Inchcockski – Saturday 30th May 2020: I Whinged, whinged and whinged today. Sorry!

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Saturday 30th May 2020

Dutch: Zaterdag 30 Mei 2020

00 May 30 mix

GM 100.100.15002:30hrs: I woke, the brain caught me up, and the sound of the annoying ‘Hum’ all around was a bit louder than of late – but, no time for that – Wee-wee-William was wanting to be freed!

Getting my unhealthy, aged, gargantuan oversized-stomached decrepit, body from the recliner and onto my feet, was no easy matter this morning.  But apart from Arthur Itis’s knees, the overgrown toenails, the ankle ulcer, the leg ulcer, Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Anne Gyna, there was little bothering. Hehehe!

I limped over to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), and painfully proceeded with passing a WSSUGG (Weak-Squirty-Spraying-Uncontrollable-Greeny-Grey) wee-wee! It still confuses me, how overnight, I cannot remember struggling out of the recliner at all, let alone hobbling over to the bucket or and using it, but it was half-filled? Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission?

6Sat01As I entered the kitchen, I thought I’d photograph the view of the new, unwanted, thick-framed, unliked, letting-rain-in, designed by a nasty, foul, cruel photographers-hating designer. That has been deliberately modelled so that no handicapped or elderly camera-user can take a photograph of Chestnut Walk below, without risking life and limb to climb the stepladder to see what he is shooting. Inevitably causing injury, upsetting Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Dizzy Dennis, or Back Pain Brenda. Toe-stubbing and falling off of the ladder is something that will no doubt please the architect or whatever Satanistic nerd, who planned the layout. But it doesn’t bother me! I fear a niggly-period just might be coming on, sorry.

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Photographed Today!

WD 0.0.255 I got the kettle on. The pot is near the air-vent on the wall that kept falling off, and the wind howling in when I first arrived at the flat. (See Photo right!) A fitter came to have a look at it (in 2016, I think) and booked me in for call two-months later for someone to tackle the problem. A young man arrived as planned to tell me it has been cancelled due to an emergency. ‘Fair enough’, I said, ‘can’t be helped’. I got a letter a week later rebooking the job, for a date three weeks later. A different young man arrived, had a look and soon set about with his foam filler, and plugged the hole. I thanked him, and off he shot, and I went shopping. But it doesn’t bother me!

On my return, I found it just like it is now (Only whiter). WArden Dean called them for me to explain, and I got a booking for a call four-weeks later. A man arrived, agreed it was terrible and needed doing, especially as the foam had covered the electric socket and gone rock-hard. ‘I’ll get it booked in for you’. ‘Thanks, mate’. ‘No problem!’ But it doesn’t bother me!

All this was before I got the ankle and leg ulcers. Then got diagnosed with the Peripheral Neuropathy, (dying nerve-ends). Had to use the walking stick and/or the walker-guide. But it doesn’t bother me!

Then they rushed me into the hospital when I collapsed in the recliner, nothing found wrong? Then weeks later, I had the stroke! Spent six weeks in the stroke ward, then another four in a care home. Got back here, the right ankle giving way, dropping stuff, walking into things, collapsing with dizzies and Anne Gyna was confirmed as a new ailment for me. Then diagnosed as diabetic. But it doesn’t bother me!

The plastic cover still drops off now and then. The socket flashes with static. But no rush, I’ll be a goner soon, then it will be easier for them to mend things when I’m not in the way. ready for the next tenant. But it doesn’t bother me!

And now, five years later, I’ve given up all hope of getting an appointment to get the kitchen made-safe and cleaned up, and I am in no state to do it myself. But it doesn’t bother me!

Touch of self-pity and frustration crept in there big time, sorry again!

6Sat02Made the brew, did the medicalisationing. The sys had crept back up a bit. The pulse, too, but I think it’s within the range. But it doesn’t bother me!

Got Computer Cameron on, and made a needed graphic. Then started on updating the Friday blog. Thins went reasonable well, ailment-wise!

Got it completed and sent off to WordPress. Emailed the links. Pinterested a while. Had a long, but enjoyable bash on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking’s. Visited the WordPress Reader section. Then, off to get the ablutions done.

Farcicalisation comes to mind. It was to be just a stand-up job, else I might miss the Iceland delivery (A farce in itself, tell you about further on) and it was too early to use the shower anyway. But as you will see, things didn’t go according to plan!

6Sat04WD 0.0.255 The first thing, I found, was that I needed the Porcelain Throne to be utilised! Boy, had Constipation Konrad made a comeback! Agano would not be too a severe word to describe what I went through, or rather, what went through me! Hahaha! I thought it was going to be one of those grinding marathon sessions again, I got the crossword 6Sat03book out. But things fooled me, all of a sudden, things moved of their own accord… I had visions of my body being found, split into two halves! Blimus, the most hurtful evacuations ever! But it doesn’t bother me!

Silver-Lining Search Result: At least if I could rush the cleaning up, I could still have time to sort the black backs to the chute before the Iceland van arrived. The feet didn’t look too bad, but the discomfort was!

WDPMay31WD 0.0.255 The gums were bleeding, I got a bit too enthusiastic in my rushing the brushing. Tsk! The dropsies weren’t too bad, mind. The razors had a few flying off trips. The three shaving cuts were spread about. When I tried to cut the hairs behind the ear lobes, one nick on each side, and when I caught one, yes, caught one razor, as it shot out of my other hand, I sliced a tiny bit of of my finger end. Damned bad luck at the end, I dried, deodoranted and dressed, and Dizzy Dennis paid me a call, as I was going through the door, clouting my right shoulder on the frame.

6Sat05WD 0.0.255 Now, this has kicked Shuddering Shoulder Shirley into action! Which is currently making typing a bit of a task. But it doesn’t bother me! I’m fed-up listening to myself moaning. A closer look at the toes and feet in the front room showed that the ulcer had died down a lot, far less inflamed. The nails need attention, I must ask Deana if she can ring the clinic for me on Monday.

I got the waste bags made up, and took the three to the waste chute on the walker-guide trolley. Both lifts are now working as well. Although not in use.

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WD 0.0.255 Back to Cameron, and on WordPressing. Half-an-hour or so later, the Intercom rang. I limped to the panel, and it was not working! I got the feeling, that if I was to snuff-it soon, the other tenants might hold a long-distance party… I feel sure my abysmal luck is spreading throughout the fabric of the building! What next is going to break-down?

6Sat10It was the Iceland driver, bless him, he kept trying to ring, but there was no response to the accept button, and the screen did not show anything or any voices heard. I gt a jacket on, to rush down (rush? hahaha! I am a fool!). But the door chimed out, someone had let the bloke in. He told me that a colleague of his could not get in earlier either! As I said, what next? The lad left the stuff near the door and shot off, he didn’t look too happy, and I don’t blame him.

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The freezer and fridge were chockablock now! I got some of the Jersey Royal new potatoes in the slow-cooker, added some Hickory flavouring.

6Sat24Then back on Cameron, starting this post off. After three hours or so, and the same amount of SFRTFC (Strong-Forceful-Reluctant-To-Finish-Cloudy) wee-wees, I got one of the Rocket Sours iced lollies from the freezer, and started to suck it vigorously! Lovely-jubbly! No taste to it mind, but it was cold and fizzy, highly acceptable! If this heat stays with us, I can’t see these lollies lasting long. Hehe!

The thermometer gave a reading of 34c indoors. I’m sure it must have been hotter outside. I took what was left of the sucker with me out into the balcony, which I thought was a good idea, to open a window and take some shots of the divine weather…

WDPbbsDWD 0.0.255A I went arse-over-tip on the first step over the raised door gliders! And what a kerfuffle!

WD 0.0.255 I put my hands out in front of me to lessen the fast-arriving im[act with the wooden slated running boards… the iced lollipop disappeared the slats, never to be seen again! I instinctively tried to grab between the gaps, and I got a splinter in the same finger I’d sliced with the razor earlier… But it didn’t bother me!

WD 0.0.255 Then, the Herculean task of getting back up again, which was handicapped by my trousers falling down! You couldn’t make it up! I was more bothered about anyone seeing me in this pickle than the pains I was in! Gluglegnatsworth!

Stil on my aching stinging knees, I crawled out of view back into the flat. What are the odds of someone seeing this little contretemps from another balcony? I cringed at the thought!  But it doesn’t bother me!

WD 0.0.255A I got myself sorted out. Getting back on my feet awkwardly, and banging the right knee and stubbing a toe! Cribblebogangonies! But it didn’t bother me!

It seemed that the braces had become unclipped during the tumble. I bravely tried to look nonchalant, and got the camera and wandered (Carefully!), back out to the balcony. I got the camera and scanned all the balcony’s in view, but didn’t see anyone in their p[od. (Fingers crossed) I took some shots of the folks below.

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6Sat17WD 0.0.255 I must have caught the selector-wheel, cause one came out a different size and shape than the other? This dog above on the left is the one I names ‘Yappy’. His bark could be heard by me, all the way up here on the 12th-floor, and without my hearing aids in! I took a picture of the housing straight ahead. It looked almost like a painting? But the sunshine of strong in reality, but not in the resulting photo?

I took a photo of the puff clouds, and wallowed in the sunshine, leaning against the sharp edges on the balcony windows, and began to feel someone settled, almost at peace with the world. The warmth, the lack of breeze, and sounds of dogs and kids, but no vehicles… It felt so good to just relax…

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Of course, the landline burst into sounds and flashes! No blooming rest for the wicked! I got back in, still moving wearily, and it was Sister Jane on the line. They (The Hospital) were keeping Pete in, ready for another biopsy by a specialist on Tuesday I think she said.

He’s got a television supplied and a laptop, they bring him newspapers when he wants one, has a choice of meals and is in a sideward with just two beds! But, it doesn’t bother me! In the stroke ward, it was packed solid with patients, some on trolleys, often I didn’t get a meal at all, the night staff always came and opened the window wide, which was right next to my bed, and they threw me out three weeks too early cause they needed the bed for an emergency. The ambulance staff threw me in a wheelchair, and left some of my stuff behind, but took some belonging to the chap in the next bed with me! I got put in a care home, full of patients who were not fully with it. Even there, one day, I didn’t get fed! Attempted stabbing, fights, I had to make a witness statement to the police… But it didn’t bother me! I’m not jealous, oh, no!

Jesting aside, (Not that the above incidents are not genuine!) I bet poor old Pete is bored rigid in hospital. His arm is deflating, so he even has no pains to distract. He’s always been an active bloke and is not too keen on medical institutions. I wonder if I dare nip out to see him? No, I’d better not. Knowing my luck the trousers would drop down in the sideward. Hahaha!

6Sat25WD 0.0.255 Nosh time. Bit of a heavy load, but I ate it all up. Not that it was very good, though. The garden peas were alright. Taste Rating: 5/10.

Got the pots pans and me washed up.

I got down earlier than ever, to watch some TV, with the aim of nodding off and getting caught up with some sleep.

WD 0.0.255 Fat Chance! The ticker was racing away, the Thought Storms attacked, and after a few hours of failing to get to sleep, I couldn’t even manage any nod-off moments, plenty of rising for a wee-wee episode, mind. I decided to get back up and get Computer Cameron going to update this blog. And of course, escape the thought-storms.

WD 0.0.255 Well, pickle my walnuts! My luck-status was confirmed!

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So many things have bought injustices, jealousies and failures on my behalf today, I’m sick of my own whinging! All the lights were out on the Virgin box. I went through the usual procedures; pressed the reset button – Nope! Turned of the computer and rebooted – Nope! Turned off the power to everything, restarted computer and the Liberty-Global Virgin Media box, Nope! Things looked bleak!

6Sat28I went for a drink of orange juice, the evening horizon looked worthy of photographicalisationing, so I did! For some reason, this shot reminded me of a Clint Eastwood Italian Western.

WD 0.0.255 Still no Liberty-Global Virgin Media, but the box was actually now flashing two lights!

I went on to CorelDraw, and made up a Coronavirus Humour Graphic. This took about an hour to get done. Hello, three lights on Liberty-Global Virgin Media box now, things are looking up! I saved the graphic to the hard drive for later use and had another wee-wee (The orange tint was back).

Aha, four of the five Liberty-Global Virgin Media lights on now. So, I tried again to access the web… Great! I’m in! Slow going, but still!

I found the latest figures for Nottingham. These facts were being published regularly, but now they are hidden in sub-texts and different sections. Likely a Government ploy, as the figures are still rising overall, but now, in Nottingham anyway, more deaths in care homes, more than in Hospitals for the first time. Huh, I’m a  cheer-chappie today, ain’t I?

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Got on with the updating of this blog again. Then went back on CorelDraw to see if I could find inspiration for more graphics to use.

WD 0.0.255 Harrumph! I give up trying to sleep cause I just can’t do it, and now I find myself falling asleep at the computer!

I went on Facebooking for a while.

I’d better get this finished off, checked and posted.

Inchcocksi – Fri 29 May 20: Paediatrist-Toe-Cutter, and engineering professor needed, to show me how to get the ankle-support strap on! Tsk!

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Friday 29th May 2020

Croatian: Petak, 29 Svibnja 2020

00 May 29a

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03:10hrs: I woke to want a wee-wee, and wrangled my woefully wobbly bellied mass, out of the £300, c1968, second-hand, sickeningly-beige-coloured, none working, ramshackle, uncomfortable in the extreme, rusty, rickety, near-lethal, recliner.

The ankle felt a bit delicate, so I made my way cautiously to the wet room, with the four-pronged walking stick and camera accompanying for me.

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The feet were hurting with every step, or shuffle I should say. This first wee-wee was of the SFRTFGC (Strong-Forceful-Reluctant-To-Finish-Grey-Cloudy) type.

5Fri03To the kitchen, the light glowed on my plump but skinny limbed imitation-body.

WD 70.0.0. I wondered what I might have been doing during the night.

Although it wasn’t, it looked like sweat? I think I’d had a decent, dream and a nocturnal-meaning-free sleep? In fact, it was an adequate rest of over five-hours! That in itself was something of a most-welcome miracle.

I then noticed the arms had gained a bit of colour back over yesternight, as well? But they soon paled again later.

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4Thu03I got the China mug of Thompsons Punjana tea made and sphygmomanometerised myself. The Sys had crept back up a smidge.

Took the medications, olive oiled the ear-holes, Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s knees. And the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, back to the wet room.

WD 70.0.0. Oh, what a messy, bloody evacuation. The cleaning up took longer than movement did. That was a change, still a hurtful one, though.

Collected the mug of tea, and got the computer going. Did some graphics first, so I could start the temp[late for tomorrow later, I hope. Then on with the updating of the Friday post, hello, I’m losing it again. I meant the Thursday post. This took a few hours to get done, but it looked okay in the end.

Got an email from Jenny, asking if would like her to order some lemon mousse and lemon yoghourt on her Asda order for me. She’s so kind to me, and others for that matter. I asked for some lemon bleach, mousse and yoghourts! Bless her. ♥

I sent the blog off to WordPress. Emailed the links. Then went onto the WordPress Reader section. Some phenomenal photographs had been posted. Makes sad, as to how my skills are being drained. By Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter nerves dying, the Peripheral Neuropathy, Saccades Sandra, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun. But I’m still doing them, it’s just harder and takes much longer. With many shots having to be taken to get a decent one work. Then, of course, time spent deleting the crap efforts to save memory. Not complaining, just explaining. Well, not a lot anyway. Haha!

Send some pics to Pinterest, then spent a happy time on Facebooking. A lot of time!

Put Computer Cameron in sleep mode, and got the ablutions tackled. And things went wellish again. Well, not the dropsies, they were regular, repetitive, and annoying. But, no toe-stubbing, no clearing the top of the floor cabinet, no dropping the showerhead, and no tooth-cleaning bleeding.

4Thu01WD 70.0.0. Acc There were a couple of shaving nicks. And one of the dropsies (the after-shave bottle) I banged the back of my hand as I made a grab to stop the bottle going down and hitting myself on the foot or toes! But it was worth it to avoid that.

A little price to pay.

5Fri12Now, I was feeling a little upbeat. But with my record, I resisted adopting a smug-mode. I went to make a brew, and took a photo of the glorious view from the new kitchen window, the thick-framed, light & view-blocking, designed my photographer-hating architects, window!

5Fri06Then I had an idea (It has been known before, although rare), for a funny ode about life and how I felt at the moment. So, I started creating it in CorelDraw with graphics. Four hours later, I got it finished and posted off. Here’s the link if you haven’t seen it yet folks:

Inchcock’s clinic on Insanity retention – in Ode

WD 70.0.0. I made another brew of Glengettie and thought to myself, I’ll nip down to the mobile shop, and get some fresh tomatoes, disinfectant and bread when it comes at twelve… Noticed the clock. And it was 17:00hrs! Granglesknackersbuggerit! I got carried away with the funny ode, didn’t I? I hope it goes down well!

Had a funny thought when I was taking these bench shots, with all the bird poo, will we now get bird flu?

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5Fri017So, I got the sarnies made up, added some onions, gherkins, too many tomatoes (getting short on em now, I’ll ration them, Haha!) bread-thins sarnies with Sopocka, Marmite cheese and rice cakes. Taste: 7.2/10

Soon gobbled it all up.

5Fri16My last photo was taken, as I did the washing up, and then settled in search of some sleep.

I watched a replay of the Euro Cup Final twixt Germany and the Czech Republic. With so many nod-offs. I woke, and the adverts were on, took a shot of the high sun, and back down in the recliner.

Taketh care!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 28th May 2020: Aha, a betterer day, well, until teatime anyway. Hehe!

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Thursday 28th May 2020

German: Donnerstag, 28 Mai 2020

00 May 28

TFZers, In the Wood!

GM cap01a 02:15hrs: Having had a wee-wee-less sleep, I returned to the land of the imitational-living, in need of one. The toes, ankles and feet were not enamoured with my getting my overly stomach-burdened body almost perpendicular. Despite the urgent need to get to the wet room, I was very cautious and careful in getting the walking stick, and my route to the throne room. For fear of the ankle going over again.

WD 0.30.0b Which resulted in an embarrassing leakage en route. Saved by having the PPs on, from a severe ‘wetting of the wet room’, the wee-wee, was of a cloudy and pale SS (Short-Sharp) variety. Proper washing of specific areas, change of PPs, and off to the kitchen. (No indications of the heavy-duty Porcelain Throne being needed)

4Thu03I got the tablets out, made a mug of Thomsons Punjana tea, then the carefully done job of sphygmomanometerisationing. The dang sys was a tad high again, but it’s been worse. The pulse was higher, but I think within range. The thermometer showed ‘Low’. Took the medications, leaving the other not eatable medical tasks until I did the ablutions, later on. Then back for another wee-wee, the same type, but a little longer lasting.

WD 0.30.0b Back to the kitchen, gathered and sorted the black bin bags, and tied them up ready to go to the chute. Then, back for another wee-wee. Oh, dearie me!

I got the computer on, and the moment I started on CorelDrawing to do the thought graphic, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley kicked off, soon to be joined in the ‘Let’s Annoy Inchie’ mission, by Saccades Sandra. This made progress very slow. However, I seemed to be in a rare mood of resolution not to get myself all bothered and flustered. And this was with several more wee-wee visits as well! (Yes!) I pressed on until the updating was all done for the Wednesday post. Temporary Smug Mode, with an iota of self-satisfaction, adopted!

I went on Pinterest for a while. Then the Word-Press reader, finally getting on to Facebooking. This consumed an hour and a half of my precious time. Shuddering Shirley kept having a bash at me, but it seemed for shorter sessions?

I remembered to do the priority Iceland order. It should be due

4Thu01Off for another wee-wee. This one was of a different style altogether. An RPD (Reluctant-Painful-Dribbling) variety, still the pale grey colouring.

The plates of meat and ankle ulcers were less inflamed. But still, painful when hobbling.

4Thu03aPut Computer Connie in sleep mode, and got the ablutions started.

WDPbbsBBy gum, it went well! Unbelievably so! No gum bleeding! Only two dropsies of the soap!  No toothpaste or brush dropping! No, I say, No, Shaving cuts! Amazing! Shirley and Nicodemus both in an excellent calmed down mood.

WD 0.30.0bA Mind you, I can’t say the same about my attempt afterwards, to try and get the ankle support strap on! That was a failed, painful attempt. A short but discountenancing involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance had me over on the floor! Bungle-Grumplewuncks. Banged my back against the floor cabinet, and ever since, I’ve had back Back-Pain-Brenda giving me gip! On the plus side, I got back up from frequently-frequented by Inchcocks torso, wet room floor with relative ease for me.

WD 0.30.0b That was because I needed yet another wee-wee! Hahaha!.

Ah, well! Silver Lining Search – Result: If Dizzy Dennis, Shirley, and Nicodemus stay the way they now, that’ll be great. I can cope with Brenda as she is. I might even regain faith!

I made a brew of Glengettie tea and started to do some graphics for later use. It was slow going, but yet again, I found myself in a remarkably accepting, and submissive frame of mind? An hour and three wee-wees later (All the same style, but the colour had gone from pale grey, back to the orange of ereyesterday).

I hobbled off to make another brew, this time of Thompsons Punjana. I noticed a letter had been pushed through the door and went to nosey. I’ve mentioned the odd noises lately, drilling and knocking. Then espied that the letter referred to Winchester Court?

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Back to the CorelDraw grindstone. Unfortunately, I’d not got many done and needed more of them. Grufflemoanski!

Ah, the Porcelain Throne is needed! 4Thu03bThe legs seem to be getting even more clear of the Clopidogrel inspired blobs and blotches. Not complaining, mind, just mentioning it.

WD 0.30.0b There I was, one minute in my newly acquired state of grace, and unflappability, then the weariness came over me, almost in an instant! And no blood test to check the Warfarin level for three weeks, and the next one isn’t due until the 9th of June. I just can’t understand why the sudden change?

What a shame, I was just beginning to get caught up as well. Granglesknackersbuggerit!

I decided to get the skinless Robirch sausages in the oven and make some bread thins sarnies with them, and some cheese, tomatoes, whatever is in the fridge.

My innards, and, or the EQ, were telling me not to have any mash or chips, so I listened and obeyed.

The Dusty Springfield tune, ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ chimed from the doorbell. T’was the appealing ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Desk Top Dancer, and Warden, Deana. Delivering Pressies, from if I heard correctly, the Nottingham City Homes. Four tea bags, a card (below), and a naughty jam doughnut. (Which I demolished later with my meal, Hehehe!) Along with a postcard notice.

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Scruff & Koala

Advice on getting through the lockdown.

  • On the phone?: My deafness makes this awkward.
  • On the screen: My camera on the computer has broken.
  • Someone you live with?: Well, there is Marie’s gifted Koala Katie, and Patties, Scruffy. Who I do talk to every morning! 

I’m a little concerned about scruffy, he keeps falling off of the bookshelves where he lives in peace with Koala Katie. Perfect imitator of me! Hahaha! Koala keeps the spare toilet roll hidden for me as well! ♥

I love them and TFZer folks who sent them for me! And from Australia and Canada, too! I really am lucky, after all!

4Thu24Got the nosh made up, and on the tray. I wish I’d known how nice the skinless sausages were going to be, too late to add any to the Iceland order any now. Maybe not a bad thing, I’ve plenty of other sausage-based food in the fridge.

Those Indian grown seedless grapes are so lovely too. The last of the lemon mousses, fresh orange drink, the so kindly donated naughty, I shouldn’t be eating jam doughnut, all went down well! Flavour rating: 8.9/10! Yummy!

I was still in a weary-state, so drained. But not ill or anything? Cleaned the pots, checked and double-checked the taps, lights, stove etc. and got my head down in the second-hand, £300, c1968, uncomfortable, none-working, rickety recliner.

When I got settled and the TV on, the vagueness arrived. To be followed, regretfully, by the thought-storms. I’d been free of these for a day or two, but they still gave and left me with fears, guilt, self-worthlessness and depression.

They also lasted far too long, and sleep didn’t come for hours. Grombognangles!

Inchcockski – Wednesday 27th May 2020: Realised just how anandrious I am, today. Confidence? What’s that then?

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Wednesday 27th May 2020

Finnish: Keskiviikko 27 Toukokuuta 2020

00 May 27

Marie, and I’m jealous! Hehe!

GM 184.0.184WD 148.0.148 02:00hrs: I woke in a confused state of mind, even had to concentrate on recalling where I was and what day was dawning! But the overpowering clinomania caused me to nod-off back to sleep before anything logical or formative clarified in the brain. In the few moments that I was half-awake, the thought that today was going to bring forth thaumaturgy, lodge in my mind. No doubt put there by my EQ.

05:25hrs: That was a long nod-off! Guilt reigned, influencing my line of thought. How had I slept for so long? Never been known before! I gathered some imitation determination and wanting a wee-wee, I rose from the £300, second-hand, sickeningly beige-coloured recliner, up onto my feet…

WD 148.0.148A The damned ankle gave way, and I did a backwards tumble back into the recliner again!

WD 148.0.148 This caused me to suffer a series of problems and injuries. A most unsatisfactory start-to-the-day! My already limited confidence and get-up-and-go had gone. Grangleknackerworthyness!

WD 148.0.148A On my way down, I hit my elbow on the chair arm, knocked stuff off of the Ottoman, and ended up plonking down so hard, I felt the damp wetness sensation, of what proved to be Little Inchies fungal lesion and Harolds Haemorrhoids both bleeding! Painfully! Not to mention the agony from the ankle!

WD 148.0.148 1Mon01The next hour or so was not very pleasant, and most uncomfortable and taxing. The hobble to the wet room for the wee-wee and cleansing and medicating of the exsanguinating body parts. The wee-wee was an embarrassment in itself; As the blood came along with the evacuation, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters packed up, making things spray all over the place! Silver-Lining-Findings: None!

WD 148.0.148 The SOCWWW (Sprinkly-Orange-Coloured-Weak-Wee-Wee), and hard to locate spots of blood, took an aeon to clean up. And most displeasingly too, as the lesion and piles were slowly filling PPs as I did the sorting out of the sprayed wet room furniture. But with a few knocks of the hands and arms. Silver-Lining-Findings: None! I got the task completed. Then the cleaning and medicating were tackled.

WD 148.0.148 I tackled the worst prospective job next, the de-blooding and medicating of  Little Inchies fungal lesion. Always a feared and painful task. By the time I’d done this, I really was feeling drained. Then the less harmful sorting out and medicationalisationing of Harold’s Haemorrhoids was done. Silver-Lining-Findings; I’m so glad that Jenny managed to get me some Germoloid cream with her Sainsbury’s order, phew!

On the way out of the wet room, a sudden and almost dramatic dash back in was called for. To utilise the sudden and urgent need of the Porcelain Throne was needed!

WD 148.0.148 Trotsky Terence won the war this time. Messy, and back to the Khaki colour, lots of it! Painful again. Silver-Lining-Findings; It was over pretty quickly! 

I hand a good scrub-up and departed again to the kitchen. The scene from the unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed, anti-photographer designed new windows, made me take a couple of shot. The sky and clouds looked terrific, I thought.

3Wed03

3Wed02WD 148.0.148 Then I espied another Inchcock Cock-up! I’d somehow forgotten all about the potatoes I’d put in the crock-pot, wait for it… 18 hours ago! Amazingly, the water had not all boiled away. So at least that meant I could retrieve the spuds and dish them, and clean the pot and cooker. Humph!

WD 148.0.148A So, I got some leeks prepared and into the cleaned slow-cooker with some vegetable oxo added. Ignore the blood on the kitchen towel, twas but a tiny nick. Surprising to you I can understand, me cutting myself. (Hahaha!)

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3Wed11WD 148.0.148 I made a brew, then did the medicationing. The hemadynamometer shockingly gave me an unprecedented Sys reading of 162! A few moments considerating, and I put this down to the morning’s Whoopsies, Accifauxpas Tumble, and panic moments, being the cause. If I remember, I’ll take it again later on. I think the other readings were okay. The thermometer didn’t show a count again, it just indicated as ‘Low’.

3Wed07WD 148.0.148 I consumed the medications and took the brew with me to the computer. Even sat down in the swivel chair, the ankle, toes and feet let me know that they were there, and humming. Talking of humming, the all-around dreaded ‘Hum’ didn’t seem so intrusive this morning. Yee-ha!

WD 148.0.148 While doing the updating of the Tuesday blog, Grammarly played up – it kept changing to English USA. This cost me a lot of time and frustration. I kept resetting in settings, but it wasn’t having it. So I tried to get on the help Grammarly Help page. But it seems they no longer, or it had moved, had a link desk, just a page full of previous problems suffered by other idiots who use WordPress and Grammarly. It eventually returned to English UK of its own accord? I can do without this bother, you know!

3Wed06WD 148.0.148 I went on the G-mail and had a look at the latest Coronavirus figures on the web. But I think they were out of date, they were the same as yesterday?

WD 148.0.148 I pressed on with the updating, and Shoulder Shuddering Shirley and Shaking Shaun had a go at me. How surprising!

3Wed10aI had to do some graphics on CorelDraw, which I enjoy doing, even when they are urgently needed.

Got them done, and went to check on the leeks and make another brew of Thompsons Punjana. I’ll add a tin of garden peas to them later on. Have the boil-in-the-bag beef, and a can of potatoes with them, I thought. So added a container of spuds then. A splash of vinegar was added to the pot.

Back to the beloved computer, and finished the updating and sent it off. Pinterested, a few snaps, emailed the link off and spent a long time on Facebooking. Went on the WordPress reader, some great stuff on there today.

Then went to make yet another brew, Glengettie Gold this time. I was pleased, but slightly confused that the wee-weeing had stopped altogether?

I started today’s blog going, at last!

Sister Jane rang on the mobile, but it was challenging making out what she was saying. It’s the signal in West Bridgford that needs upgrading! Bless her, she rang me back on the landline, that was much easier to hear, not perfect, mind. Zyrophobia-suffering hubby, Pete, was in the hospital, having even more tests done on his mystery to the medical world, problem. His arm has now swollen to ridiculous proportions, he is like a real-life
Popeye on one side! She’s worried naturally, bless her cotton socks. I am, too. But all we can do is wait until he gets home later, with fingers crossed.

I rang Jane back a bit later, to try and take her mind off of her worries. She was in better form. Telling me, I am not eating the right things. Haha! Pete had called her from the hospital, just had his Steak and Ale NHS lunch. The chinwag went on, changing from one subject to another.

WD 148.0.148 I got a visit from Stuttering Stephanie, and Shaking Shaun, which made me spill the tea I was making, Jane told me not to do things when I was on the phone. The end came when I had a mammoth of an Involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance and had to cut short the conversation. Gawd I was in a right state! ♫ Shaking all over! ♫ Comes to mind. Haha! 

I got the mobile back on charge, and just sat down for a few minutes – which proved to be another mistake. Getting back and Saccades-Sandra nearly had me back down again. Then the ankle, feet and toes joined Dizzy Dennis in hassling me. I sat on a high chair then, to continue the computerisationing. I need to get some more graphics done.

So, not full of confidence, I got onto CorelDrawing. Slow going with the ailments ganging up on me.

3Wed24I got the nosh sorted out and served up. The vegetables, fresh leeks and canned garden peas were perfect! The beef slices tasteless, the potatoes alright, the tomatoes nice, and the lemon mousse good. The extra gravy I made, was not so good, too bland, don’t know how I went wrong. Taste: 7.5/10, and that was just because the veg was delicious.

Washed the dishes, a rinse and the teggies done (Toothache Tim, was threatening). I nodded off with much less bother, but Shoulder Shuddering Sheila kept waking me up, and her shakings, caught the overgrown toenails a few time, which ensured I woke up more times than I fell asleep. (That can’t be right? Hahaha!)

Inchcockski – Tues 26 May 2020: A day of instabilities, perilousness and cock-ups. A normal day, then?

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Tuesday 26th May 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 26 Mai 2020

00 May 26

TFZers on stage. Hehehe!

GM chinL03:55hrs: After a decent sleep (5 hours! Yes!) and not having a single interruption for a wee-wee (Good innit?), I slowly got my body assessed, and the brain joined me a few moments later, with the realisation that I needed a wee now, urgently! So, the usual persnickety struggle getting out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, uncomfortable, not working, rickety-recliner was performed (With a lot less bother and pain than usual, too. Oh, yes!), and fumbled my way to the wet room.

WD 51.51.153 b 2Tue02This was a riskier business than expected. Walking was more challenging than it had been for many a month, if fact, since the stroke. The right ankle was weak when walking, and I was nervous about is giving way again, like it did yesterday. I took the ankle strap with me, to have a go at fitting it. No chance, too complicated for me, and overly painful manipulating it. Grumbleshaggles! Still, the SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) went well enough.

WD 51.51.153 b The legs were suffering from fluid retention again. The toes and soles of the feet were terribly-wicked stinging!

2Tue01I carefully made my way to the kitchen, made a brew of my beloved Thompsons Punjana tea. And did the health checks and took the morning medications.

WDP 001cThe sys was 144, Dia 69, Pulse 87, and temp 31.8°c (89.2f). That looks better to me. I took an extra painkiller, the feet, right ankle, and toes are a bit much to contend with at the moment! Glory be and praise the Lord, at least Arthur Itis’s knees were a lot easier today. Can’t win ’em all! ♫ Look on the bright side of life, bum-bum ♫ Hehehe!

2Tue03WD 51.51.153 b I got on the computer and checked the Morrison email. Substituted items and missing ones too! The only ones that bothered me were the Morrison’s Nasal Hygiene Spray, Leicester cheese, and Potato fritters not being available. None of them was obtainable on the last order, either.

Still, I mustn’t grumble too much. (Oh, I don’t know though) Hahaha!

I got yesterday’s, post updated, and email links sent off. Sent some photos to Pinterest. Visited the WordPress Reader section. And made some comments. Then I had a marathon session on TFZer Facebooking. But not as long as I would have liked to have. The template for today’s blog needed doing, and the ablutions had to be done, in time for the Morrison order arriving. So, off to the wet room for a stand-up bath session.

WD 51.51.153 b I tried the ankle-support-strap fitting again. Ha! Bogglesmania and Pain-Agony-Striking!

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It’d been so long since I needed to wear it, I could not remember how it should go on! No way could I master it. Then, of course, I found it was too painful to wear anyway! Yer knows, being such a lucky bugger like wot I am, tends to make one feel guilty. (sic).

WDP 03fWD 51.51.153 b I also noticed how the right leg was much thicker than the left one. (It never rains, but it pours, one thing after another, out of the frying pan, into the fire, no day is my day, life on a razor edge, life going through the wringer, and A Broggleknockersworther’s life for me!

WDP 03eWD 51.51.153 Ab So, in agony after the hour’s worth of frustration and failure get the support-straps to fit, then finding it was too painful to wear, then going through more suffering in taking it off. And stubbing my poor old overgrown nailed toes against the edge of the wet room door as I exited! I was approaching the darkness again!

2Tue05Light at the End of the Tunnel Search Result: Still, Yesterday’s vein explosions in the right leg had died down considerably! And Herbert was back at the knocking and drilling building his models.

It always cheers me up to know that.

2Tue04Eventually, I got started on with my ablutions. All went remarkably well. No teeth or gum bleeding! Only one shaving nick. The dropsies were only about six. All in all, a change of fortunes mayhaps? (No, you’re right!) 

I got some potatoes in the slow cooker for later on.

Minutes later, the intercom rang and lit up. It was Morrison’s deliveryman arriving. I pressed him access, and he was soon up with me.

2Tue12WD 51.51.153 b As he placed the bags through the door for me, I noticed that the foils baking trays had been crushed up! I pointed this out to the gentleman. He grabbed than and reshaped the crudely, saying, “There you are, they’ll do!” I pointed out, “No, they won’t!” He replied: “I can take um back if yer really wants me to!” – Me: “I do!”. Him: “Alright, then!” Off he trotted, and I began to take the bags in ones and twos to the kitchen. There was a lot of them.

As I went back for the last carrier, I heard a tapping on the door. Had I not been where I was, I doubt if I would have known about it. It was the young man from Morrisons 2Tue06returning, he had found a can of antiperspirant in the box and had come back to give it to me. Kind of him that! Thanks. After over an hour, I’d got the foods put away.

The feet were stinging something rotten, so I took off the slippers.

2Tue07I espied some dogs taking their owners for a walk, down in the bottom field below the tree copse. The little white and black dog had one hell of a loud bark on him!

I checked the tissues properly, and they seemed okay. So. I loaded the walker-guide-trolley up, ready to use. Then I made a phone call to inform 2Tue13Jenny that I would be down soon to drop off the tissues.

Jenny was concerned with paying for the tissues, and said she’d leave the money in an envelope.

I made sure that the chocolate treat and mini bottle of wine were in the bag, and was about to set off, and I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne.

WD 51.51.153 b It turned out to be a  similar session to what yesterday mornings were. A Constipation Konrad controlled evacuation! Hehe! Painfully suffered and messy with it!

2Tue14The hobbling was painful in the extreme, but okay with the use of the guide. Getting out through the door with the three-wheeler had to be done with care. I avoided any knocks and toe-stubbing.

Smug-Mode Temporarily Adopted!

When I got to the elevators, only one was 2Tue15working. So, it was a while before it arrived.

As I got out on Jenny’s floor, the lobby looked like it had been being worked on?

I got in the flat’s lobby, collected the envelope Jenny’d left for me, and put the bag near the door and rang their bell, then back to the lift 2Tue16lobby.

It appeared that they had had a water leak of some sort repaired? Just being nosey. Haha!

It took a long time for the lift to get to me, but I was in no particular rush.

I entered the cage and pressed the 12th-floor button. I went into a sort of vague haze, and when the doors opened, I was on the ground floor! A few people were waiting to get in, and I apologised, telling them I was on my way up, and it came down. Muttering my apologies and feeling a fool! I do not think I am a very popular person now! I had a red face and was a bit nervous in case the lift did something else unexpected. Humph!

I thought about it on the way up home. Perhaps with the one lift only working, this had thrown a spanner in the works to the other elevator workings?

Back in the flat, I made another a mug of Glengettie tea. The humming from the toes, ankle, and right leg was not getting any easier. I nearly took another Codeine 30g but managed to stop myself.

At long last, I got around to creating the template for this blog, made one for tomorrow as well. This cost me a lot of time, and I hadn’t started on this one yet!

The mobile phone chirped into life, it was my Zyrophobia suffering, supercilious Brother-in-law Pete. He was in the car after taking Sister Jane to the shops. He’s going through some worry with his health at the moment. We had a natter, and I was giving him the benefit of my medicalisational knowledge (Hehe!) We lost the signal. I put this down the West Bridgford, a previously posh area of Nottingham, now being snided out with drug pushers ‘cuckooing‘ where they would be least expected too, and illegal immigrants being housed in HMO’s by the swine who control them, again in an area that the police would think was safe. Anyway, this was causing an overload on the Mobile Phone antennas and why Jane & Pete are struggling to use their mobiles? Just thought I’d mention it.

Pete rang me back on the landline. Much better! We had a good chinwag and talked of some serious stuff. But still managed a laugh or two.

I got on with this post, at last. Hours passed, ever correcting mistakes.

I nipped into the kitchen and took these three snaps of the scenic view.

2Tue11a

I got some hot dog sausages in the saucepan. I decided I can’t go on with the computing, Saccades Sandra kicking off now. (Well, it’s only fair and sociable to share the pain and discomfort amongst the ailments. Hehehe!)

So, I decided to get some nosh. Which were home-made hot dogs, and mini-tomatoes. With a lemon flavoured mousse. The photo I took of it, has disappeared into the ether… Well, alright, I admit it, I’d not put the SD card into the Nikon! Twittleworthy-Idiot!

I also forgot to take the evening medications.

Amazingly, once settled down, I was soon off into the land-of-nod… Zzzz!

Inchcockski – Monday 25th May 2020: Downward -spiralling!

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Monday 25th May 2020

Swahili: Jumatatu Tarehe 25 Mei 2020

00 May 25

Today’s TFZer: Prima Ballerina & Cat Walk Model, Lillie!

GMX06aWD 150.0.0 02 01:30hrs: Well, I ought to be used to my last few vivifications being out of the ordinary, for various reasons. This morning was two-fold. Starting with the usual urgent need for a wee-wee, then getting free of the £300, second-hand, c1968, not working, cringingly beige-coloured, rusty, rickety recliner and without any Whoopsies or loss of balance! Got the stick and took a wee-wee in the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). The thing that shook me was it being an almost back to the standard style, a short, sharp painful evacuation, and the colour, a sort of battleship grey!

I swear I saw a twinge of luminescence in the bucket! I tried to recall the things I had eaten that might have caused this transmutation. The only thing I could think of summat I’d never eaten before and might be the cause, was the Sausage Patties? Hey-ho, I’ll see how it goes, and flows, later. Never a dull moment, (or any rest) for poor old Inchie!

I took the bucket with me to the wet room a1Mon01nd got it sanitised and cleaned, ready for tonight’s episode of: ‘Inchcock and his variable, lethal to moderate, Wee-wees!’ Should I snuff it overnight, would someone please have the vet check pon what killed me. Hahaha!

Constipation Conrad fooled me again as I was leaving the room, and I nipped back in and onto the Throne post-haste! But, it was a false alarm. Everything as solid as a rock again!

1Mon001WD 150.0.0 02 However, I did spot the right leg, had the spider and varicose veins bursting out all over this morning! They were even writing notes for me. A distinctive ‘S’, a ‘W’ and a ‘V’ were of interest.

Blimey, they looked a right mess this morning, well, the right leg did. More fluid-filled as well, I reckon. Hehe!

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WD 150.0.0 02 1Mon02Later in the morning, I had a look at the only leaflet the hospital gave me regarding the vein problems. This led me to investigate on the internet. Peripheral Neuropathy (Got-it!), increases the chance of Thrombophlebitis (Got-it!), Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis (Got-it!), Spider veins (Got-’em), Superficial venous thrombosis (phlebitis) (Got-it!), Chronic venous insufficiency (CVI-Got-it!), Iliac, Femoral, Saphenous, Popliteal and Tibial vein problems (Got-them all!). All of which can cause Bacterial or Viral Infections (Got-it!-Little Inchy!)

WD 150.0.0 02 This is because venous disease disrupts the normal flow of blood throughout the body, and all can lead to blood clots. Which can cut off the blood supply to nerves (Got-it!-Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters are dying), they told me that much when PN was diagnosed).

Note to Self; If you really want to depress yourself, keep looking things up on the web. If you can manage without having to assuage your natural curiosity, this is advised! Huh!

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1Mon03I poddled, in a slightly disconnected, uncoordinated state of mind, to the kitchen. I did the sphygmomanometer tests done. Sys 146, Dia 67, Pulse 79, Temperature was just reading ‘Low’. Odd how this works properly occasionally, then it goes back to just giving a low or high indication, again?

I got the medications taken, then I made a brew of the supremely tasty Thompsons Punjana tea. Delicious!

1Mon05aOnto the computer. Got the updating done for the Sunday blog. I checked the Emails and came across this gem to cheer me up further. Hahaha!

I saw a bit of Coronova-fun graphicalisationing could be had from this photo. I set to creating the mock newspaper graphic for the top of this page. Although not funny, being English, a sense of humour is not only recommended but vital, methinks. It took me a few hours to get it something like I wanted, but I did enjoy doing it. I hope it offends nobody.

Went on Pinterest with few photos. Sent the Email links. Then on Facebooking for a couple more hours. Then made up this template to use.

WD 150.0.0 02 I got in the wet room and started the ablutions. Did the teggies. Ah, a bit of a tale here. Could I find the toothpaste? No, I couldn’t! So, nipped into Junk-room number two, and got a tube out of the drawer. Back to the wet room, and did the teggies. Getting things ready for the shaving, I dropped the shaving foam can. It to an amazingly circuitous route and ended up behind the throne.

WD 150.0.0 02 I used the Jenny-supplied picker-upperer to retrieve the can. And saw the lost toothpaste down there as well! So I fetched the longer picker-upper from the main room and grabbed the tube, and a disposable-razor, that was lost weeks ago, came up with it! I really must get some help and have a proper clean up in the wet 1Mon05broom! Hahaha! How the razor got down there is a mystery, too. I took a photo of my legs. I had to doctor it with a courtesy-cover afterwards before using it in here. Only a tiny one, mind. I wanted to show that scar that came up last Monday, and has been there ever since? Wonder worrit is? Haha! The fluid retention is 1Mon06coming back I reckon.

The burn mark on the tummy has all but gone now.

WD 150.0.0 02 As I was cleaning the teggies, the door chimes rang out! It was Josie bringing back yesterday’s tray, plate and cutlery. I was not in a good position to concentrate; I’d slipped on the dressing gown, and it didn’t have a belt on it.

So as I was taking the tray and things from Josie, the damned ill-timed Involuntary right-legs did a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, and the gown came open, and I dropped the tray. I’m confident I got behind the door in time. I’m basing this assumption, on the fact that Josie did not laugh at me! The gal helped me pick the things up[ and asked if I was alright, bless her. She gave me some seedless grapes, she said she felt guilty me supplying and dong the meal every Sunday. Again, I said as long as you eat it and like it, that’s good enough for me, but I can’t recall thanking her, I felt bad about that.

WD 150.0.0 02 Back to the wet room and the dropsies. There were a lot of them today. But again I’d cheated the Sock-glide by not wearing any. No dizzies, no dropping the showerhead either, although the last of the carbolic was getting small now, and shot-off a few times. If you’ve never tried to pick up a small wet tablet of soap with the picker-upperer, its hard work! Hehehe!

I finished the ablutions eventually. And made up four small black bags and a box of recyclable stuff, and loaded the walker-trolley with them and went down to skips on the ground floor. I called at Josie’s on the way out and gave her the bottles of Fruit Shoot that are a little too sweet for me.

1Mon06aMy plan was to sneak outside and take some photographs. Cunning eh? I got the bags down in the chute room and caught the elevator to ground zero, with the cardboard box and a bag. A woman who was waiting to get in socially distanced herself well from me. I went through the caretaker’s (Who were not there) passage and out to the bins. But the bins were not there. So I put them with other peoples waste and shut the door locked behind me, as I had a trolley-guided hobble, taking some photographs en route.

I crossed Chestnut Walk and from the car park area, I took this snap of Woodthorpe Court

1Mon06bI spotted a wonder of nature. Well, they are for me. Some Daisies near the workmen’s porta-cabins.

All the wind that has been knocking them about, the lack of rain (never thought I’d say that, Hehe) And still they bloom against the odds!

1Mon06CI limped along until I was facing the main Winwood Court entrance, and took a photo of it. The only thing missing up until now for the pictures was people.

WD 150.0.0 02 A BMW with an exhaust pipe, it might have been a dual-fueled powered one, of course, was parked in the 1Mon07electric vehicle charging bay. Couldn’t see any connections linked to it.

This shot has the end of Winwood court to the left, and a rather imposing looking, Winchester Court on the right.

Again, no tellurians in view anywhere.

WD 150.0.0 02 As I turned to hobble back the way I’d come from, the ankle gave me such a sharp-paining! I had to stop, and pretend to be casually looking at the trees and bushes! Which I ended up doing, but dare not get the camera out, just in case the ankle gave way. Although it’s been good for so long now, I’d hoped that the problems with it were over. What a fool!

1Mon08I took a long time, well, it felt like it, but the hassle and weakness seemed to settle down. I was confident enough to press on again.

I stopped to take a picture of Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts. The sky was beautiful and the wind had dropped considerably since I’d left the building.

1Mon09aI hobbled to the far end of Chestnut Walk, and turned to take this wide shot, and guess what?

I caught two residents in the frame! At least I think they were.

Back into the Woodthorpe Court lobby, and I met Josie, as she was going to use the laundry room. We shared a word or two and a smile, and I went back up to the flat.

WD 150.0.0 a02 1Mon09bGot the three-wheeled trolley-guide into the corner. I just sucked at the cut knuckle that I caught on the door frame doing it. Humph!

I tried a few of the Indian seedless grapes as I made a brew, jolly-good, too!

I spent three more hours updating this blog. It was now three-hours beyond my usual head-down time.

Shattered mentally, I turned everything off and got some sarnies made for dinner. I was not going to risk cooking when I’m as tired as this.

See? See that? Common sense, from me!

1Mon10WD 150.0.0 a02 Off to get the fodder… and the ankle went over again! Grigglebonkcrap! Its been weeks, no, months since I used the ankle-strap, but I’m going to need it now. Oh, dear! I might leave it until morning when I might be more up for getting it fitted.

Such a decent day, and it has to end like this. I’m proper fed-up now!

Inchcockski – Sunday 24th May: A day of dilatoriness, delays and ditherings

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Sunday 24th May 2020

Azerbaijani: Bazar 24 May 2020

00 May 24 mix

TFZer May Gardeners

GM2green0504:00hrs: I woke up, for about the twentieth time, in imperative need of another wee-wee. I was out of the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner swiftly. I caught my balance, grabbed the stick, and hobbled over to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket).

WD 0.50.0 I found the bucket, too full to risk using again. And miraculously, I carried the bucket, and the walking stick, to the wet room, and arrived in time to avoid any leakages en route! A certain amount of smugness was gleaned from this little victory!

WD 0.50.0 I started off in a regular man’s standing position, the wee-wee was barely a trickle. Then I had to do a quick turnaround, and got seated on the Porcelain Throne, for the, (what I thought was) on-it’s-way evacuation! But no, things stopped part-way again, and the crossword book was utilised for many minutes, as I sat there wincing, before Constipation Konrad decided to reactivate and release items. Just as yesterday, a messy dollop that took several flushes to remove. And a heck of cleansing and medicating certain bodily area afterwards!

How many folks do you know, who wake, go for a wee, need a sudden dump, that sticks half-way. Toys with his crossword book for 15 minutes, waiting in pain before Constipation Konrad allows movement again. Then has to clean-up and treat Little Inchies fungal lesion (Nearly crying out in pain as he does so), then the same for Harold’s Haemorrhoids! Finally, get himself a quick wash. Good Heavens, it was an hour-plus by the time I’d done this little lot! I was ready for some sleep again! Hahaha!

Still, on the bright side, there were no trips, tumbles, Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun visits. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Duodenal Donald were trouble-free! Saccades Sandra was a smidge blurry at times. But, fair do’s, Anne Gyna was stabbing away, and Reflux Roger was bothersome. The worst thing at this moment is Toothache Tim was starting to ache a bit. Can’t win ’em all!

Off to the kitchen, took the BP, Sys 7Sun02155, Dia 69, Pulse 72 and temperature showing as just ‘Low’. Sys reading is a bit high. When I took the medications, I felt like having an extra pain-killer, to counter Toothache Tim. But with the rear-end passing problems, I’ve already been taking extra Codeine, and this may be contributing to the Constipation Konrads recent run of success in foulCo-Codamol3ing up my evacuations? After a little ponderisationing and circumlocutionary dithering, I decided to take only an extra Co-codamol. I’m not sure how I arrived at this decision, but I’m almost sure it made sense at the time. Maybe?

It must have been gone 06:00hrs now. I opened the unliked, unwanted, letting draughts and rain in, thick-framed, light and view-blocking, cannot be accessed for cleaning, designed by a photography hating designer, window in the kitchen, and took a couple of snaps of the morning’s cloudy skies.

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With an unnatural for me, turn of determination, I laughed at Nocodemus’s dying nerve-ends, and Shoulder Shuddering Sheila best efforts at disrupting my progress, and delay me further! I contemptuously sneered at their designs to deter me from my computerisationing! Admittedly, it took me far longer than usual to get the updating finished, but I mocked their (Nicodemus & Sheila’s) painful efforts, by not letting them get to me in the slightest! (It was as if someone else was in control of my mind?) Time for some Sanity-Testing, methinks! When I realised how I’d coped with the attacks, all calm and almost nonchalantly, the biggest swank-mode-ever came over me.

I went on Pinterest to post a few photos. Then checked the Emails and posted the link.

WD 0.50.0 As I went onto the WP Reader…

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And, as a testimony to my composure and restraint this morning. (I know, it’s a little rare!), I had no urge to question the parentage, abilities, greed, ridiculously sickening to ordinary working people salary, or bullying nature of Mr (No idea how to give a service that works – but I still get paid) Fries, at all. Honestly!

WDP 004bUnflappably, I just put the computer in sleep mode, and went and got two black bags made up, and limped to the waste chute with them. Returned to the apartment, and looked in the fridge to decide what to have for me nosh later on.

Not only that, but I made my choice! All logical-like, sensible and worked out! I will make Josies first, I’ll have some of the Iceland sausage burgers, make extra cheesy potatoes for Josie, and have them cold with the sausage pattie thingies in bread rolls, some tomatoes as well later on. I then planned Josie’s nosh. Cheesy spuds, gherkins, tomatoes, cheese discs, Tuna chunks in brine, mixed with some BBQ mayonnaise, garden peas and mackerel in mild chilli sauce.Clementine

Back to the computer, booted her up, and the internet was back working. I finished the WordPress reader perusing. Sent the links off for the blog, and got a can of the San Benedetto, Primo Spremtura Clementina juice from the fridge, and took a swig as I worked for an hour or so, CorelDrawing making a graphic to use on tomorrow‘s Inchcockski.

WDP 2aWD 0.50.0 Oh, by Cragknackles! That was a mistaka-to-maker! Toothache Tim was most annoyed with my stupidity in gulping down the biggest mouthful of the ‘Oh-so-cold, clementine drink! Now my new-found calmness and acceptance mode was changed immediately! Argh! I dare not try any more painkillers, so I had to grit my teeth! But, I was aware that it was my own silly fault! Schnook!

WD 0.50.0 I turned the computer to Sleep Mode and got on with Josie’s nosh. All went well. apart from taking a photo of the good-looking meal, with no Simcard in the Nikon, not realising until much later when I got around to, theoretically uploading it. My mood is sinking back toward the darkness, now! Oy, Vey!

Delivered the meal to Josie’s door. She asked if she could pay me, but I wasn’t having that! I told Josie, no need, as long as she likes it, then that’s enough for me! Bless her! 

I got on with updating this blog for a few hours. Oh, the wee-wees have died down now! Just thought I’d mention it, like. Hahaha!

And then, again…

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7Sun37I gave up, turned everything off, and tended to making up my own dinner. Got the sausage patties in the oven, dribbled with a drop of Hickory Garden peas in the saucepan, and cheesy mash on the plate with the tomatoes.

WDP 004WD 0.50.0 Unbelievable, now out of the blue, Dizzy Dennis is having a bash at me! He was worryingly persistent this time. The stomach began rumbling and grumbling, but no pain with it, just a tad uncomfy.

7Sun38Got the plastic plate piled up with pretty fodder, and poddled to the recliner to digest the decent looking pot-luck, potlatch. Overall Taste-Rating: 5/10.

WD 0.50.0 The sausage patties looked natty and appealing. But oddly with no smell coming from them when they came out of the oven? I should imagine, if I’d had patties made of paper-mache soaked for a week in stagnant 20/30 gearbox oil for a month or two, the taste would have been the same. Eurgh!

7Sun05Got the washing up done, and nipped to the wet room for freshen up. I took this photo of the just above the belly button burn mark, I got last night, and recall taking it to make up a funny idea I had for a graphic. But blown if I can remember what my idea was now! Something about a black hole?

The rumbling innards did not indicate any Porcelain Throne needs, though?

I got down in the recliner, to struggle to find sleep arriving. Tons of nod-offs, mind, that lasted a minute or so each time.

The damned ‘Hum’ became louder the longer I failed to nod off properly.

WDP 4leftMany get-ups for a wee-wee again. Not easy having so many, in my physical state. I’m concerned that the walking stick ferrules will wear down to a frazzle! Hehehe!

Take care folks, hope you are all coping ‘wiv-fings’ okay. TTFN!

Inchcockski – Sat 23 May: Bleak thoughts abounded, depression surrounded, the howling-wind sounded. Hey-Ho!

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Saturday 23 May 2020

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Gm2purp0402:50hrs: Woke finding I had a touch of involuntary Clinomania. I must have nodded off five or six times, waking, nodding repeatedly. On the final awakening, the need for my use of the Porcelain Throne was made apparent, and a smidge of panic overcame me; with the belief that I would never make it to the bowl on time. Yet another change in circumstances, Trotsky Terence had retaken control over the innards!

The rigmarole of freeing my scarily-obesely stomached body from the recliner to the wet room was a rushed, bloody, painful and difficult excursion. (Little Inchies fungal lesion was flowing the red stuff)

WD 100.20.0 Things activated, by Trotsky Terence, I had no in part how things went, the moment I got seated. All over in seconds, but a mess like never before had to be sort and cleaned afterwards. The cistern did not cope with clearing things and had to be flushed a few times, and buckets of water added, to assist it! Cor Blimey, worra struggle!

WDP 03dWD 100.20.0 I was left with an acute stomach ache after the evacuation. But there was was no signs of it before. Grigglebogblowit! The cleaning and medicating of Little Inchies fungal lesion brought tears to my eyes! Tsk!

I hobbled to the kitchen, thinking how the feet and toes didn’t seem so bad this morning? I got the kettle on, and Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit, but no Whoopsies or Accifauxpas caused.

WD 100.20.0 I got the medications out and realised I’d not taken last night’s doses, (Well, I never, what a shock, me Forgetting something? Hehehe!) So I took them, and made a point to try and remember to take the morning ones belatedly, later on. During the ten-minutes or so that I was in the kitchen, I had to utilise the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), twice! Both were of the HLSBS (Hosepipe-Like-Short-Blasting-Splashback) style. I took the bucket with me to the computer, confident that it would be needed again soon. No doubt about it, the intestines were going to make me suffer today, with Trotsky Terence, and now Wee-Wee Willy going into overdrive!

6Sat01I sat to get the computer going, and two things registered with the grey-cell box. The feet and toes started stinging ‘after’, I’d sat down and taken my weight off of them? Secondly: The volume of the annoying mystery ‘Hum’ from outside, as so loud, I got up and checked to see if the fire brigade had an engine going outside!

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As I stepped into the balcony pod, I heard the windows rattling, and yet there didn’t seem much wind when I opened one to take the Chestnut Walk shot, the ‘Hum’ was viciously powerful!

WD 100.20.0 Then I needed another Wee-wee! This one was a tad different. Of the STSBDWTE (Slow-To-Start-But-Didn’t-Want-To-End) variety. Again, after the release, the stomach began to sting and rumble?

I made-up the template, then made a start on this blog, thus far. Then began updating the Friday blog. Which, in between taking a variety of frequent types and colour-moded wee-wees, I got finished! Despite Shoulder-Shuddering Shirley doing her best to delay me. Naughty Shirley!

I Pinterested some photos, went on the WordPress reader, then on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. Another wee-wee, and off to get the stand-up Ablutions sorted out.

WDPC6Sat05What an absolutely cheer-making, super-duper, crackerjack, unbelievable, corking, almost bleeding, Whoopsiedangleplop and Accifauxpa-free session!

Colin Cramps kicked off as I began to get the soaking flannel out of the sink. But even this only lasted a few minutes, and he was off and gone! Smugness Mode Coming On! 

WDPbbsBCleaning the teeth, I began to think that I had slipped back in time somehow, and did not have the stroke, Peripheral Neuropathy, Toothache, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, Ane Gyna, Reflux Roger or Shaking Shaun at all!

None of these bothered me for the duration of the ablutions! Definitely a Smug-Mode Approaching!

WDPH01LThe teeth cleaning was completed without any droppings, or gum bleeding! Fair enough, the shaving did bring a few of both, but still just two knicks and three razor dropsies. The washing of the skinny limbed, whacking great flobby-bellied torso and legs as far as I could reach, produced only one minor bruise. I dropped the soap and clouted my head on the sink as I went down to retrieve it. You can’t win ’em all!

The drying off went without any bother, nothing knocked over, no Dennis Dizzies or Nicodemus’s nerve-end use loss! (Come on, I must be either dead or dreaming this!)

WDP 2Now, when it came to the medicating, I was expecting the ailments to produce painful, pestering-predicaments and perhaps the odd agonistic moment. But, No! Even Little Inchies removal of the crusted blood, produced next to no blood when the usually horrendously hurtful applicating of the Daktacort was done, there was hardly any stinging at all! I wanted to cry with joy, laugh out loud… But how can this happen? To me, with my luck? Better make the most of it, I thought!

WDP 20193AWD 100.20.0 Then, and it had to happen. Getting the PPs on, I lost my balance, went over backwards, bounced off of the door, and fell on the shower chair and Sock-Glide! I let myself get overconfident with all the none accidents happening? Getting back up, was at that time, an impossibility. The back of the head and right shoulder took most of the impact, but I soon realised I could not get to the wristlet alarm to call for help, at least for a while until I regained my equilibrium. (Is that the right word? I’ll look it up later)

However, minutes later things, well I did, felt much better, and I was glad I couldn’t get to the alarm. Calling for help and not needing it, ‘Crying-Wolf’ is not a good thing to commit. As things came together, I realised I could have reached the picker-upperer (That Jenny donated to me when I broke my other one, Tsk!), I keep it in the wet room, and from where I lay, could have used it to get the wristlet. (I’m glad I didn’t think of it earlier).

I did use it, to grab the walking stick, and in a bit of a messy Heath Robinson style, and after some faffing about, I got back up to a semi-perpendicular stance.

6Sat05aAmazingly, the miracles of this morning had not finished. For after cleaning up the chair and glide, and checking myself over, the only part of my anatomy giving me any real grief was the shoulder, and both Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna had kicked off. Could have been so much worse! The legs were fine, although the feet and toes were stinging.

I wondered for a moment, had all the ailments got together, and agreed to lay-off of me this morning, on purpose? To get me into a confident mood it which I’d leave myself open for a guaranteed Whoopsiedangleplop? Hehehe! Only kidding about thinking that. Well…

I think I will check to see if I can6Sat08 pay for, if available, a fully waterproof wristlet alarm, that I can wear when washing or showering, just in case this happens again. Off to the kitchen, and took this photograph of the beautiful sky outside. I think I’ve been lucky this morning, and there can’t be a lot of it left. The wind is terrible again, howling!

6Sat09I made a brew and remembered to do the morning medications I’d forgotten about earlier. I think the HP readings were good, considering what I’d just gone through. The thermometer worked for once, showing a 33.3° I must say the tastes nice in these mugs that Jenny gave me ♥.

6Sat11Back to the computer, Duodenal Donald calming down now.

I got an email from Iceland, telling me to check the email to see changes. So, I did. There was only the Wholemeal Deli Rolls that will be short-delivered, and I have no worry over that.

6Sat10I checked on the Amazon email. Now it tells me that the Clementine juice is expected to be delivered twixt today and Tuesday? No tracker on it, though? Suspicions aroused! But I can go to the site on Wednesday for a refund? Mmm?

6Sat12The intercom rang, luckily I was on my way for yet another wee-wee, and I heard it. T’was the Iceland delivery arriving.

I nipped to the window and took this shot of the van, I’ve no idea why, but it seemed worth it at the time?

6Sat13The chap arrived, and asked me how I put up with all the noise? Which confused me a tad. I got the bags into the kitchen. In there, I realised what he was talking about with the noise. Someone is drilling something somewhere close by. But it didn’t sound too loud to me, of course since the chap mentioned it, I hear it all the more. Hehehe!

6Sat18aThere seemed a lot of things on that order. So, I went through them and soon realised I was going to have problems with getting all the items in the freezer. And a bit of ingenuity was going to be needed if I was to get them into the available space.

I had to take some products out of their boxes, to free-up some space. The orange lollies, the quarter-pounder beefburgers, (already in the freezer), and the Whitefish fillets in crispy batter.

This was a messy and fiddly job. The worst part of it, I had to throw away a half-packet of Sweet potato fries to make enough space for the incoming food. But, I thought it was a good idea, and felt semi-proud of my resourcefulness in the cunning plan.

As you can see in the picture, the refrigerator and freezer could take no more.

There was not even room to get one more lollipop in! So I ate it! Hahaha!

In the bottom drawer, I felt the bag of Petit Pois slit as I crammed it into the corner.

Odds are, I’m going to forget this, and in a couple of days, I’ll go into this freezer and just grab at them, and have a right mess on my hands to clear up? Mind you, I might remember… nae, no chance!

I reckon the noise that’s just started again will be Herbert. It’s start-stop with long periods of grinding. I wonder what he’s making?

The next photo is one I accidentally took not knowing. Haha!

I turned my attention to the fridge items next, and there were only a few of them. Chicken thighs, that spread, got to be butter, but it’s not, pork and pickle mini-pork pies and some Richmond skinless sausage. I only ordered these, cause I’d not seen any for ages, and it’s been many years since I ate any.

Then I got the bits in the cupboards. Instant mash with cheese and chives, mint bikkies, Cheesy Cheddar biscuits, black waste bags and kitchen towels. I also ordered (apparently), a bag of ‘Wasabi Assorted Nibbles’, whatever they are.

6Sat20If anyone in the flats would like them, first come, first given. I’ll take a photo of them, so you know what they are. Hang on a tick! Here they are.

I don’t know what I meant to order, but not these. Judging by the ingredients, they might be too spicy for my tastes. Wasabi peas (40%) Whatever they are? Starch, sugar, salt, Chilli, Horseradish, Garlic, Glucose, Capsicum and many more on the packet label. I’ll hang onto them for a few days. I don’t like throwing food away, but they are not my cup of tea, I’m sure.

6Sat19I got things cleared and went to go back on the computer, I opened the balcony door, which proved to be a bad idea. The wind howled through from balcony to the kitchen; or the other way around. I thought I’d better close the kitchen windows, they were only just ajar. I had to laugh, even if I hit my poorly shoulder on the door frame, when the kitchen roll on the dispenser, hit me in the face! Har-har! Blown by the wind! Fortunately, there was not much of roll left, but the wind had unwound all of it.

And I read about people who are getting bored with their isolating? I could do with a bit of bored! Giggle-laugh!

6Sat20The injured shoulder was getting a bit more bothersome, so I made a brew, and took an extra Codeine 60mg. I’ll skip the evening one, don’t want to take too many.

I pondered over what to have for nosh later. After much differing, procrastination and faffing about, I decided on battered fish on the bread rolls, with tomatoes, a lemon mousse to follow, then maybe even, an orange sucker? By gum, I lead a good life!

6Sat21Back again top the computing. The warm williwaw winds were still howling. I shut the balcony door, but could still hear it. It must be bad for anyone with good hearing.

I tended to getting the fish cooked for the roll sarnies.

WD 100.20.0 Oh, very dearie me! Taking the tray of fish out of the oven, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters let me down, and I dropped the tray. Boggleknappers! I pushed my body forwards, trapping the tray between my stomach and the oven… amazingly, more worried about losing the battered fish than any injury.

WD 100.20.0 ac I grabbed at the few fish lumps from the floor to retrieve them, hitting my already injured shoulder against the stove. Inspected the food, and decided it would do, and began to put the salvaged fodder on the plate… Argh! The message had belatedly got through to the brain, that I had burnt my wobbly-over-fleshed tummy! Hahaha!

Got the Germolene in action. I’ll take a photo later (I did, but not until the morning).

6Sat24WD 100.20.0 In the melee, I forgot about taking the evening med’s Klutz! I was more interested in the delightful looking feast awaiting my attentions on the plate! I had a borborygm on me. Battered Basa fish balls, and Whiting fillets in crispy batter. All I had with them was tomatoes and some white cobs.

ClementineA can of the San Benedetto, Prima Sremitura Clementina drink. What a mouthful! Haha!

I watched an old (1996) Euro football match, twixt England and Spain. It was very depressing, realising than Englan still play in the same, error-ridden style nowadays. Well, they will I hope, after the, and if the Coronavirus is beaten.

I kept nodding off, of course. And boy, did I have a thirst on me! During the match, I drank the Clementina and two bottles of made-up spring water and orange cordial. Then fetched a drink of milk from the fridge!

I did the pots. The wind was still blowing heavily, as I turned off the computer, and got settled in the second-hand, c1968, not working, broken by Zyrophobia suffering, supercilious Brother-in-law Pete, when flat-searching, finding and taking my valuables. At the same time, I was the hospital after the stroke, and the thought storms began.

7Sun04cI’d got a thin quilt over my naked, anaemic, ailment tortured, aching, phenomenally heavy and flobby-stomached body. But it had to come off, the fibre on the material was catching of the overgrown Howard Hughes-like painful toenails.

WD 100.20.0 6Sat28But thankfully, my growths are not that bad… yet! I must try again to find someone to cut the nails for me. I’ll inquire (if I can get an answer this time), at the Sherwood Health Centre on Elmswood Gardens to see if they are open for feet treatment again after the lock-down.

WD 100.20.0 I spent ages trying to get-off to kip. But eventually did… but had to keep getting up for wee-wees!

Globdangleristions!