Inculpable Inchcock, Thursday 21st January 2021, Diary

Some TFZers going for a McDonalds?

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Thursday 21st January 2021

Russian: Четверг, 21 января 2021 г

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Incorruptible Inchie, Wednesday 20th January 2021, Diary

TFZers Thomas

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Wednesday 20th January 2021

Swahili: Jumao tarehe 20 Januari 2021

00:25hrs: I came back to semi-consiousness, the first thought was of the Iceland delivery that is due, and will they send any bread this time?

As I glanced at the notepad, I did my best to read what I had written down lat night. But it was a forlorn hope, although I do seem to recall having a cracking headache as I got my head down?

Then, as is a regular occurrence, the instant, urgent need for a wee-wee arrived. And the diurnally battle to get my flubber-blubber-bellied body out of the second-hand, c1968 recliner, up onto my feet. This morning it was a relatively easy task. But the pains from Harold’s Haemorrhoids were as bad as they have been for many months. Caught my balance easily enough, and I wobbled over to the overnight-wee-wee-bucket.

Another record broke here, I reckon. I passed more in this one visit than ever before! It took me so long, I thought I’d never stop! I was baffled at how so much liquid could have come from the stomach. (Then again, confusedness does come to me so easily) 

I went to get a bottle of the made-up spring-water and cordial, for there was a thirst-and-a-half on me this morning. I took this photo from the light & view-blocking window of the morning view. The wind was howling, yet I could still hear the ‘Hum’ as well? As I closed the window, the rain started to come down.

Heckithump! Back to the bucket for another wee-wee! Another marathon session. Not blasting, but I had no control over the flow, on and on it went again. Now, the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) needed emptying. A big bucket, it is too! I emptied and sanitised it, and washed the hands. I replaced it near the computer, cause it was obviously going to be needed again. Tsk!

I fetched the bottle and started the computer. I got the photos uploaded into CorelDraw, and titivated them top look a bit better than they did, which was not good.

Five minutes into doing this, and yet another incumbent wee-wee was needed. Not quite as long this one, but it started to hurt a bit towards the end, and for the first time, there was some PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling)

By the time I’d got the photos done, and in the WordPress gallery, the two-litre bottle of spring water had all been drunk! I washed my hands and went to make up and refill the bottle. I also spotted that the airlessness thingy, supplied by Nottingham City Homes, showed a temperature and humidity as both being in the green, only just, but this was far better than yesterday.

I pressed on with the WordPressing and got the Tuesday diary updated. Nicodemus and SSS were both being so kind to me… But of all ailments, Colin Cramps was giving me bother in the left-hand fingers. Usually (and regularly) he does this at night after I settle done in the c1968 recliner. But now he was having a ball with me, Gawd blimey, he was! I got the Phorpain gel, I and had a good rubbing in session. Of course, it doesn’t help ease the pain, but the doctors say the rubbing in helps? I realised I had not taken the morning medications yet, so I did along with an extra Zapain that the mystery tenant angel gave me.

The Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometer, gave a much better reading this time. SYS down to 156. DIA to 81, and the Pulse at 82.

This was a pleasant change for me.

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was a little higher, at 37.3°c, but it was still with a been background colour, so it must be within range methinks.

Oh, dearie me! Back to the NWWB, and getting fed-up with it (Hehehe!), I had one more marathon session. This time, there was no PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) or PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling). Another long session. Washed the hands, and noted that Harold’s Haemorrhoids were getting even more painful, why? I suppose it’s because I’m doing such a lot of sitting down at the computer?

While I was up, I made some waste bags and got them into the box on the three-wheeler walker in the hallway.

As I got on with the updating, I also noticed that warm, wet sensation from the rear end! Damnations, the haemorrhoids were bleeding! Off to the wet room, and cleaned and medicated Harold’s area. Got new PPs on (this is costing me a fortune!) Washed up and returned to the computerisationing.

Despite Harold, Colin and stopping for wee-wees (three-times!), I got the blog finished. Posted it off, Pinterested pictures, and Emailed the link. Did some Facebooking, and realised that I had not had a wee-wee for an hour? Not complaining, mind!

Then went on the WP comments. Next, the WordPress Reader section.

Made a brew of 99 tea, the first cuppa today. Then made a start on this post, but Colin Cramps is still playing me up, so, things will take a long time to get done… if at all!

Off to get the ablutions done, all but a shower that is. With the Iceland delivery due to come so early. I’ll get the shower later on. The toothache was baddish. Not a single cut shaving. Soon done, and out to the computer, oh, after making a mug of Glengettie.

I didn’t get far, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrives, and with the Iceland delivery that could arrive at any time – bad timing! I rushed things along as best I could – and believe it or not, the evacuation apart from painful, with pushing thing, was almost perfect. Not smelly, or messy. And cleared in one flush!

Back on the computer, and the wee-wee demands reignited. Humph! And this one was a marathon again! Colin Cramps was getting even worse now, so I had a look to see if any Codeines were in the pods. What a mess they were in! The spill cover was loose, and all this week’s medications are mixed up, some pods with two tablets in, and others with nine!

It’s not been a good day up to now, has it? As I thought this, EQ indicated it was going to get worse – he’s never wrong! My spirits sank, and the bottom lip started to protrude. Hehehe!

I got dressed properly, I and made another tasty brew of Glengettie tea.

The intercom sounded and lit up, aha, the Iceland deliveryman arrived. I let him in, and got my facemask on and waited at the front door for him. He put the bags through the door for me, and off he trotted with a can of rum in thanks.

As I was taking the carriers through to the kitchen, it dawned on me that there were only three of them? I was sure I ordered more than that.

But of course, I could have made mistakes on the order. It has been known for me to (not much!) Hehe! I looked at the email with the list of products. Oh, dearie me! A little short of the essentials today! EQ was right again!

Next, I decided to get the showering done, before starting on the CorelDrawing graphics. Then realised I’d not got my Yakult on, I’d left it in the wet room. 

So, I trudged off to fetch it, as it was getting colder, or I was anyway. I foolishly thought that I’d coped wellish with today’s Whoopsiedangleplop, Hah!

Granglesknackersbuggerit!

I’d only left the hot water tap (faucet) running in the wetroom sink! The water was stone cold! And would not heat up until about 17:00hrs. So much for taking a shower, then!

Of course, this didn’t make me boiling mad at myself, start name-calling and insulting me, oh, no! self-hatred and loathing didn’t come into my mind at all. Depressed? Me? No!… This lying lark is not good! I was self-conscious about my repeated failures, memory blanks, inability to comprehend, and knowledge that things are not going to get better! I could have flooded the poor soul/s in the flat below! Just pure chance that the overflow coped with it, and although belatedly, I found out in time to avert a disaster. I got an acidy taste in the mouth, self-hatred, most likely.

I got some mushroom cooking in the crock-pot, added some Squid and malt vinegar, and sea salt. I was not concentrating as I did it, and dropped the salt pot. Somehow, it didn’t matter, at the moment.

I had a peep at the YourArea Emagazine, for updates to the Coronova locally and weather.

I forced myself to try CorelDrawing again, at least Colin Cramps was easing off at last, then remembered seeing an email from Jenny earlier, and opened it. I sent a reply. I hope they are doing alright down there in their flat. Jenny has Nora living with her while the lockdown is on, a wonderful gesture, the dear Doris appreciates it so much and deserves it.

Back to CorelDrawing at last. I got just one graphic done, sad innit?

The weariness fell as I got the nosh prepared. This meal was so easy to prepare, nowt hot, so no worries over the oven not working. It’s a shame that Iceland failed to deliver the other three packs of cooked meat and the bread, else I’d be able to make more easy meals, especially as I enjoyed this one so much. The taste-rating of 8/10 given.

Between eating, getting the pots washed and taking the evening medications, I needed three wee-wees! I prayed that they would not interrupt my sleep. Or even worse – any escapages would be suffered overnight! Please!

What a great, nights kip it turned out to be! ♥

I put a Die Hard, DVD,

I soon fell asleep and stayed wee-wee free!

I dreamed, but memories didn’t come back to me,

Had a straight five hours sleep, so you see,

I was just waking up, that spoilt my glee!

Mind you, then I needed another wee-wee!

Inconversant Inchie, Tuesday 19th January 2021, diary

♥ Cinematical TFZers ♥

Tuesday 19th January 2021

Maori: Turei 19 o Hanuere 2021

00:30hrs: The demand for a wee-wee welcomed me as I woke up. I bravely forced my unfortunately ever-heavier stomached body from the comfort of the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly-beige-coloured, rickety, uncomfortable, recliner. Up on to my feet. I caught my balance, visited the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). I had an LPPP (Long-Powerful-Persistent-Peeing) session), followed by a period of CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribbling),  that surprisingly, lasting for minutes!

I made a brew and washed the pots from last night that I’d left to soak.

Took a photo of the morning view, not a good one, now the Nikon camera has conked-out, I have to use the Canon camera, which doesn’t take night shots well. And then started updating the Monday blog.

And got it completed in record time, I think. NN (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters) and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), were the only ailments that gave me any problems, they were both only intermittent, and I coped amazingly well. To start with, thus, my Smug-Mode was engaged for a while. I do hope they still behave when I have to take the shave!

The six wee-wees taken during the updating were of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) style, and the CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribbling), but only a few drops and much weaker than the first one.

All done, I posted off the diary. Sent the Email links. Pinterested a couple of snaps. And delved into Facebook updating…

This was when the Smug-Mode died. NN, SSS and even Neuropthy Pete gave me a sat-down right leg dance! With the c1962 cabinet where I was seated on the computer, which still has some heavy wooden doors. I involuntarily tested their sturditity with my shin, ankle and knee a few times. Which set of CCP (Cathy’s Cartilage Protella) hurting somewhat. That bit of good luck didn’t last long! But at least I got the updating done with relative ease, so, I’m not moaning… much, anyway! Hehehe!

After the Facebooking was done, I went on the WP comments, then over to the WordPress Reader section.

Each of the four wee-wees taken during the Facebooking updating was of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) style again, but the CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribbling) was far less.

Ah, the joys and mysteries of an ageing bladder! Hehe!

The morning summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and I poddled to the wet-room. It was almost an exact repeat of yesterdays messy evacuation, but this time, with a decent amount of pain as the bale of straw looking torpedo gained its freedom. (It felt about the same size too!) Several manual refills of the tank were needed to clear the product, and some BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) annoying bending to clean things up. After cleaning up the room and myself, I generously stayed a lot of air freshener in the wet room, before leaving. The silver-lining search: At least I didn’t walk into the door frame going in or out. No, Dizzy Dennis, Balance-Loss-Brian, or tumble visits. It could have a worse session!

I was now nothing like I was when I got up this morning! The ailments were gathering, giving me grief, and I decided to take an extra pain-killer, with the morning medications, and make a brew of Glengettie. Which, I did.

After taking the medications, I carried out the Health Checks. Starting with the BP on the Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer. The SYS had come down from 184 to 170, and the Pulse from Sundays high of 91, yesterdays 66, now 75.

The Amazon bought, (for a very reasonable cost of £29), Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was of 36.9°c. It was up a smidge, but it is still in the green on the reading, so nae bother there to fret about at all.

I tried to get a graphic or two done on CorelDraw before it was time for the ablutioning to be done.

Ablutionalisationing Report:

As I went into the hallway en route to the wet-room, some idiot had left the mop and bucket in the hallway. Ahem! There followed a toe-stubbing right on the metal clasp of the wringer-outerer, at the bottom! It was a singularly painful one! Of course, I didn’t swear, or anything like that, or call myself ‘a stupid, thick ♫%£+ing idiot, either! Ahuh! I had a little talking to and admonishing myself, and swore to be more careful in future. Don’t know why I bothered really!

I got on with the shaving, pretty pleased with timing for once. ‘The Goon Show’ was about to start, on Radio Four-Extra, Grrreat!

As I was getting the shaving tackle off of the trolley, I… wait for it… stubbed my toe against the wheel! Silver-lining: it was a different toe, and not so keen as the first one! My language was all calm, not self-depreciative, I did not spit, and there was none-cursing. Ahem! I just plodded on.

The shaving had only a few dropsies, and just the one, I say, One, tiny nick. I did a decent job with the new Bic razors, too. , then I thought it best to abandon it, with things seeming to be on a run of bad luck.

Moved into the shower, after cleaning another of the multitude of black spots off of the floor. (I do a little patch each time I shower, Gawd I’m a good lad, I am at times!) I had a super-shower, a good scrub-up, used the brush and loofah! No banging into the grab bars, Dizzy Dennis’s, Loss of Balance Bernards!

The pins, hooves and tootsies looked in fine form. I dried off and got the medicationing done. Olive-oiled the ear holes. Next, I creamed the furuncle and carefully Germoloided Harold’s Haemorrhoids. They did sting bit! Then Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s and Cathy Cartilage’s knees. Put the eye drops in. Nasal hygiene sprayed the nostrils. Cleaned the spectacles, decoked the hearing aids and checked the batteries… It’s a job and a half every day! There is another dollop of advice for the whippersnappers. About what they might expect when they are growing old! Hahaha!

I got the PP’s on and exited the wet room. To go and get some clothes on. As I was struggling into the trouser, I realised I had not done my teeth cleaning!

I returned to the wet room, giving myself a third toe-stubbing on the mop bucket, that I had failed to move on the first stubbing! Somehow, this had a relaxing effect on me. The third stubbing of the day, surely that’ll be it, they say things happen in threes?

Got the teeth cleaned without too much bother. Then I got some waste bags made up and, and along with the masses of recycling bags and carton, I filled up the trolley and box.

This could be dodgy, I thought, getting the trolley to the chute and then down the lift to the caretakers’ bins, with any spillage, dropsies or other calamities!

I had a bit of bother getting the badly-balanced three-wheeler trolley out of the door into the lift’s lobby, and even more, bother getting it through into the lift lobby.

But being the confident, young, strong, capable stalwart that I am, I pressed on and got to the waste chute-room without the slightest bit of bother Ahem! Alright then, I got in trapped a finger in the iron chute lid, dropped three bags, clouted my head against the wall, when going down to pick one of the bags up. And coming back out, the left-hand knuckle got a bash against the door frame.

I got in a lift, and as I exited on the ground floor, the route to the main lobby door was blocked by signed and cones from the workmen who were doing the upgrading work. Nae bother for me, I used the fire exit out to the bin area. Robert, the caretaker, was not there, he can’t always be, he’s other jobs all over the flats. I dropped the box’s and bags where the bins usually are, but not today.

I hobbled along Chestnut Way in the drizzle, to the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) Interrogation and holding cell office.

As I got into the Winwood Court foyer, a sharp dizzy-spell nearly had me over! It left me a little confused and worried afterwards. It only lasted about 30 seconds, but I had to wait a while before moving on. What next! Took this snap of inside Winwood Court.

No lights were seen in the office, so I retreated, back out in the light drizzle, and made my way back towards Woodthorpe Court. I heard a voice, and I turned around, it was ILC, Desk Top Dancer, Warden Deana calling me from the Holding Cells window. I returned to the office. She asked if I knocked on the door, but I could not remember the dizzy coming on. We had a distanced natter, Deana, Warden and Ice-skating champion Warden Julie, and I.

I departed, and the drizzle had stopped as I limped along.

Welsh William passed on his way to the bus stop. Not seen him for about three months now, but I don’t go out on the bus nowadays, of course. Jealous? Me? Yes!

I got back inside the building via the caretaker fire door.

Not a soul in sight, I reckon the working lads must have been on their tea-break.

I got through the passage and into the lift lobby.

The way is still blocked off, no access to the front door. The chaps seem to be making some headway in the upgrading. No rush, we’ve had it for four years now, I think… definitely three. Finding a protected Pipistrelle bat, then the holidays, then the Coronavirus, it must have been a nightmare for Nottingham City Homes. Well, some of the residents ain’t too happy about it. But it can’t be helped. Hehe!

As I got up to the floor, I met Robert, the caretaker, with few words.

Got in the flat, I put the trolley away, and finished washing the Manufactured in Pakistan, long-sleeved shirt, all done, wrung and hung to dry.

I got the photos sorted and used then to update this blog. It dawned on me then, I haven’t had a wee-wee for over two hours? Confusing!

I was getting in a pickle with the food deliveries, and I made an order for next Monday from Iceland. 06:00 > 08:00hrs.

Then had a look at the latest Coronavirus figures I could find, for Nottingham. Which showed a slight bit of optimism at least, a drop in numbers I thought. Then I came across this report, about where I live in Sherwood. This was not good! Yet still, people go out every day on the buses.

I’d love to go out shopping, but it wouldn’t be fair to others.

I pressed on with the updating of this diary. It is hard work with Nicodemus and SSS, both giving me jerks and making me make so many errors repeatedly.

I made a brew… still no more wee-wees?

The rain had stopped all together now, but the view when I took these photographs, from the thick-framed, hard to get at to clean, light and view-blocking kitchen window, was looking decidedly somewhat threatening.

I was getting so tired now, and I thought about what to have for a nosh. Making my mind up can sometimes be an impossibility, so quisquous. I’ll check the use-by dates, then have the shortest, methinks.

The cooked smokey bacon had the shortest date on it. So I got a carton of chopped tomatoes, with some added basil oregano and sea salt. Warmed up the fruit and juice, and added the bacon. I think I may have put a little too much basil in, but I still enjoyed it—a flavour-rating of 7½/10. I had the last of the bread with it, but I hope some more will be delivered in the morning from Iceland.

I found some scribbled notes on the pad I was using to recall thing to put on here in the morning. But at this moment in writing, I’m blown if I can decipher it. Maybe, perchance a Doctor might read this, and can help me out? Hehehe!

I got the TV on and found a Sherlock Holmes episode showing. Ah, that’ll do me! I thought.

ZZZ!

Infamous Inchie, Sunday 17th January 2021

♥ TFZer, Janet, Henry in the sink, me cleaning the windows, Haha! ♥

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Sunday 17th January 2021

Hawaiian: Lāpule 17 Lanuali 2021

 00:50hrs: I woke up, reinvigorated, stimulated and filliped, ready for anything Coronvirus, hobgoblins or apparitions could throw at me!

Well, not really! I needed the Porcelain Throne and a wee-wee, Cathy Cartilage was painfully for me, getting her own back for my falling on her twice last night as the right leg gave way. And, the Worldwide ‘Hum’ all around, and noise from machinery above were niggling at me. The problems with CorelDraw and the Computer milled about teasingly, goadingly, in my head! Doing me no good at all.

I extracted my overly-stomached body from the c1968 recliner, and carefully caught my balance while holding back the getting more urgent need for the Throne and Wee-wee. As speedily as I could to keep safe from toppling, falling, or losing balance, I walked the funny walk to the wet room, without any incidents. (Which was excellent!)

The evacuation flowed freely, but it was again a gooey, sticky affair. The passing was fine, only the cleaning up afterwards bothered me. This is getting ridiculous lately. I’m performing the task quickly and painlessly enough. Then having to spend twenty-times as long, in cleaning up and get the cistern to cope! Humph! Nobody warned me about the risks I’d face when taking evacuations in my dotage. Hehehe!

I washed and got straight on the computer to get the updating done. I knew it would be a long job, with last nights Prescriptions arriving late, and the computer problems earlier. I made a start with crossed fingers, (nor literally, I can’t cross them anyway nowadays, although Colin Cramps is very good at distorting them).

I pressed on for hours. As I was close to finishing, I thought ‘Hello, I’m doing well here, no grammar problems showing from Grammarly’ (My spell checker). Then saw that the Grammarly icon was not showing on the page? Shucks! More problems!

I could not work out what was wrong. So, I went on the Grammarly site to ask for help, but could not find any. So then I checked on Google for assistance. One bit of advice looked promising – until I went back on here and right clicked the ‘Inspect Elements’, then the screen filled with what to me was gibberish. Of course, it was all technical stuff, that left me in a misunderstanding pickle!

I closed down WordPress and restarted it – No good; still, no Grammarly working.

I turned everything off, closed down, and restarted the machine again. Aha, Grammarly is back!

But it wasn’t working correctly. The pop-up showed that issues needed attention, but nothing was highlighted on the page, and, as usually would happen, it would come up on the screen, and then the leaf-tick comes up, to say all is well. When I’ve corrected it. But not now. I’m getting more wee’d off all the time!

No choice left but to carry on and not get bothered by it (impossible of course).

I got the blog posted off and then sent the email link. Then Pinterested a snap or two. On Facebooking catch-up. Next, a call to the Porcelain Throne Mark-2 arrived. Just the same as the first visit, messy! Tsk!

I tended to the belated Health Checks.

The Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, showed that the SYS was creeping back up a smidge at 163. The DIA as well, to 86, and the Pulse was nice and calm at 81 recorded.

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, was in the green again, at 36.8°c.

I got the made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket, that I bought nine-years ago from Primark put in to soak, ready for handwashing later, and the I wobbled-off to get the ablutioning done. Got in the wet room, and had a paramnesia driven memory-moment, and just had to go back to check if I’d left the tap running in the kitchen sink (Tsk!), all was okay.

The knees looked a lot better this morning, and some colour had returned to the skin, not a lot, I think the lighting in the wet-room gave this impression.

An excellent session today: Total dropsies of about eight. The teeth hurt obviously. BPB was bothersome in the shower. No Shaking Shaun visits tumbles or bangs either! The medicationalisationing went well!

Dressed, and off to get my made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket, that I bought nine-years ago from Primark, hand-washed, all done, rung and hung above the kitchen sink to drip dry.

As I turned around and down to but the washing liquid back in the under the cupboard, BPB Back-Pain-Brenda) gave me a twinge like never before, almost electric-shock-like! Not very nice that!

But no time to stew over it, as I grasped the draining board to help heave my horrifically over-bellied body back upright, along came SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) with the most inopportune timing. The cluttered with pots, pans, jars etc., draining tray, were dispatched to the floor!

The painful job of getting down and up to retrieve the contents started off RR (Reflux Roger), and RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis), and I was in a picklement pain-wise! Which, was tempered by my taking a Zapain tablet. (Thanks again to the mystery donor, much appreciated) I was a smidge groggy for a while, but I soon began to feel betterer.

So much so, I slowly and carefully made up some waste bags and got them in the walker guide box. I got things ready near the door to take them to the rubbish-chute room, and another stupefaction moment, where I just have to double-check things. I felt something had been missed, not done, or left in a dangerous state?

I returned to the kitchen, but found things in a mess, yes. Still, nowt obviously of danger, nothing dangerous on the floor, all the retrieved stuff from the floor things seemed safe, no taps (faucets) left running… but I still had this nagging sensation that I’d not done something I was going to, or needed to? Grumph!

Off to the waste chute, not a soul about for me to pester and talk to. Hehehe! Got the things down the chute easily enough, RR, and RAI seemed to be easing off (The Zapains seem to be working quickly) but as I hobbled back to the flat CC (Cathy Cartilage) started giving me some bother. Yer can’t win ’em all!

Back to the flat, I put the trolley in the corner and got on the computer. Visited the WordPress Reader. Then had a look at the WP comments.

Then decided to look for some delivery slots available for next week. I got one at Sainsbury’s, for a week time, next Sunday, 06:30 > 07:00hrs. Made an order and got it confirmed, but I had to change my password? But would I last out until then for fodder?

After some thought, I made an Iceland order, got it in for Wednesday 20th, 06:00hrs > 08:30hrs. At least the bread, and milk should last out.

The fatigue came earlier and suddenly today. I had to stop. But I needed to get Josies’ nosh prepared, and decided to make my own at the same time, very early on. I delivered Josie’s dead on time again and then returned to get my own done and sorted. Got the pots washed before settling down. Gawed I was feeling drained, now.

The nosh was eaten slowly and enjoyed. Flavour-rating 6.5/10.

I couldn’t understand how my batteries were failing so early. I got up and took the tray and bits to the sink, returned and plonked down in the recliner, but the TV on, but saw none of it, until I woke up five hours later at 22:00hrs! Semi-refreshed…

What an odd day!

 

Irritating Inchie, Saturday 16th January 2021 – Diary

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Saturday 16th January 2021

Finnish: Lauantaina 16 Tammikuuta 2021

01:35hrs: I slowly stirred back into life, of sorts. A sudden, almost panic began, from somewhere I thought that something was wrong in the kitchen! No smells, I don’t think. I struggled out of the c1968 recliner, and I limped to the kitchenette but found nothing untoward, and I had a good look around, windows shut, taps not running… was it a dream?

I was not properly balanced, so I took my time and returned to the main junk room. Thought were coming pretty fast into the brain, but leaving at the same rate of knots.

I got my Myanmar, (Burmese) made zip-up jacket on. Changed into the reading glasses, had a weak wee-wee, washed my hands, and started the Health Checks. The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was fine, at 36.6°c.

♫ I really can’t stay, Baby it’s cold outside, I gotta go away, Baby it’s cold outside, This evening has been, Been hoping that you’d dropped in, So very nice, I’ll hold your hands they’re just like ice ♫… Sorry about that, I got carried away!

Pleasingly, the Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer SYS was not too high compared to earlier readings, at 156. And, the pulse was steady at 85.

I nipped back into the kitchen to get a made-up bottle of spring water and lime cordial.

I opened the window, Gawd it was cold out there… (♫ I really can’t stay, Baby it’s cold outside, I gotta go away, Baby it’s cold outside, This evening has been, Been hoping that you’d dropped in, So very nice, I’ll hold your hands they’re just like ice ♫…) Sorry about that, I got carried away!☺

I snapped this photograph of Chestnut Way’s car park in front of the building, below. Back to the computer, taking another weak-wee-wee en route, and back on the computer.

I determinedly pressed on with the updating of the Friday Diary. Got it finished, although it took me longer than usual with interruptions to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, on and off repeatedly for periods of a few seconds, up to a full minute. But I resisted going into a Smug-Mode, after yesterday’s experiences.

All done at long last Hurrah!), then I posted it off to WordPress, emailed the link. Had a weak wee-wee, washed, returned and Pinterested some bits, and went on the Facebooking updating on the TFZ site, then the Woodthorpe Heights. Spent a good while on there, and went on the WordPress-Reader section. Had a weak-wee-wee. Washed my hands and went on the WP commenting.

Belatedly, I made a start on this post. Stopped to make a brew, have a weak-wee-wee, wash my hands, and took the morning medications (It was grand to be able to take an extra pain-killer, thanks to the unknown, kind donor, who posted some through my door yesterday, thanks again!)

I got an inspiration to write the Advice funny at the top of this page, well, second graphic down. I made it up and did it with a graphic. It’s nowhere near my best work, but for some reason, I found it so zanily humorous, so kept it in. I hope people like it and get a laugh. If anyone does, I’ll offer it to the Tate Gallery for a modest fee. Hahaha!

I lost a lot of time already with my getting sidetracked, but did it again, and went on a hunt for Alt codes to use. I found a few and put them on the Notepad for later.

Hello, some more comments have come in, I’ll have a decker. Just the two, replied to them and went to make another mug of tea, and had another weak-wee-wee! I reckon I’ve missed a Furesomide in the medicational muddle?

I then went on CorelDraw to get some template graphics done, I’m well behind with them. Crockledimdogs! Another visit to the wet room, Blimus!

Back to CorelDrawing, and within a minute into working, and the door chimes rang out.

It was the postman, bringing the Amazon sold razors. A box of 200 razors in packs of five. Outstanding value, too.

Back to the CorelDrawing.

: Having done only one graphic, CorelDraw Problems, or rather, I created CorelDraw problems! Or, maybe a more accurately, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters caused me CorelDraw problems! I lost the document palette! The nerve ends died as I was trying to move the palette, and I lost it altogether. I was getting more and more frustrated, I could not remember how to move palettes with the mouse, spent hours trying this and that in the options and customisation sections, getting nowhere with it.

Sister Jane

Then the landline burst forth flashing. Sister Jane, calling. I took this photo a couple of years ago of her, in the Nottingham Slab Square.

We had a long chinwag, ashamedly I could not concentrate properly with worrying about the CorelDraw problems. I learnt what I was doing wrong, as is natural when she calls me, Big Sister, you see. (Hahaha!) I

was eating the wrong foods, going to bed too early, and other things I can’t remember, 

In the morning, I added this photo of her and Pete’s visitors in their garden. A family of Squirrels that have taken up residence nearby. They call twice every day for their treats on monkey nuts.

Back to the nightmare with the computer. I went on the web asking for help, and it took me three hours of differently formulated questions, to find a DVD that helped with the problem. Another hour of farting about getting it wrong, and suddenly I got the palette back, but it was empty!

I lost more time trying to sort this out and gave up. I was frustrated, and so wee’d off! And the weariness was coming on.

I gave up on computing, my hopes and plans destroyed! Ah, well, I turned off the computer and got some nosh sorted out. As I got the Ghilli-Con-Carne, red peppers and tomatoes in the saucepan, oh dearie me…

All of the Peripheral Neuropathy related ailments all kicked-in, well not all of them. No leg dancing, loss of balance but SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), Shaking Shaun, and Cathy Cartilage gave me what for!

A nasty bout, this one, but thank goodness it was a short one. I was growing more tired than ever now. But I pressed on and got the meal served up. I overdid the quantity a bit, and couldn’t eat all of the rolls, but destroyed the CCC and potatoes. A taste-rating was a worthy 8/10.

Washed and got the jammie-bottoms on, and down in the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner, and turned on the TV, I can’t remember what it was I was going to watch, but I failed to anyway – blissfully! Off into the land of Sweet Morpheus, I drifted in no time at all. Zzzz!

An hour or so later, I sprang wide-awake, as if I’d just had an electric shock! The realisation that the Prescriptions were being delivered today bounding about in my head! Sheer alarm and panic gripped my and hastened by the bulbous wobbly body from the recliner, with the intentions of getting to the front door post-haste to see if they had been put through the door for me, as it was well past the normal delivery time.

Unfortunately, as I got in the hallway, I instead hastened down on my knees to the floor, and the right leg knee, (Cartilage Cathy’s) gave way. There was no time for self-pitying, I hauled my enormous girth back up onto my feet…

And I crumpled down again! This time, I crawled into the wet room and dolloped a load of Phorpain gel all around the patella. Then used the shower chair to get my bulk back up on my feet again. All the time, worrying about the prescriptions milling about in my head.

I got to the flat’s door, there was not anything outside or inside medicine wise. Had he or she been and left? Will they be coming later? I put the facemask on, in case anyone did come, and thought I’d check the mobile and email to see if the chemist had been and had sent a message… Panicking a bit here, but still found time to fit a spot of nervousness in about the CorelDraw problem! Come one worry – Come all! Hehe!

Moments later, the intercom rang out, it was Carrington Pharmacy owner, Deepak BSc Pharm Hons, delivering my prescriptions for me. For once, thank heavens he was late, else I might have been asleep otherwise, Phew! He dropped the prescription pack in a box, on the floor for me, and I thanked him. Nice to be told I was not looking very well. Hehehe! Bless him.

Once I took them to the kitchen to sort out, I realised that Cathy Cartilage was really giving me some stick, although it was my own fault for falling on her twice! Flibbledonkackles!

Ah, well, life may not be exactly suant, and I may be in pain, CorelDraw is worrying me, but after a quick Silver-Lining Search: Things could be much worse. I got the prescriptions delivered, Cathy Cartilage is already getting less painful, I had a marvellous CCC for dinner, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna have both been kind to me today. Yep, things are good! Who am I kidding!

Back down in the recliner, it took a while, but sleep did return.

Intangible Inchie, Friday 15th January 2021 – Diary

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Friday 15th January 2021

German: Freitag, 15. Januar 2021

22:50hrs: Woke up wanting a wee-wee. (Nothing new there then!) The brain seemed to engage quicker than it normally does, and within seconds I was tugging dragging and humping my wobbly-bellied, oversized stomached body from the recliner, and got up, caught my balance, and visited the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). Only to find the complete opposite of yesterday morning.

Gone was the overly-keen, almost hosepipe-like jets of relief, replaced with a reluctant, trickling, splattering, spraying all over the place wee-wee! Worse, it needed a lot of pressure applied to start and keep the flow going? A bit of a hard job, painful, and took me ages too. But, at least there was no PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) or PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling). Whilst performing this act, I cheered up considerably when I remembered the mystery donator’s pain killers could be taken later. (Thanks again, whoever it was who helped me!)

I poddled off to wash my hands and other areas in need, then to the kitchen to get the kettle on. I took this snap of the now snow-free view from the can’t get at to wash, new thick-framed, dirty, light & view-blocking windows.

Started the Health Checks, and the Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer reading, was fantastic! The SYS had tumbled down to 150. The DIA down by one and the pulse had dipped a lot, done to 89! Grrreat!

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer,  was again almost spot-on the button at 36.6°c in the green. I’m doing well this week with my body temperature readings.

I took the medications next, with the gone-cold tea. It was a pleasant experience, having the kindly-donated Zapain® to ease the Toothache Thomas, Cathy’s Cartilage and Ann Gyna, and it worked, too!

A grumble from the innards, and involuntary, endogenous passing of wind from the rear end, had me abandoning things on the computer, and hastening like lighting to the wet-room in need of the Porcelain Throne. Well, I mean hobbling to the wet room, then!

Another change from yesterday’s visit. I got down on the raised seat, and things would not start, but splatterings and wind were coming straight away. I had a go at the crossword book, no sooner picked it up, and the movement began. Another big-dollop, sticky, gooey and messy in the extreme!

The cistern did not clear things after the third flush. It took three or four hand refills to do that, and ‘bits’ were still coming back up? I spent ages cleaning up. What a Pallava it was!

Back onto the computer, and uploaded the photos from yesterday and this morning, to CorelDraw. Readied them for the blog, and opened WordPress. Made a start updating the Wednesday diary. Got the update finished after a few hours, and I made another mug of Glengettie.

The morning view, photographed from the light & view-blocking kitchenette window, made eerie pictures.

I Pinterested a couple of pictures, then sent the Email link off. Then caught up with the Facebooking. Perused the WordPress Reader Section, some brilliant photos on there today. The ones from Tim Price in New Mexico, are well worth a look, here’s the link:

Cranes, mallards, skies, owls, and Spunk the cat

Then I thought about my coenaculous desires, I and got some breakfast made.

I could have a look at the new Lockdown instructions at the same time, perhaps. But plans got delayed when I picked up the multiple 4-four sheets to have a quick perusal off.

By the time I’d read one page, and started on the other side of it, I’d forgotten what I’d just read before! However, I persevered and managed to read all of the pages.

No Smug-Mode, though. Cause I reckon only about 10% of the content actually sank in. Most of what I read I’m already doing!

I made a brekkers. Mini pork pies, tomatoes, grapes, dried onions, a Marmite cheese disc, oh, and three little thin slices of the buttered Milk Roll loaf, none left now, Tsk! I will eat the food. Hahaha!

The wee-wees are far less often than yesterday, weaker, and more dribblier!

Ah, well, washed the pots and off to get the ablutions done.

Ablutionalisationing Report:

  • I stripped and into the wet room, I noticed the patellas seem to be doing their own thing? Of course, both are affected by Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, but the right one has CC (Cathy Cartilage) to contend with, and thus, is usually the more painful of the two, as today. The marked difference in appearance, odd lumps etc. has not been noticed before. Still, it gives a bit of character to the photograph, don’t you think? I reckon that one leg is getting fatter than the other? Haha!
  • On the bright side, the pins and feet didn’t look bad at all!
  • Not an easy session compared to the last two, which have been far less bothersome, Starting with the teeth cleaning, no bother from the tooth, that’ll be the pain killers helping, but the dropsies were unbelievable. I dropped the toothbrush (several times, Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were on and off), and the toothpaste. As I returned the toothbrush to the tray, SSS (Shuddering Shoulder-Shirley) made me knock, the bottle of Brut aftershave, razor pot, and nasal spray off of the trolley. The bottle broke! On the bright side, it smells lovely in the wet room now!
  •  The spray nozzle on the nasal hygiene spray broke!
  • I had a few knocks on many hard surfaces, picking up and cleaning things. And I ended up with BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) giving me some stick with all the bending.
  • The Shaving went well, mind you: one tiny cut, and only two dropsies, no injuries.
  • The showering had its moments; I was doing nicely thank you, until SSS reappeared, and wrapped my knuckles on the grab rail, I swore, and then dropped the shower gel bottle, which landed on my right foot and toe! I swore again!
  • The drying off went smoothly, no accifauxpas, no spillage or knocking into or anything over!
  • The medicating and dressing did not go well. The cap on the Germoloid ointment flew off across the room, I still haven’t found it yet! By pure chance, the cap to the nearly empty tube of Care+ ointment fitted the Germolid tube, so I used that and threw away the Care+ tube. Good and bad luck there?
  • The CC affected patella, was most displeased when I rube in the Phorpain gel. Very tender.

Still, I’ve had much worse sessions. The Pharmacy prescription cock-ups, new paperwork, Sock-Glide and lockdown gives me more worries and anguish.

I noticed the, I’m not sure what you call it, a monitor for temperature and humidity gadget, shows the humidity as further below the green zone, and it got worse later, down 10 points under? I’ll take a look at Google, see what comes up.

I meant to do this yesterday but forgot to. Hard to believe, me forgetting something, I know. Hehehe! I consulted Mr Google about humidity monitors, and I got this piece of advice? American, I assume.

I rechecked the emails, and I ended up looking at this morning’s Your-Area E-magazine. I found some bits scaremongering and of mild interest.

This photo of the Metro front page is scary.

All the other newspaper were offering hope that he Coronavirus is slowing down, and asking ‘Can we hope that it is under control?’

I fear not, yet!

This was found on the Nottingham News site. Cheered my up a bit. I’d like to know how the student paid the fine immediately? Must have been a foreign pupil.

Years ago, when I was working in security, I was sub-contracted to work at Nottingham Trent University. End the end of the first working shift (Nights), the mail arrived, sacks of it, and I was to put in the respective cubby-holes. One parcel for a Chinese student, it was brick-sized and crammed full of paper money arrived. On the label, was a note stating that the contents’ total value was less than £2500. Just a memory triggered.

I went to make a brew of Glengettie, and the weather had changed a bit from earlier. I’m sorry I took it now, it was freezing out there! It must have fallen while I was doing the lengthy ablution session. Haha! It put me off going anywhere even if I could.

An hour or so later, I went into the kitchen to check on what to have for nosh later on. And the fog had descended now, it got worse later.

I made up a couple of graphics for future templates, on CorelDraw. I could feel the weariness coming on, so I tried to rush a bit.

I got the meal prepping started. Took the evening medications. Very early in the day, for I was wearied beyond belief, I got the nosh served up. 

I’d taken the cheap Hubbards (Sainsbury’s generic name) bacon offcuts, that was 300gr and just two thick slices of gammon, and cut off the mass of fat on it and into the oven. Chopped tomatoes in the saucepan. Added two part-baked rolls later. Some grapes, mousse and a mini chocolate cake.

I feasted and wallowed in it! Everything came out well, the bacon surprisingly so.

A flavour rating of 8/10 was given. I ate slowly to allow things to digest, and after finishing the nosh, fell asleep, with the tray balancing precariously on my mountain of wobbly-fleshed rotundish stomach!

I woke an hour or so later, and wondered how the heck everything had managed to stay on the tray, and nothing fell off of fleshy tummy?

With difficulty (Cathy Cartilage), I stood and took the tray for washing in the kitchen sink. Then returned, blurry-eyed, to the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner.

The landline flashed and chirped. The struggle out of the recliner again was not easy with CC so stiff and painful, but I got there in time somehow. It was my Vampire Nurse Angel, Hristina, to tell me she’ll be coming on Monday, between 0900 > 1100hrs. I thanked her, had a rare wee-wee, washed, and got back down in the c1968 recliner.

To my consternation, sleep did not easily come to me, how, with feeling so drained, I didn’t know. So I put the TV on – that cracked it for me! The first set of adverts came on, and off I went, to join Sweet Morpheus!

Intangled Inchie, Thursday 14th January 2021

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Thursday 14th January 2021

Afrikaan: Donderdag 14 Januarie 2021

01:40hrs: I reclaimed ersatz life, to be greeted by of the ‘Hum’, and the noise from the machinery on the roof, greeted me.

For once, I was not a willing waker-upperer. There was a certain degree of melancholic dolefulness, lingering in the grey-cells. As it was beginning to develop into neuroticism, a bit of good luck, the need for a wee-wee arrived. And my mind was diverted to concentrating on getting safely out of the grotty, £300, second-hand, c1968, unsteady, not-working, incommodious, sickenly beige-coloured, haemorrhoid-testing recliner and catching my balance to get the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), in time.

1: I didn’t make it in time. Oh, dearie me! The PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) caught me out – then the wee-weeing started without hesitation as normally would have, with what seemed like a gallon of liquid belting out like water from a fireman’s hose! Never in the field of wee-weeing, have I passed so much in a shorter time!

2: I got en route to the wet room to clean things up, and a high-priority demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I must have been only feet away from the door to the wet room, and I failed to get there on time. Another embarrassing early arrival caught me out, once again!

CW023: The innards content came out part-way, and refused to budge any further. Which was confusing, cause it felt soft but massive. I grabbed the crossword book because it was obvious that things were not going to be pushable, I decided to wait until the innards were ready. When things did start, it didn’t finish completely. I ended up standing up in a straggling position. And the newly started yesterday, Andrex roll, was almost used up! The amount of bleeding again was a bit worrying.

The cleaning, freshening up (vigorously) and medicating after the evacuation was, inwardly belittling and took me ages! Harold’s Haemorrhoids were stinging like never before! The Germolid ointment is running low. New PP’s were put on, and a good wash and sanitising of the touch-areas was completed. Gawd, I’ve only been up for about an hour, and I was feeling drained already! What a start to the day! Granglesbognessbuggerit!

Off I went to the kitchen to make a brew of 99 tea. As I turned off the light to take this photo facing the kitchen window, I needed yet another wee-wee! It was another sudden urgent affair, and I was lucky to get to the bucket on time. Another long, blasting-out affair! Washed the mitts, back to the kitchenette and made the brew.

Got the computer on, and more Windows updates had arrived, they scare me you, know! Humph!

As I was loading WordPress, the need for yet another wee-wee arrived. I truly had to empty the NWWB, it was that full!

I washed and disinfected it, and returned with it to the computer room. Finally, I started on the photos uploads, then the updating of the Wednesday IT diary. Half an hour into this… yes you’ve guessed, another wee-wee was required! However, it was less torrential and far less of it this time. I washed the dandies and returned to the main junk room.

I engaged my famously unproductive Sherlock Holmesian Investigative mode. I pondered on why the wee-weeing was so persistent and powerful today. After a while considering and analysing all available data, I arrive at the following conclusion: I had obviously got the medications wrong somehow. With the  Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345, Mansfield Road, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the launderette and pub, near the Lidl store, cocking up the pill pods and failing to put any covers on them, that caused me to drop all the pills on the floor. Got down on my knees to pick them up, but many have never been seen again, then calling for help for me to get back up off of the floor, and handed up guessing which was which of the Furesomide, Beta-Blockers and Codeine? Tsk!

I then pressed on with the diarying, got it finished. (Three wee-wees) Posted it off, Pinterested a photo, and went on the WordPress Reader. Then, onto Facebook catch-up, and decided to get the Health Checks done.

The SYS had gone up a little more. Humph!

The temperature was fine, though. At least something seems to be near normal. I can’t say that very often! Hehe!

A mammoth wee-wee, there are getting longer again? How? Why?


Back on the computer and had a read of the YourArea e-magazine.

The Coronavirus figures are now scarier than ever! I wish some of the folks who go out every day on the bus would read these figures. They could be spreading the virus every time? The UK figures shown were even more frightening to me.

I got some brekkers before it was time to get the ablutions seen to.

I sat and ate it all up slowly, to degust it fully. Everything on the plate was good tastewise. The dried onions, grapes and Pork & pickle mini-pies were excellent! A Brekkers-Rating of  8.5/10!

Off to get the ablutions done. And boy, yet again it was a good one: The ailments were fair to me…ish. The dropsies were only about eight in total. Just the one cut shaving. The showering was Dizzy Dennis-free. Oh, yes! Just the once clout against the grab-rail, but a very minor one. Even the medicationalisationing went injury free! Not pain-free, but you can’t have everything. Hehehe!

The hand-washing was done when I got out of the wet-room. Just one Myanmar (Burmese) zip-up jacket,  and a woollen cap, were done, wrung and hung.

I made up a coup;e pf rubbish bags and a recycling one, then got them on the box on the walker-guide, got to the doorway, and had to nip back to the wet-room for a wee-wee!

This one was far less vicious and much sorter. In my opine, this indicates that I must have taken two Furesomides instead of one in the Carrington Pharmacy cock-up. But was it a Codeine or a Beta-blocker that I’d taken extra? Could have been a Codeine, cause the toothache is not so bad today?  Another Sherlockian Mode there, Haha!

I decided to visit ILC, (Independent Living Coordinator), Ballerina and Warden, Deana later. To ask her to ring the chemist for me. To find out when the next prescription delivery is due, and ask them to not put the stuff in pill-pods. Why, you ask? (Well, you should! Haha!) The pill-pod-packs that the nurse thought and I would be a good thing and control my medications better are just not working at all! They come with different numbers of might dose pill? Last month they came with no pull covers, and I lost a weeks supply. And I am now out of Codeine; unless some of the rescued tablets might be them, but of course, I’ll never know! I do know it is hard work sorting tablets for the month from boxes, but I can check easier to see that they have not short delivered me!

I got down in the lift to the ground floor lobby, it was mayhem, the working lads all around, and having to move to let us through. I got outside, and our caretakers were out under the cover, near the bins. They took the bags and box from me. I had a chunter about the folks who keep going out every day, and spreading the virus, they agreed… I think.

Then I poddled in the getting heavier rain to Winwood Court and the Obersturmbannfuhreresses Interrogation room, Holding-Cell and Office. Hehehe! Deana rang the chemist for me and wrote the time down of the prescription’s delivery for me. 16th January. I thanked her, and out into the rain again back to Woodthorpe Court.

I got in the lift after the workers had made room for me again, bless ’em.  I thought I’d pressed the twelfth-floor button, but when I arrived at the fifteenth, I realised I hadn’t? Getting senile is not an option, you know, but it comes free-gratis, at least! Heterophemy is something else that we get free in our later years. Just thought I’d warn any whippersnappers who might have wandered onto this page by mistake! Not to mention the physical ailments.

I’m waffling again, that’s also a quality you might cop-for in later years, I did, obviously. Hehe!

I got down to the right floor, taking this snap as I left the elevator cage with my emptied out cardboard box and carriers adorning the trolley.

As I put the kettle on, I noticed that sleet had joined in with the rain, the houses all around were getting a coating on their rooftops. A lot of rain still, so it shouldn’t settle. (Famous last words?) Seconds later I got the camera and took this shot of the view from the window. I may have to review my forecast now. Har-har!

As I began to pour the tea, Colin Cramps attacked, in my left hand and fingers. The photo I took, not easy with the right-hand, assisted by my bulging, wobbly midriff. It might be because I knew what was happening, but the photo seemed to have a slight blur on the index finger, that’s because it was shaking all over the place, while all the other digits were distorted and rock-hard. I had to wait a while before Colin cleared the body, then he had a go at my right ankle! Spangleturdes!

I got the oven warming up for the sweet potato Cottage pie to be cooked later, with I hope lashings of ready-grated Leicester Cheese! Then went on CorelDraw, to make up a few graphics for future use.

The regular quotidian weariness fell early again, and I had to admit to failure on the graphic-making, and I stopped, had a wee-wee, and got the fodder prepared. The eyes were getting heavy already.

I got the ready-made sweet potato shepherds pie out of the fridge. Then, I added some frenched red pepper, and spread them over the tray, and dolloped tons of Leicester grated cheese on top of it. Put in the oven, and set the timer that I cannot hear, but hopefully just might, for 20 minutes.

I heard a clunk and went to investigate at the front door, and sure enough, there were three items put through the door. This one with the HMG insignia on it, I opened first.

That was eight A4 pages from the Government, about the new lock-down rules. I put them on the old no-longer working, broken-down printer to look at in the morning.

The second one was the INR Warfarin DVT results, I put that on the bookcase with the others.

The last one, a hand-written envelope, was something that made my day, it boosted me into a land of appreciation, joy and brought on contentment that I have not had for years. I have no idea of the donor, but felt she or he was an Angel!

To the gifter: “Thank you very much, that was so kind of you, and much needed. Bless!” These will last me until the prescriptions arrive, may your kindness be rewarded. ♥

I took the evening medications with the meal, as recommended by the Doctor. Then got the meal served upon the tray. I added some sugar snap peas and grapes, and a very basic pot of custard and jelly dessert, that took me back to Brookfield Place, and being an ankle-snapper! Hehe!

And a feast of flavescent, fermenting, fervid flavour, found its way down my gullet. I ate slowly to appreciate the taste. At first, I thought the peppers might be a little too hot for me, but they were fine, the whole meal was Grrreat!

I expect that being helped so generously by the unknown Angel, I’ll now be able to take a Codeine helped eased the pain from the teeth, and helped tremendously, in the enjoyment stakes. A flavour-rating of 9.2/10 for this feast of fodder! The taste-buds had been well satisfied. And ease of mind followed.

The wonderfully kind gesture of the donation was heartwarming.

I put the TV on, but I was soon in the hands of Sweet Morpheus. A good four uninterrupted hours later, I woke in need of a wee-wee. I could still taste the fodder, and knowing that (thanks to the mystery person) I had some painkillers at hand, contentment lingered.

Incubus Inchcock, Tuesday 12th January 2021 Diary

Ah, memories!

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Tuesday 12th January 2021

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 12fed Ionawr 2021

23:35hrs: I stirred into ersatz life, saw the dirty food tray on the side-chair, involuntarily passed a ginormous blast of wind from the rear end, and as the innards began to be and bubble, I was forced to evacuate the c1968 recliner with rude-haste, to get to the Porcelain Throne.

No time for any catching my balance routine. I urged my wobbling-bellied body, off to the Throne, without any incident.

But what a session this one was; The easiest for many months. No effort required on my part. Swiftly evacuated without any pauses, not too messy, and absolutely pain-free! Grrreat! Of course, there is always something not right! The bleeding was mucusy, like yesterday, but far less of it this morning. Hey-Ho!

I washed afterwards, and whistling to myself with the joy of a pain-free passing, I collected the tray and plate from last night and took them to be washed in the kitchenette. My semi-contentedness, brought on by the excellent evacuation, was short-lived. In my haste to get to the wet room, I’d not put my slippers on – which made it all the more painful for me when I stubbed my toe against the corner of a floor cabinet! Oh, course I didn’t yelp, swear, squeal, yell, sulk, grit my teeth, or get bothered about this in the slightest. I merely smiled to myself and muttered silently, “Ah, well, it can’t be helped” Cough-cough! Ahem!

I went to put the kettle on, in a slightly different limping mode and decided to make a brew of Glengettie tea, in the larger mug this time. I picked the mug from the hook… just as Nicodemus’s neurotransmitter played up. It seemed to happen quickly, and there I was, looking down a the broken mug on the floor! The fact that it had only broken into two pieces seemed to fascinate me.

I casually, calmly, collected the two bits from the floor. There was no swearing, asking the Lord why he gave me such ailments, self-pity, anger or frustration at all. Humph! Then, I proceeded to make a brew in the small China mug.

Took the medications for last night that I’d missed again (Yes, it’s worrying innit?) Then made up an evening pot of tablets for later.

I got the computer on and pondered for a while after opening the Google Calendar. It pointed out that the Matron had not called yesterday? Also, I had a Sainsbury order (06:30>07:30hrs) and also a Morrisons one (12:00 > 14:00hrs) coming today.

How I managed to order them for the same day, I don’t know, but there you are. “Disabilities, abeyance, absent-mindedness,  old age, fatuity, analphabeticness, and sheer stupidity rule my life nowadays! Clapnangles!

I pressed on with the updating of the Monday blog. Got it done, and posted it to WordPress. Emailed the link. Pinterested a couple of photographs, and ent on Facebooking catch-up.

Started on this post, and got up to here, then got the Health Checks done. The SYS had come down, from 164 to 161, which was a pleasant surprise, now I hope it will continue to stay low. But hopes are not hight, I’m not that lucky. Pulse had also gone down a smidge, in fact, it looks from the reading history, that it old pulse is on the wane?

97, slowly down to 76 today? Still, it did start far too high at 97 last week. Hehehe!

The Chinese manufactured body temperature Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, was okay though, at 36.5°c.

Then I visited the WordPress Reader section. I just had time to check the comments come in and reply, then off to get the early ablutions done (The Sainsbury order [Oh, Gawd what substitutes will they send?] arriving so early.

The ablutionisationing was slightly fraught at first. SAS (Spatial-Awareness-Spiros) got it wrong as I entered the wet room, and I clouted the right shoulder heftily. I swore under my breath. But on the bright side, it did not set off SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), and by the time I was cleaning the teeth, the pain had gone. Cause Toothache Terence had taken over as the chief Ailment Agitator! Tsk!

But after that Accifauxpa, things went much better. A stand-up session, of course, considering the time of day it was. The feet toes and legs were looking better, they even had some colour to them. The total dropsies committed was only about six or seven! Just two nicks shaving! The medicationalisation was almost painless and bloodless! No loss of balance dressing, either! Yes! Smug Mode Grade-Two Engaged! 

On exiting the wet room. I tackled some handwashing in the kitchen sink. Pyjama bottoms, a long-sleeved t-shirt and the thick woolly bob cap. All, rinsed, fabric conditioned, wrung and hung to dry on coathangers above the sink. They should be dry by about August.

I was doing some work on this blog at last, and the intercom flashed and chirped it not loud-enough ring tone tune. It was the Sainsbury’s driver chap. I explained about him having to ring the flat number, on the entry panel, then I can press to open the door. But it didn’t ring. A bit of a panic now, I set out to get down to see the man, hoping he wouldn’t be coming up at the same time and we missed each other. As I got to the lift, both cages were on their way up, so I waited in the foyer in case it was that man coming. And it was, no idea how he gained entry, but pleased he did.

Back to the flat, and the lad put the goods in the box and carriers for me, some came in carriers as well. I offered him a can of mixer, Vodka or Gin, but he didn’t want one, bless him. He didn’t half make a noise when he was leaving. I hope Malcolm or Josie were disturbed. I took the things through to the kitchen, for sorting out.

The joy of joys, they’d sent some Chilli Con Carni. And a small loaf of Sourdough sliced farmhouse bread, I can share this and the grapes when and if they arrive from Morisons later on, with Jenny, Nora and Frank. The fridge is now cram-packed again! Cleaners stocked up, too. Canned goods now in reserve as well. If, and I say, if, Morrisons supply the fresh tomatoes, grapes, Pretzels and grated red Leicester cheese, I’ll be happy! (My being happy happened once in 1959, you know, I remember it well!) No razers sent again, though!

I got the all the stuff stuck where I could find space, and the Jenny supplied minced beef was prepped and in the slow-cooker, and on the go. I dug out the leeks from the fridge and got them washed, sliced and added to the mix.

I, rather bravely I thought, added some Chill Con Carne herbs and spice in the pan and stirred it well. Ah, I just remembered, I’ve ordered some yellow peppers from Morrisons. Not, that this means I’ll get any from them, they might be out of stock, or may substitute them with bleach, clothe-pegs or maybe cream cakes? More likely with me just spending the minimum amount on getting a free order delivered, they will be conveniently out of stock. Then they can charge me a £7 delivery fee? Bitter, me? Suspicious, me? Yes! 

I called Jenny to see how her walk outside yesterday with Nora and Frank went. Not very good, she said. As they all got out of the flat lobby, they were greeted with howling winds, and it was so cold with it! They sensibly cut the walk short and got back to the comfort and warmth of the flat. I don’t blame them either! I asked if they would take half of the delivered sourdough bread, and if they come from Morrisons, half of the grapes as well.

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Nokia I took the bag of bits up to Jenny’s flat, taking my Xiaomi Mi 10i 5G, Qualcomm® SM7225 Snapdragon 750G 5G mobile phone with its Quad Camera, and 8GB RAM along with me… Oh, all right, my 1980 Nokia!

I left the bag near her door, the bell was not working, so I tapped on the door, and withdrew, back to the lift lobby. Where stayed for what must have been 15-minutes, trying to get a cage to stop that didn’t have someone in it going down, there were four times this happened. And only one of the people in the lift had a mask on. Which I thought was naughty!

Eventually, an empty elevator arrived, as I got inside and press for the 12th-floor button – Hello, the mobile phone has chirped to life…

Oh,  ‘eck! I’ve just got an email, no, a text message I mean,  from Amazon, who I have ordered the Morrison stuff from. It tells me that an Amazon shopper has started working on my order, and will contact me about substitutions! This does not bode well! Reminding me that it would arrive within 1½ hours.

Back in the flat, and I decided to get some very late brekkers to concentrate on sulking while eating it. Hehehe! Cheesy curls, two min pork & puckle pies, and some of the substituted by Iceland sausages – which were thrown away at the very first bite, Gawd! They were fatty and greasy. Eurgh! I would have eaten and maybe enjoyed the lemon dessert, but Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters failed just as I picked it up to take off the lid. Bending down to clean up did BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) no good, and she kicked off. I wish I could get some extra Codeines, she was giving me some stick now. 

Then, over the next fifteen minutes or so, I kept getting messages about the substitutions, with an email address to go to, and make decisions on some substitutions! With the neurotransmitters going on and off, manipulating the buttons was difficult. When I tried to scroll down to get the rest of the three-lined address to use, the phone kept going back to the ready-mode, and I had to get back into the messages options again. I gave up in the end.

Then, the same message came in yet another three times! Each time I tried to scroll down, the mobile went back to the options screen, I was failing fed-up, and furious! I went on the Amazon site to look at my orders, but nothing of the substitutions. Gragglespitgurgle!

The mobile then rang with a call coming in. The Amazon chap, with a strong accent that made understanding him difficult, spoke. It was the Amazon Picker/delivery man. I asked him where he was, but the reply was spoken too fast to gather what the chap said, I asked slowly and un-stutteringly as I could, “Are you outside the building?” Aha! Progress, I got a clear ‘Yes’ in return! Please stay where you are, I’ll come down to you! Farcical, I’m not sure if either of us were understanding the other.

I got the stick, a big mistake not taking the walker guide trolley, cause I wanted to get down quickly and not miss the bloke. When I got down on the ground floor lift lobby, it was pandemonium, but organised. The upgrading workmen were very busy and putting up single scaffolding, floor to roof. I hastened outside, but could not locate the Amazon man, anywhere?

I thought I saw the caretaker earlier talking one of the workmen, so went back in and found him, asking if he’s seen an Amazon man. “No!” So that was the end of that conversation. As I began to adopt a panic mode, I heard a voice from behind, and I turned to look. It was desk-top-dancer, Warden Deana, with the Amazon man, she was carrying the bottled water for him, he had the bags of fodder.

It seems I guess, that he had gone to Winwood Court in mistake. Which is to me, understandable. We have Winchester Court, Winwood Court and Woodthorpe Courts, if that is not confusing for not been before delivery drivers, the complex is called Winwood Heights! Hearing what was said was out of the question, midst the working noise, but I was shepherded into the lift, the bottles were put in with me by Deana, and the Amazon man, with the brown bags, got in.

Up to the dinky-mini-apartment,  Amazon Man placed the things through the door for me, he was a decent sounding chap.

He kindly accepted a can of Vodka & lime mix in thanks, and off he went.

I put the cases of water in the hallway and got the other things into the kitchen. I’ve taken to this spring water lark. I add just a drop of cordial to each bottle, so it’s not too sweet, and drink it every day. The Urologistrecommended this when she told me I had to drink much more, but not tea!

The three substitutions were:

  • A bag of Gigantic Green and red capsicums, in place of a small bag of yellow mini-peppers. Too hot for me, although I kept the red pepper.
  • For the assorted Special Cheeses selection bag of rare, different cheese portions, the most disappointing substitutes sent crap weak cheddar ones that were low-fat. Eurgh!
  • The black grapes were red ones, but that didn’t matter at all.

I set to sorting the items not wanted, for Jen, Nora and Frank to enjoy. Got them in a bag, in the trolley guide, and down to Jenny’s apartment again. Left the bag, rang the none-ringing bell, tapped on the door, and back to the elevator and up back to number 72.

I called Jenny later, and she told me that Frank will think it’s his birthday, with the Chestnut mushrooms, cause she hates them and Frank loves them, so they agreed, not to buy any. Hehehe! The subbed or ordered food wrongly will not go to waste, Jenny and Nora always see to that for me, bless them ♥.

The weariness dawned as is usual. But my hunger and interest in food had waned align with my mental and physical energy. And Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were on and off continually, this has never happened before. Making physical contact with the right hand, and anything touched or picked up, dangerously droppable! Also, the innards had suddenly started gurgling? I abandoned the homemade chilli idea and turned off the cooker, hoping things with Nicodemus would be easier later on, or tomorrow.

I made up a sad-looking late nosh. I had some sourdough bread, well-buttered with it, I wasn’t up to any dessert eating.

I got washed and settled down and managed to eat everything, and heavenly sleep arrived so quickly and lasted for about, wait for it… FIVE unbroken HOURS!

Pshaw! Wowee! and Grrreat!

Inept Inchcock, Diary – Monday 11th January 2021

Monday 11th January 2021

Bulgarian: Понеделник, 11 януари 2021 г.

23:35hrs: I came back to consciousness, to be greeted by BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) and HH Hippy-Hilda, both giving me more aches and pains than ever before. It became obvious that during yesterday and Nocturnally, the terrible Mind-Blanks, Dizzy Dennis visits and all the Confusion Conrads, that I must have gone over on the floor at some time. Tsk!

Still, I didn’t feel sorry for myself, I was actually pleased that I’d got through the attacks without any other or worse injuries. Thinking about it, it may have been another mini-stroke, the metallic taste in the mouth, was very similar when I was coming out of the last big stroke. So, I might have been lucky. Patchy memories of the event remain.

But other than the discomfort of the bruisings, I was feeling much better and with-it now. Slow-witted still maybe, but ten-times perkier than last night! A good sleep helped no doubt. I reckon I must have had over five (piecemeal) hours in restful slumber!

I had a wee-wee, a tricky affair, and got the computer on to update the diary. I spent a lot longer trying to remember what had occurred, yet odd incidents, were gin clear than I did in typing the details? Albeit I guessed at some, had no doubt missed others off. Once I began writing, things went extraordinarily well. Lack of hassle from Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters and Dizzy Dennis felt so unnatural, incredible really.

I did the Health Checks. Amazingly, the SYS was down from 184 to 164, DIA lower from 84 to 81. Pulse  Down to 77 from 84?

All finished as best I could anyway, I sent off the post and emailed the link. Pinterested a couple of pictures, and went on Facebooking catch-up. Good timing, just as I had finished, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived.

Off to the wet room, and the evacuation was one of the best for months! Effortless, painless, and neither Trotsky Terence nor Constipation Konrad had the upper hand! Not too messy, not overly pongy either! The only thing of any concern was that the bleeding was mucous-like, but not a lot of it. This got me thinking while washing the hands, I stood for a few moments thinking about yesterdays problems. 

  • Had it been a mini-stroke?
  • Only the metallic taste in the mouth gave any indication that it might have been?
  • I would surely have pressed the wristlet panic alarm if I had thought it was? (My memories were so obscure, unestablished and confused)
  • How could I go/fall over and not remember doing so?
  • Breaking pots and dropping things without realising?
  • I later found I’d left the fridge door open, and the tap running? (On the bright side, the butter will spread easier, and it was the cold water tap [faucet], I’d left running, not the hot one, and the plug was not in the sink) Hehe!
  • How come I’m feeling so good this morning?
  • Why have the regular ailments not started kicking off yet this morning? (Apart from Cathy Cartilage, Anne Gyna) No Duodenal Donald, SSS has barely given me a twinge yet?
  • Reflux Roger and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters seem hardly any hassle at all!
  • The Sys, Dia and pulse were all lower?
  • Even Toothache Thomas is far less bother?
  • The Throne’s evacuation, almost perfect (Apart from the blood)
  • Why the mucous secretion from the rear end suddenly?

I had to stop myself thought-meandering, I realised that no answers were going to be found. I hope that it is Matron Julie who calls today for the courtesy visit, I can explain everything to her.

Made a brew of Glengettie, and tool the medications. Crikey! The wee-weeing is getting vicious and frequent now!

Took a poor photo of the morning view. With the Canon, the Nikon I think has now packed-up altogether. Sob!

Then spent a few hours on starting this post going. Next, I checked on the WordPress Reader. Then read and replied to the comments on WP.

Then made some brekkers of sorts: mini pork & pickle pies, and a packet of Frazzles.

Then decided to get the ablutions done. I washed the pots, had yet another wee-wee, and off to the wet-room I trudged, with the innards beginning to rumble a tad?

A stand-up session, due, to the fact that I misread the clock before going in, thinking it was 08:00hrs when it was 07:00hrs. Tsk! The teeth cleaning went well, even the shaving was okay! The medicationalisationing was also fine! Up until then, I’d only had about four dropsies! Grrreat!

Then it came to getting dressed – things got a smidge farcical then!

  • Getting the PPs on, Unbalanced-Brian nearly had me over – it would probably have been less painful if he had! I didn’t half crack Carilage Cathy’s knee on the corner of the floor cabinet! Agony ensued, and I’m now limping in a different style. Of course, I merely laughed it off, no swearing under my breath, or out loud!
  • No socks put on. Obviously not through my fear of the finger trapping and cutting Sock-Glide, not a brave, handsome, heroic, fit, dynamic person like me. I just thought it was warm enough to go without any socks on. Ahem!
  • The trousers next, and I tried to take extra care – but at his usual inopportune moment, Neuropathic Pete burst forth with a right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance! (It had to happen, things had been going unnaturally well this morning!) And just at the moment that I lifted my left leg up to stick it in the trews! I lost my grip on the doorframe, and lunged at the shower chair for support, cunningly and slickly preventing my tumbling to the floor! Then…
  • As I was doing this piece of clever manipulation, I knocked the damned Sock-Glide off the chair! What part of my body did it hit? Yep! Smack on the lowermost painful part of Cartilage Cathy’s knee! Knowhere else at all!
  • The language did flow this time. A few silent blaspheming profanities were uttered! I’m afraid! Well, a lot, really!
  • This had to happen on the first time I was short of painkillers. You watch it, all the ailments will start kicking off soon! Grubbleackers!

I exited the Torture Room… I mean, wet-room and finished dressing. The INR nurse and the Matron visit (If they happen) could arrive early, so  I got the waste bags made up, and into the trolley box, and taken to the waste chute as soon as it was the allowed time to use it.

My luck changed as I was leaving the door into the flat’s foyer. I got the trolley out and was turning to close the door, and Cartalidge Cathy gave way. I wobbled and flailed about using walls as support. I’ve no idea how I manage it in that tight space, but I got away without a single clump, bash or hit against anything! A funny life, innit?

I poddled to the chute room and got the bags all deposited, and back to the flat. The place seemed so quiet. Not a soul to be seen.

I made a brew and continued to work on this blog for an hour or so, hoping the nurses would come early, no such luck.

I checked on the emails. Then read the local E-Magazine, Your-Area. The Vaccines Minister has some nervous-making news for us.

The latest available Nott’m Coronavirus figures were not too happy-making either! Oh, dear!

Teenager in ‘life-threatening’ condition after Nottingham stabbing Teenager in the hospital with life-threatening injuries after stabbing in Forest Fields, Nottingham Police arrest trio after report of stabbing in Forest Fields

The heartbroken mum of a 16-year-old boy who died after being stabbed said community support has stopped her leaving the area for good.

Thank heavens the INR Vampire Nurse arrived to take my blood, reading this magazine was depressing me. A lovely lady. Had a look at the BP record, and I told her of the mysterious loss of memory last night, and the mess I found in the kitchen. She too thinks it might have been a mini-stroke. Matron Julie might be calling on me later.

As soon as the gal left, I began to feel the weariness dawning on me again. I hope things don’t go like yesterday afternoon did.

A thought or recovered memory came back to me. Sister Jane, I think, is going in hospital today to have her needles in the eye again. I rang her, no answer, I bet she was already at the hospital. I rang Brother in Law, Pete. He’s just dropped her off at the Eye Hospital. The connection was bad. Had to give up, I think we were guessing at what each other was saying. (Noisy trams in the background). Hehe!

Closed down the computer, and got the nosh started.

Jane rang back and sounded alright, she was pleased that she had not had the needle in the eye this time, but the poor gal had to go back in two weeks to have it again. I cringed at the thought for Jane. ♥

Pottered about, nervously hoping there would be no repeat of Sundays ‘Out-of-it’ session. (Nope, all okay, Phew!)

Tim Price (New Mexico – Photographer-De-Superb’ – Jolly good egg, and Chilli Officianado) would have been proud of me (I was!). I had minced beef pies, garden peas, last of the mini-tomatoes, and, wait for it… Sweet Chilli Chicken breast! I’ve enjoyed the ChilliCon-Carni I’ve been having! So I tried some of the Chilli-chicken, but not the strong one, just the sweet chilli, it was grand! The meal got a Taste-Rating of 8/10!

I finished it and the fruit desserts off, then put the tray on the side chair and drifted off into the land of nod. I fumbled my way out of the chair, rightly thinking it was the DVT clinic results for the Warfarin blood test coming in. The 1.7 level, as a disappointment, but then again, with the ‘Out-of-it’ moments I’ve had this past few days, it was no surprise to see it so low really.

The lady, from the Sherrington Park Surgery, gave me the week’s dosages: Tonight 3 – Tues 3 – Wed 2½ – Thur 3 – Fri 2½  – Sat 3 -Sun 2½, next blood test Tuesday 18 January.

I got my head back down, and noticed the tray with the dirty plate and cutlery on the side-chair, I thought about moving it. Zzzz!

Inchy, the Innocent Idiot: Wednesday 6th January 2021

 ♥ TFZer, With the twinkling eyes! ♥

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Wednesday 6th January 2021

Polish: Środa 6 Stycznia 2021 r

23:20hrs: It’s getting back to normal now; I woke up, involuntarily passed wind, and needed a wee-wee. Accompanied by the almost ever-present SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), and near-agony from BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda).

Getting my humungously large bellied-body from the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly-beige-coloured, not-working, uncomfortable, rusty, rickety, recliner, had its moments. I did the catching the balance motions a little differently, to try and avoid the pain from BPB, and ended up slumping back down in the seat, which annoyed Harold’s Haemorrhoids at a bit. On the bright side, I missed hitting the arms of the chair, or it could have been a lot worse. Tsk! Cartilage Cathy’s patella wasn’t happy with me, either!

I utilised the ONWWB (Overnight-Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) Cripes, what a difference, it was of the LPPPS (Long-Powerful-Persistent-Peeing) mode. I’ve not moved so much in many a month. No way could I have drunk that much since the last wee-wee, last night? It took me ages, but there was no PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling).

I adopted my investigative-mode to try to work out why I was running short on the Codeines. I decided that I must have identified the wee small tablets wrong, and I’d taken two Furesomide, which means I’ve missed either a beta-block or Codeine.  (The medications last month arrived without any inner lids, and they all fell out all over the place, and retrieving them was a nightmare, even worse the three tablets mentioned all looked the same to me), Glibblebonks!

I must remember to thank the super-efficient Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the pub, near the launderette and Lidl store, for their care, professionalism and compassion that they have shown to me.

I tackled the Health Checks next. Starting with the Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometerisationing. The Sys was down from 168 to 168 this time. Not a lot, but better than being up? The Pulse was down from 97, to 92.

The new Chinese made, Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, showed a reading of 36.8°c. Which shows as being in the green, as acceptable! Compared to yesterdays reading of 37.5 in the red, it is a good one.

Took the medications, dubious as to what I was taking. I’ve had six wee-wees and two small mugs of tea up to now between all these activities. The wees seem to be getting weaker, and less volume, on each one.

I made another brew and took pictures of the view, through the disliked, hard to clean, light & view-blocking kitchen window. Look a tad eerie, don’t they?

These could possibly be used as a thriller, mystery or scary book cover. Hehe! I made a graphic for the diary top, then made another brew, had another wee-wee, and got on with updating yesterdays blog, which took an inordinately long time – but the result of a silver-lining search about this fact was that apart from SSS having a ball trying to dislocate the shoulder, the reason for my delay, was just a lack of concentration… again!

I stopped to make another brew of Glengettie, and had, wait for it, two wee-wees, one after the other?

Got the tea back to the computer, and pressed on and finally got the updating finished. (Phew, worra job that was!)

Made yet another mug of tea, Co-op 99 this time, and hard to believe, but I had another weaker wee-wee!

I posted the blog and email link off. Went on the WordPress reader. Then on Facebooking catch-up. Which I caught up with. Hehehe!

A wee-wee, and yet another mug of Glengettie. Took this photo, of the view, and decided to get the Ablutions done. After yet another wee-wee, that had now died down to a UTD (Unwilling-Trickling-Dribbling) variety. Which did surprise me a bit, cause I was still taking in too much tea!

The full-Monte today. And things went swimmingly on all fronts. (Which is surprising with me being a bad-luck lad, and an aquaphobic) No stubbed toes, no… I say, No shaving cuts! Fair does, Dizzy Dennis called on me a few times in the shower. But overall, a great session. Smug Mode Grade2 adopted! Anyway more good news, the plates and pions were looking fine!

As soon as I left the wet room, a (what proved to be a series of) involuntary right leg Peripheral Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances started. I was close to going over on two occasions as I recall. I clouted my hip on the edge of the doorframe. The shaking of the leg was on and off for about three hours after that. I’ve never had it last that long before. Still, it calmed down in the end, back to the odd little flutters and kicks, which look far worse than they are. Hey-Ho!

Then, back to the wet room, to medicate the areas in need, that for some reason I’d not done earlier. I took the clothes with me to change into after the medicationalisationing was done. And the landline rang and flashed!

Jane and Pete, Jig-Saw Puzzlers supreme

It was Sister Jane, she said she’d ring back and give me time to get dried and dressed. Bless her. We had a great natter when she rang back. I learnt a lot from it; I’m eating too much and the wrong food, should not have Squid sauce with anything but fish, and other gems. Hehehe!

Pete was at the City hospital to get his test results from his second bone marrow testing. He deserves a bit of luck, just for how he’s handled things since the Big C was diagnosed.

The left arm was getting attention from Colin Cramps, we were on the phone that long. I foolishly changed to the right hand, but SSS’s cunningly sudden attack made me drop the phone despite taking care! I banged the right knee trying to catch the handset, and then I had Cartilage Cathy to contend with, Tsk! We still nattered on, though, I was enjoying it. Until the pain of holding the phone with the bent arm, got too much. She was expecting Pete to return soon, and we agreed to give up our repartee.

I made up some waste bags and took them to the rubbish chute. Returned and getting the three-wheeler in the flat, backwards cause it’s usually easier, I caught my ankle bone against the door edge. I recall saying something like, “Well, blow me!”, as I laughed off the incident, as the right leg went into a mini-dance routine, and I hit my toe against the bottom panel. Luckily, me being a heroic man of phenomenal bravery, I was not bothered in the least bit, of course! Ahem!

I stopped crying, as the door chimes rang forth with Dusty Springfields tune to “♫I only want to be with you!♫

It was ILC, Desktop dancer and Warden, Obergruppenfürheress Deana. I asked her if she could ring the Chemist or Doctor’s for me, to get the prescriptions back into packets and not the pill-pods, I know it will mean more struggling for me to make up my own dosage pots, but at least I won’t be running short of medication missed off by the super-efficient Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the pub, near the launderette and Lidl store, and have no lids to allow the tablets to spill all over the place and get lost! Deana told me it was time to take down the Christmas cards, so I did. I took this photo earlier to remind me to ask her, cunning, eh?

I forced her to take some New Year pressies, and she told me to remind her to ring the chemist – Hahaha! Me? Remember?

I rang Jenny and forgot why I was calling her! She had ordered me some minced beef, tp be delivered Sunday afternoon, bless her. I’m sure she will not wake me if they come after 15:00hrs, I can fetch them on Monday morning, I hope. I bothered her to help because the Iceland ones are not very nice, and despite claiming less than 10% fat, looked greasy to me when cooked, a lot of colouring went into the grinder with the meat and fat.

Well shattered now, I’ll try again to make a meal that I can eat all of.

I burnt the peas, made a right mess of the saucepan, and spent ages soaking and cleaning it. Tsk!

I was originally, going to have a steak slice,  but I had to make do with the Morrison substituted chicken and bacon pie. Didn’t find or taste any bacon in it, mind. The Leicester cheesy potatoes came out alright. The Spanish tomatoes were not too bad for once. The specially-burnt garden peas tasted fine! And, the lemon dessert went down a treat.

All in all, a flavour rating of 7/10, I think the taste buds are reactivating, perhaps, maybe, possibly.

I got the pots washed, and finally got the saucepan cleared of the black bits. Good and early, I got down in the c1968 second-hand recliner and got the TV on, Law & Order programmes to watch.

The first one, I must have nodded-off eight or nine times at least, but only for a few seconds or minutes each time. I decided to give up on the telly, and get my head down properly…

Not only did I not have any Thought-Storms, but I drifted off quickly, and the best bit… I stayed in the land of slumber for five-uninterrupted hours! Grrreat!