Inchcock Today – Monday 7th September 2020:

TFZers gather at the Cool-It-Cabin! ♥

Monday 7th September 2020

Uzbekistan: 2020 yil 7-Sentyabr, dushanba

  00:15hrs: I woke with some lingering memories of dreams I’d been having, and fumbled to get the notepad and pen, to write down what I could recall of them. But by the time I’d dropped the pad, and got myself sorted out ready to scribble, the memory box had lost everything about the dream! So annoying innit? Tsk! 

While I lay there, silently swearing at myself, the urgent need of a wee-wee presented itself. All thoughts of the failed recollections of the dream were abandoned, and I heaved my grossly overly-stomached body from the £300, c1968, second-hand recliner, wobbled a bit, and got to the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), and suffered a rather painful PSC (Powerful-Sprinkly-Colourless) wee-wee. As I got the bucket cleaned and disinfected, I half expected the usual ‘within-minutes-of-waking’ summoning to the Porcelain Throne, but no, which surprised me.

I poddled to the kitchenette, and the view through the hanging washing covered, new light & view-blocking windows, revealed the moon in miniature again. So I got the Kodak PixPro AZ 651 bridge-camera, (sounds all posh dunnit?) and took a shot in the Aperture-Priority mode. Not too bad!

I got the Health Checks done then, starting with the BP sphygmomanometerisationing. Oh, dearie me! The SYS was still high, too high. Next, I used the stick thermometer to get the body temperature. Down a bit, at 32.4°c.

At the most inopportune moment, just as I was pouring the tea, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) gave me a good shaking, and I dropped knocked the mug over! Boiling water and hot tea went all over the counter, down the cupboard doors onto the floor. I thought how lucky I had been in not getting injured or scolded, and in the midst of cleaning up the mess, a sneaky Smug-Mode began coming on, but not for long!

As I was struggling to get up from the floor, I slipped on a patch of wet I’d missed, and clouted the top of my head and nose against the corner of the cupboard! It could have been worse, I anticipated a dirty great lump on the bonce, but there wasn’t. 

The Falls Team Member is calling to see me today. No idea what time, though. So, I got on with the updating of yesterday’s diary, so I could have time to get the ablutions done before he, she or they arrive.

SSS did not help any, but I stuck at it and got it done in a few hours. Pinterested some snaps from the blog. Went on the WordPress Reader, then Facebooking. Emailed the link, and replied to a couple of comments. Did some graphicationalisationing.

Aha! The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and off to the wet room.

The recent ten or so sessions have all been a struggle and time-consuming affairs. So I got the crossword book to hand – but by Jiminee, the movement almost shot out in one long, painful blast! Messy, pongy, and bloody.

Got a good clean up, and returned to the computer to press-on with the starting and updating of this blog. Off to do the ablutions.

Stand-up-Ablutionalisationing Whoopsies Progress Report.

  • Wee-wee: of the CLD (Cloudy-Long-Dribbling [but not painful]) mode taken.
  • The teeth cleaning: It went very well, I took it nice and steady, almost gently! Only one dropsy, the brush. No bleeding! Oh, no, the mouth wash bottle went as well, just the once.
  • Shaving: Dropped the shaving foam twice.
  • Shaving: Dropped the razors (5). As far as I can tell, only one tiny-weeny cut!
  • Body washing: Soap dropsies, Eight of them!
  • Body Washing: Flannel dropped three times!
  • Body Washing: Knocked the soap dish off of the sink as I removed the plug to soak the flannels after washing. No damage or bother, it is an old yoghourt pot I use! (Common as muck, me!)
  • Towelling off: No knocking over, off or into anything! Yee-ha!
  • Medicationalisationing: Dropped the Viscotears® liquid gel spray, I now have no Viscotears® liquid gel spray left, it broke! Cleaned things up and continued medicating other areas.
  • Medicationalisationing: Olive oiled the ear-holes.
  • Medicationalisationing: As carefully as is possible, I applied the Germolene to the largest carbuncle. Cleverly (I thought), avoiding Harold’s Haemmorhoids
  • Medicationalisationing: Then the Germoloid cream applied
  • Medicationalisationing: 
  • Medicationalisationing: 
  • Medicationalisationing: 

I went on the balcony to take some shots of the morning as it brightened up somewhat.

More work on this diary, and the intercom lit-up and the Falls Team lady, Caroline arrived.

The nurse went through my details and was very sociable with it.

During the time Caroline was here, Sister Jane rang several times, thinking that we would have been finished the consultation, and in the end, told me to ring her back when I was free. Hehehe!

The very patient Caroline, ended up arranging for a walking frame (Never thought this would happen to me!) that is narrower than usual to try out in the flat. And hopefully, get me back on a physio-course. I definitely felt so much better after the visit. Thanks, Caroline.

I then set about getting a wash to freshen me up and dressed to go out, and then rang Jane back. My xyrophobia, trypanophobia,  Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia, and belonephobia, suffering, over amour propred, sickenly good-looking Brother-in-law Pete, was at the City Hospital hospital today, for more flipping chemoradiotherapy treatment. I’ll ring him in the morning to see how it went.

I set out to the bus stop, on my escape from isolation, with the aim of getting some disinfectant from Poundland, and black washing liquid was the Bargain shop.

The mood in town was one of depression, that’s the only word to use. I have never seen Nottinghamians so dispirited in my life!

It brought me down with them. The gloom was almost overbearing.

I got off of the bus, called in Poundland, and came out after spending just £12.50, and limped to Milton Street, going in the Bargain Shop. I only spent £5.77 in there, so many things not available, but I did get the black washing liquid, still on a bargain price with a few other items, that were not essential.

A photographing hobble around down the depressing Clinton Street, right along Long Row, and up Queen Street to the bus stop home.

I caught a 40 bus, having to sit on the side-saddle seat, to have room for the trolley. A lady with a disabled scooter got on, and I was moved to an ordinary seat. But with no room for the three-wheeler walker guide! I had to grab onto it and move it each time someone got on or off the bus. Hard work. Hahaha! I was shattered by the time I got back to the flats. Hey-ho!

I got off of the bus without any bother. Alright! I caught my right knee on the trolley as it did its own thing lowering it to the pavement. It set Arthur Itis off for the rest of the day. Humph! Not that it mattered much, I was not going anywhere or doing anything productive much in the state I was in, Shackumed!

I say do nothing, I did make a large meal, and ate nearly all of it. A tasty feast really! A deserving flavour rating of 8/10.

I took the evening medications while dining. Put the plate and things in the sink to soak overnight, and washed/medicated certain bodily areas in need of doing.

I think this was the quickest I dropped off onto the land of Nod, for months!


In the morning, I made up a hopefully witty photo-ode of my trip out to Nottingham, before updating this blog. This is the link to it if you’ve not read it yet, I fank you!

A depressingly poor tale in ode of my escape from Isolation!

2 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Monday 7th September 2020:

  1. We are all experiencing this whole new normal all over this planet, I correspond with bloggers as far away as New Zealand and find that the impact on all and each of us is so very similar. Hey, we are all basically the same people everywhere but getting buffeted about in the same ways I think. Lisa and I are grateful for not being in large crowds, a large crowd being something like six people now. Your photos look familiar to all of us methinks. It’s a gentle privilege to know the recurring characters, including all the namesakes you create that reflect our common frailties.
    Many good wishes to you, kind Sir!

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    • Cheers, Cocker. Up late waiting for the Morrison order, of course now I WANT TO STAY AWAKE, I’m struggling not to nod off! Bet you get that sometimes, Billumski? Hehe!
      Leicester, Willum, has reintroduced some Convid restrictions, oh dearie me!

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