Inchcockski – Sunday 13th September 2020: Long, long day! But this phagomaniac made a decent meal for once!

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Sunday 13th September 2020

Spanish: Domingo 13 de Septiembre de 2020

13th September 1959: The first man-made Object (Luna 2) reaches the Moon!

About an hour after getting down to sleep, I woke to see the colourfulness and the brightness of the night coming through the thin, tatty, old, raggedy, multi-holed curtains. I could not resist fighting my way out of the recliner to take a photo of it. Lovely!

Around 00:50hrs, I woke again, in need of a wee-wee, and struggled to the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), and struggled to pass what was maybe 2 or 3 fluid-ounces, over the next five minutes or so! Yes, another RSHH (Reluctant, Sprinkling-Half-Hearted) wee-wee! Hobbled to wash my hands, and then I got back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, fluctuant, ramshackle, non-operational, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, tatterdemalion, heavy yet tottery and unbalanced, positively-dangerous to use, rickety recliner, I soon nodded off again, which was pleasant and a change.

02:10hrs: I stirred into mock-life again, wanting another wee-wee. This time, catching my balance as I grabbed the stick, was a little more difficult, I’ve no idea why, but I got the bucket in time. It was an RSHH mode again, but with far less pain. The  Post-Micturition After Dribble lasted much longer than the main event did. Drip-drip, dribble, wait, sprinkle, drip… Tsk!

I could sense that things in the wee-weeing department were going to continue in the little-and-often style, so I emptied and sanitised the OGPEB, disinfected it and returned it to the computer room for later use. (And believe me, it saw plenty of action!). I’ll try to resist mentioning too many of them, it may sound too dull, but to me they were annoying. Each one was of deep luteous shade.

I remembered (Miracles do happen, then? Hahaha!) that the Falls-Team arranged delivery of a new walking frame was due to arrive today. So I got with doing the Health Checks sharpishly. The flipping SYS is still high!

The temperature, using the stick thermometer was the highest its been in many a month!

But that’s a good thing, I think anyway? I don’t think its too high at all.

I took a photo of the tablet trays, to show you how it is so easy to make a mistake in taking them. Although these pods were designed, to make it easier for we slightly more mature dodderers, and cut back on such errors. As you can see, the pills are all over the placed, many stuck under the covers, and others had moved into another compartment altogether! Many were stuck on the glue, others by the static electricity in the packaging. When they were first introduced, they told me they’d be fool-proof as well! Hah!

Obviously, they had forgotten about the well known locally ‘Special Skills’ of Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up Mansfield Road, from the Lidl store.

I’d no idea what time of day the frame might come, so I got on with updating the Saturday post. Got it completed and Pinterested some snaps from it. Went on Facebook updating, then the same with the WordPress Reader. Emailed the link, and made a brew of Glengettie Gold.

I closed down Computer Cameron and got some hand-washing done, before doing the ablutions. The old oven grabbers were washed with the other stuff. I’ve still got the new gloves, but these although hard to clean, easy to dirty, and very old and tatty (a bit my me really, Hahaha!), they’re more effective and easier to hold onto when Shaking Shaun or Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters play up.

I had a bit of spontaneous breakfast after the washing was done, wrung and hung—cheese biscuits and a pot noodle, and off to the wet room for a scrubbing-up.

I needed a Porcelain Throne visit first. One of the easiest for a long time. Yee-Ha! Still painful, of course, but so much quicker than even yesterday’s was! A bit of blood, a smidge messy. Needed cleaning up before I took a shower, Haha!

But would the cistern clear things? No! I needed to hand-fill the tank a couple of times, and still, some bits were floating even then? Aggravannoying!

The ablutions were miraculously incident-free again! Not much bother from Toothache Terence, only one dropsy of the toothpaste tube! The shaving produced only two little nicks that did not bleed much at all. Doing the showering and only one mini-dizzy-spell, and three dropsies! Drying off went well, too!

Ah, well, the medicationalisation didn’t go as smoothly, I’m afraid. I thought that the rear-end furuncle was clearing up yesterday, I was wrong, and applied the ointment a little too roughly, and the blood flowed! So had to apply some Dakacort cream to get it to stop! I cunningly did this in the shower area and then sprayed-away the resulting blood flow mess using the shower-head. (Smart, eh? Smug-Mode-Adopted!) Harold’s Haemorrhoid’s done with the Germoloid cream, and Arthur Itis’s knees and hands with the Phorpain Gel. I felt rather good about how I coped these problems!

The leg ulcer, or Clopidogrel allergy markings, had spread-out but got fainter, and some new ones appeared on top of the right foot, below the base of the toes. The fresh ones looked like freckles. Ah, well, it stops me getting bored, Hehehe! 

I got the new PPs on, a pair of trousers, and the maroon zip-up shirt. The Sock-glide was given a sneer of contempt, as I left the wet-room.

Because I was not wearing any socks, and the vicious, finger bruising and crushing monstrosity, was again, not going to be used, and my digits and legs put at risk of injury once more! Not that it scares me, of course! Oh, no!

Then, I set-too making up some black waste bags, and put the Floor-Voting paper on them, so as not to forget to take them with me on the way out with the bags, to the Rubbish chute, and take the voting paper down to the lobby.

I got a face-mask on, and the items were carried by hand, using only the wooden walking -stick. For some unknown reason, at that time, I felt in a rather panurgic, ready-for-anything mood? Yes, it confused and baffled me as, why as well!

By the time I’d got out, and to the chute-room, unfortunately, things had changed quickly. I was all over the place with the walking stick, and must have appeared drunk to anyone who might have seen me? The old balance had gone to pot again. I got the bags in the chute alright though.

Then clouted my right elbow against the door frame, on the way out of the room!  A spot of turbidity in the brain as I waited for the lift down to the ground-floor lobby. By the time I’d got down to the ground floor, and into the main hall, my balance was a lot better, and the foggy-brain seemed to be clearing. What’s going on here?

I posted the floor colouring preferences sheet into the ballot box.

And again, with a renewed physical and mentally settled state, I got the lift back up to the flat.

Where, perversely, the semiobscurity returned to the brain and vagueness, a lack of concentration came over me. My memories of getting Josie’s meal prepared is a bit sketchy. I discovered later on that I’d forgotten to photograph it, yet everything from when I wheeled it to Josie’s door, is crystal-clear? We chatted a short while, and I returned to the flat’s kitchen to get the cleaning up done.

I was doing well again, and then almost flaked out. My body and mind told me to get down in the chair, and stay there; I checked that I had on Medical Alert Alarm wristlet, which I did. And I immediately nodded of fitfully. I kept on waking up with the sunshine coming through the thin, decrepit, holed, curtains. But, nodded back off almost straight away each time. I suddenly jumped awake, and felt a different person, back to my old self? I’ll put this on the questionnaire when it comes from the hospital.

But I was feeling fine, and got up to check on the potatoes in the slow-cooker, made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and got the computer back on to update this blog. And Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters, and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), were both being good to me! I couldn’t understand what had happened, but I was so happy that things had returned to semi-normal. Obviously, now a scepticism and uncertainty remained, a sort of fear that it might happen all over again. Whatever the heck it was?

The door chimes rang out. It was an NHS chappie, delivering the new narrower walker for me. He was in a rush, my EQ picked up on that. I remembered what Nurse Caroline had told me about not doing anything with it when it is delivered until she calls again on Wednesday. So I put it with the spare three-wheeler on the balcony. I never thought I’d use one of these! It was wider than I expected, and I didn’t cope very well with it, putting it on the veranda, at all.

Updated this blog again, and it is now hours beyond my usual head-down time.

But the need for some Diary TFZer top graphics is urgent, so I moved onto CorelDraw.

Decided to make another brew first, straight Glengettie this time.

Then took a snap of the sunshine, and returned to CorelDrawing at last.

I only got one graphic done, (Tsk!), and made the template for tomorrows, and the got the fodder sorted out. Better late than never!

Battered fish strips, slow-cooked potatoes halved, and a bit of butter and onion-salt sprinkled on them. Garden peas, and some of the delightful baby Piccalo tomatoes. A pot of raspberry ripple mousse from the freezer, thawed out as I as the meal, nicely!

Tired-out now, but I stayed alert enough to enjoy this feast. Deserving of a Flavour-Rating of 8/10.

Went to get the meal things soaking in washing up bowl, and took this photograph of the evening’s view.

Having been up for over 20 hours or so, and in a state of weariness that was high, even for me, I felt so sure that I’d nod-off within minutes of getting my head down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, puke-making beige coloured recliner. It was not to be!

Sweet Morpheous did eventually arrive, but it was gone midnight by then! At least I got around four hours of deep-sleep in, before waking up in urgent need of a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne. Ah, well, TTFN!

Inchcockski – Sun 19 July 20: A susceptible, sombering Sunday, sadly. (Sheesh!)

TFZer Model Lona

Sunday 19th July 2020

Kinyarwanda: Ku Cyumweru Tariki ya 19 Nyakanga 2020

03:55hrs: I came back into mock-life-status, the mind in a pickle of confusion, and as the eyesight engaged, I spotted several signs of Nocturnal Nibbling. Guilty-Mode-Engaged! The two pots of temptation, I’m pretty sure I made up last night during the Dizzy Memory lapse period, and both had been nibbled at! I’ve no control at all, sometimes you know! Tsk!

I thought for some reason that it was Monday this morning. I started to make plans for getting the ablutions done early for the Morrison delivery… then it dawned on me, it was actually Sunday. (I’m quick yer know, Hehehe!)

As I was removing my copiously generous, flobby-stomach bodied form from the clutches of the c1968 recliner, a wee-wee was needed. Not that I can remember doing it, but I found I had placed a crossword book on the mantlepiece, no doubt in expectancy of the Post-Micturition, but likely in anticipation of more for the After-Dribbling, summat to help me kill time and keep amused while waiting for trickling-tinkling to stop?

But my impromptu plans had not accounted for holding the bucket with the good hand, wee-weeing without anything to guide the possible spray, and not leaving anything to utilise the crossword book and use the pen! Never-mind!

It was (as I anticipated), another long dribble-ridden exercise. I left the bucket out. Then hobbled to get a wash and freshen-up. After which, the belated need for the Porcelain Throne usage arrived, after I’d taken some shots of the morning light-show on view, including an artistically, but violent and unwanted Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley inspired one (Hehe!), as I was putting the kettle on.

A near-disaster that was, my not moving straight away! Talk about ‘just-in-time!’ That could have been another embarrassment if I’d been 10-seconds later in getting down on the seat! Phew! As they have been for months, it was painful, but things went mess-free, and the bleeding was hardly worth mentioning! Smug-Mode-Considered!

Made the brew of Glengettie, then I got the Health checks done. The sphygmomanometer was showing SYS at 173! Well-high that was. I’ll mention to the nurse in the morning, that is if it a communicable one, there ain’t all wanting to gossip and natter with their old-geriatrics. I took the medications and put the medical stuff back in the drawer.

Then got the milk out of the fridge for the tea. Criggleblogglesworthisms! The milk had gone off! Threw the tea away, washed the mug, and searched for some long-life individual pots I had left. Found them, and had a sniff of one, they seemed and smelt alright. Made a brew of Morrison’s Extra-Strong Assam, and all was well again, the tea was flowing! Haha! I rinsed and dished the milk carton.

Which reminded me, I’ve got a massive bag and a small one of recycling material, three small black bags of for the waste chute, and all four bins need sorting! I must find time to get the small stuff to the chute. The recycling bags I can take down on a Monday, in hopes that a caretaker might help me with them. (Pathetic, innit?)

Off to get the ablutions done, or else I’ll be struggling to get Josie’s nosh done on time. I nipped into the kitchen to make sure I had everything needed for the cooking for Josie later on. Gawd it was eerily dark, with sunshine glaring outside. Hehe! And I’d not got the mixed beans opened yet. So I opened them.

  Stripping off to make a start by getting the teeth done, and I stubbed two toes against the seat raisers metal leg. One of the overgrown toenails bent backwards and stayed there! I believe I may have said something along the lines of ‘Oh, bother!’

The session didn’t go as well as yesterdays, but I had lots of worse ones. But that doesn’t ease the pain at that moment! Hahaha! 

Toothache Thomas was less bother, the dropsies were only about four, and the knock-overs was remarkably only one!

The shaving produced only one tiny nick on the neck! No shower-head bother, either! Best of all, nothing walked into!

All very pleasing at the time! Self-Satisfied-Scenario succoured and secured!

I remembered when I got to the kitchen to take the midday medications. I often miss them, but they are only painkillers, so it shouldn’t create anything nasty, apart from pain, of course. Hehe!

I got the waste bins all emptied and bagged up the rubbish. Cleaned them and got new bags in.

Then got Josie’s haddock and fish strips in the oven. The pots were nearly ready to be turned into extra-strong Leicester cheesy mash, with cabbage, onions and chives added.

I got the three-wheeler overloaded with the rubbish bags. Obviously not the giant white recycling one, as I explained earlier.

It happened again! Crangle-shock-knuckers! The second toe-stubbing of the day, on the same toes, making it worse this time! I can confirm that the wheels on the three-wheeled walking guide, are still as solid, and rigid as hell!

Crying seemed like an option at the time! But I resisted it, just! Hahaha! 

I fumbled and bumbled my way out of the door and through the lobby hallway of the three flats. And into the being updated for over three-years lift lobby. A lot more painting had been done. Shame about the lights not working, but you can’t have everything.

To the end, turned left and into the waste chute room. Deposited the seven bags in the small opening, and without trapping any fingers! No Dizzy Dennis botherations, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Anne Gyna, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter failure, or waking into anything! This felt unnatural, peculiar, abnormal!

Back to the apartment, checked on the cooking progress, all looking fine, to me.

I’d took two photos earlier, and bound them together to get this shot on the right-hand side.

It shows that it was taken earlier on, cause the sun has cast a shadow of the flats as it rose from behind them.

What a clear sky, its got beautiful clouds in it now. Like a painting almost. The sun has done a runner, though.

I set to preparing the meal for Josie, and keeping my eye on the clock.

Extra treats this week. Some egg-mayonnaise, two lots of fish, smoked haddock and battered basa. Along with the different cheesy potatoes, a Limoncello dessert. Hope she likes it.

I delivered the meal on the wheeled server to Josie’s door, pressing her bells at precisely 12:00hrs! I think she liked the look of it. Back to the flat, and caught a glimpse of the computer-bedroom as I went tot he kitchen, oh, dearie me, it did look all untidy. Tsk!

I got the pots washed, making a mess as I did so, thanks again to Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley’s antics. It took me as long as washing the pots did in the first place, to clean up the mess I’d made on the floor! Still, there hadn’t been any Whoopsies for a why, so, fair enough!

Updating the blogs and graphicalising for a few hours, in between wee-weeing. Haha!

I got my dinner made up, a cold one. Apart from the grilled cheese sarnies, no cooking was needed. Which might have been a good thing, cause I was beginning to get the shakes from Shirley and Shaun. Last of the egg and potato mayonnaise used up, some delightfully tasty Polish pork hock. The last of the mixed beans and also tomatoes, and a few cheese toasted bread thins. I didn’t eat it all, I’d made too much again.

But, I did enjoy it, despite my dropping food all the time, mainly due to Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley, she was wearing me out!

I had a scout around and collected the bits of fodder dropped while eating, and went to get the washing done. But felt so drained, I just put everything in the bowl to soak. I returned to the recliner, and got the TV on, started to watch a football match, Manchester United v Chelsea cup match, and soon nodded off into the much-needed land of Nod! Bliss!

I was woken up a couple or three hours later. It was Josie, who had again forgotten about my going to sleep early, and despite my repeated begging her not to call after 15:00hrs, was returning the plate (18:00hrs), tray, cutlery from her meal. I had to get up and put a dressing gown on to cover my horrendously plump wobbly-bellied nudity, and answered the door. Stubbed my damned toe en route to the door! But, being as I am also a forgetful person as well, I mustn’t complain, and I do understand. Hahaha! We spoke a while, I think.

Of course, any chance of my getting back to sleep had been destroyed by the interruption. Then Dizzy Dennis kicked off. Life was not good at that moment!

I gave up on the sleeping stakes, there was not a chance in hell of getting any. As I lay there, stewing in my frustrations, with the Neurotransmitters on and off, and the odd shoulder shaking spell, I decided to give up, I knew Sweet Morpheus was not about to come.

So, I decided not to mope about and got the new nail cutters out of the drawer. I realised I would not be safe to try using them in my current state of shakes, and just took them out and tried each one. They were of poor quality. The smaller straight-cut one’s handle stuck the first time I tried it! Hey-ho!

Unbelievably, (I think) I fell asleep after taking this photo of them! Waking up later, to find the three clippers on different parts of my body, well, two of them, the other was on the recliner. My fingernails were partly-clipped, oner bleeding, and an empty cheese Quaver bag, was tucked between my legs?

Nocturnal meanderings? Hehehe!

Inchcockski – Mon 15 June 2020: Working, fiddling about and getting nothing done. Impractical, incommodious and indeterminant day!

Monday 15th June 2020

Greek: Δευτέρα 15 Ιουνίου 2020

02:00hrs: I woke up well wanting a wee-wee. Wriggled my ghastly onerously bulky, but wobbly body from the depths of the £300, second-hand, none-working recliner, and with surprising dexterity, I shot off to the wet room (alright, hobbled precariously). The release was of the WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode. (Indeed they were all of this style, all morning, and there were so many of them!) 

The poor old uncut toes, nails, and feet looked more gnarled than ever. I swear when I raise my foot, even a few inches, there is pain from under the nails! And I’m forever catching them on something, which is like an electric shock? Tsk!

To the kitchen, and got the kettle on. I know it’s a little earlier than I’ve gotten up for a couple of days, but the mist seemed to be coming down already.

I got the sphygmomanometerisationing done and assembled the medications ready to imbibe. All of the results were down vs yesterday. Including the temperature; that was at 79°c, one down on yesterdays.  No, that should be 79°f, surely. The pulse was ten points less. The Sys was five lower, and the Dia was two below. Better, methinks? Note the arithmophobia may mean I got something wrong.

Took the medications, with an extra painkiller, because Toothache Thomas was kicking off again.

Made a brew of Glengettie Gold, and put too much milk in it. So I used another tea bag to strengthen it a bit.

I got on Computer Cameron and went on the emails to check on the Morrison order. They have substituted Saver Garden Peas with Batchelor’s Mushy peas – and it looks like they are charging me for the more expensive unasked for ones? No Morrison Saver marrowfat peas, but they tell me they cannot deliver an alternative. Thank heavens for that. They may well have sent me a grilled Octopus with Ancho Chile Sauce & Noodle ready meal! But, at least they have sent the tissues for Jenny and Frank!

Then I made a start on updating the Sunday post. Finally, I got it finished and had to make some graphics for this diary. Then emailed the link, then went on TFZer and Windwood Heights Facebooking.

I went to make a brew of tea and took another view of the changing mist and fog. It’s getting a bit thicker now. But it didn’t feel too cold as I hung out of the anti-photographer designed, thick-framed, light, and view-blocking new window.

When I returned to the computer to download the photo on it, and this even amazed me: I had to go back to the kitchen, and search for the lens cap for the camera. After many minutes of searching, I returned to the computer area and scanned for the lens cap. This in itself is nothing new and is a frequent, almost several times a day event. I was getting annoyed with myself again. I looked in the wet room and hallway, no luck! Gave up and returned to the computer… the lens cap was on the camera!

I may have had another Blank-Spell, I suppose. But I don’t think so. I can usually read things and know something had happened, not sure what, sometimes mind. But not this time. The actions were all there in the grey-cells. Which in itself is something to be thankful for! Hahaha! I think my brain cells are showing signs of senescence.

Ah-well, it’s time to get the ablutions sorted out. No showering, of course, the noise may disturb the slugabed neighbours. Hehehe!

Well, well, well, one of the bestest ever ablutionary session for months! (Apart from a toe-stubbing against the shower chair as I moved it!) Not a single dropsy of the toothbrush or paste, soap or razors. Smug-Mode-Instigated! But I could have done without the toe-stubbing bit.

I got the bags made up for the recycling and waste chute, but with the deliveries being expected, I shall not take them out until after both have been delivered. Don’t want to miss them.

The mist is lifting a bit, I think?

O got on with this blog starting, and made a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea, much more of a bite to it than Glengettie Gold, but not as much as plain Glengettie. Confusing innit?

The intercom rang out, and I heard it well enough. T’was the much uptight Morrison delivery driver. With all the isolationists and their own worries about Coronavirus, this is only to be expected, the pressure on the lads and lasses much be extreme nowadays.

The lad left the bags near the door. I thanked him and slipped him a G&T. Off he raced.

Now, this is when my mood and physically improved status went down, ♫Way-Down!♫. On my first bend to collect a couple of the carriers, Back-Pain-Brenda gave me shocks of pains that have not cleared up yet (three-hours later!) Every slight bend or twist in the torso, brings forth knife-like stabbing pains I could do well without! I dare not take any more pain-killers, having already taken one extra to counter Toothache Thomas! Grunglegrogs!

Gingerly, I got the bags into the kitchen one at a time. Sorted out the tissues for Jenny, then got the other stuff checked and put away. It took me a lot of time, at one point I got down to put the chips in the freezer, and the back pain was so bad, I had to stay in that position for a while, and wait for it to ease-off before I dare get back upright again. Hey-ho! Got it all sorted, in the end. And back to Computer Cameron.

The Amazon folks had sent another email with a revised ETA. 

I pressed on with doing this diary. Until at least I thought that I needed the Porcelain Throne activities.

But no! I sat there for ages, doing my best to encourage the evacuation.

I had a go at the crossword puzzle. (I got a couple solved as well. Mind you, I was at it for ages, but no signs of any movement)

Not doing a lot of anything, I noticed the legs were an odd shade this morning. I didn’t see it earlier? When it came to standing up, I was wary of not catching the toes on anything. Anyroad, the pins may be a bit blotchier and anaemic. Still, the Clopidogrel allergy lumps, the spider veins, and the Thrombophlebitis give them an appearance, that Tim Price thought, some Art Gallery would like to display. Hahaha! I think the odd colouring in the leg picture, is down to my lack of photographic skills, in reality, they were not so vivid.

Moved onto CorelDrawing. Managed to get a few graphics done.

Jenny emailed me. Checked the Amazon tracker. The progress graph has no moved at all, and the ETS has changed to a little later. Oh, dearie me! Fingers crossed.

Intercom, Amazon delivery. Got the flaky biscuits ready with the tissues near the front door. I was meaning to slip a masherina (facemask) on, before opening the doors, but forgot to. Humph!

Getting Shaking Shaun, joining in with the back pain. Then sudden fatigue came over me.

Jenny emailed, then later rang me, but I could not hear her, the line was terrible. I tried four or five times to ring her on the landline, but it was engaged.

Frank came up with the bleach and yoghourts for me and collected the bags from me. I still had the shakes going a bit ferociously.

Got some nosh prepared. And got down to eat it, with designs on getting to sleep soon. Hahaha! Fool!

Inchcocksi – Thursday 11th June 2020: Artsy-fartsy sort of day!

Thursday 11th June 2020

Nepali: बिहीबार ११ जून २०२०

01:40hrs: I stirred into life, with many aches, pains, stiffnesses and a violently Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley session! Which put an end to any thoughts of nodding off again. More so, when, as I was tackling the risky business of heaving my gelatinous body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner. As the poor old feet and toes hit the deck to take my midriff-heavy weight, not only did I once again nearly topple back into the recliner but almost went over as Shirley gave my shoulder a right shaking!

This was concerning. Not why it was happening, obviously the Peripheral Neuropathy inspired Nicodemus Neurotransmitters, were playing up. But a worry, over how I am going to get around this morning. As if by magic, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley suddenly sank back to barely a tremor, she was persistent with it mind you, but this did not hamper my movement. Phew! Bit of luck there!

I came close to having an involuntary leak (well there was a tiny drop or two. However, the PPs coped with it well) and I got to the bucket in time. More good fortune? Worrying this is! Haha! The wee-wee mode was so different again. It was in the WSSUGG (Weak-Squirty-Spraying-Uncontrollable-Greeny-Grey) style.

So, off to the kitchen, to do the medicationing and make a brew of Assam tea. The sphygmomanometer Sys and Dia results were lower today, the Pulse was up a bit, and the temperature showed up as just ‘Low’.

I took the tea into the computer/front/junk room, and as I got seated int the swivel-chair, I noticed that the veins might be coming back up again on the right leg?

I grafted (mentally) away for five hours, getting the many photographs into yesterdays blog, eventually getting it finished and posted off. I put a lot of stuff on Pinterest, then went on the WordPress Reader section.

Went to make another brew, and took a photograph of the amazingly blue sky. It had been drizzling early in the night, and as I opened the window to take the shot, the cold raindrops fell in onto my bare, ginormously-elephantine, flabby tummy. By Jiminne, I jumped. Hahaha!

Then I went on Facebooking. It’ll be a long job, with all the Nottingham photos to go in the albums. I’ll be back, eventually. Blimey, three hours later, still not finished, and time for the ablutions to be done. Put Computer Cameron in sleep-mode, and off for a limp to the wet room. I’m back.

Ablutionary Activities Report!

Well, that could have gone better!

  • I dropped the shower-seat moving it, and hit my right knee and foot!
  • Took a wee-wee, and found Inchies fungal lesion bleeding!
  • Lost half-an-hour stopping it bleeding!
  • Dropped the toothpaste (2), then the brush (2)!
  • Split the gum at the back, near one of the toothache teeth!
  • Cut the mole on my right cheek!
  • Dropped the shower gel, it burst open, and I had a mini-skating session…
  • Then went down on the right knee!
  • More time and mess in getting back up again!
  • Had a medicating marathon!
  • Tore the first pair of PPs out of the new bag!
  • Clouted the left knee this time.
  • I tried to wash of some spots from the feet. They were new growths!

It’s a damned good job I didn’t have to face the Sock-Glide!

Oh, Silver Lining Search Result: There were no toe-stubbings!

Weary as I was after the session, escaping to town yesterday, with it being colder, I had to wear a pair of socks for the first time in months. They now had to be hand-washed. I got them done, wrung and hung. Well, not really hung. I used the stand-up airer top get them dried on. But must remember to keep checking and moving them.

They are the fantastically comfortable, diabetic, non-binding, non-constrictive, circulatory Diabetic Bamboo Socks. Seam-free, moisture-wicking, anti-bacterial hosiery, made of Bamboo fibre. Expensive, but worth every penny! Anyone diabetic, or on Warfarin, should try them. I got mine from Amazon.

Not having worn any for so long with the toe-nails unable to be cut, I feared the nails might damage the socks and give me some pain, but they were fine.

I then got the bath towel in the flat airer. I worked out a way to thread the cloth, so most of the thin heating bars are effective. Smarmy Smug Mode Adopted!

Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, taking a photo of the dank morning outside as I did so. The drizzle was still falling a bit. There were no noises, from any dogs barking or vehicles that I could hear at all. Nor any signs on tellurians either.

I hope the worlds not ended and nobody has told me? Hahaha! I’m not wearing any socks again, with me not going out.

I’ve not heard anything from the Antiocoagulatipon and Thrombosis clinic about my INR blood test yet? The level might be fine. I checked the new growths, spots whatever on the feet again. Oddly there didn’t seem to be as many as earlier after the shower? But the body is lymphatic and etiolated. I wonder

I got ontop updating this blog. As far as here, and had to go on CorelDraw to get some graphics done. Back in a while (probably about November! Har-har!)

I was making some measurement to use in a graphicalisation, and ‘blimus and flipping ‘eck,’ it just went so dark, I thought my earlier joke about the end of the world might come true after all! Hahaha! It stayed dull for a couple of minutes, then it brightened up a tad?

Cornish pattie with BBQ sauce. Potatoes a chicken BBQ stick, and a pot of tasteless raspberry jelly. Taste Rating: 7.5/10.

The Bonners BBQ sauce was delightfully tangy and sweet at the same time. I wish I’d bought more than one tin, now. Tsk!

I got the pots washed, and stripped, getting ready for the kip under the quilt, and doubts came over me about a few things. Had I got the bank card safe? Where were the house keys and fob? A few other uncertainties as well, I had to investigate. All okay. During the search for peace of mind, I came across the Anticoagulation INR blood test result, in the hallway, posted earlier.

The paperwork had a new layout and page to it. (Or I’d just not noticed it before?)

It now shows: Note To Patients: On the day of your appointment if you are waiting for your dosage, you should be available between 3:00pm and 6:00pm on the telephone number we have for you. So we can contact you with any urgent changes to your dose. If you are not contacted, you should continue with your present dose until your new Anticoagulation Therapy record is received. Fair enough!

The INR level was well down at 2.1 but within the range. The service is struggling midst the Coronavirus mess, and the next test was not due until 23/06/2020, in two weeks time. A lot of pressure on then, I believe they have had nurses taken from them to work elsewhere, and new nurses training for the Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis testing unit.

Finally, I got down into the £300, second-hand recliner. Because the other morning doing the ablutions, Rado 4 Extra was offering ‘Yes, Minister’, the first episode, it had rekindled my liking of the programme, and I put on and started to watch the DVD of the first series.

That did the trick! I was soon off, into the (Dream filled) land of Nod. 

Inchcockski – Sunday 7th June 2020: I neared the zeneth of inconclusiveness, today!

Sunday 7th June 2020

Croatian: Nedjelja, 7 Lipnja 2020 Godine

TFZers in the pool!

03:30hrs: I stirred reluctantly and felt the need for a wee-wee developing. I took a snap of the sadly overgrown toenails, and they stuck out from the thin quilt. I must get this quilt hand-washed later today, along with the two zip-up jumpers, I’m not too keen on the idea, but needs must and all that!

I ejurated common sense and went to get up without checking on the ailments first. No sooner nearly upright, and I was back down again with a ‘Thud,’ back into the £300, c1968, second-hand, sickeningly-beige-coloured, none working, ramshackle, uncomfortable in the extreme, rusty, rickety, near-lethal, recliner. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were instantly proffering forth pain, and, judging by the wet warm sensation, were bleeding as well! Not a very promising start to the day!

After a few mild curse words and questioning of my point in continuing, I regained my composure. And checked over things, yes, the piles will need attention. So, gingerly I made my way to the wet room. I took a WSSUGG (Weak-Squirty-Spraying-Uncontrollable-Greeny-Grey) wee-wee and investigated the rear-ends requirements. Cleaning and medicating ensued. (Silver-Lining Findings): At least Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding. I had a good wash of the hands. I got a bit carried away with it, Hehehe!

Off to the kitchen, to get the medications, palmoscopy, injecting, creaming, ear holes oiling, and sphygmomanometerisationing was done.

The SYS was back up high again, Sys 172, DIA 79, Pulse 80, and the temperature was 35.4°c. There was no need for any extra pain-killers this morning. The rear end is a bit sore where I fell back down in the chair on Harold’s Haemorrhoids, but not too bad.

As I was taking this shot of the morning view, it dawned on me, I seek not fortunes or fame, but only ataraxia.  But obviously, this is impossible; I don’t think it exists for anyone on earth, just a daydream state of mind. At the back of my warped troubled brain, I hoped I was wrong. I am an idiot! 

I decided to take a photo of a chap who was walking down the middle of Chestnut Walk to the hill up to Woodthorpe Grange Park.

Now, how I managed to take four pictures is beyond me! I checked the camera, and it was on the ‘Auto’ option. Then as he walked to the gravel hill, I took another photo but took two this time?

Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were not playing up, nor was Shaking Shaun or Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley. So why, how?

I made another brew of Thompsons Punjana and started on the updating of the Saturday blog. Then another graphic finished the Saturday blog, posted it, and the links off. On to Pinterest, WordPress Reader, then TFZer Facebooking.

Stopped to get ablutions tended to. And a fantastic session it was! Dropsies? No more than eight, no toe-stubbings, trapped fingers. No knocking into or anything over either!

Smug-Mode-Engaged!.

The leg ulcer looks like it’s changed its mind about coming back and is much fainter now. I’m chuffed with this accident-free ablution session!

Made a start preparing Josie’s and my cheesy potatoes. Chives, grated Leicester cheese, salt and a knob of butter, well bashed and mashed. Got Josie’s meal on the server tray, and wheeled it to her door. She seemed pleased with it.

I got stuck into my nosh. The boiled new potatoes had been in the crock-pot for about six-hours but were not fully cooked, so they found their way into the waste bin sharpish. Flavour Rated: 5/10. A smidge disappointed, I rose and got the washing-up done, and as I did so, the doorbells chimed out.

Blimey, I’d forgotten all about the Amazon delivery coming. Burkinhamianism! It was the Stubbs Hickory bottles and the bags of Tiramisu Cashew nuts.

I got the Stubbs in the cupboard, and nuts in the spare room, after taking out bubble-wrapping, and put it in the box with the others, I aim to hand these to ILC and Ice-skating champion, Scharführeress Julie. She loves to destroy them, Pop, pop! Haha!

Then I got some handwashing done, but only one of the zip-up jumpers, but it’s a start. Got it washed, wrung and hung!

Then of to the Porcelain Throne, but Constipation Konrad ensured there was no action. Despite my best painful efforts! Hunglebrunkdunk!

Washed, and as I was coming out of the room, a sudden weariness and tiredness came over me.

The only thing to do was get sat down in the none-working, tattered, £300, second-hand, uncomfortable rickety recliner, and let nature take its course. Surprisingly, I was asleep within ten minutes, and having afternoon nightmares with it.

Gruumblesodditluck! I rose up and decided to get the black bags sorted ready for the morning, and by gum, the sun came out, so late in the day as well, bootiful it certainly was, though.

I amassed about eight or nine small bags for the skip. It was too late to take them to the chute now, the noise of the falling bags on there way down, they would disturb my fellow residents and neighbours. Not that it mattered to someone above who was tapping and clunking away, merrily doing something or other.

As I was going to get my head down and try again for sleep, I had to shoot off to the Porcelain Throne again. I half-expected another failed evacuation; and got the crossword book out. After a few minutes, the movement began! All of its own accord and under the guidance of the innards, it ground its way painfully out. I thought it would was never going to end… and when it did with a thud, more than a splash, the relief was so very welcome!

Aha, back into the land of Nod!

Inchcocksi – Wednesday 1st April 2020: I questioned my own sagacity today!

April 02

2020 ttttApr01

I’d just put this graphic on, and the Vampire Angel arrived! Tsk!

Wednesday 1st April 2020

Greek: Τετάρτη 1 Απριλίου 2020

0000 April 01 Lillie

GM brownR.02:10ish hrs: I woke-up, passed wind from the rear-end. Then struggled to get out of the chair. The one that xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged. While he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took. The £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working – but not today, uncomfortable, rickety, ready-for-recycling, rinky-dinked, rattling, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away rusty recliner.

I clambered free of the seat, with a sense of urgency, and waggled, with bottom-cheeks clenched as best I could, to the wet room, with the middle right toe still aching from last nights stubbing! But it was a cunning false alarm! I sensed there was product in there, but it wasn’t having any effect on my efforts at encouraging any movement. So, I had a wash and wiped the contact points, and made for the kitchen. Took the medications, made a brew, and back to the computer room.

WD 0.0.0. Where I noticed I had not cleaned up the area around where I knocked stuff over last night in my rushes to get to answer the phone. So a little clean up was performed, not a proper one, cause it was far too early to use the noisy hoover yet, and being as I didn’t have a quiet one, I didn’t. Hehe!

3Wed01WD 0.0.0. I kept on getting irritation on the arm when I caught it against anything, so had decker at it. A damned pretty artistic bruise had developed. (Clopidogrel or and Accifauxpas?) I thought that this should go with the leg photographs to the Tate gallery!

WD 0.0.0. I got straight on with the WordPress updating on Tuesday’s post. I went to make another brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and when I put the teabag into the wast liner, I got a tiny little cut near the right-hand little fingernail. Which was no bother at all, cause I didn’t feel it? Thus, I knew that Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter nerves were starting to go on strike, so I took care in which hand to use for which tasks I needed to do – Clever that! Must experience be learnt by?

3Wed02WD 0.0.0. I had a nosey in the black bag to see what it was I’d nicked myself on, and found it was the lid of the can of Polish meat I’d had and enjoyed so much last teatime. And, oh, dear, I saw the sell-by date on it: The 15th of December – 2016! I did have a look yesterday I think, but must have seen the 15.12, and assumed it was this year? Feel a right Klutz, now! I’m hoping my innards will not be affected? Oh, dear, oh, dear! The meat tasted lovely as well!

Back to the updating. It got harder work, as Nicodemus’s nerve ends kept going AWOL, and so many errors were made. But I got it finished around 05:45hrs.

Then put a few piccies on Pinterest, sent out the Emails, and later on the TFZer Facebooking. It was a struggle, though. I’m not sure if it was Virgin Meda or FAcebook at fault. But things were very variably stuttery and slow. I added some photographs to my albums. It took me as long as it did to update the blog in the first place!

WDP Dec 26a (1)WD 0.0.0. As I was finishing the job, another urgent summing to the Porcelain Throne arrived, in the form of borborygmic gurgling. Experience told me not to ignore it, and off I went to the wet room. “Argh!”, it was a painful, needing encouragement from me, evacuation. Messy, some indeterministic bleeding too. But at least not from Little Inchies fungal lesion. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were not happy, and the stinging began! So, the cleaning up and medicationalisticalisationing was carried out.

I carried with this post up to here. Then went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and while the kettle was boiling, I took some shot of the morning view, three from the balcony, and the last one from the unwanted, wet-letting-in, disliked, thick-framed, light & view-blocking new kitchen window, with the Canon camera. I might be the lighting available, but I was pretty pleased with the resulting photos.

3Wed07

It looks so quaint – but I assure you, it ain’t!

All the parked cars of the self-isolators, enforced isolators (like wot I am!), sent home workers etc. was a sad reminder of what we’re all going through. And not a single person spotted in any of the snaps, as far I could see, anyway.

I phoned Sister Jane and her Pete. But, I got a message telling me the call has been put on hold?II tried to ring her back. Got another message saying an ‘active call,’ is preventing the connection. Got her next try, and ‘Sod’s Law’, or ‘Gerry’s luck’, while she was talking and telling me off, the dreaded wet and warm feeling from down below appeared – I asked her to wait for a second, had a look and found the white PP’s were mostly red – the blood was flowing from Little Inchies fungal lesion! I explained and shot off to the wet room.

More toilet roll was used in cleaning things up. Washed the area, and a few Argh’s and Ouches were muttered as I was medicating things. Humph!

Made the brew, and got on CorelDraw to do some graphics for another template.

The usual weariness and fatigue dawned early in the day again.

3Wed34Got the oven on and nosh started. A chance to use up some dated items from the freezer. The fish fingers in breadcrumbs, substituted for battered ones by Iceland. Not very tasty, I think they may have been made with pond sticklebacks? The well-out-of-date Twiglets, the donated by a resident for me tomatoes were grand. The Halloumi sticks passable, and the beetroot, perfect! Overall, a Taste-Rating of 5/10.

I went to do the washing up, and the landline lit and rang. It was my Angel Jenny, to tell me that the food she had added to her Sainsbury order was coming via Frank to be delivered to me. So kind of her to help me like this.

WD 0.0.0. Especially as I can’t pay her back until I can work out a way of getting some cash from the ATM or somehow.

Minutes later, the doorbell chimed. I got to open it, and two carrier bags had been left outside by Frank. I was picking them up, and Frank’s voice said something to me, I couldn’t tell what he was saying, but thanked him.

3Wed30As expected, Sainsbury’s were out of stock of some things, some substituted. The caramelised biscuits with Caramel wafers, but at least I can hand them back for Jenny to use, or share later with the Wednesday gang when, if,  it ever gets back online. No bread or cobs substituted. As to be expected, in the current climate.

It is lovely that Jenny is helping, but I will not bother her again, until I can find a way to pay what I owe her, including the £25+ for this order. Bless her kind cotton socks. She helps so many people. I’ll manage somehow.

3Wed35I put the things away, and spotted another tin in the tea cupboard! Of Pork Knuckle, Great! And, it’s still in date, only just, but still. Hehe!

I’ll have a beef cook-in-the-bag in onion gravy tomorrow. Now I have some leeks and parsnips to add to it, thanks to Jenny & Frank.

WD 0.0.0. I got settled down, in hopes of getting some sleep, but the mind was buzzing with problems and not letting me relax. Eventually, much later, I did nod-off… And the landline rang and flashed! It was a lady asking for Angela and Frank. I explained this was the wrong number, but I did not know the telephone digits of Angela and Frank, who live on the top floor. The poor lady sounded so disappointed.

WDP sleepLWD 0.0.0. Back down on the £300 second-hand, not-working, uncomfortable rickety recliner, in search of sweet morpheous, which was in no hurry to dawn on me. The Thought-Storms started and stayed with me a while. After the half-asleep prognosticating, I felt so confused, low, incapable, and pathetically self-hating.

WDPrightWD 0.0.0. I did get off into the land of nod – but had the oddest of dreams, and it was so lucid afterwards, I wrote down bits I could recall on the pad. I’d died if osteofluorosis, and they would not let me into heavens gates. St Peter (In the dream, Housing Patch Manager, Angela Gould), refused to let me in until I had got a disclaimer from Glengettie… I was returned to life and earth to fetch one, and everyone was dead. Bloody Coronavirus, I cursed! And, walked (I was the same age, but all my ailments had gone?), around the shops to get food, but everything had gone mouldy, and not a tin opener to be found anywhere… Suddenly, I was in New York, the same scenario, all dead… As I walked between the abandoned dead body filled vehicles, a rhinoceros came charging at me, stopped short, and licked my face? This beast knocked me down a drain… After that, it all goes vague.

Might I be losing it?

An Ode to My Ailments

6Sat04

Barry Bladder & Hernia Harry

6Sat07

I went in the QMC for a Hernia operation,

Summat else came to the surgeons attention,

He said he’s found cancer in the bladder,

But not to worry, he said as we had a natter,

He’d lasered both problems with antimatter!

But I suffered later, Harry returned, it’s mind over matter!

 

6Sat05a

Duodenal Donald

The problem was soon outright,

Although it was a bit of a fight,

The surgeons said it’d be risky and tight,

But things should come out alright,

But couldn’t stop the bleeding, that was a fright!

They did stop it finally, to my delight!

 

6Sat08

Haemorrhoid Harry

I have to say, this left me feeling sore,

But surely it will mean, Haemorrhoid cream no more?

No suppositories, prodding, probing, Cor!

But they returned, worse than before!

 

6Sat05

Aorta Albert

A bit of a shock, when I saw the Doc,

She said you’re a chip off the old block,

Your Dad had such an op, a bit of a shock,

Makes a change from operating on your buttock,

But you’ll pull through me old cock!

 

6Sat03

Sandie Seer

Twitching eyes, jump and jerk,

But when steady, they still work,

Though not a regular querk,

It can drive you berserk!

 

6Sat03a

Nerveless Nigel

Diagnosed two weeks before the stroke,

By Dr Rahannmuta, a wonderful bloke,

Not averse to a laugh and joke,

Although I don’t, he said you must not smoke!

And gave me a year, before the nerve-ends die, get broke.

 

6Sat09

Suzie

Worra shock, I was in a terrible mess,

Couldn’t wash, shave or even dress,

Two months hospitalisation, no less,

Why I ask, but it remains answerless,

The After-Stroke Physio leaves me breathless,

But certainly not painless!

There are periods when I feel brainless,

But some helpers have been invaluable, God Bless!

 

6Sat10

SSVB

(ScabsSpotsVeinsBulges)

Caught this in the Stroke hospital ward, one can’t forget,

Blood-papsules, weals, scars, lumps, bulges, a guaranteed bet,

Welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples, maculations, invariably on the legs set,

Thrombophlebitis and assorted Clopidogrel grooves and ridges show,

The legs appearance change every day, a new vein or burrow,

A reaction to a changed medication, they say to me,

Vasculitis and venous thromboembolism or VTE,

What next, can I charge folks to look, Hehehe!

Right-hand side sensory nerves are almost kaput,

The neurotransmitters, nearly as dead as a mutt,

I’m even getting boils and growths on my butt!

 

6Sat11

Myasthenia Gravis (MG) – The latest ailment.

 This was written, to cheer missen up, and it did!

I thank you!

WDPT07R

Inchcock Today – Thurs 21 Nov 2019: Mind-storm! City Centre Winter Wonderland photos took, today! (Not too good mind, Tsk!)

1 Nov 18

Thursday 21st November 2019

Spanish: Jueves 21 Noviembre 2019

WD 0.50.0 01:40hrs: I semi-woke up, with the mind-blasting away, fretting over yesterday’s Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas, the failure of medics to arrive (Did I get the dates wrong, will they come at all? What to do about it?) Generally, I was in a sad, pitiably pathetic feeling-sorry for myself phase! Which turned into a grumbling, moaning, acceptance of my inabilities to cope with failures, cock-ups, and disappointments. As the fermenting bubbled away in the brain, without the slightest nor inkling of my finding any solutions, the need for a wee-wee arrived to distract me. (And a good job, too!) Off to the wet room.

Having taken an SHLS (Short-Hosepipe-Like-Sensationless) mode of wee-wee, which was unexpected, and with no bleeding from the fungal-lesion, I washed the hands and went to the kitchen.

4Thu02WD 0.50.0 The knees and Arthur Itis were in a generous mood for me. I got the kettle on and imbibed the medications with water. Made the brew of Glengettie tea, and a spirit of fun emerged from somewhere, momentarily, and I put some of the pills on a plate with a knife and fork, to be photographed with the mug! Thinking it would be humorous. The photo, I could see on the viewer, was shaky-blurred again. I checked the hands carefully, and the mini-shake-shivering was still there, as it was when it started, last night. I hope it doesn’t affect the typing as severely today. If it does, then the Inchcock Today will have to be abandoned.

WD 0.50.0 Then I started to sink back into a depression and worrying about things in general. I sat drinking the tea without turning the computer on, and slowly, very slowly, I fought back the fretting, convincing myself that there is no point in worrying about what you can’t change or improve? That only made me feel worse! I always try to make people feel happy and worry when they are not. I can’t change or even control the Peripheral Neuropathy or the Idiopathic side-effects of it. The venous thromboembolism, the metal ticker valve, the Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing, RAI Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, the Fungal Lesion bleeding. Not even can I get the Warfarin level right, walk safely unaided, hear properly… on and on I went, rambling to myself about my medical-negatives! The self-indulgent wallowing in self-pity; then, I turned to the Why-Me-Mode. And thoughts became a little less foggy.

WD 0.50.0 As I pondered, why not me? I am not really a worthy person to receive any luck. I’ve done very little in life. Made a mess of it mostly. But I am blessed with an ability to cope with pain, not with worry and fretting, but physical pain. And not having a social life or partner is a good thing (Not really). If any average person were to get all these issues and discomforts, it would affect them more, and their families. I came to realise that it is not the physical problems that are the worst, but the mental ones, and I can’t get help or do anything about them either. I’d overly diagnosed and confused myself!

WDP14LWD 0.50.0 I hope never to get into a deep-thought session with myself again! It’s a scary, fraught with confusion, turbulence, contradictions, torrents of twisted maniacal unfathomable thoughts in my brain, that are best left alone methinks! So, no answers, solutions found, no plans made, no progress, no hope… and yet I felt a little perkier in myself now. (It doesn’t make any sense, does it, just like life?) Tsk!

There were many clangs, bangs and knocks coming from somewhere close. Not that they bothered me. But such a rarity. The 24/7 humming droning noise all over the place was still with us, that does annoy me. Anyroad-up, I set to on the computer, updating the Wednesday dairy. The finger-ends were not as bad as I thought they might be, although still a little bothersome, calling for much time correcting mistakes. But with not going out Wednesday, there were far fewer photographs to sort out. So I got the whole thing done for about 03.40hrs.

Then went on TFZing on Facebook. Then on the WordPress Reader, and went for another wee, only the second of the day. Anther surprise one. A CMOUSTSTBOWAV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-A-Venom) version, Phew!

Made what was, the fourth mug of beverage, and got on with starting this post off. After another four or so hours, I had to start making up the templates, another long job.

Got them finished, at last, a real brain-tester that was. Especially with all the myasthenia gravis affected finger-tips hassle.

The ablutions went well, even though I hurried them a bit. The only worry was Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding, or rather, stopping it bleeding. Applied the Corticosteroid and Germaloid cream afterwards (the first stings like hell, then the second, very cooling and calming).

I prepared things in a hurry, got my shopping list of three items to get from the Poundland Store, Lavender Dettol, Bread and Batteries (For the wet room radio). Got the black bags on top of the trolley, camera in the jacket pocket, bus pass checked, out to the waste chute and to the lifts.

WDP 13LWD 0.50.0 Bit of a farce with the elevators. Lift one was on the 15th floor, lift two on the ground level. Pressed the call button, lift one went down straight by me to the ground floor, lift two, up to the 15th floor, then down missing me to the 11th floor, and down to the ground level. Lift one then went up to the 15th floor again, lift two seemed stuck on the ground floor, lift one came down, and the doors opened. On the fourth floor, a lady got in, and we chatted. It seems she had had a kerfuffle trying to catch a lift as well! At least we had a little smile about it!

Along the link passage to the Winwood Court and into Oberstgruppenfhreress Warden Julie’s and Hauptsturmfhreress Deana’s holding and interrogation office, dropped off some Christmas treats, then out to the bus stop, by gum, it was cold out there! Had a natter at the shelter. Onto the bus, got side-saddle-seated, crossword book out, and all the way to town, I got one answer. Hahaha!

4Thu03Off the L9 and walked down Queen Street into the Nottingham’s Slab Square. It was a right mishmash again. Temporary overpriced stalls, eateries, rides scattered messily around everywhere. With the ice-rink in the centre somewhere. I could not get in to photograph it on Tuesday, but I found a way in without steps today! I got nestles in a corner of the rink-side for support, and had to take the photos through the side glass, as I could not use the camera with arms outstretched and keep it steady enough. Here are the best shots I could manage. Being the lucky person I am, as I positioned myself for photographicalisationing, a hooter went, and nearly all the skaters disappeared!

4Thu10

I took some photos in the square, then got out back to Long Row and took some pictures.

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4Thu11I hobbled from the Slb Square, and got to the Poundland Shop, on Wheeler Gate. Where I commenced on an overspending spree… again! But, I did get the batteries, too many maybe? Some Duracell AA for the radio (2x£1.50). And a big pack of 30 Kodak AA batteries for £2!

They did not have any Lavender Dettol, so I got two small bottles of the normal scented. Another drain unblocker (Essential if one lives in my beloved if it can go wrong – it will, Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination!) A pack of Warburton’s ready-sliced Wholemeal cobs, some nuts, Cheeslets, Twiglets and yoghourt nuts. Turkey breast slices, and a bottle of Balsamic vinegar. Joined the long queue, got to the self-serve tills, and a young lady put my things through in a flash. I think she thought it would be a lot quicker doing it herself than me fumbling about dropping stuff etc. and free a til up sooner. She was 4Thu12right too! I thanked the gal, but she was too busy to hear me, I think.

I got outside and readjusted the weight distribution of the bought products, between the carrier and the trolley bag.

Back into the Slab Square. I had a walk around taking photo’s, South Parade, Exchange Walk, Exchange Arcade, and out into Long Row.

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4Thu20

Long Row stall, where I bought a pair of tatty gloves, but they were warm!

I bought a pair of gloves from a stall on Long Row. They were not wrapped like the others, the supposedly stitched on crap labels were half hanging off… but they fitted, and were lovely and warm.

The Exchange walk picture reminded me of the Wailing Wall. With the row of Cash Machines giving out cash and statements that made people wail? Hehehe!

I got to the L9 bus stop just in time and was soon off on my home. Out came the crossword book, and to my amazement, as I flipped through trying to get some answers to the many crosswords still undone, I worked out five… I say Five answers! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

Island

Dangerous parking, same place as today, photograph from last week

The bus pulled up, away from the kerb behind the one in front at the flats, but the driver had no choice, as cars were parked around the bus turning island again. Frank kindly came over as I got off last and helped me get the trolley down. I thanked him, and walked through the Winchester Court foyer, though the link-passage into the big Social room.

A good few folks in there from the Social Hour 5Fri14earlier, and for a coffee meeting I think. I said Hello to Obergruppenfureress Deana as I passed her and got no reply, she did look busy, bless her.

Through the comfortable warm Winwood to Woodthorpe link corridor, and into the cold Woodthorpe Court lift lobby.

A little chat with a chap going up to the 11th floor, and removed the untouched sign I’d left in case the rice-cooker lead had been delivered, but it hadn’t, got in, no wee-wee needed?  And got the kettle on and took the medications. Put the purchases away, and got the dagwood sarnies made using the wholemeal cobs I’d bought.

4Thu21aMade a salad of sorts. Seaweed, apple, cooked beetroot and the chicken slices and tomato sarnies. Enjoyable nosh that was. A flavour rating of 8.5/10!

The expected weariness and fatigue arrived, and I thought about doing the handwashing, but fell asleep instead. Haha! When I woke up an hour or so later, I knew I was going to regret having to do the handwashing when the morning arrived. I put on an old, rare DVD, a BBC one, The Day of the Triffids, from the TV. I did nod-off a few times of course, but I got to the end, 156 minutes long!

As I turned off the DVD. Pondered on whether or not I needed a wee-wee, and nodded-off, until 01:40hrs. When I needed the wee-wee and Porcelain Throne, urgently!

Inchcock Today – Friday 7th June 2019: I got myself in a pickle with the dates, then realised I hadn’t, but I had! I hope I’m back on track now. Might have to give up; the after-effects of the stroke are more afflicting than I thought. Humph!

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2019 April 06

Friday 7th June 2019

Malagasy: Zoma 7 Jiona 2019

WD 84.0.84 03:30hrs. Although sleep was in short supply last night, plenty of nightmarish dreams were supplied to torture my poor old blood-short brain. I can only recall bits of any detail, being chased in crumbling abandoned buildings again, falling from a plane, a self-operation to replace a certain undersized appendage, being kept in school… not the most cheerful of things to let one’s thoughts wander over, pretty glad to wake up, actually. Within a few seconds, the mechanics of the body informed me I needed a wee-wee (Fancy that, me, wanting a wee. Hehehe!). 

WD 84.0.84 I removed my body from the £300, second-hand, rickety, grotty-beige coloured, c1968 recliner, gained my balance and took the three paced without the stick, to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket), and had an SSWW (Short-Sprinkly-Wee-wee), adding to the few pints already in the bucket. As I turned to gather the accoutrements spread around, to take to the kitchen for washing, I came close to an Accifauxpa as the 5Fri002ankle gave way. I’m still not sure how I managed to avoid going over, but was nervous enough about it, to decide to put on the Ankle Support Strapping, as the toe was looking far less virulent and not so painful.  Which meant tackling the infamously dangerous Sock-Glide!

5Fri001I then made a check of the pins and the toe first. A new, erm, unknown blotch had appeared of the top of the left leg. The blood papsules had started to come back again on both of the lower limbs. I removed the socks and got them in soak with the shirt, in the bowl in the sink.

5Fri003aWD 84.0.84 The poorly right foot stubbed toe; although still a bit tender, seemed to be making great healing progress. And some pretty patterns, too. Haha!

The next job was to tackle the nervous making Sock-Glide. Praying that there will be no shaking or dancing from the Axonotmesis, and the Peripheral neuropathy affected right leg, 5Fri005while I was using the glide. Luckily, none came this time.

Placed the frame on a level surface first. Then I got the sock on the frame, without any finger trapping. This was a rare event. Usually, I end up with at least one blood blister or a bit of flesh being scraped off a finger. Hehe! Things were going well! But of course, with my record of 5Fri006Accifauxpas, I was not letting my guard down and remained vigilant to the dangers that lurked from the mega-difficult to use locking device.

I got the right foot first into the sock on the frame, as this was the more painful, obviously. I’m not saying there was not a few silent ‘Oohs’, and ‘Arghs’; but I managed to sock the foot. The left one was far easier to do.

I noticed how bad the fresh papsules were looking as I looked at these shots of the mastering of the Ankle Support Strapping, that I had fitted so easily. Fib-Mode-Engaged!

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The right-hand fingers started to do their electricalish-jumping, so the pictures are not too good this time.

I must admit, with the Ankle-Support fitted, I do feel a lot more confident, especially when the right-leg does one of its Hokey-Cokey routines, or collapse to the right-hand side.

5Fri08The wee-weeing suddenly became very frequent, they were all still of the SSWW, though.

Off to the wet room, and the Porcelain Throne. By gum, what a thud when the evacuation came. I felt a few pounds lighter and somewhat sore afterwards. Hehe!

5Fri08aI checked the hand washing drying.

Made a brew, did the health checks and took the medications. Sys 144, Dia 88, Pulse 59 and Temperature 35.8°c.

WD 84.0.84 I tackled the task of updating the Wednesday blog, and what a job it was today! The dang annoying and frustrating electrifying-fingers, thanks to the Axonotmesis, and the Peripheral neuropathy were at their worst for me this morning. Without doubt, it took me longer than it ever has before, and my will-power, patience, and mental-stamina were tested to the full extent! I definitely spent more time correcting that the original writing! I feel proper, Ferblunjit!

The SSWW type wee-weeings were often coming. Somehow, I think this, with the ever-needing-correcting-typing, is tiring me; if that is possible? My spirits are lower now than when I woke? Ah, feeling-sorry-for-myself Mode, perhaps. Not having that. So I got on with creating this blog. Many hours, corrections and wee-wees later, I went on CorelDraw to make up some ‘Thoughts’ and page-top headers in advance.

Then, I went on TFZer Facebook for a catch-up and photo posting session.

WDPAa I went to get the potato and cheese ready, and getting something out of the cupboard, I pulled out the vinegar, a box of tomato puree and a tin of tomatoes out of the closet – knocked off the basin of potato and cheese, banged my right hand (decent bruise coming up), then lost my rag and sore at myself! It seems every time I get partly contended I forget about the hand and leg shakes. I am now fed up with myself, and have to clean-up and save what I can to make the meal.

Back to depression, and angry with it! That’s not me, usually.

5Fri25Excessive weariness dawned on me. Computer off, and I got some food really early today.

Beans and vegetarian sausage, a beef pasty and instant mash cheesy potatoes.

Sat down to think through how I had let myself get so worked-up and why…

I fell asleep.

WD 84.0.84: When I woke up, I looked at my second-hand £2 wristwatch with its new £10 strap, and really believed it was 06:00hrs in the morning. “Christ! I thought; I’ve had a mega-long sleep! I suppose I must have needed it, great balls of fire… I slept for over fifteen hours!

WD 84.0.84 Continued: I felt great as I got my scarily-flabby again body freed from the £300 second-hand, rickety r6Sat05ecliner, without as much as a twinge from Arthur Itis or Anne Gyna! Off for a wee-wee, of the SSWW variety.

WD 84.0.84 Continued: I got the kettle on, did what I thought were the morning health checks. Sys 137, Sia 70, Pulse 91, The temperature was 40.2°c. I could still taste the cheesy potatoes as I belched doing it. Not like the flavour to stay so long with me. (My Cock-Up, again didn’t dawn on me yet!)

WD 84.0.84 Continued: I thought about Josie’s cheesy nosh and wondered if she wanted it on Saturday for Sunday this week. So I dropped a note in her door asking her to let me know. Bear in mind, as this time, I truly believed it to be Saturday morning. Klutz!

WD 84.0.84WDPAa 6Sat06Continued: I then foolishly took the morning medications! Not the evening ones!

Still, I was blindly and oblivious to what time, day, month or almost anything that was going on, but sillily in a content sort of mood, still thinking I had had a record-breaking length of time asleep, and happy to feel that way! Twit!

WD 84.0.84 Continued: I saw it was raining with a little mist, so I went on the balcony and took these photographs of what was meant to be the morning dew. Humph!

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IMG_0171WD 84.0.84 Continued: I got the hand washing already done on the drier, only the kitchen towel and a cleaning cloth.

I still failed to pick up on anything wrong. Fool!

WD 84.0.84 Continued: I went for another SSWW, although perhaps a little weaker this time. And checked-out the pins at the same time.

WD 84.0.846Sat07 Continued: They looked excessively pale again.

Much less water retention, but too many of the new, I assumed were Axonotmesis caused blotches and growths were back again.

WD 84.0.84 Embarrassingly Discovered: The door chimed-out its Dusty Springfield’s “I only want to be with you!” tune. It was Josie, and what a mess I made of the conversation, as it slowly dawned on me, that it was still Friday, and not Saturday morning yet! When Josie said, “I have just got back from visiting family…” I thought that’s odd, getting home at 07:00hrs in a morning? How disconcerted and abashed I felt as it dawned on me… well it didn’t, Josie had to tell me that it was Friday now! I cringed inwardly, as I got it wrong twice before it sank in! Tsk! Still, I know now that Josie wants her meal tomorrow at 13:00hrs. I thanked her, questioned my sanity, and red-faced. And withdrew into the flat…

I was right ferblunjit now. Confused as it is possible to be. The brain needed convincing of the truth. Mainly, that I was losing it, I had had, only three-hours kip, as opposed to the believed fifteen, it really was still Friday night, and hope for a reasonable recovery was now at a low ebb!

The mix-up got even worse when I opened WordPress on the computer. It took me ages to accept that I had not made an error on the dates of posts, but kept going back to thinking today was Saturday and altering posts, then changing them again, until I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I just hope that things are something like right now.

Supreme Frustration Mode adopted, along with some self-hatred and loathing mused over.

The mind was all at six’s, and seven’s now!

I updated this post. Then went on Facebooking. Then the WordPress Reader.

But, I needed banality, a breather, and most iportantly, not to start the mind working, fretting and wandering… So I made a brew and put the TV on.

Inchcock Today – Monday 3rd June 2019: The day started with a stubbed-toe, Argh! Then things got worse. Honestly!

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2019 June 3

Monday 3rd June 2019

Scottish Gaelic: Diluain 3 Ògmhios 2019

02:40hrs. I woke up in a more bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, perkier mood (this was due to change within ten-minutes, tough, Humph!) this morning. I expected this is because of my long-overdue impending visit to the chiropodist later this morning.

The now regular awakening need of a wee-wee arrived. I extracted my overweight bulbous body from the £300 second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige, tatty, rickety recliner and to the  EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket), and a lengthy evacuation took place.

I was almost ecstatic when I realised that Arthur Itis, Colin Cramps, Leslies Leg-Shaking,
Axonotmesis, Anne Gyna and the Peripheral neuropathy, were all being practically painless to me! This boosted the perkier mood, up to Over-the-Moon status. (Wait for it, here it comes…)

1Mon02WD-A 0.0.128 Suddenly. I decided to get the hand-washing out of the way the first job of the day. So, feeling a little cocky, I poddled to the kitchen without the walking stick; just as I was going over the door tread, I gave myself the worst ever Toe-Stubbing of my life! This immediately activated the Axonotmesis stamping and shaking of the leg – and I repeatedly suffered severe pain every time the foot stamped down on the floor!

WD-A 0.0.128 I made a grab for the counter, to stop myself falling, and caught onto the tray instead of the surface, the server-tray slid, and I went with it, down onto the floor! The memories of last time I went on the floor having the stroke were refreshed, and the pain was genuinely excruciating from the stubbed big toe afterwards. And it hasn’t stopped hurting since. I just hope I have not broken any bones.

Getting back up, I used the method shown to me by Caroline and Sonia. It worked well enough and saved me panicking and using the wristlet emergency alarm. I was barefooted at the time, I limped and hirpled my way to the other room, and belatedly put on the slippers. But they had to come off, it was too painful wearing them. Now I was fretting about my getting to the chiropodist at the Medical Centre.

1Mon01aNothing to do about it, but wait and hope the pain eases, so I can get my shoes on later, and make it to the clinic.

I took the medications, with extra Codeine Phosphate pain-killers. I hope they do not send me to sleep. Huh, I just can’t win, can I?

I tackled the hand-washing. Moved the bath towel, which was not anywhere near dry yet, onto the stand-up airer. Then, I wrang-out the t-shirt and socks best I could and got them drying on the airer.

No calls to the Porcelain Throne yet?

WD-A 0.0.128 To add to my misery, I clouted my elbow on the door edge when hanging up the towel. What a Nebech I am!

WD0.0.128 The fingers were so bad this morning, the faintest touch of the tips against anything at all, and they would start dancing and jumping. However, I discovered the new Canon camera, could be used with the left hand, and still allow the shutter (due to its location nearer the centre top) to be pressed with a left finger. Not perfect, but overall better than trying to use the shaking right hand and fingers. Bit of luck there! But using the keyboard and mouse remains a battle of wills, with the fingers usually winning. I’m taking longer and longer doing the blogs and CorelDrawing. Phwert!

The poorly right foot’s big toe, is still painful, even with the shoes, socks and slippers off. I’m a bit concerned about this, and having to walk and travel with the footwear on, to the bus then clinic. This thought prompted me to check the 40 route bus times on Google.

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1Mon06It may prove difficult, with catching the 09:28hr bus, it is early, I’ll need to pay the £2.30 fare. Too early to use the bus pass. Oh, dear, what do I do? I suppose I’ll have to get the 10:02hrs one. Which will mean waiting for ages to get seen, and another long, late day for me. Humph!

I got the health checks done.

I got the Sunday post finished and sent off to WordPress. The toe is still as lousy pain wise.

Making a start on this post, things with the fingers got even worse. It really is like getting an electric shock sometimes when the finger ends touch anything, and worse if I am pressing harder.

1Mon08WD-A 0.0.128 I went to make a brew. Got the shakes just as I was refilling the kettle – the result, the finger needed some antiseptic cream putting on it, to lessen the sensation from the scolding. I am now officially, fed-up, in constant pain, and missing the nurses so much! Haha! Surely things must get better soon, I thought.

I was wrong!

1Mon07WD0.0.128 I found that I had made a right-cock-up with the blog. I’d made up the template for today’s post, and sent it off to WordPress in error for Sundays! So, I had to delete it, and start all over again, then send the proper one off. Today is proving to be a little fraught Putting it mildly, already!

The chronically painful self-imposed toe-stubbing, having a fall to the floor and getting back up again, the Bruised elbow – most worrying is the agony from the stubbed toe not easing off, though. Will I be able to get the shoes on, to go to the foot clinic? Double-Grumph! No, Treble-Grumph!

1Mon07cI checked the toe as the pain is just not easing off at all, and when it comes in contact with anything, it gets unbearable! The end of the toe was going black, I think.

If this prevents my getting to the foot clinic, then the toes nails will not get cut again, and I’ll suffer even longer… Oh, never mind, I’m sick of things going wrong and fed-up of me cavilling on and pettifogging about things. I’m just not lucky, that’s all.

I set about carefully doing the ablutions, though as quickly as I could, for fear of missing the bus, time was getting on, with all the delays, Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas to date today.

I got readied and set out with the three-wheeler guide. The toe was still extremely painful, so the progress was slow. But, I had set out with I hoped, plenty of time. I met Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model, Warden Deana, on Chestnut Way, and told her of my Accifauxpas to date. A little chinwag, and on to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

1Mon08aI handed some nibbles to Obersturmführeress Warden and Operatic Singer, Julie. And set off on my hobble to Winchester Street to catch the 40 bus to the clinic.

The cars and vans were parked in such a position that I had to go on the roadway to get by some of them. Note the dark car, with its rear wheels about two-foot from the edge of the pavement? As I went onto the road, a residents blackish1Mon09 car zoomed around the bend and came close to clobbering me. I honestly don’t think the driver saw me at all! Grumph! My luck might be changing though, at least she missed me! Tsk!

I had to walk in the road again on Winchester Street. At least there was no traffic on the road this time.

I got to the bus shelter, with 6 minutes to spare before the number 40 bus was due. The driver kindly didn’t move until I was settled in one of the side-saddle seats. It seemed to take no time at all for the bus to get to the Robin Hood Chase bus stop I needed to alight at.

WD0.0.128 A made a bit of a hash of getting off of the bus with the three-wheeled-trolley doing its own thing, Haha!

WD0.0.128 I cross1Mon09aed the St Anns Well Road and began to walk to the Health Centre. When the ignorant imbecile of a pavement Cyclist, weaved his way through some pedestrians, and on to the road. How he missed the chap crossing the road was a miracle. Again, I don’t think the bozo even noticed the gentleman as he shot between the man as he went off of the pavement! Grrr!

I painfully made my way to the centre (The feet and toes!). I inquired of the young receptionists, where I would find the chiropodist room. I was informed it is now called podiatry, and told the way, which I followed. My heart sank when I saw the Age UK, Nottingham banner on the wall. I knew they could not do my toe cutting, last week when they phoned me and refused to treat me, because of the ‘Number of issues’ I have. I really thought this would be another company, but no.

WD0.0.128 They soon located my refusal-paperwork with notes of the Warfarin I’m on, And the replacement ticker, the Axonotmesis, and the Peripheral neuropathy amongst other ailments I suffer from, that prevent them from cutting my toenails! So, I knew there was no chance of any treatment today! There were three ladies, I assume one of them the podiatrist, the other two volunteers from Age UK? They were also so kind to me. And they got their heads together trying to find a way to help me out. I was offered a cup of tea, and they showed patience with me, my getting confused and the hearing problems as well as this mornings toe stubbing, and the scalding of my ane right index finger. The falling over on the floor. The elbow bashing. The Anne Gyna… etc. The lady who I assumed was the Chiropodist took a look at my feet and legs. After a while, two of the women went to call my Dr Vindla for me. They returned to tell me to go home and wait for the Doctor to either call me on the phone or visit me at home this afternoon.

Hope glimmered at me! I thanked them and apologised for getting things mixed up. One of the ladies walked me out of the premises.

I called in the nearby Co-op and got some peas, bread-thins and vinegar. Then walked, (well, limped gingerly), to the bus stop. While waiting, I tried to take a photo of another Pavement Cyclist shooting off of the footpath in front of traffic, this time. But a van came and blocked the view. If you look hard, you might see bits of the cyclist, in pictures 3 & 4. Haha!

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1Mon16I kept pressing the button and got these rather failed shots in. 

WD0.0.128 Moments later, another mindless Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist did the exact same thing, and with is arms folded!

WD0.0.128 I caught the bus and dropping (almost literally), off of the bus on Sherwood Rise. The near accident with the three-wheeled trolley bought the best out in the Nottinghamian people at the bus stop, as I slipped, but kept upright with the cart, while alighting the bus. One looked at me with 1Mon17a sneer and a gone-out expression, one laughed, and the other one showed no interest at all.

I recovered, and now in more pain with the feet and toes, I slowly made my way across the road and down to Chestnut Way.

Taking this photographical gem as I hobbled as gently as I could manage down the hill.

The top of Winchester Street and all of Chestnut Way was snided-out with parked traffic.

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Walking along Chestnut Way, I  snapped these shots of the new and buildings. They are coming along well! Could be finished by November, they say.

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Winchester Court

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The New Winwood Court

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Woodthorpe Court – at the back

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Winwood Heights

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Then pictured some wildflowers on the verge of the now accessible again, footpath. Not too bad, this new camera for taking flowers?

I got a call from one of the Stroke support team, Lucy, I think. She said she’d call the chemist at Carrington. She called me back to tell me that the medications would be delivered in about a week, in blister packs.

I got in and had a wee-wee, washed and got updating this blog. Did up to here, it was now 16:00hrs. Heard nothing from Dr Lona Vindla yet. Feeling very tired, now. Been up for twelve hours or more, now.

I did an amendment to the Morrison order, added some cheapo fabric softener and freshener-granules. Got the oven on to warm up ready for the chips later.

Got the vittles served up1Mon33. Chips, yellow tomatoes and some Polish pork loin (Sopocka) wholemeal bread thin sarnies, an apple, and a lemon mousse. Ate all of this prandicle up, with degust. A flavour-rating 0f 8/10 given to this feast.

Washed up, and got settled down in the ancient might be worth something to a collector (50p?), recliner.

I sid a few photos of the extremely painful stubbed toe.

Not a pretty sight. Obviously, the mission to get the toenails cut is still being thwarted by my having, ‘Too many issues’ for the chiropodists to cut my nails!

Sometimes, when agony dawns, and there is no sight nor hope of things improving, one can get terribly depressed. But, and however, this stage has not yet been reached by Inchcock… But it’s damned close! Hahaha!