Inchcock – Friday 19th June 2020: Becoming a meconophagist appealled to me today. Hehe!

TFZer Mary

Friday 19th June 2020

Latin: 19 Lunii Veneris MMXX

Hope things are good and you’re okay!

03:30hrs: I bestirred, in need of a wee-wee. Detached my lumberous body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, caught my balance, and woggled over to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket). Having a WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode wee-wee. Then I stumbled my way to the kitchen.

But returned to the front room, to put some pain-gel on the toes, avoiding yesterday’s toe-stubbing blister. I took these poor quality pictures after the treatment.

Back into the kitchen. The light showery rain was falling, although it doesn#t show in this picture, it was coming from behind the building. I got the kettle on the boil and dug out the medicines and Health-Test Kit.

The medication pods The BP readings were little different from yesterdays. Sys was up, Dia and the pulse about the same as yesterday. The temperature showed up just ‘Low’.

I nearly made a silly blunder, and almost gave myself an Enoxaparin injection, that is not due until tomorrow. It was a close thing. Phew! I felt almost proud of myself for remembering in time. A smug-mode was engaged!

Moments later, when I took the medications out of the pod-pack, the static on the plastic cover, brought all the tablets out stuck against it, and they fell to the floor. Spreading the eight tablets to all four corners of the flipping kitchen! Grumph and Grobbleknangles!  The recently acquired Smug-Mode, dissipated!

By the time I’d gathered up the offending tablets and capsules, with all the bending down, the uncut toenails were stinging, and Back-Pain-Brenda had made herself known to me. Silver-Lining Search Result: At least I found them all! I gave them a dusting and took them.

As I poured the tea, I recognised that Arthur Itis’s knees were in the same state as they were yesterday, just stiff, but not overly painful at all. The showers overnight, and drizzle this morning, along with a delightful smell of petrichor is a sign of a storm brewing; or at least heavy rain is on the way. I know, I said the same yesterday, but I’ve got to get it right eventually. Hahaha!

I went to the wet room for another wee-wee. At least it was of a different type. An SSPG (Short-Sharp-Painful-Grey) variety. Not many folks have wee-wees that morph into a different colour and power each time. Humph! Washed and wiped the contact points, then off to the computer.

The concentration was difficult despite my being in a willing mood. No particular reason as far as I could tell, but it took me yonks get aa template for today done, then the updating of Thursday’s post. Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kept having a go at me, but at least Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter failure was rare for once.

It was the concentrating, articulating, emphasising and funnelling, optimising actions as needed that I found so hard. Also, I kept changing tasks and got lost as to what I was doing before. However, I finally got both jobs finished. I felt a little wishy-washy in the head then. Why? Gawd knows!

I went on Facebooking but gave up when I realised how the time had flashed by.

Off to get the ablutions tended to, back in a while. I hope

Oh, dearie me! Not one of my easiest of ablutionalisationing sessions! The legs looked like they were about to transmogrify again. Arthur Itis’s knees were a bit bloated, but as I said earlier, not bothersome really?

The teggies were painful to clean, with Toothache Terence making his presence know.

The shaving went much better today. A couple of razor dropsies, one dropped the shaving foam once.  Only one lone little cut.

Now, the showering… Gragglespitgurgle & Tsk! A few of the ailments had a frenzied festival of fun with me!

Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and over I went. Hitting the shower chair, but avoiding going all the way to the floor.  I got my lower right arm entangled with the metal Sock-Glide frame, as I reached out to prevent a full self-body slam. Arglebonkangony! The bruises came up quick.

This slowed me down a bit, I took extra-care after, in case another ‘one-legged Jive’  came on again. They don’t usually come on close to each other, but this one made me bit nervous. Still, apart from the pain, by the time I got around to finishing showering and onto the towelling, I was feeling much easier and more confident. Then…

As I was getting the creams for Harold’s Haemorrhoids, Arthur’s knees cream, Earhole Eric’s Olive Oil and Little Inchies fungal lesion cream; Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had a go at me. I dropped the Olive oil, and Phorpain Gel. I calmy and unexcitedly, got the picker-upperer, turned back, and trod on the Olive Oil pot! Thus, it burst open, giving the poorly stubbed toe some gip, and spreading over the WC mat. Which now needs cleaning! Cribblebogsanagonies!

Crying was on option, but I resisted it!

Then went on the WordPress Reader.

I got the walker-guide trolley and popped down to the caretaker’s domain, with some bags of recyclables and waste. Took the two snaps below while I was down there. The first one of the dead-end of Chestnut Walk, the none in the opposite direction towards Winchester Street.

Back to the apartment, and I made a restart on this post.

Just before midday, I made my way down again, to visit the Mobile Shop. Apple pies, tomatoes and a loaf of bread were purchased.

I came back inside and up again to the apartment. Well, alright then, the flat. Hahaha!

Got the nosh prepared. Easy-peasy meal. A tin of chopped tomatoes, pork frankfurters, mushrooms and bread from the mobile shop. To follow, a lemon mousse (thanks Jenny), an apple and an apple pie!

I recall washing up and settling down to watch a replay football match.


That’s it. When I nodded off, I’ve no idea, so I don’t know what sleep I got in.

But in the morning, I noticed I’d miss the evening medications.

Inchcock – Wednesday 17th June 2020: Lots of lucubrationing, fretting and failures today!

Wednesday 17th June 2020

Serbian: Среда, 17 Jуна 2020

03:00hrs: I stirred into life, with a raging headache. For a moment or two, I lay gathering what senses I could.  Then traces of the dream I’d been having, came back to me, in some detail too! I grabbed the pen and notepad from the Ottoman, and scribbled down the finer points, as the memories faded again. Later, when I get a chance, I’ll go through them and let you know what real insanity I dreamt of.

The need of the Porcelain Throne arrived, and I disentangled my ultra-thin limbs, and overly-stomached, flabby belly from the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner. I got up on my feet and caught my balance without much bother at all. (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) Got the stick, and off to the wet room.

Without a doubt, this Porcelain Throne session was the easiest I’ve passed in many a month! But it was a messy one. Took no time at all, but cleaning up afterwards was a long, unpleasant job. Ah-well, can’t win ’em all! Still, the feet were looking a smidge better now. Not the Howard Hughes toes, though!

Sanitised and refreshed, I poddled off to the kitchen…

  Where I found the freezer door ajar! I closed it as quickly as I could. But it must have been opened for several hours. I dare not open it again yet. I’m praying some of the stuff will be useable when refrozen. Not that I am not expecting to be able to use much of the produce in it when I do. Just hope for the best. It is cram-packed full in there – and the possibility of my having to throw it all away. Bagging the waste-material into small bags so that they will fit in the tiny opening in the waste-chute. Too many trips to and from the room. Bending to get the stuff out, all put me on a bit of a downer. And I was hoping for a better day today, less stress, fewer incidents… Fool!

The fog had descended. There’s not much of a view outside this morning. I got the medicalisationing equipment out to do the Health Checks. I dropped the stick thermometer, but it still worked when I retrieved it with the picker-upperer.

The resulting figures all looked okay to me. No problems on the sphygmomanometer. The temperature just showed as ‘low’. If I’m not quick enough to get the instrument out of my ear-hole, the reading changes to low or high display. I was not fast enough – The story of my life there! Hahaha!

When I got to download the pictures later, I found this mystery photo? After applying my Sherlock Holmes-like investigative skills, I thought it was taken in the kitchen. When Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had a little play with me. I took the medications and made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea.

At long last, I got on Computer Cameron. I made up a template for today. Then I started updating yesterday’s blog.

I finished it and had a look at the notepad with the scribbled dream memories. But my handwriting was so atrocious, much of it was indecipherable. Tsk! Using a bit of recollection and the writing that I could understand:

  • I was throwing food from the cupboards out of the window on the balcony.
  • A crowd gathered and started shouting for specific items, Bacon, cornflakes, bread and pickled, onions were amongst them as I recall.
  • Police cars arrived and arrested the crowd, presumably for not Social distancing?
  • When the Marias arrived, and the citizens were taken away, more Officers arrived, each with a shopping list!
  • A Tannoy was used, as they shouted up for what they wanted.
  • One chap asked for cheesy mashed potatoes. I explained I haven’t made any. The policeman Tannoyed back, ‘Yes, you have, on the second shelf up in your fridge!’ Then threatened to arrest me if I failed to find any for him?
  • I threw some requested Glengettie tea bags out, and then I went to look in the fridge.
  • Sure enough, a little like Dr Who’s Tardis, I opened the fridge door and walked into it. There were stacks, piles of food, and inside was as big as a football pitch! Hundreds of my plastic plates with cheesy potatoes, too!
  • I was forever going to the fridge for more cheesy potato meals and back to the balcony.
  • They had set-up a winch system now.
  • I’ve no idea why, but Police Helicopters and red coloured Tiger Moth planes filled the skies?
  • The doorbells rang out their usual ♫ I only want to be with you, ♫ tune.
  • The hallway outside was cram-packed with people vying to get me to adopt a giraffe, panda or Elephant, supply drinking water, pay for medications, and to take out an over 50’s death policy. Argh!

Many other things happened, but nothing clear comes to mind. I think the dream ended as I was fighting off the insurance and charity mob. I’d written down three pages of memories on the notepad. Undoubtedly, one of my curioser, more vivid dreams, methinks. The nightmare bit was those ‘Over-50’s’ sellers!

It took me some time to get the tale of the dream done, (And three variable wee-wees). I went to make another brew, with hopes of getting this one drunk. Haha! 

I spotted through the mist and fog, a couple taking their dog for a walk. I did my best to photograph them, on Auto setting, but it didn’t come out too well.

Then, I went on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. The mist is less now.

Time to see if I can get an order in for Morrisons. The last few times it’s taken between 2 to 4 weeks. I’ll give it a go.

Got it done! But I had to wait until Tuesday 30th June for a delivery slot. And that is a bit late in the day one. Unfortunately, 16:30 > 17:00 hrs. But the waiting doesn’t matter, as I have so much food in the flat at the moment, you wouldn’t believe how much!

Scary innit? Hahaha! By the time it arrives, I should be ready for it. In thirteen days, there should be room for it. Being the Unglefrogwoggling idiot that I am, I’m sure the recent Blank-Spots and Spells are the cause of my ordering food and not remembering, I’d done so.

I rang Sister Jane and Pete, as they have not answered my two emails sent yesterday, see if they are okay. The line (It always is) was bad, Jane rang me back. That was a bit better for hearing and understanding. Pete arrived near the phone, I wished him well with his experimental treatment at the City Hospital! When the conversation became three-way, I was lost altogether. Pete departed to do some shopping and check on his bank balance and investments. I then needed another visit to the Porcelain Throne. We parted, and I shot in the wet-room. When I say, shot…

I sat, sitting there for ages, convinced that something was about to erupt. But, No! Nothing moved, despite my firm belief that it was ready and willing, the innards refused to allow any evacuation! Still, I got a few more clues answered in the crossword book. 

Off to make another brew, this time of Thompsons Punjabi tea. I took a shot of the weather, still a bit misty, no signs of any rain. It doesn’t look the slightest bit like it’s going to be any precipitation! Inchcock wrong again!

Then I had a thought (I occasionally do), it doesn’t look like rain. So why are Arthur Itis’s knees losing pain and gaining stiffness? Every time they have done this in the past, rain or even a storm had come on the same day. I don’t suppose it matters, but my EQ faith suffers.

I had a check on the weather. That’s the weather than I was certain would produce rain today. Grobbleatkins!

Back to Computer Cameron, and went on the WordPress Reader section. That took me over an hour. I’d got behind with me reading, with the activity of the last few days. All caught up now.

I wet on the Nottinghamshire Live Full News Site. Here are the first few headlines on the page: Just to cheer you up, like!

Girl Found Dead in Nottingham Park.

Police close bridge as ‘pools of blood’ found following Nottingham shooting.

A teenager has been locked up after he stabbed a 20-year-old man during a “gruesome and violent” attack in Nottingham.

Millions of people in Beijing under new Coronavius restrictions. There have been 137 new cases in the last six days!

To make my day, the next page gave April’s Nottingham crime figures for my postcode.

Shuddering Shoulder Shirley kicked off again. Making doing any work on graphics impossible until, if, she gives me a break.

So, I got the nosh going. Despite my feeling half out of it, it was a decent looking and tasting effort, a little too much for me to eat it all, but I gave it my best shot! Flavour Rating: 8.2/10! After having eaten what I could of it, I was feeling more alert and aware of things.

Taking the things back into the kitchen to get them washed, it looked like an explosion had taken place. The mess I’d left from the cooking made the place look very untidy, a sausage lay on the floor near the stove, along with two halves of tomato, a fork, and an unidentifiable tablet—one of the small ones that all look the same, Furesomide, Beta-Blocker or a Codeine 30g. I think I was lucky that I didn’t leave the stove on, tap running, or window open. Shame-Mode-Adopted!

I tidied up a bit and got the washing done. And planned to get back to watch a re-run of a 2016 Euro match. Eventually, I got my head down to view the footy. Fell asleep, but woke up to see the penalty shoot-out, at least.

I got the headphones on, to watch and listen to a documentary on Channel 25, Freeview, there were not any subtitles on the programme.

However, when I went to make a brew, the EQ predicted rain arrived, but not a lot of it.

My new headphones on, and fell asleep, as expected. My waking up was a bit scary (Not really, but it made me jump). The right earpiece cover and foam, which I discovered was just stretched over the plastic, fell off. Falling down my shoulder, followed by the headphones, onto my Brobdingnagian-sized flobby-stomach is what woke me. I wondered what the heck had happened at first. Haha!

I set about trying to put the cover back over the ear-part. Not a good job, but it will do for now. Humph! 

Sweet Morpheous was reluctant again. Gragglespitness!