Inchcock: Mon 13 Apr: A new hatred today, of my inadequacies, incapabilities, incompetencies and infirmities! Devastating depression! Damn-life!

April 13

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But Clap, I will!

Monday 13th April 2020

Mongolian: 2020 оны 4-р сарын 13-ны Даваа гараг

000 April 13

GM0106:00hrs: I Woke up, wanting a wee-wee. Moved and felt the wet warm wriggly feeling from the lower regions. So, I launched (Well, struggled out of) my overweight wobbly-stomached body out of the £300, second-hand, none-working recliner, and made my way to the wet-room. Where the innards decided I also needed to use the Porcelain Throne. Heck of a job, a touch of reluctance, constipation coming on I think? But the evacuation was still far less painful than it has been of late.

1Mon01WD 50.0.0 While I was performing, the mind appeared to be calmer than last night, and a new temporary, no doubt, eagerness and willingness showed in my actions. Scary! Hehe! I think I might have been rubbing the knee bruise last night in my sleep, it looked a tad tender, but no real pain as such.

I returned to the rickety-recliner room and checked for any signs of nocturnal nibbling, or somnambulating having taken place. No tipped over items or bread or biscuit crumbs were found. I’d had a much needed, agreeable and encouraging six-hours kip. Which meant less time to get things done today. (I do moan on, don’t I?)

WDP 10R01L1Mon05bI made a tasty strong brew of my beloved Thompsons Punjana tea, ominously passed wind, and took the morning medications.

With rising from my slumber so late, the latest for many a month, it was light already. So, I took a few photographs of the scenes outside.

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It was strange not to see any pets, birds or tellurians of any kind at all!

1Mon02I went back into the main room and decided not to get dressed or washed yet. But just put the dressing gown and slippers on, the pins looked much improved on yesterday.

WDP 13LWD 50.0.0 Then as I was setting up the computer, I had a visit from one of Peripheral Pete’s, right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances. As serendipitously, I fell bum first into the recliner as I lost balance. I’ve now got bleeding from Harold’s haemorrhoids and a new bruise coming up, but I was not bothered about this, cause it could have been a lot worse, even fatal! Especially with being a bank holiday. Off to the wet room, to tend to Little Inchies fungal lesion and Harold’s piles. Got things cleaned and medicated without too much hassle or pain, this time.

1Mon06WD 50.0.0 I used the last kitchen roll in the wet-room, so went to fetch some more from the junk room. One loose one, and another roll from the new pack of three. I noted that the new roll, same brand and price and both from Iceland, was thinner and narrower than the one I bought before. Bit of a con going on here methinks? The rolls I use as a handkerchief and glasses and blood cleaner for Little Inchie and Harold are not going to last long! Gullibleiitis Inchcock!

I got on the computer, and CorelDraw to make up a header graphic. Well, that didn’t last for long.

Virg D brown

Of course, I am not in the least bit jealous. Oh, no. Well, yes, I am! Hehehe!

However, I struggled on, battling repeated Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter failures, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley and Shaking Shaun’s interruptions! Caterwauling and Ululations mode adopted! Finally getting the blog updated, emailed and posted off.

1Mon06bWD 50.0.0 I phoned Jenny to see about Tuesday’s trip to the bank. I know it’s nothing new, but I did feel a right fool! It is Wednesday when I have to go, not Tuesday. I checked on the Google Calendar, and saw I’d made another faux pas! Humph! Nottingham’s Bunglebrain strikes again! I am a flipping pain! Jenny kindly offered to ring the bank to make sure what time they open, and she’ll let me know, and will order a taxi for me, too! That’s so kind of the busy gal. ♥

1Mon06aI got some pictures on Pinterest. Then I went on the WordPress Reader to catch up. Then had hours on the TFZer Facebooking, I love it!

WD 50.0.0 I tried to get an order on for Iceland for bread and their wonderful tasting beefburgers really, but no slots were available again. Shame!

1Mon07The door chime rang! I was the Amazon delivering the keyboard cleaner. No instructions with it. Not that I have time to use it anyway. It’s gone midday already! Josie handed me the parcel, and scooted off, wisely from any close contact.

I thanked her as she disappeared in her door, holding her nose. This turmoil being caused!

1Mon08Back on the computer, at last, to make a start on this blog. After around ten minutes, the door chime rang out again. It was Josie, telling me a loaf and bottle of milk had been unexpectedly delivered from Nottingham City homes. Now that was nice of them! Great timing too! Josie again was there and put the things inside the door for me. 

I gave Jane and Pete a tinkle, but no answer. I’m hoping they have gone out somewhere, but I’ll ring again later. I hope they are both alright.

WD 50.0.0 1Mon11I tried Iceland again, still no slots. Blooming good job that the NCH helped me out! Looks like thick white bread sarnies tonight. I’ve got an out of date can of pork knuckle left, I might have a bash at that! When; I don ‘t know, it’s gone 16:00hrs now.

I got on with the updating again. Then, I went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana and spotted some dog walking their owner, so I took a couple of shots. Several actually, but only these two came out worthy of using.

1Mon12

1Mon10I took a picture of the clouds in the sky.

At least this one was to be useable first effort. Hehe!

The weather and wind seemed warm today.

WD 50.0.0 I gave Jane another ring on the mobile. It didn’t connect, just three bleeps and it cut off? Also, a message said I have ‘Active Alerts’, what are they?

I did a search for ‘Active Alerts’ on Google. I got this explanation: Wireless Emergency Alerts (WEA, formerly known as the Commercial Mobile Alert System (CMAS), and prior to that as the Personal Localized Alerting Network (PLAN)), is an alerting network in the United States designed to disseminate emergency alerts to mobile devices such as cell phones and pagers. Obviously an American reason.1Mon13

So, I searched again. 

This time I got, Mobile Alert System: with this showing on the right.

I wasn’t doing very well, was I?

So another try.

1Mon14

I’m not learning much here!

I looked in the messages, but nothing there?

WD 50.0.0 I tried Jane again. Got to ringing, but no answer. I’m worried, now. I managed to get hold of Pete’s number from the memory and rang him.

WDP 002bThank God, everything was alright! Stuttering-Stephany made it hard for the pair to understand what I was saying a bit.

Jane had somehow turned down her ringing volume on her £499 new mobile phone. (I jest, it was £520 really). Hahaha!

Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete and I had a natter, and I rang Jane back to make sure her £500, Samsung Smartphone Galaxy S9 (Double Sim) 128GB was set right now.

1Mon14aThen, now relaxed knowing things were alright with Jane and Pete, my thoughts turned to fodder! Pork knuckle, seaweed crispies, bread and butter and out of date, but tasty, last two bits of cheese. Clementine drink, lemon yoghourt and an apple. Taste, 7/10.

Ate it up, rushed to wet room for a wee-wee, took medications and down in the recliner and actually fell asleep!

1Mon19I woke and put the gogglebox on. Kept hearing musical sounds that I thought might be the intercom, a few times I got up grabbed the stick and checked the box and the door, but no flashing box or anyone at the door.

This happened three or four times, and it was driving me bonkers! The next time, I checked again, and…

WD 50.0.0A WD 50.0.0: WDP 4GLEvery fibre of faith, interest in life, and a dose of self-hatred like never before, came over me! It was a plumber from the flat below!

I was flooding the apartment beneath me! He went in and I went to check the kitchen, fearing I’d left the tap running again.

It turned out the bathroom sin tap had been left running, with a cloth-rag blocking the drain hole! The wet room and carpet flooded, the drain blocked, a right liquid mess!

The demoralisation and a sickening-gut feeling, and disgust in myself were instant! The man shot off back to the poor devil’s flat below, telling me it just needs a bit of a mop-up.

Duodenal Donald kicked in moments later, and is still this morning giving me bother like it hasn’t for years!

Self-loathing, Thought-Storms, I felt pathetic and useless. I set about getting the carpet out, and the n the slow job of mopping up and cleaning. The peripheral neuropathy, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley and Shaking Shaun, combined to ensure I kept tipping over the bucket, dropping the mop, and banging various parts of myself against anything hard-enough to hurt me! Every step from wet room to the kitchen to empty the mop bucket got increasingly more difficult and painful.

By the time I’d got it done as best I could, I as in real agony and more annoyed with myself than ever. Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Back-Pain-Brenda, Dizzy Dennis, Anne Gyna, and even Hernia Henry joined in giving me some hassle.

Harold Haemorrhoids and Little Inchies Fungal Lesion were both bleeding, with all the bending. It was a bad enough scenario, my hating myself for my stupidity, without so much physical pain ganging up on me.

I could not get to sleep again. The body was stiffening, and depression rounded off my uncomfortableness. This may mean the end of my tenancy? I can’t blame them.

I’ve been asking for help on this blog, with my memory, despair, deafness, Mind Storms etc. for years as they all got worse.

Things are not good, and I am now at a severe depth of darkness, like never before.

The Coronavirus, only makes things even worse.

The fixity of purpose, the strength to fight on, all weaken at times like this.

9 thoughts on “Inchcock: Mon 13 Apr: A new hatred today, of my inadequacies, incapabilities, incompetencies and infirmities! Devastating depression! Damn-life!

  1. That’s a downright shame about the flood. I’m so sorry that happened. It’s not funny in the least You really need someone to help you out around there.

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    • I was half-looking forward to some coming to tell me off, Tim. Then I caught tell and show them face-to-face, my problems. It might no get me anywhere, but at least I can try.

      I fear they might, come until after the lockdown, which will not be good, cause I’ll have forgotten things by then. Heeheh!

      Jenny has helped sort out the going to the bank tomorrow. After so long indoors, I’m a tad nervous of going out, canyou believe it!

      Bit of luck as well again, (Herberts doing a bit of bangng about at the moment) I’ve got a food order in at Iceland today, coming tomorrow, so I’ll have to be a bit nippy, and get back quickly. Jen’s going to order a taxi for me. She’s so good to me.
      Cheers Sir, and have a good day.
      (Hello, the sunshine’s coming out here as I type, warm with it too!)
      Arevup, arrevo… See youy later.

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  2. Hey, the sun just came out from behind the clouds outside as I type right here at 6:20. Taking that as a good omen and positive harbinger to dispel those gnawing worries. A bit cold outside (47 degrees) but the sun coming through the window feels quite fine. 🙂

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