ♥ I handed her the things that had been duplicated with the unexpected Morrison order arriving a day after the Iceland one had. Shortcake, tomatoes and something else, I forget now. But they were all only going to go off if I’d kept onto the, so she did me a favour.

2Tue21I got on with updating this blog to here, then went on the TFZer Facebooking to catch up. Then on the WordPress Reader section.

Looked at the latest figures for Coronvirus in Nott’s, from the Morringham Post site.

2Tue11Had cracking Dennis Dizzy spell while I was doing this.

Once again a violent. Unsettling but a very short one. Unnerving.

There is a programme on TV tonight, about the Flu Pandemic of 1918. If I stay awake long enough.

WD 128.0.0 An Email from ‘Zoom’ who are running the video lesson for the Diatbeted course arrived. I couldn’t get anything to work at all. Got in the email, I clicked the link, pressed save file and got this screen up. But didn’t have a down arrow on the above where it told me to click on the icon. Lost now! I do not think I will be able to join them in the morning at 09:30 hours as instructed.

2Tue22

2Tue13WDP 003lrI’ll see how it goes when I try to get on in the morning.

Life is a frustrating bind nowadays!

The session was a repeat of the last one, but shorter in duration, painful.

The pins (legs) had calmed down a lot. Clopidogrel affects had lessened from earlier.

2Tue14Got a rather special meal. Sweet potato fritters, tomatoes, skewer thingamajigs, and turkey lumps. A wholemeal cob, lemon yoghourt and a can of the Clementine juice.

Flavour: 8/10 for this one.

Did the washing up. Jiggled the handwashing 2Tue15onto the airer. Then went to the wet room to try to pass water (formally know as ‘have a wee-wee’), but only managed a hurtful trickle. Had a wash and brush-up.

Duodenal Donald gave me some stick again.

Back to get the jammies on.

Blimey, the pins were still warped, but signs of the Clopidogrel and vein eruptions had almost vanished!

I should write a book “The Ever-Changing Legs!” Hehehe!

I got settled in the £300 second-hand, rickety recliner. Getting set to watch the 1918 Flu Pandemic documentary.

G2Tue16ot the headphones on and watched the end of the preceding programme.

WD 128.0.0 Unfortunately, I then nodded off. When I woke up a few minutes later, there was no sound coming from the headphones? I checked the cable-plug was in the TV set, yes! Then found as I was fumbling my way back into the recliner, the extension cable plug had fallen apart. Then proceeded to sit down on the flaming headphones, breaking them!

There are times, too many times; when the point in bothering becomes questionable.

Inchycock Today – Monday 20th April 2020: Variability, unpredictability, changeability, and instability. With a dash of instability, today.

April 20

2019 Tnov 28

Monday 20th April 2020

Hungarian: 2020. április 20., hétfő

000 April 20

GMX06a WD 150.0.0 02 From approximately midnight, I had Thought Storms aplenty. Broken by a precious few nod-offs, they were only a few minutes long, the instant I jumped awake, it was as if I had been searching in my slumber, for worries, concerns, and fears, building them up for when I woke, and the soul-destroying Brain-Storming recommenced!

04:30hrs: I woke for the umpteenth time, and all signs of mental aggravation had gone. I was no longer bedevilled! Not knowing why this suddenly occurred was a mystery, but of no interest to me, I was just so pleased that they had. In fact, it put little life into me as I cheered-up.

Getting out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, not-working-broken-down, most cringeworthily sickening beige-coloured, rickety recliner, has not been done with such ease for many a month. I should have known better than to let myself get carried away! Good fortune, for me, is transmundane.

WDP 03eWD 150.0.0 02 WD 150.0.0 a02 As I gained some semi-balance and was reaching for the four-pronged walking stick, and Dizzy Dennis had a go at me. (He’s not attacked me so ferociously for a while, but he made up for it this time!) I floundered and fortuitously fell back in the chair, via hitting my bum and piles on the way down against the arm. By ‘ecky-thump, I felt that! It took me a few minutes to gather myself, get over the shock, and then I tried (successfully) again to get up on my plates (feet).

Off to the kitchen, a little slower than usual, cause I didn’t trust Dizzy Dennis an iota. He’s a most cunning ailment. He’s on a par with Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters as top-dogs in the catching me out at the most optimum, dangerous timing, to cause me the greatest bother! The Swine!

I got the updating finished for the Sunday post and sent off. Nicodemus was particularly kind to me this morning. Then got the link Emailed. On to TFZer Facebooking, I always enjoy that. Spent an hour or three on it. Next, on the WordPress Reader section. Some great reads and photographs on there!

1Mon02I had a quick check on the latest sad news from the virus.

The landline burst into sound and flashed. I thought it might be the Phlebotomy Nurse calling to say she would be in tomorrow and give me the time scale. It was Sister Jane calling, bless her. 

During the socially-distanced chinwag, she told me to write clearly. I mentioned the problems that are stopping me doing so. She suggested I have plenty of time on my hands, and I should learn shorthand. Hehe!

She and Pete are waiting for their free food parcel to arrive. Jane is very disappointed with the last one. They gave her amongst the many freebies, instant coffee, they use filter coffee, mentioning with a smiling voice; ‘Of course, you don’t get a free parcel do you’ (Muffled laugh, suspiciously heard!).

She mentioned that she had been doing some cleaning. Pointing out she realises I don’t, and I should get more exercise done. After the conversation, I felt about as much use as a chocolate teapot. Hahaha!

The doorbell chimed, and I found a pot of butter on the carpet outside. Obviously the work of Angel Jenny again. Bless her cotton socks!

Some tip-tapping noises were keeping me company from somewhere, as I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and then made a start on this blog.

Within a few hours, I’d got as far as here, and the need for CorelDraw graphicalisationing grew more urgent, as I realised I was out of page-top, Thoughts and Day graphics all together! So, with the tap-tapping now accompanied by some clump-banging, I visited CorelDraw ad started what turned out be a marathon session. But only managed two of the six graphics I needed to do. Humph!

I went to make a brew of Glengettie and pictured a man and his dog.

1Mon05b

1Mon06bThe intercom rang forth, it was the Iceland delivery. It’ll or nothing innit? Haha!

I put a can of plonk in the hallway for the driver. He was very chuffed! Which pleased me, too.

I made a start on the problematic, complicated and time-consuming task of getting the stuff in the cupboards fridge and freezer.

The doorbells chimed out again. I was a little miffed at being disturbed in the middle of mess sorting out the groceries; but thought it might be the other pair of trousers they have not delivered yet, so my spirits raised just a tad.

It was Josie returning the tray and things from the nosh. She said she enjoyed it and was, at last, isolating herself. Both made me feel good for her.

Back in the kitchen, and crammed the stuff, after reorganising the things a little. Plenty of nosh in now. Bleach might be a problem, but not yet, I’ve now got a bottle and a half left, so things are not anywhere near desperate.

I got the oven warming up. Then pondered on what to have for the nosh, my choices were multitudinous. Hahaha!

I thought I’d have some of the oddly called ‘Naturally Imperfect Chips’ from Iceland, chips. This will mean more room in the freezer. Some cooked meat of some sort; or sausages will make a little room in the fridge for me.

It really is jam-packed in there now.

I nipped to have a wash, nothing serious, like an ablutions session, mind.

WDP 11mL1Mon05aWD 150.0.0 a02 Crumps and botherations! I knocked the clock off of the toilet top, and guess where it fell?

I assume you’ve guessed right. Straight down into the water in the water in the WC. Grrr! So very-most annoying!

I got the chips in the oven and sorted out the nosh ingredients available to use. Then I made a start on one of the most flavourful noshes of the year so far! Inspired, I was. Mind you, I kept changing my mind of what meat to have, ending up with one of the turkey sausages.

A wholemeal cob, a bottle of spring water, a terribly crumbly tasteless apple (One bite was enough to convince me to bin it!), and a Skinny Bar nougat (Tasty) were the extras.

The main plateful was the best bit. ‘Naturally Imperfect Chips’ I seasoned with black pepper and vinegar, the Netherlands-grown Piccalo tomatoes were fantastic considering how out of season they were, sea-salted. I used some of the frozen petit pois for the first time and added some demerara sugar. I was not too impressed with the peas, but everything else on the plate went down fine and flavoursome. A rating of 9.26/10!

I was so impressed with my effort, I took shots of it from different angles on the tray. Did you notice the last picture had something added for an extra treat? Hahaha!

1Mon10

I ate it all up (Well, not the crap apple) masticating so slowly and savouring it. Apart from the fruit being thrown away, I ate and enjoyed the lot. It was about the time I made a decent meal!

1Mon06CInto the kitchen to do the washing up. I spotted two youths on the bottom field, a skateboarder and a cyclist, so my hackles-lifted. I’m not sure if they were rolling spliffs, cigarettes, or taking crack, but I took this decentish shot of them. When I viewed it on the camera, I realised the Saccades Sandra as playing and jumping about my focussing, shame! I used this shot as a background and made a Thoughts graphic in the morning.

I was determined to get some sleep tonight. (Huh!)

WDP3eLWD 150.0.0 02 Took the medications, and as I got settled into the £300, second-hand recliner, I soon realised I needed to use my hands to feel my way safely into the seat. (Luckily, Nicodemus’s Neortramsmitters’, and Shaking Shaun didn’t visit me st the time) Saccades Sandra was bad tonight, and I could not use the ploy of watching TV to help me get to sleep. Getting the focus right, too bothersome and headache encouraging. Then Toothache Tim kicked off. This was not going to be a peaceful night, methought. Sadly, I was right! I eventually got myself into a semi-comfortable position. Pulled the woolly hat over my eyes, and prayed that the Thought-Storms would not start.

WDP 2019B01AWD 150.0.0 02 The landline phone rang and flashed. I fumbled to get my spec’s on and get to the phone in time. It was my new Phlebotomy nurse. She will be calling in the morning between 0800hrs and 12:00hrs, to take the Warfarin Blood for testing. I thanked her, and returned to the chair, noticing that Saccades had eased off, and I could focus easier again. Which was good!

For some unknown, but pleasant reason, the Thought-Storms did not arrive. Which, on the face of it, was magnificently encouraging thing.

WDP 02lbWD 150.0.0 02 But the IBON (Inchcocks-Bundle-of-Nerves), anxiety and agitation attacks started the moment I got back down in the recliner! I really cannot recall how many times I struggled up, to go and check on something, taps (faucets) lights, oven, wet room sink, etc. over the next few hours. By the time I dropped of, the physical efforts and mental fatigue helped me nod-off.

At least I got a few hours in. Hey-Ho!