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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An old one already, but I like it!

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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!