Inciter Inchcocks Sunday 14th February 2021, Diary

TFZers in the Woods – Nibbling?


Sunday 14th February 2021

03:00hrs: I was still awake with cramps, evil, more persistent than ever, and had been driving me crazy, for five hours now. Hands, fingers and both lower legs!

As I gently eased my Goliath-like stomached body up onto the legs, the pain and unsteadiness made me plop back down into the recliner. Which really pleased Harold Haemorrhoids, I can tell yer! I waited patiently and started doing gentle leg exercises. I was actually a little nervous at walking, but the wee-wee was needed. So I grabbed Metal Micky, and gently slow-hobbled to the wet room, the bucket was full?

I went about six-feet or so, and the agony in the knees was chronic! Of course, a young full-blooded, healthy, dynamic person like me didn’t wince, swear, cringe, cry or give out noises that sounded a bit like a dying mousse! Took the wee-wee, it made me wonder how the bucket ever got filled last night, cause even with the after-dribbles, the whole effort wouldn’t have filled a coffee cup! I got the camera, to have a look at the state of the legs: They looked like they did last night, after Colin Cramp’s first half-hour attack. The muscles at the bottom of the leg, were all soft and gooey to touch, and the tops of the portion, seemed to have got fatter? There’s an apparent reason for this… but I don’t what it is.

It was clear to me that both of the old ulcer scars had been active on the surface, although once again, why, defeats me? While we’re on about my Not-Knowings, a lovely new bruise at the top of the leg? I’m sure I’d have remembered if I’d fallen over or walked into something? I’m not so sure now I’ve just said that… Hahaha!

I don’t know why I bothered, but I applied some Phorpain Gel where I could reach. I must have used half a tube last night, took extra Codeine, and later on, a Zapain (which was donated by a kind mystery resident, thank you). Germoloided poor Harold Haemorrhoids, and took the morning medications.

For a moment, the throat was parched, and when I coughed, I brought up a tremendous amount of phlegm.

At the back of my mind, I feared the bug was going to come back again. I wasn’t apprehensive, I laughed at the thought, and verbally challenged the flu bug to try again! Ahem!

I began the Pre-Dump Health Checks. At least the Boots Sphygmomanometer, had SYS down to 142. Dia 78, and thankfully, the pulse down to 87bpm.

The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer temperature, down to 36.8°c. Things might be improving, eh?

I made up some bags of waste and added them to those already in the walker-guide box. Washed the pots, and off to the Porcelain Throne. Apart from some ferocious sounding, almost audible rumbles and grumbles in the wet room, along with some near-lethal microscopic escapages of wind, nothing happened? Things felt rock solid, methinks that this DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle) between Trotsky Terence and Constipation Konrad, was one-sided, favouring Konrad! I gave it a good few minutes, just in case, like. I’ve been fooled and caught out before! In fact, I’m ace at it!

As I washed my hands, I noticed that the two packets of PP’s I’d bought, both had ladies wearing them on the wrapping? A closure inspection found they were Unisex, but the Tena ones were XXL! I’ll try one of these when I get the ablutions done, dying to find out what they are like.

After all that hassle with Morrisons and Sainsbury’s who substituted the wrong size PPs – Now Amazon have sent the wrong size as well. Tsk!

I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana. Took the medications, and onto the computer to update yesterdays Inchcock Today. After an hour or so, the second summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, a little bubbling from within, told me one could be the real McCoy, off to the wet room.

I got settled down and got the crossword book handy, but it wasn’t needed. The rumbling inside felt like the old music played at the cinema, and things come to a crescendo – a few seconds later, the movement started, smooth as silk… a thunder of plop-plops, water hitting the rear-end, and it was all over! No pain at all! Well, I didn’t expect that! Nor, unfortunately, the copiousness of the flowing blood! Tsk! I’d just cleaned the bowl as well! As I looked down at the blood, it was all the same colour as poor old Herbert’s Haemorrhoids usually pass. That would be, I assume, blamed on my plopping back down on recliner as I first tried to get up. So, I wasn’t too concerned, I’ll get the ablutions done shortly and clean and Germoloid the little things.

I got the Post-Dump Healthier Checks done. The Sphygmomanometer had the SYS up to 163, DIA at 75, and the Pulse was 83bpm. This is not bad at all compared to what the last weeks readings have been.

The Chinese (Hong Kong) Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, made me nervous though.

Mind you, it not in the red proper, more like an orange or amber.

The temperature was back in the red again, at 37.7°c – 99.86°f. It’s been higher on three of the ‘Flu-Affected’ days this week.

I’ve looked at the HC log, the SYS is more worrying now…

 If I’m not fretting, fearing or frightened of something, I’m just not happy! Hehehe!

Off to get the Ablutions sorted out. And what an unanticipatedly pleasant way to start this session! The look got an inspection while I was doing my teeth, I had to fetch the camera and see how they changed early morning? Fair enough the old ankle scars still look like they are about to get ready to erupt again, but they are not fooling me, they often do this, haven’t burst for well over a year now.

The shaving produced just two nicks. And Teeth and shaving combined, only five dropsies! On the other hand, the shower had I got a video of it, would have gone viral – at least ten dropsies! Two clouts on the grab bar, and decent headbutting of the power box! Followed up with a toe-stubbing against the shower chair. Ah, well! The medicationalisationing went fine! Too well, it was worrying!

I remembered to put one of the XXL PP’s on to see how they fitted. Just look at the size of them.

*At least if I get caught out in a snowstorm, I can use them for a tent! Hehehe!

*If I sneeze, I might jump out of them?

*They are comfortable enough, though, just a little tight under the armpits.

Har-Har! I’m back on form with the witticisms. I must be getting better.

Unlucky in shop substitutes, lucky in love. No, that’s not right…

Time to get my chef’s hat on, and prepare Josie’s cheesy potato nosh. A reet treat this week. The cheesy mash was p[probably the best I’ve ever made, mind you, it cost a bomb, it the butter, Leicester Cheese, strained Tuna Chunks, Surimi sticks, tomatoes roast crispy onions, pickled egg, demerara-sugared garden peas, Baby bell coins, Pink Gin and Tonic, cream strawberry, or is it a raspberry trifle. Ah, I’ve just put the photo on the blog – can you see a face in the potatoes, of a fish? I’ll make it a little larger.

Delivered it, I don’t want to spoil Josie and overdo it, she might expect a feast each Sunday, then. Hahaha! She seemed to like the look of it.

I made a start on removing the waste to the chute room. Through the lonely, abandoned, eerie 12th floor. Haha!

The top middle picture shows some light coming at the end of the lobby, through from the window that views the back of Woodthorpe Grange Park.

The windows cannot be got at to clean either, but the site of the frozen snow on one part of the field, and hardly anywhere else. A closer look, the area had been fenced off.

I didn’t go back to the flat, I went and got a lift down to Jenny’s apartment. Dropped of some nibbles for the three of them. That’s Jenny, Nora and Frank. I really do miss having a natter, chinwag, moan, gossip, call it what you will. Ahh!

Dropped the bag outside the folk’s door, and back to get a lift up to my floor. The notice was on the lift floor.

Had a bit of a wait to get an elevator back up, and tried to take a photo with my reflection against the lift doors.

I got back up to the flat in no time, and en route, the shivers came over me, and some phlegm came up. I do pray that the flu isn’t trying to come back. Or, whatever it was. Please!

Got the trolley in the corner in the hallway, and guess what? I found waste and recycling bags I’d missed loading – so I loaded them. Tsk!

The Amazon treats arrived, I intend to hand these out as thanks for the help I get. Jenny, Doris and Frank, the nurses and the ILCs. The review I read on these lemon wafers, indication aa certain deliciousness!

I spent the next five hours doing this blog, then decided to stop, cause I was done-in suddenly. I’ll make some sarnies for my nosh and a few tomatoes methinks. Which I did, and it went down a treat! Flavour rating was a decent, nae, highly satisfactory 8/10.

When I settled and got me feet up, almost instantly, and Colin Cramps kicked off, legs the worst, but the hands and fingers were put through the mill a bit. Thank heavens, it didn’t go on all night for the third time. But I’d been drinking a lot of spring water throughout the day, this may have eased things, but I don’t know.

TTFN.

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4 thoughts on “Inciter Inchcocks Sunday 14th February 2021, Diary

  1. Your thighs look swollen, and your temperature has been up and down like a fever coaster. You seem to be in need of real upchuck and personal medical attention. You did a good job on Josie’s meal and your’s looked decent.

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    • I made a cock-up yesterday, Tim. I was thinking that the nurse would be calling, but found out later, it’s next Monday! So, no Warfarin blood test for four weeks now!
      Not well enough to have the vaccine. When I do get the blood check, I just know there are going to be problems, likely back on the Enoxaparin injections. The sore throat lingers on.
      The Porcelain Throne acvtivites have stopped altogether for two day now! The temp on the first check today, 37.4°c – 99.32°f, just done the second and it’s 38.5°c!
      No on one gets in touch anymore.
      I do feel isolated, and uncared for, sad innit. Hehe!

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