Inculpable Inchcock, Thursday 21st January 2021, Diary

Some TFZers going for a McDonalds?

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Thursday 21st January 2021

Russian: Четверг, 21 января 2021 г

At the ungodly hour of 23:40hrs, as I stirred reluctantly back into consciousness, I heard a cacophony of noise. The howling wind, the noise of machinery from the rooftop, and over them both, the ‘Hum’! Which, unfathomably got on my wick a lot more than usual?

The need for a wee-wee quickly followed my awakening. After yesterday’s calamitous wee-weeing, I took no chances, and I began to haul my enormous, sebaceous, blubbery, lardaceous, clinically obese, wobbly-bellied body out of the c1968 recliner, and up onto my feet. Catching my balance was easy enough today, and took the few paces towards the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket).

I found the metal pencil sharpener en route, as I stood on it! Argh! But no time for pain cursing or wailing, the wee-wee took precedence. T’was of a PSS (Persistent, Short, Sharp) mode, with little if any, PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling). A vast improvement compared to Wednesday’s wince-making wee-weeing! Much shorter, too.

I poddled through to the wet room to empty, clean, sanitise the bucket, wash my hands, disinfected the NWWB and returned the pale to near the computer, as I anticipate it may still be needed.

Took the morning medications, and got the Health checks done. Started with the BP, on the Boots branded Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. The SYS was acceptable at 159. The DIA at 70, and the PULSE a reasonable 80, all looked fine, to me.

Moved onto the temperature taking, with the Chinese-made, by Shenzhen-Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer. 36.8°c again, okay!

I go the Wednesday post updated, in record time – then again, there was little to add, Hehe! I posted it off to WordPress, then Emailed the link and Pinterested a few photos. Had a wee-wee, and went on Facebook catching-up.

Had a wee-wee. Emailed the link, and read the YourArea Email Magazine. It looked like a sleety, wet, windy and cold couple of days coming up on the weather page. Shame! Not that it matters with me imprisoned in the flat of course. Tsk!

The latest Coronavavirus figures were easier to read this morning. The new cases had dropped by-19.4%. That was a little bit of encouragement.

The pictures to the right were on a page about the upcoming Storm Christoph. These were taken yesterday before the main storm arrives!

I sorted the WP comments, then went on the WP reader section.  I made a mug of Glengettie tea, and I pondered about getting some breakfast. And the stomach stabbings started again. I tried to pass water, but nothing was available?

Washed the hands, then as I turned to get the milk out of the fridge, I lost balance and went down on one knee! I knew immediately I was in trouble, the wet warm sensation in the PPs, told me that something was leaking in the lower regions. It was Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, I’d pulled or squashed something in my struggle to get back up[right! Globerations! Off to the wet-room. Heck of a job, I stopped the bleeding alright, but the pain of applying the Corticosteroid cream was pretty severe.

I got back and made the brew. On the way back to the main junk room and the computer, I spotted some paperwork had dropped on the floor under the flat-airer. I got the long picker-upperer and retrieved it from the floor.

It was the DVT, Warfarin INR, test result sheets. It arrived yesterday, but I forgot about it, well you would do if it had dropped out of sight. Hehe! Great INR this time. Next test on 1st February. I was a little concerned about the dosages they had given me, not that it is up to me. But they seemed a bit high, 2½s and 3s? And a while until the next test. I hope it doesn’t get too high. Still, what the ‘eck!

I decided to get some nosh of some sort. I found a beef pastie in the fridge, I think it’s alright, it smells good. That and some tomatoes, mayhaps a packet of Frazzles with them, yes, that sounds okay. So I made it up, the innards are still stinging, and I’ve no idea why? The guts calmed down after I’d eaten?

Got the brekkers eaten. I took this photo with the camera balanced on my bulbous but wobbly belly while eating it! The breakfast, not the camera! Haha!

I poddled off to get the Ablutions done, putting a long-sleeved shirt, jammie-bottoms, socks and a bobble-hat in the sink to soak for washing later.

The ablutionalisationing went a lot better than yesterday. There was no bother cleaning the teggies. The shaving offered up only two tiny cuts, despite the occasional attempt by SSS (Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley) to get me to cut my or an ear off! Hahaha!

The showering was fine, until I stepped out to fetch a new bottle of lemon gel, and gave myself a toe-stubbing. Of course, it didn’t bother me or end up with me swearing and cursing. Oh, no!

I had to go delicately with the medicationalising of Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, and Harold’s Haemmorhoids. (Still stung a bit!) The skin was a smidge paler than usual, but the pins and plates looked pretty good!

I got the handwashing washed rinsed, rung and hung. It cost me more time cleaning up where I’d spilt the soapy water all over. SSS had increased the severity of her attacks while I was doing the washing – then as I hung up the last item – she went all peaceful, and stopped bothering me now I was no longer an easy target… I’m losing it again here? Talking to the ailments! Well, I used some silent naughty words as well!

You just can’t find a decent cheap psychiatrist nowadays! Hehe!

The sun kept coming out and going in behind the clouds, I fetched the camera, but only got one shot of the prettiness of changing sunshine.

A glutton for punishment, I made up some waste bags, got them in the cardboard box on the walker, and got ready to go to the Waste-chute room.

A chap working in the lift lobby had to move his stuff out of the way, for me to get out into the main lobby.

Then another worker had to move his stuff at the far end so I could get into the waste room. I felt a right nuisance. But the lads were okay about it.

I got inside, and as I was depositing the small bags into the chute, I dropped one, I bent forward and down, using the trolley as support… and cracked my head on the iron chute cover on the way back up!

A series of stars and flashes, but I stayed up on my feet, okay. A slightly dizzier than usual Imchcock made his way back to the flat, disturbing the workers again.

Not feeling up to much now. I tried working on this blog, but I decided it best to get the PM tablets took or are that taken? With an extra painkiller, and sit quietly for a while with a mug of tea.

I put a Heartbeat DVD in and watched some of it. I’d hoped to have a little nod-off, then get back to CorelDrawing… But no!

I drifted off into slumber, and woke up SIX hours later! Headache, almost gone!

8 thoughts on “Inculpable Inchcock, Thursday 21st January 2021, Diary

  1. Storm Christoph has kicked up some fuss to the West, hasn’t he? I’m guessing Christoph has brought a bit of weather to the Nottinghamers while traipsing eastward. Perhaps a storm might take out the source of the dreaded hum, but then again: wot if it’s originating from yer very Woodthorpe?
    Talking to ailments is proper form — particularly they each have a name.
    “Every ailment likes to hear its own name.” — Billum
    SIX hours of sleep: c’est magnifique. 🙂

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    • Worldwide, Sir, everywhere, and I be jealous of thise who escape it. Hehehe!
      No storms yet, Sir, just high winds? And the hum that is really getting to me.
      Aye, I was not too good after the clout on the head, I think that helped me get a woderous kip in, Billum.
      Googl;e Calendar just stopped working, or rather will not open, blankness blasts at me! Going to see if owt I can do. Tsk!

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      • I had forgotten about that iron chute cover that you hit on the rebound — the silver lining was the extra sleep it brought.
        Google Calendar on the fritz…open up yer stolid blitz!

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      • For kip hit your head on the iron lid rebound,
        For more sleep do it again and again,
        An idea, that did slightly confound,
        To do it on on purose again? The pain!
        This idea may not be so sound,
        Sleep I might gain,
        But bruises & bood will abound!
        My PP’s may find a stain.
        I may tumble to the ground,
        My logic… begins to wane!

        Keepeth Safe!

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