Inchcock – Thurs 17 Sept 2020: Got out and about, dizzies, confused, and the memory mouldered!

TFZer Angels? ♥

Thursday 17th September 2020

Icelandic: Fimmtudaginn 17 September 2020

A Straight Six-Hours Kip! Yee-ha!

04:10hrs: As I woke, the regular kerfuffle of scrambling out of the c1968 recliner, and getting as swiftly as I could to the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) in time, was activated. But the PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribble) beat me to it this time. The passing was of the precipitously, unexpectedly strong HPSAUOC (High-Pressure-Sprinkly-Unexpectedly-Orange-Colour) style! No after-dripping though!

PIP, (Proximal Interphalangeal Pain) in the right hand’s little finger joints, has never been more tender and painful, I hand to use the left hand to carry the bucket to the wet room for cleaning and disinfecting. Where I had to utilise the Porcelain Throne the instant that I’d cleaned the bucket. Just as well that I was so close to the Throne. The bowel-controlled movement was again, rapid, painful, and this time a little messy! a stomach ache began after the evacuation had finished. An oddly most happening, that was?

The new growth on top of the right foot was looking a little darker, I think it might have spread out a bit more overnight. I changed the PP’s and wrapped the used ones in the bag to go in the Sharps & Contaminated bin.

The stick thermometer indicated that once again, the body-temperature was above 35°c, I can’t tell what the last figure is, a three or a five, I assume. Either of them is a good enough result for me.

I was amazed to hear the damned annoying ‘Hum’ grow in volume as I was getting the medication things out of the drawers. The sphygmomanometer SYS reading was again far too high!

All the same, it was down from 176 yesterday to 175 today. Hahahaha!

I took a snap of the view towards Nottingham and I had to nip back to the wetroom, for a wee-wee. This time it was back to the old regular, CLD  (Cloudy-Long-Dribbling) style. It took a good while to finish, and a smidge of  Diabetes insipidus, after-dribbling.

I made a brew, and got on the computer, and spent a few hours doing the updating of yesterday’s diary. Weirdly, Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were working like they did before the stroke? Perfectly! They started off later on, of course!

Having got the job done, I posted the blog off, doing some sneezing as well, I lost the plot there, sorry. Made a template up, and went to get the Ablutions done. If the maintenance man calls early enough, I want to be ready to catch the bus to town and take some photographs.

The ablutions were rushed a little, apart from the showering. Which meant a few shaving cuts, and many dropsies.

: The worst thing was when I stubbed my toe against the shower chair.

Naturally, it didn’t bother me in the least. Ahem!

I got dressed and had an odd breakfast, of an apple and some potatoes leftovers from the fridge.

Did some more graphicationalisationing, well, one anyway.

Got ready to go out, on my Escape from Lockdown, to Nottingham City Centre.

When I got back, I made a post about the trip, told the tale with photographs galore of Nottingham. While it was fresh in my memory box. Posted it:

Link: Inchcock’s Escape from Lockdown! Picture Style

Down to the ground floor. Noticing the patchwork on the new lift-lobby, newly screeded floor. Hope it holds when they have the new flooring fitted, I don’t fancy falling through 12 storeys. Hahaha! Only joking of course.

I called in the ILC’s office on the way to the bus stop, but no one was in.

I popped around the corner to the not in use currently, thanks to Coronavavirus passageway from Winwood to Woodthorpe Court, and took this snap with the Canon. The new flooring for Woodthorpe Court just might look similar, according to the vote for which one fancies, of course.

As I left to get the bus, it was just pulling in, and I was a fair distance away yet. Luckily a lady getting off the bus, saw me struggling to get there in time, and she told the driver about. Now that cheered me up, Bless Her! ♥

Getting back home after the Great Escape, I hobbled back to the flats and had a chinwag with Ralph, or Mark, oh dear, the memory’s gone again.

As I mentioned earlier, when I got in I set to making up a template and creating a photo-filled and written past about the journey. Got it sent off, and then caught up with this blog. Then went on Facebooking, as I didn’t have time earlier in the day.

Tired and weary now, I’ll get some fodder made up, methinks.

This rather salubrious, alimentary delight, left me satisfied with my complicated cooking efforts, and positively overjoyed with the taste, giving it a rating of 9/10! Chef Gordon Ramsay could not have done any betterer! Smug-Mode, Class A, Grade-One, Adopted! Of course, had Gordon even considered to lower himself to my standards, the meal would have fitted in an egg cup. Hehehe!

Baby potatoes; have perhaps never had so much time taken in preparing them. I slow cooked them, adding the Squid fish sauce to the water, and put them in the crock-pot, on a low setting, for seven or eight hours, drained them, and put them in the oven with the M&S Potatoe Rosti’s. A pickled egg, from the jar I got from Sainsbury’s, which worked out as costing me… erm… £2.65 divided by 5, I’ll use the calculator for this. 53p! But it was well pickled and savoury.

The Jenny-Supplied yellow tomatoes were a delight to savour! The red ones were okay. The pickled small onions, from Sainsbury’s, are the best I’ve ever tried. The M&S Surami-sticks is the only thing on the plate that was not outstanding, much too sweet. If I croak out tonight, it will be with a well-satisfied stomach. Hehehe!

I bought the M&S Lemon and Mascarpone Cheesecake slice, I only got it cause was short-dated and reduced in price. I had to look up Mascarpone on Google. (Mascarpone is categorized as cream cheese, but it is different than what we know as “cream cheese” in America. Mascarpone is made similarly to American cream cheese, but it uses a base of whole cream rather than milk. Like cream cheese, it is a fresh cheese that is not aged before it is eaten). It looked good, and I squirted some spray cream on it before eating, but could not eat anywhere near all of it – pure sugar, sickly, far too sweet! Still, you can’t win them all. Tsk!

I waffled on a bit there, sorry about that.

I took the medications, and noticed as I stripped for kip – the right leg, (the Peripheral Neuropathy and Stroke affect right-side of the body), had gone pale and bright, compared to the left leg?

What next? Hahaha!

 

 

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