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Inchcock: Tuesday 11th October 2022

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35:30hrs: I gave up trying to get any sleep. Disentangled my blubbery body from the c1968, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner.
Off to the wet room for a wee-wee, initially, but it turned out to be, yet again, a long, drawn-out session.
I’d got the wrong glasses on, so there was no counting the cracks in the ceiling tiles this morning.
A proper, painful one, dead on the flipping right foot’s . Argh-Ugglethump!
It’s now 6½hrs later, and it’s still tender. Humph!

Arrived, and he seemed in decent spirits, although his yawning and talking had returned. Odds are the lad will be well-knackered by tomorrow! We had a little chin-wag after he’s done the medications. He shot off smartly, bidding me farewell, taking the black bag to the chute.

Started earlier with his clumping and tapping. ON and off all say. (As of 13:30hrs)

Lap-Top Dancer Warden Deana to the rescue again!

I rang ILC (Independent Living Coordinator). Obergruppenfhüreress and Lap-Top Dancer/Desk-top dancer Warden Deans. I’ve been trying many times on Monday to catch her. But the gal is so hectically busy, I don’t know how she manages with all of the tenants needing help. I got through this time; her tone of voice immediately indicated she was up to the neck in it again to me. Bless her; she’s an important meeting to get through today; if she gets free in time, she’ll try to get to me. I did mention the Easy-Link booking for Friday and the new times and that I needed help with filling in a form that I just cannot read; the print is that small. Still, there are a few things of the miniature size I’ve had to live with. Hahaha! Hard to believe, but I forgot to ask her to ring the Doctor’s for me. To book an appointment or talk to the Doctor on the phone (which is most likely nowadays). Of course, they often cancel or move the day and timing,

I took this snap from the kitchen window.

And the Asda order arrived…
Grated Leicester cheese, potato Rosti, fresh leeks and spuds, and another bag of just leeks. Then:

I ordered some more of the take-your-breath-away and burn-your-tonsils Salt & Pepper chips – my mistake! The sliced spuds looked okay. A can of chilli con carnie for Josie’s on Sunday, and a Mexican bean chilli for me, which I may regret when I have it. Hehehe!
Naughty mini-packets of Jacobs Leicester Cheese and BBQ flavour.

.Minutes afterwards, the Amazon man cometh.
Bearing two boxes of goodies.
The bacon-flavoured bits. To go in the rice of chilis.
And the Duracell hearing-aid batteries. The sticky tabs on these made it a breeze to fit them into the aids. They cost a lot more but are worth it.

Then as I was getting the hearing aids in, along came ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana. She looked a little stressed. But I soon had leer smiling and laughing. She filled in the questionnaire for me and said she’d post it as well, bless her cotton socks. Then she called the Doctor for me to make a telephone appointment. I got one for Tuesday the 18th of October: in a week’s time. So, another week of agony with Anne Gyna to put up with. If it starts getting any worse, I may phone 111 and ask for advice.
Deana told me she had arranged for the lift to the Diabetes meeting for Friday at 10:30hrs, returning at 13:30hrs. She is good to me! ♥ I gave her the spice potatoes and the bag of prepared leeks. And a jar of the Dolmio 7-Vegetable sauce to have with the vegetables. Tickled-pink with them, she was.

Off she trotted, and within minutes, I was tackled pink – I’d got into the WordPress Reader at last! So I dived in for a good read of the other folks’ blogs I’d missed so much. Dozens of them to get through, but I like it!

A mug of tea, and I got something to eat. Just as started to kick off again… Grrr!

For the Asda (Walmart) Parmentier potatoes, I had to cut some of the larger pieces so that they all cooked at the same time. The veggie-burger I could fo in the microwave while I got the potatoes out and 7-roasted-veg sauce added; the mini-burger takes just a minute.+
I got the spuds in the oven. I had 25-minutes while they cooked. Do put the TV on and got sat down: This could have proved fatal meal-wise!

Waking up with a jerk and jumped 40 minutes later, and could smell the aroma of the sauce in this room! I suppose there was a mini adopted. The brain was talking to me, anticipating a burnt offering in the oven, and a slight annoyance at myself…

But things turned out great. I must remember this next time I get some of these spuds from Asda. Give them 40-minutes to cook, not the recommended 35-minutes on the label.
They were delicious! Taste-Rating: 9/10!

Arrived, the poor gal was in pain in both of her thighs. Sam’s Doctor told her to take Paracetamols. We had a natter about the shop prices etc., telling her of my idiocy in ordering the Salt & Pepper chips from Asda. Sam selected a thank you drinkie, and she took the waste bag out when she left. ♥

22:00hrs: The unloquacious, haughty, pompous, pretentious, uppity, snobby, toploftical, smug, stuck-up, bloody-noisy neighbour in the flat above started banging about again! After four of his bangs were replied with Wooden Wally Walking-Stick on the top of the high bookcase, he stopped. Hurrah!

But of course, I was expecting him to start again, so getting to sleep was out of the question, yet again. And the management of Nottingham City Homes will not hear a word against him!

“He is a wonderful man, makes steam models for charity! “The fact that he stops me from getting to sleep didn’t come into the equation!”

Huh!

Inchcock: Friday 7th October 2022

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06:20hrs: I rose from the depths of the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner. Off to the kitchen to get the kettle on.

I got the kettle on, and I took this photograph of the morning view with the blue hue from the kitchen window. A bit cold when I opened the window. Brrr!

I got the brew made and took another shot from the balcony right glass of the end car park.

I then took a picture of the tree copse.
This one and all the others I tried to take never made it to the SD card! This depressed me greatly! But it’s happened before with the Lumix, and sometimes it just works again later. Although, this time, it hasn’t yet.

Aha! Jodie arrived. This cheered me up a smidgeon. Got the meds sorted, and we had a little natter. But, as I was listening to her… suddenly kicked off a gain! Dangwongles! That’s about four days on the trot of her input on the pains stakes now. And she kept on giving it to me for hours longer.

I bade Jodie farewell, and was attacked by Anne Gyna, felt wee’d off about the Lumix not working, and I fear to say, felt . After yesterday being such a good day for me, I should have expected to get bothered today.

The concentration on the computer was non-existent. I spent hours finishing the Thursday blog, the more on starting this one. The brain was not in good form, with mistakes, errors, and wrong corrections over the following hours!

I had to take a break, so I got around to doing the .

The resulting figures did not cheer me up in the slightest. Back up to the Hypertension Red-2 level again.

And Anne Gyna was having a hay day with my chest area. I took an extra painkiller and Beta-blocker. I don’t like taking extra pills, and I’ve been taking some this week. Mainly due to Anne Gyna being so bad.

No camera to use! Pains in my chest, and still, I was struggling to get things done on the computer.
Luckily the America Health site had graphs of a BP machine but doesn’t show the pulse as the NHS site does. Gawd is bad!

As if he knew how poorly I felt, started banging away in the flat above. He kept it up on and off, all day and into the evening!
There’s not going to be much more from this diary, folks. I’m going to get sat down, take another painkiller, and really hope I can get some sleep in. I’ll see how it goes. I’ll try to get something to eat before settling.

Tried to sleep for an hour or two, but Sweet Morpheus wasn’t having it. On with making a meal, it seems the hunger has returned. 

I opted to do some ‘cook-in-the-bag’ boiling water rice, And amazingly the Lumix was working again. Baffled!

I chopped up some tomatoes, yellow and red. A touch of the hidden chef in me was coming out?

Put some delightful-tasting tomato & basil sauce in the little saucepan, with the last of the 7-Veg sauce added. Then I heated it gently, stirring in regularly.

At this tag, I checked on the camera to ensure these photos were making it onto the SD card… and by Jimminee, they had!

Fifteen minutes later and I got the whole mixture into the little bowl.
Poured a little BBQ sauce in with it, and stirred it up well.

Not as tasty as if I had used all 7-veg sauce with its peppers, but I still enjoyed it, even with giving me some stick! A flavour rating of 8.5 was given.

I got back to the £300 second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner. Got my feet up on the swivel chair (the recliner is still not working!), And put the TV on to watch ‘Heartbeat’. Going to stay up late tonight to catch the England Ladies’ match against America, which follows ‘Heartbeat’.

Burst out, and in came the , Sam. We had a laugh and natter for a while after she’d sorted the medications for me. Took the waste bag with her, and I locked the door as she departed.

I’d nattered on a bit and lost the plot of the ‘Heartbeat’ storyline. A rarity indeed, me losing track of anything, innit?

I gave it up, and I went to the kitchenette to do the checks.
I’d left the blasted hot water tap (faucet) running again! Grungleturds! At that moment, my kicked off once more. I did take another Codeine, then.

I went back to the recliner, took the tablet, swore under my breath, and would you believe it… , started his banging about again! What made it worse was that I’d turned off the sound on the TV, so as not to bother anyone! There were subtitles on, not that was letting me read them very easily, if at all at times.
The unneighbourly, superior-natured, snotty Herbert making his noise so late (for me), really got to me. I just had t get up and hit the top of the high bookcase each and every time he made a noise. Thankfully, he only did it about eight more times, and getting up so often to reply to his morse-code noises, just about wore me out! Hahaha!
The football match, I did enjoy. England winning is a rarity in football, thank heavens for the Lady’s team! I suppose to be fair, England was a smidge lucky to win. They got a penalty appeal turned down and got a penalty goal. And to be fair, an equitable score would have been a draw. From what I saw. But I was tickled pink for them! Only a friendly match though. Both sides used so many substitutes I lost track again towards the end.

I was certain I’d nod off within minutes after shutting down the TV. But, No! between ‘s obstinacy, and ‘s stabbing pains, it must have taken me hours to nod off. Humph!

Inchcock: Thursday 6th October 2022

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05:25hrs: I stirred back into a mock conscienceless and was immediately aware of the Doctors Frailty Test being at 09:00hrs. However, it was a total mind-blank when I tried to recall when the Easy-Link bus was due to arrive.
So, I had to remove my behemoth-bellied body from the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, rickety-recliner, and get the computer on to check on the timing. Which was ETA 08:45hrs.

As I was putting the computer to sleep, I espied the yellow stick-it note on the front of the TV screen that said: ‘Easy-Link due at 08:45hrs!’ I decided the was needed first. After last night’s wash and brush-up debacle, I tackled the job with caution. There was no need to rush. And with an intent to avoid losing so much blood this time!

A bad start with the teggies. I think I must have torn the gums more than I thought last evening.
A vast improvement on Wednesday’s session! Only two little nicks! ‘Head sways Smugly!’
Showering: Ah, well, yes, it had to come! It’s been ages since I’ve had leg dance anywhere, let alone in the shower. But an I had. Knocked my ankle and chin, and shoulder on the control box of the shower. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it was a vicious one, alright. Later, I noticed a mark on my nose; I’ve no idea how that happened?
Apart from the usual treatment to the , which was the regulation prompting stingings. Everything else went well.
A bit of a hiccup with the trousers I’d got the new belt on to wear. They were too long and wide and were not very warm. Still, I’ve got a lift each way, so that should not be too much of a problem.

I remembered to get the new belt out to give Richard, more his size than mine, with his treats. You can see the leather belt in this picture. You can see how long it is? Better for someone to use it than throw it away. Off course, it would have been ideal if someone idiot had not ordered the wrong size in the first place! Guilty! My arithmophobia is getting worse!

I started to get as many things needed, ready and to hand as possible and gathered them in one place so as not to forget to take them with me. Got the kettle on. I went to the main room and got the computer back on.

Rang out, and in walked Carer Richard. After giving me the medications, I asked him to fasten the Velcro fasteners on the shoes for me, which he did. Then I presented him with the belt and found it was a little long, even for Richard. But he held onto it; said he’d get some holes punched in it at the shop. He seemed to like it. Made up a bag of his other treats, and he had to shoot of, which gave me plenty of time to get prepared for the lift.

On the reminder notes, now made about eight-hours earlier, and I was working from, I spotted ‘Test-PUP’? Beats me what it means!

I went through the checks and ventured out and down in the lift to the ground floor. Went along to the ILC-Wardens office, finding Deana was in. I reminded her about the flowers up in the flat to collect later. I could have taken the flowers down but had she was not in, I’d have had to go back up to put the flowers back in the water, and that would mean a good chance of me missing the Easy-Link bus.

I hobbled through the link corridor through Winwood Court and into Woodthorpe Court.
We’ve no shortages of notices, as you will have spotted here. Haha! One caught my eye. About the jazz band on Saturday 24:00 > 16:00hrs, playing in the main social room. I hope to go to listen to them… if I remember!

I popped my head (and camera) into the laundry room. What I saw bode not well. Clothes stacked on top of the washer, and the smell of cheap soap powder and alcohol… Ethel, no, Esther, was lurking in the building!

As I neared the front lobby door, I spotted the Easy-Link minibus passing to the right, do turn around to pick me up! Spot on time!

As I got outside, he was already pulling up at the curbside for me.

I mused over how much the trip would cost this time. It turned out to be £6, for two ways, so not bad at all.
A nice chap; I’d not seen him before. Liked a natter en route, my sort of bloke. Said he would return to collect me at 09:40hrs. Thanked him, and I got into the surgery. I was instructed to take a seat… so I did.

THE SEVERE FRAILTY TEST:

After a while, Nurse Nichole came and called me into her room. I cannot say how pleased I was it was Nurse Nichole who was doing me on the day. An absolute pleasure, and she is a treasure!
Nichole did the test via computer input. I think I did alright. But not sure. Although Nurse Nichole said she would have to rush after the test, she did listen to me tell her about my memory and the problems caused by it and my belief that I have a concern. My sight and hearing problems, Bless her! ♥ I did feel guilty afterwards, my pushing it. But I thought this was the only person who would understand?
Shame facedly, I took a seat in the waiting room until the transport arrived. The young receptionist said she will keep an eye on the cameras and let me know when the bus arrived. Bless ’em all!

A lady sat next to me and got out her mobile. And I mentioned to her how complicated mobiles are nowadays. I showed her my Nokia. I got a lovely look from her that said, “Ah, the poor old thing!” And we started chatting away, which suited me to a tee! The receptionist girl told me that the bus was coming in. So, I bid farewell to the lady sitting next to me, and I ventured outside to the minibus.

The same driver picked me up. And we nattered en route back to the flats, which did not take very long, but it was nattering-filled, just perfect! Boosted me no end that did.

And, dread of dreads, in walked Esther! Never stopped talking, not that I could hear her anyway. Problems I gather with getting washing machines. Meant she was going through the cabinets and shelves pretending to clean. I’ve no idea if anything disappeared or not. Maybe a bottle of spring water?

Anyway, I upset her when she started going through my files and boxes when she opened one from Lisa-Petal. I told her, “That’s private!” “Not that it stops you searching through things, does it?” – “I didn’t know!” Then as she sulked, I got a minute or two of peace from her voice! But it didn’t last long. It’s just that it was the beautiful pink box Lisa-Petal sent me from America, with the family in it. Anyway, I think she charged me extra to get her own back. Tsk! I gave Esther a £20 note, she gave me a tenner back and told me I owed her £5.

At last, I could get on undisturbed and badgered with the blog updating. I’d been at it for about three hours; it was slow progress. Then, sounded. I found some tomatoes outside the door. Jenny had gifted me some more; bless her! I called her on the mobile to thank her. What a kind gal she is. I must take some drinkies down to her door. This reminds me of the English ladies’ football match tomorrow night if I can stay awake long enough to watch, and the Jazz-Band performance on Saturday. Looking forward to hearing them. (Again, if I remember!)
Back to blogging again.
Started kicking off! And she was in a nasty mood with me! I took an extra Codeine. And then, another cockup was performed by yours truly. I read the wrong leaflet with the magnifying glass. I thought it was the one for the Ramprilil capsules. Cause I can’t remember which of the medications is for . I did feel like a fool! Got the right one, but even with the glass, I could not read it. I looked on Google. Nitrates, but I don’t think I’ve got any of them on the prescriptions. A deeper search found that Beta Blockers are used as well… Ah, I’ve got some of them… dare I try taking an extra one now? Bugger it, I will!

The time has gone quickly again! The Carer is due in the next hour. And I don’t feel hungry again? Summat a matter with me here?

In walked a very welcoming Sinead. ♥ A lovely gal. Had I been 60 years younger, a foot taller, a lot healthier/fitter, could see and hear, had hair on my head, and slightly more sane, I’d be in there, you know! Oh, Yes! She could not stay long, but Sinead accepted the treats and…
Found I’d left the hot tap running! AGAIN!

I FEEL AN ODE COMING ON…

Then Sinead departed. I asked her to take the waste bag with her to the chute, which she did, and slightly annoyed with himself for leaving the hot tap running, sadder at Sinead’s departure, and idiot, closed and locked the door, and limped back to his computer, and but Heartbeat on his TV.

Despite this Thursday being his best day for months, he sank into a Dracula Depression. Life can be a bitch! Yet, he fought his way out of the gloom. He decided that this momentary glitch, Cataract Katie, Hearingless Hennessy, Anne Gyna etc. were only payment for his sins, mistakes and attitude he had as a teenager and were deserved. (Got into a foul mood now, hasn’t he – Hehehe!) Time for him to get some shut-eye?

Oh, ! I’ve not done the , have I. Humph! I’ll do them then.

Back up into the read after one day in the amber. Ah! Well, it could be worse.

SYS 150. DIA 85, I’m sure I’ve had similar figures for these two and not ended up so high on the assessment graph?

The body temperature is maintaining a much higher-than-normal figure? There’s a reason for this, you know.
I’ve no idea what it is, mind. Haha!

The DVT-Warfarin Clinic phoned me; a little hard making out what she was saying, but a few Pardon me’s, and can you say that again please’s, and I think I got the message.
It seems that the Warfarin INR level had shot up to 4.1.
So, they are calling again on Monday, twixt 08:00 to 08:30hrs, to take another sample.
I put this in the Google Diary.

Back to the
The pulse was also pretty high again, at 91bpm.
Wonder what it ought to be?

Then I remembered to get some 7 veg sauce heating up to go with the rice later.

I took this photograph of the evening sunset horizon.
I thought it looked different to usual.

I noticed the letter that arrived earlier that I’d put on the desk.
It was from Easy-Link. The social transport suppliers. Also called CT4N.
They had sent a questionnaire. Four A4 size sheets, asking for an urgent reply? Sounds to me like they are about to stop the service, mayhap?

Not good if so. Of course, it arrives at the weekend when I have no one available to help me with it; the writing is so small.
Oh, lucky me! Got the fodder prepared.

Put some of the 7-Roasted Veg (Tomatoes, aubergine, carrot, courgette, onion & yellow red pepper) sauce in the saucepan on its lowest heat level and stirred it regularly.
Then got the rice in the microwave for 2-minutes as instructed.
Added some BBQ sauce to the pan and got the rice in the wide low bowl.
Then added the sauce and gave it a good mixing up.
It didn’t look much to the eye, but to my taste buds, it was scrumptious, almost ambrosian! Flavour-Rating: 8.9/10!
On looking at the bottom picture in the morning, I thought I may have eaten a beetle? Can you see why in the picture? Hehe! I reckon, and hope, it was a piece of aubergine that looked like a beetle!

I got the pots washed and then settled to get some belated sleep, but this was not to be. What followed has not been known for donkey years; I watched a film all the way through! Well, almost, just a few nodding offs of a minute or two. And I’d seen the film before as well. Denzel Washington, in The Equalizer. Oh, I do love it when the good guys win. Which is a fantasy, of course… they rarely do win in real life. But that’s what attracts me to watch these films in the first place.
This meant I turned off the TV as soon as the movie ended; and drifted into the land of nod in the early hours of the morning. I didn’t wake up until 06:30hrs! The latest I’ve woken in years! And just 20 minutes before the carer arrived. Evening all… no, Morning all!

Inchcock: Tuesday 4th October 2022

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03:40hrs: I bestirred, somewhat reluctantly, even though I had had a long but often interrupted total of six hours minimum asleep. The jerking awakes were frequent last night, although getting back to sleep was no bother.
I made the balance moves and went up to the kitchen. Where I put on the kettle, took this photo of the morning view, which came out a little better for me this morning. 
Then made a Glengettie brew.

Sphygmomanometerisationing revealed that the Blood Pressure came out in the Hypertension Red-High One, again. So at least it’s gone down from yesterday.
I don’t know why, but I sense that it will tumble again soon. My IQ told me so as I was taking a drink of Glengettie.

The body temperature had gone down a smidgeon as well.

The Heartbeat/pulse was still high, mind you. At 94 bpm.

Burst forth, I assumed it was Carer Richard arriving to sort out the medications. But No!

It was the though. But not Richard. I thought the lad looked a little rough yesterday. I asked the young carer who arrived, is Richard poorly? He said Yes, I’m afraid so. Not good news. I said how sorry I was and what a decent chap Richard was but kept the spirits up for the new, although experienced Carer, with the name of Shekiel. He seemed a sociable type of lad, and we had a chinwag as he did the medications. Bade him farewell.

I decided to get the ablutions done rather late on today, mind you. I’ll have to rush in case the Phlebotomy Nurse Christina arrives early.
Took the clothes I was going to wear in the wet room with me and set to the job in hand. Nasal clearing, teeth-cleaning, and then shaving. Only one cut again today.
I’d forgotten to get the hook on the curtain back on. As I got my flobby-bellied lump in the shower, I pulled the curtains around to stop the water spraying all over, and another hook shot off! Tsk!

I must get them both back on today; it’s just that getting up on the stepladders to rebook them is a bit risky when I can’t see the holes or the steps on the ladder. It’ll be worse today, of the   in the right eye. That also has playing up today, and the left eye is definitely getting more attention from its own cataract. If I don’t get it done soon, I’ll be so handicapped.

However, the showering went very well after that. No head-butting the power box, no dizzies… Dried off and then got the sorted out without any ado, just in case Hristina arrived early. I don’t want any more embarrassment. Hehe!
Apart from the regulation agony of creaming , things went even smoother with the toes (Using the picker-upper) Germoloiding. Got the olive oil in the ears. I did spot a new bruise on the tummy bulge, but there was no hurt attached to it; no idea how I got it. Phorpained gelled the knees.

It’s still the ones that are the most bothersome at this moment…  soon changed that later.
I pressed on, got dressed, and took the clothes take off to the laundry bag.
Perfect Timing, the intercom flashed, and it was Hristina arriving at the flats. A bit of luck there, avoiding any of my bare flabby flesh being imposed on anyone. sounded, and in came the gorgeous nurse Hristina, with perfect timing.
As Hristina was taking the blood, she trod on the left foot’s ingrowing toenail. Apologising, she caught free-standing Metal Micky, knocking him over, and the handle landed straight on top of my right foot’s ingrowing toenail! The poor gal felt so guilty, but we still managed a laugh about it. She can do no wrong as far as I’m concerned! ♥
I walked to the door, slipping her a small bottle of Rose, “Oh, I love Rosso”, she said. Which so cheered me up to please her.

Then back on the computer again. I’d noticed a lack of noise coming from this morning? I do hope he’s alright, fit and well, and not laying injured in a crumpled heap, bleeding to death up there in his flat.

Look at the time. (Oh, you can’t see it can you?) It’s Gone 14:009hrs already! What happened? Did I have a mind blank?

I’ll get some updating done on the words file, ah! No, I’ll order a belt from Amazon first. All done. Back to the word list and Word Hippo.

Is kicking off again. Concentration shattered! At least she started much later in the day this time.

Shannon arrived. Got the medications sorted. She checked the food dates in the fridge; not much in there at the moment, but Shannon found three out of dates that had to be ditched. Chose a thank you treat, and off she went taking the black bag with her to the chute. ♥

Sleep was resistant again. No idea what time I nodded off, but was in the morning. I was so fatigued as well, but Sweet Morpheus wasn’t having it. Humph and !

Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit

Inchcock: Friday 30th September 2022

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04;30hrs: I woke, but not time for  Thought Storms, self-pitying, or passing the usual wind… For the  was desperately needed, I frantically farted about and somehow made it to the Throne in time, just. The evacuation took about 30 seconds, and it was all over. Minor bleeding, but not a lot. No effort from me was needed; it was all passed in auto-mode.
Besides the regulation cuts shaving, everything went so well that it worried me. However, on leaving the wet room, I did a Master-Class Top Quality, Damned painfully . Right on the edge of the door as I was closing it! Of course, it didn’t bother me at all, being the brave, heroic sort of young man that I am. Ahem!

Off to the kitchenette to make a brew of J. Sainsbury’s Extra Strong Brown Label tea.

But the morning’s views from the window caught my good eye.
It was raining and appeared so different to what it normally is.
Out came the Lumix; I offered up a prayer that it would fail me again and took these shots. The second one was taken through the bottom portion of the window. I tried different modes from the SCN options. But didn’t do very well. Although the last one was not too bad, I’m not claiming it is good, mind you.

As I was taking the last shot, an even more urgent than the first one needed for the
. This time a totally changed mode of evacuation again! Rock hard, reluctant and bloody painful. The cracks in the ceiling counted up to 46 this visit.
I spent an hour updating the Thursday blog and a further 45 minutes putting photographs on Pinterest.

Then got the seen, starting with the temperature and Blood Pressure. Roughly the same as yesterday’s results.
The NHS site indicated that the Blood Pressure was almost down in the Amber zone. The Excel graphs have broken the run of reds, and it looks much better now!

The Body Temperature has come down nicely, too! It’s taken a while for it to tumble… but all fine now!

I checked the flat repeatedly for safely leaving, lights, oven, windows, taps, heaters etc.

Jodie arrived and got the medications sorted out for me. The regulation treats accepted. ♥

Herbert above was giving me some banging, tapping and knocking. But I knew I’d soon be going out, so it didn’t bother me so much.

Then I spotted how the weather had changed so quickly. To fog!

As it turned out, I foolishly got the Lumix out of my coat pocket to take these two pictures. The first straight ahead, and the second one of the car park below on Chestnut Walk.

Oh, I’d better get ready for the bus trip. Tried to make sure I’d got everything needed, pen, mobile, hearing-aids and batteries… but I’ll tell you now, I forgot to put the camera back in my pocket!

I got down and waited for the EasyLink bus. The lady was lovely, and we chatted, and we were soon in Riverside, Bulwell. As she dropped me off, she said the pick-up was at 15:30hrs! I was sure Deana had asked them to make it for 13:30hrs? The lady said just ring us if you want it earlier, and if we can, we will do it. Fair enough. Of course, I forgot to ask her for the number!

Up in the lift, and all the others were in the room, the meeting was starting. I gave a cheery “Good morning each”, displaying my bestest smile. Humph! No one answered.
The usual thing was that so many of us could not hear everything the tutor was saying. He just carried on in the same tone when I pointed this out.
When he was talking about the exercise details of what we need to do… I could not resist letting myself talk out: “Well, on Wednesday, my morning Carer arrived just after I’d collapsed onto the floor… I went down to get the bus that did not arrive. I went back up to the flat, took off my outer clothes, and rang Easy-Link, who told me they were due at 10:00hrs. I dashed about to get dressed again. Caught the bus to the doctor, who told me that I didn’t have an appointment today. The Doctor gave me the flu jab. I had to walk back to Sherwood. Catching the bus back up the hill, I missed the step. The driver and passengers got me back on my feet. Now, I think that was a reasonable amount of exercise, bearing in mind that I had a fight with the sock glide and lost when I got into the flat? (I kept a straight face throughout) And I got the best bout of laughter from the patients for it! Although a couple on the other side just furrowed their brows and looked confused, the educator Nathaniel’s glare should really have melted me on the spot!
The best moment of the day for me, this was!

But, of course, there were bad things on the horizon going to happen that would send me back into a Dracula Depression.

I was last to leave and made my way in the windy weather that had got up into Bulwell Market to have a delve into the shops.
Going into the shops was a mistake. A shopaholic should never risk it when he has his bank card. A financial disaster! In the B&M store, I got some drinks for the nurses, Wardens and Carers. Different ones, I like to tweak their interest. I came out of the shop with two big bags full of stuff! Babycham, cokes, disinfectant, snacks, chocolates, mini wines, and biscuits (A lot of them!)
As I turned from the checkout and the dangerously overloaded with the two bags hanging on the handles of the walker, I realised there was a min-rainstorm out there!

I was soaked to the skin in minutes. People were running into shops to escape the wind and rain, and the Market Stalls were abandoned. I got out the umbrella, and with needing both hands to control the walker-trolley in the howling wind, this was an impossibility. So I just had to get wetterer!
What could I do? So I went into the Heron Foods store. I came out with non-alcoholic drinks (I0), a Korean black bean Chilli. (I still don’t know why I did that), lemon desserts, black bags and Skinny Whips for the Carers. Came out, and the rain and wind were no better, so I took cover in the Iceland Shop. Tsk! Black bags, rice, Orange flavoured Wagon Wheels (they were for me!), Zoflora, and Party Ring biscuits.

This is where I thought I could get some smashing shots of the abandoned stalls, people running this way and that, and the atrocious weather. I got outside again, and the weather was worse than ever! The Market Place looked like a bomb site as the wind blew the emptied stalls all over. I tried to hasten back to the shelter of the Riverside Venue to get under cover, at least. But controlling the three-wheeler with all that weight on it, there was more weight now as the carrier bags filled with rainwater! Then I realised I’d forgotten to take the camera with me! Wot an Idiot!

Fighting to keep control, I walked into a massive puddle; I had no choice in the matter. The way the wind went, so did I! The shoes filled up with the cold rain. Eventually, I got into the building. And walked through to the car park entrance. Checked the time, and I still had over an hour to wait for the Easy-Link bus to arrive.

The waiting area inside had these massive automatic sliding doors for exit and ingress. The rain and wind continued! And those sliding doors never stopped opening and closing, even when no one was near them. I was chilled to the bone, wet and miserable.

Also, when I got the crossword book out to have a go at during my marathon wait for the lift, it was soaked through. Not surprising, really. But it did annoy me a bit.

When the minibus arrived, and the driver chap came in, boy was I happy! I could have kissed him, but didn’t! He was not a natural natterer, so a silent journey, apart from me talking. But, he cheered up when we got back to the flats. When I gave him a choice of drinkies from the trolley bag.

All I wanted to do, was to get a mug of tea and dried off. BUT NO!
There in the foyer, hands on her hips and looking threatening was Warden Julie. “They’re waiting for you in the salon, you’ve got yer feet appointed, and that was for over an hour ago!”
I couldn’t argue or even bother to explain the reason for my being late; I was drained and very damp. She kindly frog-marched to the salon. Not really, but it sounded good, dinnit? Just walked with the dripping trolley and soaked all over in the squelching shoes as fast as I could to the salon.
I don’t think the nail-cutter was very happy at having to stay on longer to do me. I did explain to her why I was late, but it didn’t raise a smile, get me out of her hatred zone, or even get any comment after telling her.
She did speak to me after cutting two of my toes. She only nobbled one last time? She told me I  now had two ingrowing toenails. From start to finish, she did the job in less than five minutes? I was certainly in pain from the normal toenails she cut; the last toe that she cut; made me jump. I said a naughty word! Shame!
Usually, I offer them a drinkie, but the cans were in the water in the carrier bags, and I didn’t know which one anyway. I’ll take some down for them next week. Paid the £25 demanded, with my last £30. Telling the lady at the desk, who owns the salon, about how I struggle to find pound coins to pay the Easy-Link with, and she gave me Five coins instead of a fiver. x

Got back into the flat at long last. Got the wet clothes off, drained the carrier bags, and sorted out the purchases bought.
Disinfectants wot I got. The Fabulosa washing scent stuff stunk awful to me, but the Carer loved it?

Ah, the treats here, each and every one a new variety. No, they are!

I can’t understand why I bought those Mexican beans in chilli? They’re bound to be too hot for me! That Dairy-Free spread looks worth a try.

Chestnut mushrooms. Sausages for Richard on Monday, and I’m looking forward to trying that Korean BBQ-flavoured rice. I’ll ask Richard to help me break them up.
I got on the computer about six hours ago, and am still on it doing this blog, now. Apart from when Sam (I think) called. Some names I can remember… but not many. Got me sorted and chose one of the new drinkies and a Chunky White Milky Bar for nibbles in thanks.

I pressed on until I started getting the shivers, obviously, from getting soaked through earlier.
I shall get something to eat and call it quits. I’ll have to finish this in the morning… There’s a thought, I hope I get a Carer, it’s Saturday innit tomorrow.
Back in the morning… I hope!

A sad meal was made up. A veggie burger on three uncut sliced cobs, and I sliced up some of Jenny’s donated tomatoes. ♥ And a banana for afters. Not the best looking or appetizing meals I’ve done, but I was in pain and so weary. The Taste-Rating of 3.5/10. But most likely, this low score was due to my state of Health. I can’t smell things very well now with the cold coming on. I’m still shivering cold, sniffling, stabbing away at me, and the feet are so painful, it’s hard to believe! To counter the discomfort, I took an extra Codeine and a Hemp capsule. Sleep will help as much as anything, I think. After the care calls, I’ll get myself settled in the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-producing, smell-retaining, gungy beige coloured, none-working, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, and if it’s not on, turn on the TV, in hopes that it will help me get to sleep. It normally does; I’ll nod off when the commercials come on screen.

Ad KI was checking the SD file before turning off the computer, and I found the one on the left was on the SD card.

The Mystery Photo of the Month?

I know what I think it might have just been, but that would have been a physical impossibility. Does anyone have any thoughts on the subject? Obviously, a shot was taken by mistake?

18:25hrs: Jodie, I think it was, but you never know for sure – Well, I don’t anyway! Sad, innit? I was watching an episode of ‘Heartbeat’ at the time she arrived, and I was almost dropping off. Hehehe!
Got the tablets issued. The Carer put my socks on… not on herself, on me. Hehe! I think I’ve made a mess of this? Might have been Sam? We had a chat then, she chose some treats, and she took the waste bag to the chute on her way out.

I settled to watch the second episode of Heartbeat. During which I estimate I nodded off about eight or nine times. Ruined the viewing.
The next time I woke up was about an hour later.
I turned off the TV, assured now that I would soon be in the Land of Nod within minutes, which I was!

, I bounded back awake, convinced I’d left the hot water tap running! I rose painfully onto my feet. The feet and toes were giving me some bother and a half!
mainly. The knees seemed to have given way to the new Unguis incarnates pains. Off into the kitchenette, no tap running, then I went into the wet room to check there and shoulder-charged the doorframe going in. This got going; the toes were getting worse, and
after all that, the hot tap was not running.
Not that that was the end of the little mental pandemonium known as , Oh, no!
Back in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner, without the slightest chance of nodding off again, due to the hurting and activities of !
But nothing could stop the Thought Storms from raging into life. This triggered the . As far as recall, I got up to check the fridge and freezer doors, and the oven had not been left on, and then if the front door had been locked.
Each trip was making the toes more painful! Thus even less chance of dropping off to sleep now!
I elapid there, train to think of something I could concentrate on to avoid the Thought Storm messages. I made a story up, a comedy, with relative to me failures and Whoopsiedangleplops on it. The feet were now getting the attention of Colin Cramps!
I think I might have been about to fall asleep, for the Thought Storms had gone offline in my brain. And I started sneezing hard and often. Of course, this set off , and I gave up any hopes of sleep, all together. I dare not take any more painkillers today… or yesterday as it is now.

Not one of my betterer days!

Inchcock: Thursday 29th September 2022 – Cartoon, Ode, Diary

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Cost Of Living Cartoon

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The Messiest of Days!

23:55hrs: I shot awake with a new problem on my mind… I’d realised as I lay there, unable to sleep due to the Thought Storms, that I’d got the Morrison order coming at the same time as I should be at the Doctors surgery this morning!
I tumbled my rhinoceros-like but wobbly body from the c1966 recliner and got the computer on to change the delivery time. But it would not let me!
I tried their helpline… Helpline? Ha! An hour later, after going through the reasons available that I could use, but finding none about delivery time changes, I got to a message centre on their helpline…Helpline? Ha! I explain the reasons for my wanting to change the delivery time to later in the day, whichever suits them. I even told them of my dementia and being partially disabled, thinking it might spark a bit of compassion and help. Then, later on, I was so glad to see a message from them in the inbox. “How kind of them”, I thought. This is the message I got back:

In a mess now, just don’t know what will happen or what I can do?

Did the Health Checks.
04:20hrs now, I must get the ablutionisationing done next.

The Blood Pressure was in the Hyper Red One again.
The pulse had shot up, likely due to my getting all het-up again over my damned cock-ups with the doctors’ appointments, then the food delivery from Morrison’s.

Started. The end hook came off of the shower curtain again, which meant to replace it; I’d need to go from the wet room through the hallway into the end room and get the step ladders. Through the hall, back into the wet room. Then risk an climbing up the steps, no doubt cutting my finger on the hook as door usual, then get safely through the climbing down the steps, and back through the hallway to the back room and replace the step ladders. Back to the wet room. I thought Sod that, not with the luck I’m having.
The teggie-cleaning went okay. The shaving was a smidge ridden. So many cuts that I lost count of them. Nothing serious, though.
I enjoyed the showering. It was Dizzy Dennis, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, free, and headbutting the panel. I wasn’t about to go into Smug-Mode…  Oh no!
I dried off without knocking anything off of the floor cabinets, no .

Started a new tube of Daktacort cream to use on Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. & .

Germoloided
At least there was no pain from this, just blessed, cooling relief. These tubes are now £6.50 each at Sainsbury’s. Humph!

Phorpain gelled both knees and then rubbed some into and around the ball joint.

Despite the cadaver colouring of my lower limbs, which I can worry about at a later date. (Well, maybe) The ulcers were the calmest they’ve been for years. And, the bloating had all gone now. Oh, and not a lot of bother from Peripheral Pete’s leg dances or any involuntary Hitler salutes either. So that was good!

Got dressed and went into the kitchen to make the first brew of tea, Thompson’s Punjana.
I tried a different setting on the Lumix this time. Hand Held Night. I was not overly impressed. The screen said it takes several shots together to reduce blurring. Mmm?

All done. Now to get the things I’ll need into the pockets of the jackets.

No Carer had called. So down to the lobby for the EasyLink bus. It did not show up. I waited half an hour. Had a good look outside in case they had gone to the wrong flats block.

Back up to the flat. Morrison food arrived. I got it put away, put away.

Phoned Meridian about medications they are sorting. Scary! Nothing happened, of course. Stripped of the outer clothing and tried to relax a bit. Put Deana’s flowers in the sink.

Rang EasyLink. They said the bus was due at 10:00hrs.  

I had to rush around getting the clothing back on again to get down again in time. I went through the link walk to see if Deana might be there, but she was busy elsewhere, on her own again. I got out and to the waiting driver just as he was about to give up on me. But he was a little early, bless him.

Got to the doctor in plenty of time. Went in and to the reception. It seems that I didn’t have an appointment today! What? Dr Vindla came to me as I was seated, waiting for a decision on what to do about me. She said she’ll do my flu jab, and took me into her room and did just that for me. Her lips curled, and a smile partly broke out as she stuck the hypo in my arm, sending me to the reception, saying I will be given another appointment for the Severe Frailty Checks. (The brilliant bit of this is that Nurse Nicole is giving the test! ♥♥♥ Yippee!
Thus, I was given a fourth appointment (since August) for the Frailty Test! For Thursday 6th October at 09:00hrs. What are the odds of it being changed again after I’ve arranged with EasyLink for a lift? Cragknangles! I put the date and time on Google Calendar when I got back to the flat. Getting there was delayed by Lidl and my Shopaholic tendencies!

I walked to the Carrington Pharmacy. And bought a tube of Germoloid without really thinking. It cost me £7.49!

Then hobbled to the Lidl store, where I got carried away a smidgeon, buying enough stuff to fill a large carrier bag. Getting on the first bus was a battle; it was crammed with passengers, and I struggled with the trolley walker and the bag of food.
Dropped off in Sherwood, and I limped over to the bus stop to catch the 40 bus up the hill to the flats. Got inside and managed to catch poor overworked Deana. Still on her own. She said she’s ring EasyLink for me about the lift tomorrow. Not heard anything yet, but still hoping to get lifted.

It looked a little healthier with the Morrisons and now the Aldi stuff in the fridge. Is that the right word? I’ve decided tonight to have the Frikadellen and sliced potatoes, with some tomatoes for the meal. It really is years since I’ve had these, back in the days before they even made Veggie-Frikadellens.

Phoned Meridian about medications they are still sorting, getting medications for eight hours ago sorted.

Esther turned up. I gave her an intimidating look that I could muster. (It didn’t work) and asked outright; How much will you be charging this week after helping yourself to my drinks and charging me £20 last week, because I’m short on funds! “Nothing!” she lied!
Later she moaned about the machines being broken down and how long it took her to get the washing done and mentioned a fiver. So, I gave her all the change I could find, only £4.70. Later she went through my pockets and found some odd coins – Cheeky-Poo! So I gave her the 30p I was short, and a penny extra! Hahaha!

The New Meridian lady came up to see me for a chat. Nice patient, gal. She took the flowers down with her for Deana. Can I remember her name? No! Which is surprising for an educated young man like me. Ahem!

I was showing interest in kicking off. She has been known to throw a few mini-shakes for an hour, not often – but then the barm-storming ball-joint-wrenching shoulder shuddering starts in earnest. I can feel her warming up[ for one now!

The ticker rate was slowing down nicely. That’s the thing that worried me an iota. Was a bit of a pest still. Reflux Roger was giving me some sharp bursts of wind and some rapid outbursts of wind. Although they are now getting less frequent. Having a nice female in the flat is tantamount to taking CBD, you know? For me anyway!

Oh, I forgot to mention this morning’s after-shower session with Glenda. Will suffice!

I had a bottle of Morrison’s Raspberry & Blackberry Spring Water on the computer side. It was refreshing and is now about empty. The Roast Vegetable Risotto will do for tomorrow night. I’m going to dine well. In fact, I’ll get cooking now! I got the sliced potatoes seasoned and into the oven.

Then, fifteen minutes later, I got the Frikadellens in the microwave, and I cooked them for two minutes. Getting the potatoes out of the oven, as per usual, and I burnt my right thumb... Which was better than the left one. Cause of the Peripheral Neuropathy being on my right side, it was a painless experience! Hehehe! I think the neurotransmitters must have been out of touch at the time! Got the meal served up, and the only thing OI did not eat or enjoy trying to was the crap Morrisons substituted tasteless Danish bread; they did the same last week, but I gave that one away. I wish I had this one now!
However, this meal attracted a Flavour-Rating of 8.9/10, all the same.

Sinead arrived as I was battling to stay awake to watch a ‘Heartbeat’ episode on Freeview. She was her usual caring self, bless her. Got the medication sorted and inquired what had gone wrong with the morning Carer, as no one had filled in or signed the log sheet?
We had a natter, and I offered her one of the Special Mini Bottles I got from Aldi today. I thought they were dead cute, and Sinead agreed, alcohol-free Aperitivo Rosso. This gal has class; I can see that! ♥

Back to the TV after Sinead departed, I was brokenhearted.

I fell asleep… Nice!

Inchcock: Wednesday 28th September 2020

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POLITICAL CARTOON
The Labour Party Attack Planners!
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A tongue-in-cheek ode today!

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05:00hrs: I woke up, but I wanted to go back to sleep again. I awaited the arrival of the needs doe a wee-wee and or the Porcelain Throne, half-hoping to nod off again. As I lay there, partly hanging off of the £300, bought over eight years ago from the charity shop, Harold Haemorrhoids testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, it dawned on me that I maybe should not be so tired? I think I’d had nearly six hours of shut-eye!
Minutes later, following a very odd, almost musical, extended release of gas from the rear end, I rose, caught my balance and hobbled to the wet room.
No rushing, but I sensed that things mayhaps be about to begin of their own accord evacuation-wise. So got my bottom on the Porcelain Throne. A good job too. A totally different style of product exited. Similar to a single giant Zophobas Morio worm, it was even the same colour. No stink with it this time. No bleeding either. Well, being there, I decided to get the actioned.
Med HydrWhat seems to be the regulation-two minimal nicks shaving. Another lump came off the double molar teeth cleaning. And Little Inchies needed treating.
Then I got the started. Got the sphygmomanometer and did the Blood Pressure.

Not so good again. As for the last couple of days, it was at Hypertension Red One. The body temperature was back up too high again, at 36.5°f.

I made a mug of 99 tea and made a start on the Computing. But had to go to the , for a second visit. Aha! Yet another different evacuation. Bat to the rabbit droppings mode this time. Still no bleeding from anywhere, and there was no pain in passing. There was a more distinctive aroma attached to this second dollop, though.

I meandered into the kitchenette, then the balcony, and took a few photographicalisation of the views that were available. The end of Chestnut Walk car park.

Then a straight ahead picture of the low horizon puffer clouds.

They soon filled the sky later. But the Lumix was not having it again! I know that the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchcock; to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, worry and confuse me! But this Lumix is doing my head in! Then I took the last shot to date, of the clouds in the car park.
  Arrived, he said when asked that he was not so bad today. That didn’t stop the yawns coming through. He was not in such a rush today. Checked the wrist alarm batteries, and we had a gossip that went down well.

Things started to ape-shit when Richard left! So, the diary will get a bit thin now; detail-wise, sorry.

The computer screen froze

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Started his tap-tapping, clanging and banging activities again. Not for as long as yesterday, about three or four hours, methinks. But there’s plenty of time for him to get out and buy more and noisier tools and Cocaine and come back and kick off again. Hehehe!

I got on with the Tuesday blog updating. But it was a long hard slog; I was making so many mistakes, even I couldn’t believe it. I spent yonks correcting stuff. No doubt I’ve missed many things. Very frustrating! Well into the afternoon by the time I got it done and posted off.

I went for at least my twelfth wee-wee, just as Herbert started clunking away again.

The landline flashed – My plans were thrashed.
She said they would pick me up in the morning for the Doctors visit at 10:00hrs. I mentioned the Friday booking for the Diabetes session. A momentarily scary silence! We do not have a booking for you this week.
Richard had told Deana for me two weeks ago of the changes made. I suppose I should have checked after last week’s welcome but unexpected lift to Bulwell. The dreaded words… ‘You’ll have to phone us in the morning at 08:30hrs. I don’t know if we can do it until then’ This is going to be fun. I tried again to contact Deana but was diverted. She must be off work ill or on holiday. This struggle to get help is so frustrating.

The fatigue fell, and I gave up. I’ll make a meal, then the evening care will be due to arrive and wake me up again; unless, of course, I don’t fall asleep… No, don’t be silly!

Nosh

Fell asleep

Carer Chloe woke me up and gave me medications.

Sunset shots

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Friday 16th Sept: Farcical Diabetes Meeting Day

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FRIDAY FUN CARTOON

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03:35hrs: I stirred, passed the wind and coughed a little. Found a couple of chips in the crumpled cushion as I exited the recliner. Between my legs was a kitchen towel roll, crushed?
I remembered the diabetes session and the need to get the blog done and posted before going out. So, without any delay, I got the computer going. But Mr Fries, the overpaid smoke & Mirrors boss, decided I wouldn’t! Down Again!

I got the Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, and carried out the I used the Lumix cameras on Auto mode, to take this photo, not good is it?


As has been the blood pressure habit now for a week or more, up and down twixt the Red’s Hypo-1, 2, and 3, and suddenly back down into the amber zone; Today’s being on the border of the Hypertension 2 & 3.
This does not seem to bother my Doctor much at all. Nor me, for that matter; there’s no way of getting any helpful advice. I put the figures onto the Excel record. Someone just might be interested. I can hear and see them now: ‘Well, of course, I knew this would nobble him in the end. Still, he’d had enough, having Dementia, Cataract, and Depression… it’s a blessing in disguise. Where did you say he kept his money?
Hehehe! It’s essential to keep a sense of humour, innit?

Back on the computer, to see if ambidextrous Mr Fries, the money-cruncher and con-man, has worked out how to get the Virgin Media Internet back online – Oh, it’s working!
Well, done, Mr Fries; give yourself another $1 bonus.

I got the blog finished and sent it off to WordPress. A funny one about me and Alto-Inchy.

But of course, it went down again.

So I got the ablutionisationing done.
A few cuts shaving, but nothing serious. Then the came into use. Trotsky and Constipation Konrad were both about equally effective.

Carol, not seen her for a week or two. Lovely woman. Got the meds sorted and had a laugh and natter. ♥.

Got the things that needed to be checked ready for the Link bus to arrive. Got in a pickle with finding some of the stuff needed, Tsk! Down and outside with the trolley walker in good time. The driver took the payment from my pocket, and we were soon in Bulwell, in the Riverside car park. An unexpected scene presented itself… As the driver got me out of the minibus, I spotted the number of people queuing. along the back of the car park, up to the main road and around the corner!
I thought there might have been a fire alarm at first. There were people mustering the queuers who all had Nottingham City Council Badgers on. One of them came over to the driver and said something to him. He related, “You’ve got to join the queue to get in “. I joined the rank and file, behind what I estimated as 120 people! The driver drove off.
After 15-minutes and very little movement, I observed that an inordinately large percentage of the people were wearing face masks. Then it clicked, and I asked the man and woman in front of me, “Is this the Covid vaccination queue?” Yes, the lady said. The Nottingham City Council bouncer has assumed that is what I went there for. And sent me to join them. Naughty!
I walked into the centre, but I could not see any of the others on the course? Mind you, by now, it was well passed the starting time. So I went up in the lift, and I found some standing in the hallway. It seems some of them had had a text telling them the course will now start at 11:00 hrs, not 11:00hrs? While three of them had one telling them it will begin at the usual time?
Several of them said, Sod this, it’s farcical; I’m going home! As they approached the stairs to leave, the course man Nathanial arrived. I’m not sure if they all came back or not, but there seemed to be more space in the room compared to the last meeting.
As the meeting started, I stopped Nat to tell him, “I can’t hear what he’s saying, he’s too quiet, and when you do speak up, it’s too fast for me to catch”. I set the ball rolling there! Three others backed me up. Nathanial was amazed and thought we could all hear him. Then carried on in just the volume!

We all made a rush to escape when the meeting was over. I went down with Helen in the lift with our trolleys. Got outside, but the queue was still massive, nowhere to sit while waiting for the minibus. Helen’s taxi arrived, so then I had no one to talk to either. Hehe!

The bus arrived, and the non-communicative driver soon me back at the flats. Gave him a bottle of shandy in appreciation and hobbled up to the flat.

To find a letter delivered that looked official! Had a wee-wee, washed and investigate the correspondence. It was the Co-op Bank informing me of the balance of my savings account. It had gone up from last year… from £2.99, to £3.00. Ah, well!

I took a photo of the afternoon view.
Did some updating on this blog, and then the Fatigue-Fall fell on me?
I was of no use at all. My concentration collapsed, and my body and mind told me to get sat down and relax.
So I did!

within seconds of sitting down, and I slept unbrokenly for about four hours. To be rudely awoken to the chimes of ♫ Oh Susana ♫ blaring out.
Jozeph had arrived. I was only partially aware of what took place, but I feel we had a little natter. Memories of walking to the door with him to lock it and having to ask him to take the waste bag.

I thought I was going to stay up. So, the evening sky and sunsetting looked so beautiful; I thought I’d take some shots of it from the left to the right.

Mother Nature at her finest.

I then proceeded t get something to eat, but I didn’t feel up to making a full meal.
So, the microwave and kettle were used. A veggie burger on a cob and a pot of instant potato, bubble & squeak with cheese granules added.
I got down in the recliner to eat eat, making plans of updating this blog later, and even scribbled some notes to reaming me to go into it. I soon had it eaten, put the tray on the Carers table, while making plans of all the work I’d got to catch up on…
And drifted off until 03:35hrs in the morning! But it was a fitful sleep, full of jumping awakes, that it felt like were happening every five minutes!
Humph!

Inchcock Today: Sunday 11th September 2022

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07:10hrs: Yet another night of jumping awake and waiting to nod off again. So much so that on waking up proper, around 05:00hrs, I drifted off unintentionally until 07:10hrs. Sweet Morpheus was not kind to me last night at all.
I feared that the Carer might have called earlier, but he/she could not get in. Especially if it was an annoying one who refused to press the doorbell. I always hear that, and it never fails to wake me up if asleep, and it had not done that. I caught my balance and hobbled to unlock the front door. But it was not locked! So was pretty sure that they would have walked in anyway.
Being up late, I started to prep Josies veg for her chilli-con-carne meal. Got them on the boil and added them to the saucepan.
Got the sorted out. A nice looking set of returns this time. SIA dropped to 138. DIA down to 61, Pulse up but not a lot, to 78.
Put the figures into the CP analyser and got this returned. Great, I’m back just in the amber! In the High-Normal Zone.

My noisy Neighbour above, Herbert, sounded off, with a different style of sound today. A chug-chugging for a few minutes, then a loud thud. Then silence… Dang sang dang, Dang! Oh, I do hope he’s not hurt himself; you know, dropped a steam engine on his foot and is laying there in absolute agony as the hot steam burns its way through his clothing and into his lower regions. I considered going up to ask if he was alright, just for a laugh.

Off to make my first brew of Glengettie Welsh tea. And I thought (I do that occasionally), Blimey, it’s dark out there!

I temporarily lifted the glasses from my nose to reveal the right view, although blurred from the window – it was foggy, to say the least. The first photo was taken straight ahead.
The second one of straight down n from the window of the Chestnut Drive car park. A good job I was using the grab strap on my wrist. Cause I dropped the Lumix, but it didn’t get away from me; the strap held it.
Then went out on the balcony and took this picture. Not that there is much to see other than fog. Hehe!

I went through to the kitchen and checked on Josie’s food progress. Looking good and tasting good too! I reckon the basil helped today.
Just hope Josie likes it.

I went on the blogging duties then and got involved with the Ode Words list again. An hour or two was lost there. Tsk! I  reluctantly had to force myself to stop.

Got the meal delivered to Josie. Who did not mention Betty Bunter today? But did ask me for the umpteenth time if I drink the gin etc. I said no. She added: Whyever do you buy it then? I did mention this time; For the pleasure of sharing and caring, Josie. I got a furrowed brow and an odd sort of ‘He’s nuts!’ look. Hehe!

Then I set about cleaning up the kitchen… and the hot water tap was running cold! So, no shaving for me today… unless it comes back on. Then the fear that I may have left the tap running in the wet room came over me…
The old ticker was beating as I hurried into the wet room – but all was okay in there! Phew!
Back to cleaning the kitchen, which was a bit risky, Accifauxpas-wise. Boiling kettles and saucepans of water so I could clean up was done carefully. and slowly to avoid any spillages.  

I’d filled another waste bag already, so took it to the chute room.
I used a photo from the last time I did this. (Cause I didn’t take the camera with me) It’s getting a regular habit. Dropped the posh-looking collapsible stick, bent down to retrieve it, and hit my head in the cast-iron chute lid. I merely laughed off the pained head, right knee and my feeling a pratt. And skipped back to the flat yodelling.

I got the Porcelain Throne activities done and checked the knee and head the ankle was suddenly stinging. Rubbed some Phorpain gel in the knee, and spot of Germolene on the back of the head, and some Arnica cream on the ankle. I think I got these the wrong way around? The ankles and feet looked pretty good.

Time to get my own nosh now.
Apart from undercooking the veggie burger, overcooking the chips (fries), and the Heinz bean-filled potato croquettes, well; I broke another tooth eating a chip. The undercooked burger gave me the wind and runs. As for the bean-filled potato croquettes, Never again! I still have four of them left in the freezer, so if anyone fancies them and has a liking for eating cardboard, please come and help yourself. But, be warned, a taste rating of 1⅛/10 was given. Mostly mayhap to my lack of culinary skills, though? Guilty!

Went to get the pots washed, but the hot water was barely warm again. Hell of a dangerous job having to heat water in the kettle and saucepan to use. And how do I go on in trying to shave? I’d assumed the water would get heated again by now, but no! I didn’t shave yesterday, so must do it tonight somehow.

Cassie woke me up. I was deep in sleep and dreaming. Of a cyber-friend, Billum. He was at a laptop using a slide rule and kept cutting his finger? Cassie got the medications done and was keen to get away, not that she rushed anything, oh no. She asked if anything else was needed as she approached the inner door. There wasn’t. and I offered her a choice of drinks and nibbles. She only took a Tango drink… I think. Took the waste gag out with her, bless her cotton socks.

I decided to get a stand-up wash and shave and just make the best of shaving carefully. I should not have risked it, really. The water was barely warm still, and each time I refilled the sink, it seemed to be getting colder. When the water was really hot, as it has been for months now, if, or rather when I cut myself shaving, the hot water kept the bleeding down to a minimum. But not today, oh no! I stopped shaving, deciding that the hot water must surely be hot by the morning, and I have the shave then.

I settled to watch a programme on remembering the Twin Towers. But drifted off at the first set of commercials.

Monday 5th September 2022

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MORNING CARTOON

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INCHIES DAIRY, IMITATION ODE, & CARTOON

06:30: Up later than planned, hoping the J Sainsbury order, which was due twixt 06:00 > 20:00hrs, had not been, and I’d not heard them. I meandered wobbly into the kitchenette and took these photos of the view.
I took the one on the right through the bottom window. It had been raining but was just stopping now.
The houses looked reasonably wet, I could not see the roadways clearly enough. So I used the camera to zoom in to have a look at Cavendish Road, or Close, or Street, or whatever. Hehe!
I was not exactly soaking wet, more severely damp.
I stripped off to get the ablutions tended to, and the left wrist looked terribly swollen and blotchy. No idea why; it itched but did not hurt at all. I got in the bathroom and realised that I had only got two pairs of my smaller American-made Nappies… I mean Protection Pants, left! I had the best of them all, the Tena, but they are not suitable for going out in, they are so bulky, they show through the trousers, but ace at coping with any leakages! So, I ordered some of the American Depend ones from Amazon. Sod the cost, I got a multipack to last me for a month at least. Likely even longer cause, as I say, the Depend ones are not used other than when someone is visiting, or I go to the hospital or as it happens tomorrow to the Doctors. Not a lot of people can say that! Hehehe! Got the ablutions sorted out.

J Sainbury sent me an email about the order due today.
As you can see, they continue to be short of various foods, like bread, nuts, and veggie products.
They also sent a tray of ‘Fresh’ Parmentier potatoes that showed on the pack it arrived today as the last use-by date!
What’s the Sainsbury slogan? Sainsbury’s, making life taste better!
Yes…
I’m sure!

Arrived while I was bending down to pick up some bits I’d dropped, putting them in the wast bag. He fetched the picker-upper, handed it to me, and told me off for not using it. Hehe!
Pillock! I lost it again and thought for some reason that I was going to the Doctor’s today, not tomorrow. And although Richard wanted to get away, I asked him if he could go through the things I need to remember to tell the doctor about. Obligingly he did. But rushed off afterwards – Whoosh! He still took the bags to the chute for me. Bless him. Moments afterwards, I realised my cock-up; I did feel like a right proper fool!

♫ Oh, Susan chimed out ♫ It was my precious Nurse Hristina, come to take the Warfarin INR test blood. She is an Angel. I managed to have a natter with her this time. So, that made up for Richard having to shoot off early. A sweetheart, remind me of HRH. ♥ Of course, she fancies me so much!

As Hristina went, the Sainsbury man arrived. This chap usually does not squash the soft stuff at the bottom of the boxes… but not today. I cheered up a smidgeon when I got the boxes into the kitchen, and I spotted something in the left carton… Germoloid Cream!
What a sight, I could feel pain from easing just looking at it. Har-Har!
Not cheap, as the Protection Pants I’ve ordered, but both are sort of vital to me.
I placed it in the usual place in the wet room, safely in view, where I knew I can find it when needed… which was now! But the food needed storing away first. You can just see the crushed cakes, almost out-of-date Parmentier potatoes? Along with orange desserts, disinfectant, orange cordial, cheesy Idaho potatoes and Richards beef slices, I always get him a pack or two each week. He’s a good lad.
Here are the baked bean pasties, freshly podded garden peas I bet the bank manager can’t afford these, well, I can’t, but they are delicious) Yellow and red tomatoes, ordered before Jenny gave me some, strawberries for Warden and Table-Top Dancer, Deana if I ever get to see her again, and sliced potatoes.
The fridge has never been fuller, and I think I’ve got another order coming later in the week, I think… maybe. Perhaps?

A bit of bad luck here; hard to believe, I know! I was taking the waste bags and boxes back to the front door and had a spot bother with a , only of a few seconds, but enough to have me over this time. The bags and boxes I was carrying prevented me from using the walls as support. Shook me for a minute or two. But all okay when I got back up, apart from a leg on the airer that I fell on, Gorilla tape to the rescue. A minuscule scratch and an even smaller bruise on the right knee. All goodski!

♫ Oh, Susana ♫ chimed up again. It was the Amazon long Diabetic socks arriving, with the Organic Hemp Capsules, Hemp and Lemon Balm. A bigger bag this time, not in a tub, but three times as many

They seem bigger to me as well. And, they work out cheaper. Plus, of course, they will last longer. On a rare winner here, I think! But I’m not going into a
Well, knowing my luck, Hehehe!

I gave the socks a good check-over. I have to admit they seem strong enough and long enough to me. All ready for the winter months!

I very belatedly got the Sunday blog finished and sent off. Busy day up to now; I don’t think I’ve ever been so late in posting one off to WordPress. Obviously, this means another stay-up-late job to get this one started. Just when I needed to get the sleep in to be prepared for the Doctor’s tut-tutting and ignoring me in the morning’s appointment.

I’ve not done the darned yet! I’d better get them sorted, then.
Just look at the results! They tell me to take these Blood Pressure readings in the morning, but taking them tonight – and I got the best ever results!
I AM IN THE GREEN!!!

♫ Happiness, Happiness… ♫
Great, a definite upgrade to a Class One – Grade A, Super Class One upgrade! There’s a chance I may regret saying that!

♫ Oh, Susana ♫ burst forth from the door chime. Jodie called. Nice to see her again; we had a little chinwag and laugh after she’d tended to my needs. (Ahem!) A special thank you treat & choice of cold drink.

Then, I went to put the kettle on. A habit of mine; the same as finding the mug of tea I made hours ago on the counter and stone cold! Getting late now. This photo of the dying sun was taken. I got this decentish shot on the first try. It had to happen sometime! Hehe!

At last, I got around to doing some work on this blog. I was doing well… until the two little fingers started dancing about of their own accord! I nearly dropped the camera taking this photograph of little monkeys!
It was impossible to type safely while they were wallowing all over the place, so I gave up until they stopped dancing.

Then, ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ burst forth yet again! A little late for a caller? I opened the door, and there was Jenny’s hubby Frank. A nicer bloke does not exist! He was returning the tablets that I gave to Jenny yesterday. Just one used. A note with them from Jenny: Said they did not agree with her at all. Poor gal was sick and unsteady, then fell asleep for four hours.
I wanted to call her on the landline but thought better of it in case it disturbed her. Poor Jenny. So I sent an email of condolences at her predicament. Not that would help her. Typing that was fun.

Off to put the oven on, ready for the now past-the-sell-by-date Parmentier potatoes that J Sainsbury delivered yesterday. (It is Friday morning now!) Not that the folks around here would know, lights still showing in all the houses. Have I lost it again, timewise? I took another photo of the multitude of household lights. The flippy photo disappeared from the SD card again! So much for bragging about the last photo I took. Humph! Big-Gob strikes again.

I’ll put the photo of the meal on tomorrow. He’s say’s full of confidence!

Hope I don’t get up late, must get things done for the Doctors visit. So the blog may be even later… Fed-up!

Cheers, all!