Inchcockski – Wednesday 18th November 2020: I hope that ulteriorly, things will improve for us all

Some TFZer lads getting the new cabin finished off Hehehe!

Wednesday 18th November 2020

Italiano: Mercoledì 18 November 2020

01:25hrs: As I stirred into ersatz life, my first thought and first word were the same! “Uh-oh, yikes, argh, and move it, youth!” Yes, the need to use the Porcelain Throne, front and back, were both urgent and nervous-making!

However, by the time I’d had the altercation of getting out of the recliner, catching my balance, and grabbed Metal-Mickey – I was in the wet room pulling down the PPs, within two minutes! And felt an iota of pride and self-satisfaction in how I coped with it! ‘Smug-Mode-Grade B-adopted!’

And, it got betterer! The session was one of the easiest and least painful I’ve taken in months! ‘Smug-Mode-Moved-up-to-Grade B+!’ Amazing, no bleeding whatsoever, not messy either! But it was massive, and the cistern needed some help via my hand-refilling the tank a few times to rid the evacuated product from the bowl.

The knuckle I’d burnt on the oven grill last night getting the Morrison-substituted for Sweet-Potato fritters, crap, horrible-tasting McCains Salt and Pepper chips; (I just thought I’d mention them again – it still wrangles me!) was looking lighter and getting better already.

I got the Health Checks done next. I used the Boots sphygmomanometer again, it gave a 168 reading for the SYS. But after reading up on the optimum yesterday on Mr Google, it is barely a couple of points over what I should expect, so nae bother.

Then, I took the temperature with the new thermometer.

It was 35.7°c, that is another good one, it seems to be more consistent lately.

As I was putting the zip-up jumper-jacket thing on, I noticed some more of the papules were coming up on the stomach, side, back. Not unexpected really, let’s face it, there is such a mass of bloated flesh around the midriff for these and the spots, blotched, furuncles etc. to pick from. Hehehe!

No teaing it this morning, I got on the computer, to get the updating of Tuesday’s blog done. But a change of heart occurred, and I made a brew of Glengettie, and as I was going to take the morning medications;

I realised that with nodding-off so easily last evening, I’d not taken the night’s tablets. Tsk! Yet, I’d taken the weak Peptac doses, applied the Phorpain gel, and applied the Haemorrhoid ointment. I was a little confused, had I been nocturnally wandering again? Hey-ho! I took the PM ones, and hope to remember to take the morning ones, later on, I’ll give it a few hours, mind.

I got the photos from the SD cards uploaded, and resized them and onto the file for WordPress. I stopped part-way into the updating, (04:00hrs) for another brew, Thompsons Punjana this time. Making damned sure I didn’t forget to take the Dioctyl® capsule, as they seem to be working a treat at countering Constipation Konrad.

I went out on the balcony, to have a nosey around at what was not happening outside, and took this photograph, in Auto mode, it came out alright.

Then a picture of down below on Chestnut Walk, I thought that Ohio’s RCMS Red Car Monitoring Services, Head Honcho, Managing Director, and jolly good egg, Billumski could use it on his mega-computer, to give him some idea of the British angle?

I got the meatballs in BBQ can, which luckily for me, had a ring-pull opener, and got it in the saucepan. Added the potatoes from yesterday, a small can of baked beans, and tried a spoonful—a little bland. So, I then pondered over which flavourings to add to it. I eventually added balsamic vinegar (not a lot), Some dark Soy sauce, mild chilli-powder, vegetable stock, and Squid sauce-vinegar. I didn’t start heating it, of course, far too early. I stirred it all up well and tried some. Yep, that’ll do for me. It’s on my limit for chilli, but it should be alright. Quite looking forward to it now.

Back on the computer and finished the blog. Sent it to WordPress. Emailed the link. Did some comment reading and replying to. Then Pinterested a few shots. Then went on Facebooking.

As it opened, I got a message come up on the screen. I think they have misunderstood somethings.

It told me that they have rejected and removed some photographs I’d added to the Medicationalistical Album gallery?

It is not within keeping of the rules it seems. They then more or less said; If I am struggling and suicidal… and gave me a Facebook link, to where I can get help?

Well, I never!

Ah, well, I’ll get the ablutionalisationing done now… no, my indeterminacy and dithering got the better of me again. I decided to get the washing to soak in the sink, making it easier for me when I get the rinsing done after the ablutioning. I thought this seemed a good idea. But I used the new dark clothes liquid cleaner the, and one capful was enough, more than enough! The bowl got, so soapsud clogged, I decided to press on get it sorted now. Also, the right arm was responding to Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters a little more at the time, so I got them done, rinsed several times (hehe!) wrung, and hung, above the sink to start draining. Did alright, no major dropsies either. Yee-Haa!

The ablutions, well, what can I say? A big thank you to Nicodemus for not playing up much for once, Cheers Nick! The reason for the many nicks when shaving was my own fault, I was using fresh Bic disposable razors and had put new blades in the big razors. Sounds complicated? It is!

What I do, is use the Bics first, then go over again with the standard double-bladed razors, which usually give a better, closer finish. But, mugwumps here, had forgotten that he has missed a shave, and was using new blades and razors, and went at it with his usual gusto, like what yer do (Haha!) All tiny little nicks, those that will be caught again and again over the next several shaves. Thus, the blood bled! But not much. Now when I shave again in the morning, it will be a proper bloody affair I fear. Serves me, right!

The showering went fine, really great really. Other than Neuropathy Pete, launching into one of his involuntary, but short, right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances; but it caused little bother, other than a reasonably painful clouting of the ankle on the shower chair, no sweat!

Dried off, did the medicating and got the slippers back on. I did notice that the left foot this time, was showing signs of a vein bubble or ulcer coming up, maybe. Spider veins have never bothered the left foot before. Mmm?

 

I see the ‘Care’ haemorrhoid ointment is running low, I do have some Germoloid cream, which I find much more of a relaxant. But it costs £6 for a tiny tube, Humph! Then I knocked the tube off of the cabinet, and it took several other medications with it to the floor! Hey-Ho! For once, I got down and back up with ease almost.

I remembered to take the medications out of sync. See? I can get some things right, you know… Not often, I admit. Hahaha!

I went back to the bathroom, to spray some gunk remover on the mouldy spots and left it to soak in.

Then I got on with blogging again, for several more hours.

Closed down Computer Cameron, got the meal cooking, with some chips that went on the tray in the dish as well. Hehehe!

A flavour-rating of 6.5/10. The gravy being tasteless despite my added seasonings? So, the next can of meatballs I try, I’ll put a little extra chilli in it, then it might taste better. (I never thought I’d write about me using chilli, never mind talk about using extra in a meal, Hehehe!) The chips were nibbled at, but they were not very good.

I went to get the pots washed, as the rain returned outside, I took a snap of the weather. But without opening the new light & view-blocking kitchen window. I didn’t fancy get soaked. Hehe!

I got down to take the evening medications, but fell asleep before I got around to it – Zzzz!

6 thoughts on “Inchcockski – Wednesday 18th November 2020: I hope that ulteriorly, things will improve for us all

  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

    I’m telling ya, you need to just give up on shaving and make like a wolfman. Besides selfies you put on your blog, there’s know one to see your hairiness. Well, except you vampire, but vampires love wolfmen, so you will tug on her heartstrings if you look like a wolf. Nice night photos. The meal looks better than you rated it.

    • Inchcock – 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

      Ah, then I’d have to change all my ID cards, bus pass, NHS, DVT-Warfarin alert, Pension Support, etc. Haha!
      I did try once to grow one, Tim, many years ago, but the itching drove me mad… at least I’m now mad anyway. Har-har!
      You’ve got something there, Sir, if I was younger, fitter, richer, and healthier, I’m make amove there… oh, no, she’s married. Tsk!
      That meal follled me too!

  2. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
    Doug Thomas

    An interesting rejection! I guess they are afraid of getting old. “Hey, punk! You can escape it now with a bullet through the head…or…get used to it. Things fall apart. It’s called nature’s answer to too many bodies!”

    • Inchcock – 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

      One has a point, Doug.
      Byu the by, Andy doing his feline posing on your post… Brilliant!

  3. I should think that a megacorporation such as Facebook could spend a few quid on policing themselves and improving their public relations, that form letter looks like it was written by a fourth-grade student — or by the President of the United States, perhaps. Civility has become a lost art.

    • Inchcock – 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

      Well said, and well worded, Tim.
      Cheers, Sir.
      I don’t hear much now about your last election, is it all done and dusted yet?

      TTFNski

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