Inchcockski – Thursday 8th October 2020:

This TFZer can share me in her lens, anytime. Yee-Haa!

Thursday 8th October 2020

Croatian: Četvrtak, 8 Listopada 2020

22:10hrs Wednesday: I woke sneezing, and in the most significant panic. Maybe I had been dreaming, I don’t know, can’t remember, but, I was in right dithering, disoriented state of mind for a minute or two. Where was I? What time and day is it? Who am I? Have I kicked the bucket?  An unfathomable mini-brainstorm ensued. Ah, I need the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket).

Slowly things came together, and I remembered last night, feeling so out-of-it, and getting my head down to rest and relax, I didn’t have a meal as I recall, but once the initial mish-mash of thoughts cleared, I did a survey of my health, mental and physical.

As I did this, the annoying ‘Hum’ from all around, droned on, getting louder all the time. Anyroad up, Duodenal Donald was still giving me some stick. My anamnesis of today’s visit to the St Anns Health Clinic came to mind, and I worked out that I needed to be all washed and ready, samples gathered, paperwork in the trolley, and out to the bus stop, by 0810hrs, at the latest, I didn’t want to miss the bus and appointment. So, did not risk going back to sleep, but rose from the depths of the unusually comfortable £300, c1968, recliner, for the habitual wee-wee.

 Releasing the WTPP (Weak-Trickling-Pale-Painfree) wee-wee, I remembered that I needed to take the filled-in record of my bladder and bowels movements or lack of.

But could I find it? No! Well, not for ages. I searched through the writing bureau, computer desk drawers, under the massive pile of ‘waiting to be sorted’ letters and mail, all without any success. Then, I checked the three-wheeled trolley guide bag, nope, not there! Going into panic-mode was an option. But I resisted.

The kitchen next, all the drawers (22 of them!), cabinets, cupboards and shelves! Though, why I would have put the paperwork in there, is a mystery, but desperation was growing,, and I was scouring through everywhere! Even the wet room was checked! Finally, I was moderately sure it must be in the front room, so I returned there for a further rummage around. Finding the outer-sheets, with advice on what I was to do, but not the record logs? Ah! the relief, when I spotted the required paperwork, that had fallen down between the little desk and cabinet! Phew! I got then enveloped and put in the trolley basket straight away!

Then nipped into the wet room for another wee-wee, which obligingly was of the almost normal SFS (Steady-Flowing-Stream) variety. Which enabled me to fill the sample tube for the Health Centre scans later. Belated Smug-Mode-Adopted!  I started to sneeze again.

I wandered off to the kitchenette, to get the Health Checks, medications took, and get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie Gold. The SYS on the sphygmomanometer was pleasing, it gave 151, down from yesterday’s 178! The pulse was up, though, to 94. Tsk!

The stick thermometer temperature was well down, to 33.7°c. Ah, well!

I pressed on with updating yesterday’s Wednesday post. Achieving this within two hours. A curl of the lip, and Smug-Moded! Took the morning medications, no Senna or Macrogol took today. (I may regret that decision!)

I pinterested some snaps from the blog, replied to the comments, and went on Facebook catching-up. The WordPress Reader section next, there really are some great photograph sites posted today. Sent the Email link off.

Took a break, and made a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea, and made up the pot of Hoisin Noodles I bought from the bargain shop last week.

I shall not be buying any more of these noodles, I managed two mouthfuls but did not like them at all. Hey-Ho!

Then got on with updating the template, and started this blog writing.

Just about time left, to get a graphic done on CorelDraw, before getting the ablutions done.

Got carried away and left with a shorter time to get things done. Humph! The ablutions were a blur, I did them so fast! The legs and feet didn’t look too bad, apart from, of course, the pastiness!

Left things unsorted, and go the handwashing hastily done, rung and hung! In record time.

Got dressed and checked the paperwork, keys, mobile, bus pass etc. were going with me, and hobbled off to the bus stop, hoping I’d not forgotten anything. Camera in my pocket.

The Medicational Escape is a blog I’m going to make up as the first job in the morning about the escape and visit.

Here are a few of the photos taken on the way there and back home, all of the pictures can be found in the ‘Medical Escape’ post.

Link: Inchcocks 5th Great Escape

I caught the 40 bus back home, and I can’t believe how shattered I felt, drained, tired and weary! The feet and legs were painful, Duodenal Donald was still chipping away at me. This gerrin’ old is no fun! But not having to go to work is excellent! Hahaha!

I rang Jenny, we had a natter, which to me is invaluable. I can’t remember all we spoke and laughed about, but, it’s understandable the state I was in.

A Nottingham City Home directive had been hand-posted. A well-worded telling-off for whoever it is that’s putting wet-wipes down the toilet, and blocking it, causing a lot of cost in time and money putting right so often lately. Not Guilty at flat number72, I can tell you!

I had to try and stay awake, in case the prescriptions were delivered. I got the dinner sorted, and ate off my lap, in front of the TV, watching Law & Order with subtitles so I could hear if the door chimed went off. I must say, the nosh was one of the best for a while. The Birds Eye smoked haddock, and cheese-filled fishcakes tasted marvellous! The chips cooked just how I like them, too! Flavour Rating 9/10!

Unfortunately, being so worn-out, I fell asleep! It had to happen! I was woken up with a jolt, by the door chimes tunes, it made me jump, and the tray plate and cutlery was dropped onto the carpet and me, on the way down! Tsk!

I fought my way in a bit of a panic, cause I didn’t know if the chimes had been rung a long time, and did not want to miss the medications if it was them arriving.

It was the pretty lady from Carrington Pharmacy, Deepaks, daughter, I think, with the bags of prescriptions for me.  I thanked the gal muchly and gave her a bag of nibbles by way of my appreciation in them being delivered.

But I was not up to sorting out the medications at that moment, and I just took out those needed for tonight, left the others in the bag. They had delivered the new capsules for stool-softening, named on the tub as Docusate (Dioctyl), so I took one with plenty of water, as is recommended. I’ll take another on Friday morning with the medications, four a day the dosage, then I may soon be able to use the Porcelain Throne without going through the usual agony! Well, I can hope and dream!

Then I had to go and sort of the artistically made mess I’d made on the floor, foot-stool and recliner. Then, at last, I got stripped off, wrapped myself in the heavier quilt, and settled back into the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner… and within seconds I was in a deep, satisfying sleep… Heaven!

Sob, weep, cry! The landline burst into action and woke me up. I rolled my body-mass, (and there’s a lot of it, I’d say 50% stomach!) free off the recliner, and got to the phone in time. It was the Doctors surgery receptionist, to advice me, that Doctor Vindla had sent the prescription to the Chemist, and I have to pick it up tomorrow. Great, will there never be an end to the hassles, jobs and medicationalisticalisations! Skulkclogglebonks! 

Still, I don’t mind in the least bit. Who needs sleep, rest and peace of mind? Certainly not me!

8 thoughts on “Inchcockski – Thursday 8th October 2020:

  1. Folks are clogging the lines? The boxes do say “flushable wipes” so they need to be a change in the verbiagalizationing on the boxes. I never flush them myself. I know they would not do well for our septic system. We have our own well and septic system. No village utility services in the sticks. Great looking meal. Another outing it store to your favorite pharmacy?

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    • Aha, with my WC system, I have never put them down the toilet, either. I’ve just had a look at my Dettol Medical wipes, it says ‘Do not dispose of down the toilet – use waste bin.’ I wonder is we can get ‘flushable wipes as well over here in the Motherland? Haha!

      Getting to t he super-pharmacy is going to be difficult, I’m certainly not up to going out at the moment. Tsk!

      Your tale remined me of Grandma Wright, who lived at Theddlethorpe, miles from the next house and village, on the east coast. I used go out see her on my motorbike, what a woman, she just didn’t know how to complain or moan, just plodded on with her chewing baccy and only three teeth. No elecrticity or gas. Water pumps not taps (faucets). A mobile shop stopped by once a week enrout to Mablethorpe, grew her own vegetables and fruit, what a woman. Now you’ve reminded her of me, I shall try to stp moaning now. (But I don’t anticipate much success, Har-Har.
      Cheers, cheered me up a bit.
      Thanks, Tim.

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      • We do have electricty and gas, plus I have lots of gas I pass along for others to enjoy. I’ve heard the reason farts smell is so deaf people can enjoy them too.

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      • Yes, I heared that Tim… well, I smelt it. Hahaha!
        Are you a Lethalisational releaser of gas, Timothy?
        If so, can it and send it to the Tate Gallery, they may make you an offer, Sir?
        Just a thought! Hehe!

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  2. Flutternutter Day — 8 October 2020. And I nearly missed it, did I not? Truthfully, I hadn’t known that such a calendar highlight existed. Note to self: write this down on the 2021 refrigerator calendar ASAP 🙂

    *Public Service Announcement*: Wet wipes appear to catch fat that ends up in the sewer, contributing to Fatbergs.

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    • Wise words, Sir. I understand that the Public Dervice Announcement cae from the San Francisco Flutternutterisational Foundation founder, Frank Flugglestorm, who said the same thing, Billumski.
      Or, maybe not.
      Hahaha!

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  3. You are absolutely correct (or not), Sir. Frank Flugglestorm is, to be frank, Flutternutterisational as all-get-out. He has been known to storm the Fluggle (or not). Google is strangely silent on The San Francisco Flutternutterisational Foundation *and* on its floundering founder, Frank Flugglestorm
    Hahaha!

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