Inchcock – Wednesday 7th October 2020: The ailments won the day, Tsk!

TFZers in their Woodland retreat!

Wednesday 7th October 2020

Igbo: Wenezdee 7th Ọktoba 2020


02:40hrs: It’s almost like clockwork recently, the waking in need of a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne immediately on stirring back into imitation ersatz life!

I sort of found myself clambering out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, dusty, rusty, fluctuant, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, decaying, tatterdemalion, heavy yet tottery, rickety recliner, and on my way to the wet-room with Metal-Micky (the four-pronged walking stick), without realising I was doing it. Haha!

The movement was almost identical to the last few visits. I little nudge out, and a long, long wait for things to start again. I got the crossword book and had a go at it. The ‘second-wave’ came sooner than expected, it was the usual massive torpedo-like single dollop, but was much messier! It took ages to clean things up, and flushes were needed to get the ‘product’ down. The pain was not so bad, though!

All the while I was sat, I sensed the feeling that there were maggots or worms underneath the ankle ulcer area, and it then started to sting a smidge? 

When I applied some Germolene to the area, the cream seemed to melt and disappear. Some tiny new blotches were appearing here and there on the right foot as well. I thought to be more worried about the cadaverously welmish, ghostly, pale-looking, bloodlessness, really. I’m assuming, that I am still alive, cause I just hit my elbow on the door frame, leaving the wet room. Ouch… Hehehe!) 

I wobbled my way to the kitchenette and did the Health Checks. I was taken aback a bit by the BP sphygmomanometer readings, by gum, yes! SYS at 178, DIA was 93! That’s not good methinks?

The stick thermometer read a decent 34.9°c. I got the kettle on and took the medications from the medical draw no,3 (Hehe!) and made up a sachet of Macrogol, and added a Senna to the morning dosages, but I was not sure if I should take these or not, as the messiness of the Throne visit, had me in two minds?

Made a brew of Glengettie Gold, and put the potatoes in the crock-pot, too early to put them on yet. Decided to take the Senna and Macrogol anyway.

I’m hoping that Matron Julie will be calling me on the phone today, I’ll mention this when and if she does ring.

I was a bit more concerned than usual, so did a search on Google, putting in; Sys178 Dia 83, and these graphs came up. Apparently, it’s 2nd-stage Hypertension. Mmm? I delved into the site. Got these snippets:

What is Hypertension Stage 2 Blood Pressure: Hypertension stage 2 is a chronic condition that is diagnosed upon readings that put a person’s systolic pressure at more than 160, with a diastolic pressure of higher than 100. Unlike earlier forms of hypertension, this cannot be treated solely with a change in diet, though that will help. Those suffering from this condition will often be required to take several different medications to keep this condition under control through the lowering of blood pressure. One important thing to keep in mind is that there can be absolutely zero symptoms for Hypertension Stage 2, which is why it’s essential to get your blood pressure checked on a regular basis.

Risks of Hypertension Stage 2 Blood Pressure: There is a myriad of risks associated with the onset of Hypertension Stage 2. For one, hypertension is a huge risk factor for peripheral arterial disease, chronic kidney disease, aneurysms within the arteries, strokes and basic heart disease. Those with this condition will also find that it can even lower life expectancy. There are also two different diseases that a person with Hypertension Stage 2 is at risk of developing if left untreated, including coronary artery disease and what is known as hypertensive heart disease.

Well, that cheered me up no end!

I got the updating done, twixt Nicodemuses’ Neurotransmitter’s failings, Duodenal Donald stagging away, and many wee-wee’s. Got it posted to WordPress, Emailed the link and Pinterested some pictures… and it was back hastily to the Porcelain Throne. It was a similar version as the first, same size and messiness, quicker, and far less painful. I allowed myself a little ‘Smug-Mode moment’! Cleaned up, changed the PPs, and made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea.

Back to the computering, finished the Facebooking update, answered comments and got on with creating the templates. Two-and-a-half later, I’d got two of them done. And concentrated on creating this post.

I stopped to have some brekkers. A pot noodle, a raspberry ripple mousse and a mug of Glengettie tea.

The ablutions next, slightly later than usual. Nicodemus and Donald had delayed me muchly with their interference on my computerisationings. Tsk!

  The right foot seems to have transmogrified again. Where the original ulcer was, has calmed down, well, in appearance, but the tingling under the skin remains. I’ve developed some odd shapes on top of the foot, and it’s getting a little blown again? Hey-ho!

The clean and srub-up were one of the best I’ve had for months! Naturally, there were more dropsies than ever, but that’s to be expected when Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters play up. Toothache Terence was not bad at all, shaving, as I mentioned tons of dropsies, but only one tiny nick! Not knocking anything over, and on leaving, I manipulated my way through the doorway, without any clunks or bangs at all! Smug-Mode, now upgraded to Super-Smug-Mode. (With a possibility, of my bursting into song at any time!)

I decided to go on CorelDraw to try my best to get some graphics made, but there was one Crap-Worthy thing that stopped my progressing… HieghtShorks!

Suddenly I’m just not well, no idea what’s causing the vagueness, completely worn-out feeling. Now, Duodenal Donald and SSS are having a go at me? Waiting for the Amazon and delivery, if it arrives in time, I’m going to get my head down! Huh! Reflux Roger has joined in, too!

I weakened when I saw the Drivers mini-silverskin onions, in balsamic vinegar & honey! By golly, they look and sound good! I’m out of bread with Iceland and Morrisons not having any, but this is a good thing methinks, with the dieting failures. Hahaha!

I must remember when I get the chance, to ring Jenny yo see if she would like some of these onions, I’ve a spare jar and lid washed ready, so I can put them in for her to try.

I’m not up to much, and I’m nervous of falling to sleep while waiting for the onions.

I’m not up to any meal making, but I had some cheese biscuits and a pot of lemon yoghourt.

The Amazon chappie cameth, and I got the jar stashed away.

And got me head down for a rest.

Zzzz!

By Inchie

73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!

4 comments

  1. Timothy Price – I specialize in daily art, documentary and promotional photography. If you have a special event such as a musical production, play, concert, etc. or have a product or fashion that you need photographed, or you are a performer, musician and artist in need of promotional photos please email me or call.
    Timothy Price says:

    That leg ulcer doesn’t look good. BP very high. Maybe it’s a delayed rise from all that worrying about Jane? Pot noodles and raspberry mouse would make a good country song title. Good looking mini-onions.

    1. Inchie – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock says:

      Morning, Sir,
      BP down a bit today (Fri) You may well be right about the BP.
      Hahaha! Bet that title would get folk curious.

  2. Bill Ziegler – Cincinnati Metropolitan Area – I am a former resident of Delhi Township. These are memories of my life and times in that community during the 1950s and 1960s. A time capsule.
    Bill Ziegler says:

    “The Amazon chappie cameth, and I got the jar stashed away…Drivers mini-silverskin onions, in balsamic vinegar & honey”

    Couldn’t help but notice that (drum roll) the driver delivered the Drivers (end drum roll). Had to delve deeply for that devilishly cunning coincidence I did.

    https://static.seattletimes.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/09052018_amazon_tzr_161845-780×501.jpg

    1. Inchie – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock says:

      Hehehe!

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