Inchcockum – Monday 12th October 2020: A hectic day, ending in a widdendream!

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Monday 12th October 2020

Swahili: Jumatatu 13 Oktoba 2020

01:30hrs: I woke to find myself wriggling about, and in need of both a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne. Getting there in time was going to be a challenge! I extracted my oleaginous, ponderosity, of an over-flabby-stomached body, wrenched it from the c1968 recliner, and with a high degree of gaucheness, stumbled and blustered my way, knocking my right shoulder on the door frame en route to the WC room.

No hesitating this morning, I plonked the body-mass down on the Throne… the tinkling wee-wee burst forth and was one of the longest I’ve had in years. The wee-wee, with both PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribble), AMD (After-Micturition-Dribble), was eventually finished.

But no movement from the rear-end, I’m afraid. Which was a great disappointment, I thought things were steadily improving in this department with the Dioctyl stool-softeners I’ve been taking since Friday, but no! Back to Constipation Konrad’s control again. Rock-Hard, and back to the agonalistcalisationing also! Argh! And waiting for the movement to start, well at least it let me have time to have a go at the crosswords.

I had a think-back, ‘Did I take last night’s capsules?’ I wasn’t 100% sure but thought I had. I’m dithering again! An incompetent memory can be an annoying bind at times! Pickleglobknobs!

Washed and disinfected, and got to the kitchenette. And decided before any kettle putting on, Health Checks or medicationalisationing, I’d have another go at taking a decent picture, of the morning view. Si, I did. Not too bad, I suppose.

The Boot’s BP sphygmomanometer results showed that the SYS had shot back up again. Humph! I can’t understand this; maybe the different medications are affecting these figures? Hey-Ho! At least the DIA and Pulse levels were okay.

I got the stick thermometer, remembering it played up yesterday morning, I took care as I monitored the level underneath the armpit this time. The outcome was a reading of either 33.1° or 33.7°c. Too low by far, but it’s been lower this last week.

I tried a blind shot, down from the kitchen window onto Chestnut Walk, not too bad.

I took the medications, and got on the computer, and did a Thought Graphic and PAge top one first, then made up the template. As I was doing this…

Mr Fries pathetic, useless, ever-increasing the prices Liberty-Global internet, went down several times throughout the day, but only for short periods, varying twixt a few seconds and two minutes or so. Bramflacklemshittums! to the philargyristic, sod-the-service-indoctrinated Liberty-Global! Grrr!

I came across a chart and details of the World-Wide ‘Hum’ sufferers. Got this graph, just for a little extra interest, I don’t like to bore my readers, you, either of them. Hehehe! Did you notice that Nottingham has got more than anywhere else? Humph!

I got started on updating the diary for Sunday, not a lot left to do, so it didn’t take very long this time. Mostly, thanks to Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters, Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna, Saccades Sandra, and even SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), all being so kind to me. Temporary-Smug-Mode Engaged!

I sent off the blog, emailed the link and did some Facebooking catch-up.

Then made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, and took the next Dioctyl capsule, then I made up a sachet of Macrogol with spring water, and gulped it down. I  don’t want to risk another rock-hard session on the Throne. I can feel that Harold’s Haemorrhoids are still bleeding as I’m typing this, thank heavens I invested in the PPs! I then replied to some comments and went on the WordPress reader. Off to the wetroom, to clean and medicate things in need, and change into some new PPs.

I’m so glad I ordered the Hubbard’s Chilli-Con-Carne, now I’ve tried it, albeit a little contaminated with the garden peas and potatoes. Fantastic taste, not too strong for me, I’d hoped it would help in passing on the Throne, but it didn’t do any good today. Then again, as I mentioned the meal was weakened by my adding the peas, so next time, I’ll have it neat, so’s to speak. Fish and Surami sticks, potatoes, tomatoes and a pickled egg for tonight for me… well, that’s the plan.

I’m concerned about fetching the Antibiotics from the chemist with how I’m feeling, the dizzies and a touch of a cold methinks, but it has to be done, I suppose. Time to get the ablutions done now, so off to the wet room (Well it makes sense, that’s where the shower is, Hahaha!)

Well, well, well, and my, oh my, oh my; that was without question, one of the best ablution session ever! (Since coming home from the stroke unit!) A toothache-free cleaning the teggies! Wait for this one… No cuts or nicks shaving! Not one! (Head sways cockily, and Smug-Mode-Grade-One-adopted!) Fair enough, the regular dropsies were a few more than usual, though, that’s due to Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters.

The showering produced only one clout against the grab bar. The drying off, nothing was scattered or knocked off of anything! The other pleasant surprise, was the ankle ulcer looked like it was easing off a tad! This is all foreign to me, good luck. It worries me!

Here are a few photographs of the Escape to the Pharmacist, I’m going to make a stand-alone photographicalisational post about it, if I can get it done tonight, I’ll post it early. 

When I collected the MacroBid® 100mg from the chemists, I called in the Lidl store to get some bread thins, to go in the freezer, so I don’t run out as easily this month; when Sainsbury’s and Iceland fail to deliver any. Naturally, I bought no-end of stuff. Shower gels (2), bin liners (2), Seafood sticks, Disposable razors, Mini Weiners, San Marzano tomatoes, and Brown and white bread thins (3). I also got a Sourdough Boule, that was for Jenny, by way of a thank you for her caring.

I paid and departed to the bus stop, and promptly got on the wrong bus! Got off, and caught the right bus. Then realised it was not the wrong bus and would have taken me to Sherwood as well, anyway.

I descended in Sherwood, just in time to miss the 40 bus back up to the flats! Gringleglops! So had a long wait in the bus shelter to contend with.

Arriving back at the flats, I nearly fell off of the bus, it was a close call, but no harm done apart from embarrassment of course. Well, I hit my elbow, Tsk! Hobbled along to Woodthorpe Court, and took this picture of the block front, had a dizzy turn with looking upwards. There’s no winning is there!  

On the walk come wobble to the chemist earlier, you’ll see in the ‘Inchcock’s Escape No6, to the Pharmacy’ blog, I had to go on the roadway to get by vehicles, with the trolley, several times. And was not pleased to see this van parked on the pavement, leaving me with the thick wet grass, or the road to use to get by to the foyer. The lads apologised for the blockage, and that was alright, but parking is as you read, a problem at Winwood Heights for everyone. The team had a lot of furniture to load up, and the men had no choice of where to park up.

I got inside, and called at Jenny’s, to drop off the sourdough boule. Jenny appeared as I was closing the flat lobby door, but I couldn’t hear what the gal said, so told her I’d seen them taking the loaf out of the oven, and knowing she loved sourdough, couldn’t resist getting it for her. I’m not sure if she heard me or not. Old age, eh? Hahaha!

Getting the elevator up, took me a while. When I got in the flat, I was greeted by some almost musical loud ♫Clunks, thuds, and much tap-tapping♫ for a while from dead-above. Fancy that!

I got the purchases stored away, and then it dawned on me… I’ve got an Iceland order coming in the morning! Just what’s the matter with my terrible memory lately, confuses me. Probably a side-effect of ageing, or I’m going bonkers?

This thought carried over, to when I got the new capsules out, and I had a read of the instructions. Well, that should be easy enough to remember. They are Nitrofurantoin (the active substance in MacroBID) is an antibiotic. It is used to prevent and treat infections of the bladder, kidney and other parts of the urinary tract.

With the docusate sodium (Stool-Softener), is four a day on the prescription form. These are to be taken with ‘lots’ of water. The Macrobid is to be taken only with, or immediately after eating food. All very confusionalistic to me. (Then again, this comes easily to me nowadays!) Humph!

I took a docusate sodium capsule and got the dosages made up for tonight all, ready, in case I should fall asleep. With having some medications in the pill-pods and some loose, and the medicine (Peptac, so nowt to worry about there, cause it’s so weak and ineffective!) It’s to be expected that Duodenal Donald is always feasting on giving me pain, with this nugatory, Peptac being the only thing to counter him! Mind you, come to think of it, I reckon one of the other tablets is supposed to work on him, erm… Ramipril? No, that’s for the blood pressure. (I’m looking these up as I go along, Tsk!) Codeine Phosphate, no, just a pain killer. Bisoprolol that might be it… Oh, no, that’s a beta-blocker. Atorvastatin, nope that’s used to lower cholesterol. It’s got to be this one then, Lansoprazole: Ah; This is it, it’s for Reflux Roger and Gastroesophageal-reflux-disease (GORD). Lansoprazole is also taken to prevent and treat stomach ulcers. It makes me feel and sound so smart when I use Google, Hahaha!

And, I have to remember the Phorpain gel (Arthur Itis, and Colin Cramps) three-times a day, the Corticosteroid for the ankle ulcer and Clotrimazole, for Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. And the ever-changing dosages of Warfarin, it’s no wonder I get confused. Oh, and the Emollient cream, all over after showering. And of course, the precious Germoloid cream and ointment for Harold’s Haemorrhoids. I can get Anusol cream from the doctor on prescription, but it is not very useful, compared to the Germoloid.

It gets even worse, when every month, the podded medications from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, who’s Pharmacist does the packaging leaving static electricity in them every time, and many tablets jump into other pods. Which is problematical, when in them are Codeine 60g and the Beta Blockers that are the same size, and I have no idea which is which. Or, as happened last Friday, you gently puncture the pod cover, and the tablets shoot out all over the place, many never to be seen again!

By gum, life is interesting when yer gerrin’ on a bit! It would help if the memory weren’t deteriorating so fast, and Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters weren’t dying off! Hey-ho! A little moan now and then does help, I think.

Where was I? Oh, yes! I got the SD card in and uploaded the photograph to CorelDraw, then resized them, and doctored the Macrobid one, with a couple of the capsules, I was quite pleased with that one. I got on with updating this blog.

The doorbells chimed out Dusty Springfield’s tune; ♫I only want to be with you!♫. It was Josie returning yesterday’s diner plate, tray and things. We had a chinwag and a bit of a laugh for once. I enjoyed that!

Then I turned my hand to creating the blog of the trip out, I intend to call it; ‘Inchcock’s Escape No6, to the Pharmacy’. Oh, I may have mentioned that a few times already, sorry. I’ll be back when it’s all done, TTFNski.

Got it done and posted off. Put some snaps on Pinterest, and emailed the link. Then went on Facebooking. I carried out a search for the latest Nottingham Coronavirus details; it was not good!

I came across this horrific item, below! Where did those Nottingham Police Officers come from? I’ve only seen one of them in town on my last six visits!

Is it any wonder, with so few police officers on the streets of Nottingham? And to think, I have passed this very spot, on all of my Escapes to Town, many times. With everyone being around the same time of this stabbing. I’ve even taken photographs of the exact entrance! I am less inclined to go to town anymore.

Extremely late now, hours past my usual head-down time, and I’ve got to prepare the meal yet, Tsk! But, for some reason, they were well in date, the Surami sticks had to be thrown away, they tasted so, off!  I ate the rest of the plate of fodder though; it was alright without the fish thingamabobs. Still got a 7/10 taste rating. The tomatoes and potato cakes were most enjoyable. I’m hoping the taste buds are not losing it, that’s a possible sign of Coronvirus I think.

Put the pots in soak, and I got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unstable, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, rickety, rachitic, recliner.

Then I had to suffer a Thought-Storm that lasted for yonks, made no sense to me, and wore me out mentally. Tsk! Nonesensical hogwash, gibberish, balderdash, drivel and bilge filled my head. I was havig my own verbal psychological pandemic.

I had to get up to have a wee-wee, and when I got doen again, could I remember anything specific from the tormenting hogwash of fears, thoughts and concerns that had been niggling away at me, minutes earlier? No!

12 thoughts on “Inchcockum – Monday 12th October 2020: A hectic day, ending in a widdendream!

  1. I see England is really humming. Taos has a hum, but I haven’t heard hums around our property besides the all the mowing the neighbors do. I think any earthly hum gets sucked in by the wormholes that suck in other things around the property. Nicely arranged dinner.

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    • The ‘Hum’, is giving some, well us a;; some grindingly loud droning at this moment, Timothy, and I’ve not got my hearing aids in? How anyone with decent hearing copes with it, beats me, Sir!
      Glad to hear you don’t hear it, long may it stay that way!
      Cheers, Mon Ami.

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  2. “…with a high degree of gaucheness, stumbled and blustered my way, knocking my right shoulder on the door frame en route to the WC room.”

    As a fellow left-handed bloke, the appellation “gauche” (French) is a point of honor. sinistrorso is the word in Italian or Spanish (the root of the English word sinister).
    That right shoulder has suffered many a knock on that door frame. ‘eck with that.
    Meshugena pavement parkers!!! At least pavement ‘cyclers move out of the way eventually — not complimenting them, mind.
    Gauche and sinister, eh?
    🙂 🙂

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    • Hahaha! It’s Duodenal Donald and Constipation Konrad the main perpetrators this morning, Billumski! A few curse-word for them will have to found. Hehe!
      The new Dioctyl antibacterial capsules… no that’s not right, hang on, I’ll look at the tub… ‘Nitrofurantoin, sold under the brand name Macrobid among others, is an antibiotic medication used to treat bladder infections, is not working, still on deydration level, after four days treatment?
      Did you notice that, mate? I got confused (me? Hah!) antibiotic, MacroBid isn’t, thats the stool-softener that isn’t working either.
      I made a mess of that statement, sorry.

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      • Indeed, a few curse words would appear to be in order, such as Arschloch des Jahrhunderts, Durchfallkenner, Verstopfungsesel…
        A stool softener that does not soften? Verstopfungsesel!
        Haha and 🙂

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      • Diarrhea connoisseuring is a fear I have of returning! Just thought I’d mentons that. Haha!
        Constipation donkey?
        Arschloch des Jahrhunderts – well many thing I am one of them!
        I think the Dioctyl, Docusate sodium, might just about be making some difference after yesterdays visit to the Throne, but I’m not going to get excited yet. Mr Google said: Talk to your doctor or pharmacist if you are still constipated after a week.
        Pass auf dich auf und bleib dran, Mon Ami!

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      • A balanced persona, where a soft brush and a thick plank: yielding a wide expanse for contemplation. Inchcock Today gives us that playing surface large enough to witness the entire spectrum.

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      • Jolly decent of you to say so, Billumski.
        I’ve only been out six times since the original lockdown – and have recieved emails and phonecalls over the last few days reminding not to use public transport. Also, of the danger of escaping, and instructed to stay-indoors! Fine I thought.
        Now I get two emails today, one telling me to go to the surgery for my CDH examinations, not to arrive too early, but certainly not late. Also, I may yet have to go to the hospital for my next and future INR Warfarin bloos tests (A bus and tram, both ways).
        Life is getting more and more complicated, yer know? (Grogglegonggles!)

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      • Spoken from the heart, kind Sir!
        Our respective (not respectable of course) governments are not exactly reputable scientists — Boris and Don do a pretty decent job of making everything they “accomplish” cocked up beyond all recognition (CUBAR). Our current Vice President heads the Federal office for all things Covid-related. ‘eck it and darn it!
        Hoping that your medical appointments go well.
        Graggliganggled

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      • FUBAR, surely, Billumski? Hehe!
        I agreeumski, the two respective sets of avaricious political gentlemen on both sides of the pond, are struggling to cope with much success. Tsk! Confidence is low, but out opposition party members have even less workable ideas to use. Ah, dearie me!

        Thanks, Willumski.

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