Inchcock – Thurs 17 Sept 2020: Got out and about, dizzies, confused, and the memory mouldered!

TFZer Angels? ♥

Thursday 17th September 2020

Icelandic: Fimmtudaginn 17 September 2020

A Straight Six-Hours Kip! Yee-ha!

04:10hrs: As I woke, the regular kerfuffle of scrambling out of the c1968 recliner, and getting as swiftly as I could to the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) in time, was activated. But the PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribble) beat me to it this time. The passing was of the precipitously, unexpectedly strong HPSAUOC (High-Pressure-Sprinkly-Unexpectedly-Orange-Colour) style! No after-dripping though!

PIP, (Proximal Interphalangeal Pain) in the right hand’s little finger joints, has never been more tender and painful, I hand to use the left hand to carry the bucket to the wet room for cleaning and disinfecting. Where I had to utilise the Porcelain Throne the instant that I’d cleaned the bucket. Just as well that I was so close to the Throne. The bowel-controlled movement was again, rapid, painful, and this time a little messy! a stomach ache began after the evacuation had finished. An oddly most happening, that was?

The new growth on top of the right foot was looking a little darker, I think it might have spread out a bit more overnight. I changed the PP’s and wrapped the used ones in the bag to go in the Sharps & Contaminated bin.

The stick thermometer indicated that once again, the body-temperature was above 35°c, I can’t tell what the last figure is, a three or a five, I assume. Either of them is a good enough result for me.

I was amazed to hear the damned annoying ‘Hum’ grow in volume as I was getting the medication things out of the drawers. The sphygmomanometer SYS reading was again far too high!

All the same, it was down from 176 yesterday to 175 today. Hahahaha!

I took a snap of the view towards Nottingham and I had to nip back to the wetroom, for a wee-wee. This time it was back to the old regular, CLD  (Cloudy-Long-Dribbling) style. It took a good while to finish, and a smidge of  Diabetes insipidus, after-dribbling.

I made a brew, and got on the computer, and spent a few hours doing the updating of yesterday’s diary. Weirdly, Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were working like they did before the stroke? Perfectly! They started off later on, of course!

Having got the job done, I posted the blog off, doing some sneezing as well, I lost the plot there, sorry. Made a template up, and went to get the Ablutions done. If the maintenance man calls early enough, I want to be ready to catch the bus to town and take some photographs.

The ablutions were rushed a little, apart from the showering. Which meant a few shaving cuts, and many dropsies.

: The worst thing was when I stubbed my toe against the shower chair.

Naturally, it didn’t bother me in the least. Ahem!

I got dressed and had an odd breakfast, of an apple and some potatoes leftovers from the fridge.

Did some more graphicationalisationing, well, one anyway.

Got ready to go out, on my Escape from Lockdown, to Nottingham City Centre.

When I got back, I made a post about the trip, told the tale with photographs galore of Nottingham. While it was fresh in my memory box. Posted it:

Link: Inchcock’s Escape from Lockdown! Picture Style

Down to the ground floor. Noticing the patchwork on the new lift-lobby, newly screeded floor. Hope it holds when they have the new flooring fitted, I don’t fancy falling through 12 storeys. Hahaha! Only joking of course.

I called in the ILC’s office on the way to the bus stop, but no one was in.

I popped around the corner to the not in use currently, thanks to Coronavavirus passageway from Winwood to Woodthorpe Court, and took this snap with the Canon. The new flooring for Woodthorpe Court just might look similar, according to the vote for which one fancies, of course.

As I left to get the bus, it was just pulling in, and I was a fair distance away yet. Luckily a lady getting off the bus, saw me struggling to get there in time, and she told the driver about. Now that cheered me up, Bless Her! ♥

Getting back home after the Great Escape, I hobbled back to the flats and had a chinwag with Ralph, or Mark, oh dear, the memory’s gone again.

As I mentioned earlier, when I got in I set to making up a template and creating a photo-filled and written past about the journey. Got it sent off, and then caught up with this blog. Then went on Facebooking, as I didn’t have time earlier in the day.

Tired and weary now, I’ll get some fodder made up, methinks.

This rather salubrious, alimentary delight, left me satisfied with my complicated cooking efforts, and positively overjoyed with the taste, giving it a rating of 9/10! Chef Gordon Ramsay could not have done any betterer! Smug-Mode, Class A, Grade-One, Adopted! Of course, had Gordon even considered to lower himself to my standards, the meal would have fitted in an egg cup. Hehehe!

Baby potatoes; have perhaps never had so much time taken in preparing them. I slow cooked them, adding the Squid fish sauce to the water, and put them in the crock-pot, on a low setting, for seven or eight hours, drained them, and put them in the oven with the M&S Potatoe Rosti’s. A pickled egg, from the jar I got from Sainsbury’s, which worked out as costing me… erm… £2.65 divided by 5, I’ll use the calculator for this. 53p! But it was well pickled and savoury.

The Jenny-Supplied yellow tomatoes were a delight to savour! The red ones were okay. The pickled small onions, from Sainsbury’s, are the best I’ve ever tried. The M&S Surami-sticks is the only thing on the plate that was not outstanding, much too sweet. If I croak out tonight, it will be with a well-satisfied stomach. Hehehe!

I bought the M&S Lemon and Mascarpone Cheesecake slice, I only got it cause was short-dated and reduced in price. I had to look up Mascarpone on Google. (Mascarpone is categorized as cream cheese, but it is different than what we know as “cream cheese” in America. Mascarpone is made similarly to American cream cheese, but it uses a base of whole cream rather than milk. Like cream cheese, it is a fresh cheese that is not aged before it is eaten). It looked good, and I squirted some spray cream on it before eating, but could not eat anywhere near all of it – pure sugar, sickly, far too sweet! Still, you can’t win them all. Tsk!

I waffled on a bit there, sorry about that.

I took the medications, and noticed as I stripped for kip – the right leg, (the Peripheral Neuropathy and Stroke affect right-side of the body), had gone pale and bright, compared to the left leg?

What next? Hahaha!

 

 

Inchcock – Fri 11 Sept 20: Now I’m booked in for Bladder and Bowel scan, Diabetes course, Dentist, Cardiac Reassessement and Physiotherapy. Getting busy innit?

TFZers Celebrating at the new ‘Cool-It-Cabin’. ♥

Friday 11th September 2020

ODIA (Oriya): 11 ସେପ୍ଟେମ୍ବର 2020 ଶୁକ୍ରବାର |

Indo-Aryan language is spoken in the Indian state of Odisha. It is the official language in Odisha (formerly known as Orissa) where native speakers make up 82% of the population, also spoken in parts of West Bengal, Jharkhand, Chhattisgarh, and Andhra Pradesh.

04:10hrs: Well, what a waking up it was this merry morning! I was in a depressive state of clinomania, on a right-downer. Sensing that this phenomenon was due to a dream I’d been having, but not certain. The Thought-Storms began, and this only confused me more than ever. By the time I’d jumped to another worry, I’d forgotten the previous fear or concern that I had been battling with… a soupçon of sadness, too – but what at? Blurblecrubs!

I should be feeling great, after all, I’d had about five hours of sleep and a dream that I think was a nice one. For a minute or two, I was reconnoitring within the brain-box trying to find some understanding, then it dawned on me, ‘It didn’t matter one iota’. I sneezed heavily, and instantly felt the need for an urgent wee-wee! But the brain was still not too interested. But the bladder forced things along. I grumpily, labourously made my way to the wet room, having to increase my hobbling-pace as I felt the ominous PMD Pre-Micturition-Dribble) leaking.

I got there before the main show, and after the pathetic tinkling wee-wee, I washed and had to divert from putting on the new PP’s, and get sat down for a Porcelain Throne session. But things were as solid as a rock, the movement nudged and stuck, but the pain continued, yet again. Lucky Sod Me!

I was sat sitting there on the Throne for about fifteen minutes. Just too painful for me to try and rush things along, so I got the crossword book out. Do you know, I got more answers in that sat-there time than I have for weeks! Amidst the agony of each innards-controlled edging things along, I found myself singing ♫ ‘Bring me sunshine, in your smile, Bring me laughter, all the while, In this world where we live, There should be more happiness, So much joy you can give, To each brand new bright tomorrow ♫ (Can’t remember any other words, Hehe!)

The last long agonising evacuation was even more painful, but that did not stop me singing to myself, and even trying to whistle while I washed, medicated the rear end, and got new PPs on. In about half an hour or so, I’d gone from miserable to merrily soliloquising, and now, even a little light-hearted? (Worra change!)

I actually had some breakfast this morning! (Oh, Yes! – Smug-Mode-Engaged!) Fair enough, not the healthiest, but still. A pot noodle and a banana to follow!

Then I got the computer on. In between many PWWWs (Pathetically-Weak-Wee-Wees), and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failures, I finally got it finished, many hours later. With no mugs of tea, but many a wee-wee! Hehehe!

As I pondered on whether to make a brew or not, I did fancy a Glengettie, I felt like a tasty treat… Then it dawned on me, I have not taken any medications or done the Health Checks! (I thought I was doing well, Humph!) 

I limped rather steadily to the kitchenette, and put the kettle on and then got the stick thermometer to take my temperature with. Using the Kodak camera. I did the usual and took a photo of the reading. No, I can’t read it either. Grumph!

Got the medical hemadynamometer, or is it called a sphygmomanometer, I ain’t sure, but anyroad, the results for the Sys was back up high again. Dia and Pulse look to be okayish to me?

Made the first brew of the day, belatedly, mind, and back to the computerisationing. I Pinterested a few snaps, went on the WordPress Reader section, Emailed the link, and answered all of the comments, well, the comment. Poor old devil!

Time to get the ablutions done now. A quick PWWW first.

  • Then, I launched a little too enthusiastically into doing the teeth.  Toothache-Trevor got very annoyed with me and showed his displeasure in the usual way. Argh!
  • Also dropped the mouth ash bottle, but yet again, it didn’t break!
  • Nasal Hygiene Spray:  Got the dropsies with it this, as it hit the floor, the sprayer at the end of the can, snapped off! I hope to be able to find it when I get around to cleaning the wet room sometime. Tsk!
  • Shaving: Ah, some good news here, only two razor dropsies, and one wee nick under the chin!
  • Stand-Up Wash: Pretty good, and I think that the old ankle ulcer, is getting paler again, but still spreading out as if it wants Lebensraum! Haha” Not pleased with this new camera! Of course, it will most likely be something I’m doing wrong, Humph!
  • Towelling off: With not having got the shower wet, it was easier to avoid knocking anything over on the floor cabinets!
  • The Sock-Glide was not fought, or fraught again this morning. No socks on got to wait in for the big-letter landline phone being delivered, by Amazon. Nothing to do with my being, nervous or scared of using it, naturally. Oh, no!
  • Medicationalisationing: I put some Savlon cream on the ankle ulcer. Germoloid (It’s good stuff, really calming!) on Harold’s Haemorrhoids. I think there is only on furuncle left that is big enough to give me any bother, creamed that as well. Phorpain gelled the knees, wrists and the wear & tear induced Osteoarthritis in the finger knuckles. I even managed to get some Phorpain on the back, cause Back-Pain-Brenda is starting to kick-off again.
  • Although I didn’t go over when getting the fresh PPs on, it was a close call. Dizzy Dennis to blame.
  • Of course, I was proud of my sheer guts, abilities, dexterity and bravery in avoiding going over! Mind you, I did hit my shoulder against the door frame, setting off SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley! By the time I got out, SSS and BBB were joined by Reflux Roger in making me a little uncomfortable. Criggleblogsworthisms!

Got dressed (No socks of course), and sorted some black waste bags and a big recycling sack to take down to the bins. Got them on the three-wheeled-walker, and added some treats for Jenny that I forgot to take yesterday.

 I nipped back inside, to make a nervous check to ensure I had not left the heater on, lights, stove (apart from the slow cooker), or anything else missed.

All looked good, and I made my way to the door again. I found another hand-delivered letter reminding us all on the 12th, and 13th floors, that the screeding (Screeding a floor is a simple act of applying a well-blended mixture of Ordinary Portland Cement with graded aggregates and water to a floor base, in order to form a sturdy sub-floor that is capable of taking on the final floor finish or act as a final wearing surface) was being done on Tuesday next, the 15th September.

I got to the waste chute room and deposited the small black bags down the shaft, problem-free. (Smug-Mode-Adopted) Got the lift down to the ground floor, and had the pleasure of having a little mini-chinwag with Frank and Doris.

Then out and put the big bag near the bin. By gum, it was windy out there, not cold with it, mind you. I limped with the trolley-guide along Chestnut Walk to the Winnwood Court main entrance and made my way inside. Said my hellos to Wardens Julie and the new gal. (I think Deana is on holiday)

Departed and noticed that the tub flowers outside the door on Woodthorpe Court were getting a battering in the wind. No bodies were around as I got inside the lobby. I caught the elevator up to the 9th floor, and put the bag near Jenny’s door, rang her bell, and departed back to the lifts. Up to the 12th floor and back in my apartment. All without seeing a soul on the way back.

As I opened the door to manipulate the trolley guide in, and yet another Hand-posted letter had been delivered. This one was about giving each tenant a chance to vote for one of three flooring options that we fancy A B or C. Box to post back, in the ground floor lobby.

Herbert was keeping company with the odd tap-tapping, while I updated this blog.

 Getting late now, the weariness is setting in. And the landline phone burst into life ringing and flashing, it made me jump a bit. Hehehe! I answered it, and it was a lady from some NHS medical department, but I didn’t catch the proper name of it.

I had been referred to them by Caroline of the falls team. After a lot of her trying to find me a place that is open at the moment, the Sherwood one is still closed, and her efforts found me an appointment for me to have a  bladder and bowel scan done. The only place available was St Anne’s Health Centre, and she got me an appointment for 10:15hrs, on October 15th. (I think). She will send me a letter, with a lengthy questionnaire (she warned me) in it, for me to fill in, and a leaflet about the procedures I’m to go through. Gulp! 

I updated this diary again for an hour or so, then thought about getting something prepped for eating.

The door-chimes rang out their Dusty Springfield’s tune of ♫ I only want to be with you ♫. I got some clothes on as quickly as I could and meandered swiftly to the front door. It was the Amazon delivery of the new big-button old second-hand landline phone. It had been left on the floor outside the door.

I bought it in and left it near the radiator. And returned to the front room to save the computer work, then get the meal sorted out.

The door-chimes rang out their Dusty Springfield’s tune of ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ again. Aha, thought I, the driver, might have forgotten something. Back to the door, and there on the floor, something I adore, a bag of yellow tomatoes and a note, from Jenny, bless her. These fruits will become part of tonight’s nosh now! Thanks, Jenny!

I started to get the fodder for the night sorted out, and guess what, The door-chimes rang out their Dusty Springfield’s tune of ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ for the third time!

Well, blow me down with a feather duster!

This time, I was at the door within a minute or so, only to find nothing? The motion-lights in the lobby had not even been activated? A Ghost perhaps?

(Aye, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, Hallucinations. Materialisations, Poltergeist, Lemures, Wairuas, Kehuas, Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To annoy and scare the bejesus, out of the old Inchcock’).

Back sorting out the meal again. For once, I remembered to take the before-eating medications, leaving the after-meals ones for later. I’ve not done this for ages, I must make more effort on this in future!

The yellow tomatoes were tasted grand, the potato farls fine, everything else passable—a flavour-rating of 7/10. (Must do a Sainsbury order for next week in the morning! – a self-reminder this is really)

The pots were washed, and I settled down to watch the A-team on the telly. Fell asleep and woke up to the ending credit rolls. Tsk!

Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley ensured that I could not get to sleep again, for ages. Humph!

Inchcockski – Thurs 10 Sept 2020: Emotions ever-changing, highs and lows. Hey-ho!

Aha? TFZer gal, starts a business at the Cool-It-Cabin? ♥

Thursday 10th September 2020

Latin: September 10th Iovis MMXX

02:30hrs: I felt absolutely disconsolate at another almost totally sleepless night, and decided to give up trying, and get up! I need a pick-me-up, some luck, a roborant, or even some good luck, or even sleep will do nicely. The things I ask for! Mission Impossible comes to mind. Knacklewrangles!

Feeling a little brassed-off with the unrepairable reasons for my getting little sleep, I was aware that I was falling into the darkness. This I could not allow. So a mental search for options, that would improve my attitude was carried out before I’d even moved my body in the recliner. After a few minutes, the realisation that self-pity was developing, it does that sometimes.

I forced myself to perk-up, by thinking of all those much worse off than I am. I whistled to myself as I fought my way out the £300, c1968, non-operational recliner, caught my balance, grabbed the stick, and made my way to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) to relieve myself. The wee-wee was for a change, a decent one, nearly normal apart from the colour, how the heck can I be passing light-green urine? Still, it was easy, painless, and no pre or after Micturition-Dribbling. Immediately, my spirits started sneaking up a smidge, a smile developed, the need for a mug of tea arose, and never kept to plans for the day were developing! I sang 1960 songs to myself as I hobbled with the bucket to get it emptied and sanitised…

As I entered the wet room, I stopped the singing of Ricky Nelson’s version of ‘Well my bucket a hole in it!’, as I gave myself one hell of a brutal, cruel toe-stubbing on the chair which supported the danged-nabbed sock-glide! Arrrgh! This seemed to bring on the pains on the souls of the right foot and ankle areas, just as they were yesterday.

Fancy that, I said!

Cleaned the EOGP bucket, freshened and antisepticated it, and went to the kitchen, taking extra care to avoid the bad-luck and painful, injurious to use, sock-glide, and avoiding walking into any doors or walls en route. Oddly I began singing to myself again! Cliff Richard’s Young Ones. Don’t laugh! Hehehe!

More old favourite songs and tunes came to voice as I was taking this photo of the morning view, Adam Faith, ‘The time has come’, Ricky’s ‘It’s up to you’ and whichever group it was that made a cover of ‘A little bit of soap’, amongst overs, flowed unmelodically from throat.

Another stroke of good luck when I did the sphygmomanometerisationing. Amazingly the SYS had gone down to 140! Wunderbar!

The stick thermometer was not in a mood for working, to start with. I had several attempts but just got low, no figures as to what the actual reading was.

Well, on about the fifth try, I got a figure of only 32.3°c, that’s really low methinks? Why? I’ve not got the foggiest.

Billy Fury, ♫I’m running around♫ was vocalised. Quietly of course, and well out of tune!

After I’d just put the machines away in the medical drawer, then SSS, aka, (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) kicked off. Even this was not going to bring me down again. I sillily mocked the ailment, because instead of the usual ‘Just-at-the-wrong-time’, she’d cocked-up her attack, and missed her chance of making me drop, and possibly break some expensive gear. ♫ La la la la la Lala! ♫ Hehehe! I am such a fool!

As SSS calmed down, the whatever is in in the ankle began to get real tender, I took a look at it. Looks like it feels in this picture, tender. It even makes me jump when the legs of the trousers catch against it. Tsk! Worrisit? Surely it can’t be the Clopidogrel allergy. Because that has never hurt, Mmm?

I started to update the Wednesday Inchcock, and SSS, NN (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters), and Reflux Roger were a bit of a nuisance and cost me a lot of time checking and correcting. But I got it finished at long last.

I don’t think that the annoying ‘Hum’ has been so loud for such a long time, ever before! I keep wanting to have a look outside to see if there are any fire engines with their pumps in use, its sounds just like it.

I got the fresh peas podded and in the saucepan. Then scrubbed some potatoes and got them in the crock-pot, with soy sauce and the fish vinegar.

The ablutions were tended to next. A proper-farce it was, but not due to Accifauxpas, or too many dropsies, for once.

I had a really smooth, best ever in weeks, session; apart maybe a nasty hitting the shoulder on the grab support when I dropped the soap. I’d got to the medicationalising stage, and the front door chimes rang out. There I was, naked, and a positive threat to anyone who may have to look at my elephantine wobbly body, so I wrapped the towel around my midriff and went to investigate. Surely it can’t be Josie this early, the thought that she might need help, caused me to hasten my hobbling speed to get to the door. I partly opened the door ajar, and peeked-out, but no lights were on in the lobby? Puzzled, I returned to the wet room!

I’d almost got the medicationing finished, and the landline rang out. I made it in time, it was my heroine Jenny. She said she’s left some tomatoes for me, home-grown from a relative, for me. We laughed when I told her where I was, when she called on me, Hahaha! I thanked her for thinking of me. ♥

Back to the wet room again, just furuncular cream to apply now.

As I got the tube in my hand, unfortunately, the right hand, to transfer cream to the left hand to use it with, SSS gave me a blast… and the cream shot out and upwards, landing in one long piece back down onto my bulbous stomach, and dribbled down onto Little Inchy as it broke up. I got it all cleaned up, but it was not easy getting back up again from the floor after getting things sorted. Tsk! It seems so funny now, but wasn’t so at the time! Hahahaha!

Herbert was tap-tapping a bit, but not too bad. Bless him!

I then got myself freshened-up and partly clothed. (No socks on, not that this was because I didn’t want to risk, or was afraid of using the blood-letting, finger breaking, sock-glide, of course! As if a brave, bold, young man like wot I am, would be so scared of using a plastic-coated metal, Satan-made article. Hehe, oh no! Ahem!

I got the towel onto the airer and retrieved the tomatoes that Jenny had kindly brought for me, from outside the apartment’s door.

I took a closer look at at the spots, papules, and scabbing, that had suddenly got more painful. I don’t think it is the leg ulcer, that has never hurt like this. Whatever it is, ulcer or something else, it seems to be spreading out down to the foot now!

Got the fodder prepped and eaten. The tomatoes from Jenny were okay, the yellow ones were marvellous. I ate it all up but struggled to stay awake to do so.

Took the pots to be washed, and heard a noise as I was doing so.

It was a hand posted letter from Nottingham City Homes, reminded us of the creeding being done on Tuesday 15th September, and we have to either leave the flat before 08:00hrs and not return until the work has been completed, or remain in the apartment until we are advised the jobs done, and the concrete dried. Fair enough!

Med’s taken, and down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken-not-working recliner, in search of Seet Morpheous. Who came very late on, but stayed with me for five blessed hours! Yippee!

TTFNski, haveth a great day!

Inchcockski – Sunday 6th September 2020: Superabundant Kodak camera problems, but Sweet Morpheus was not denied!

TFZers in the ‘Cool-It-Cabin’

Sunday 6th September 2020

Scots Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 6 Sultain 2020

04:00hrs: After a miserable three-hours kip, I woke, with draughts coming in through the new balcony door, and making my shiver a tad. Nowt to be done about it, Warden Deana has reported the sliding door either coming off of the runner or about to collapse, to the Nottingham City Homes Maintenance department. The door cannot be closed or locked either. Tsk!

I got a bit off-track there, (Like the balcony door), Humph! I rose to my feet in for me, a sprightly fashion, and as I was grabbing Metal Micky (Four-pronged walking stick) the need for a wee-wee arose, swiftly followed by a call to the Porcelain Throne! So, off to the wet room. 

I got down on the plastic raised seat, and the wee-wee began trickling slowly, but persistently. Followed while still in motion, by a sharp, painful, ‘will-I-split-open’, evacuation! The damp thud as the product all in one gigantic torpedo clumped into the WC, I felt the water splash up, wetting my lower regions, and I removed my body from the seated position with haste, not knowing if it was blood, water, or a mixture of both that caused the early morning showering. Haha!

It was only water, Phew! How the great dollop evacuated managed to go down in one flush, amazed me! I had a clean-up and applied some Germoloid to the rear quarters. When drying, I must have caught one of the furuncles and started it bleeding, of a brownish-red colour. So had to clean up again! Picklementisis! All sorted out, but still a smidge sore, I hobbled to the kitchenette and grabbed the new Kodak camera and took a snap of the messy, unkempt kitchen. The square photo that it took, was disappointing, so I changed the setting and tried again. The second pone came out in the new dimensions, but it didn’t look as good. I wonder what I did wrong?

I got the kettle on, then used the Nikon to take a snap of the morning view. Gawd, the wind was a cold one that blew in when I opened the window. Cor, blimey!

I put some potatoes to marinate in the small crock-pot, with some fish vinegar/sauce.

Using the stick thermometer, I got a decent temperature reading, of 34.°7c, a lot better than of late.

I had a go at changing the Kodak settings. And what a kerfuffle it was getting it even understood, let alone doing the changes.

After a long time, and frustrations aplenty, I got the date and time changed. But the dang  Microsoft photo Gallery, was putting the pictures in the  June 2020 folder? At least I’d got the date altered, even if it was of no use or advantage to me. Grungrungrun!

I then tried to change the photo size, what a farce that was, with my Numberphobia, I guessed, and it came out rightish, but far too large?

After much mayhem, failings and self-recrimination, I gave up!

Well, it seemed the logical thing to do at the time, I was going bonkers!

Anyway, I took another Kodak picture, from the computer chair, at least the shape was right, just lucky, I’d not got the foggiest idea what I was doing, apart from messing everything up, that is.

I think the Kodak is cupboard bound. Until I can get someone who knows what they are doing to help me out.

Did a decent job for once, of updating the Saturday blog. Then I made an Iceland and Morrison order for next week. And it was time for the ablutionalisationing.

The session went alright, in fact, it went well, up until the getting medicated and getting dressed!

I cleared the top of the floor cabinet again, with the towel while drying. And it took me yonks to find where the Germaloid tube had fallen to. Somehow it ended up on the floor behind the WC, and it got wedged between a disinfectant and bleach bottle. Humph!

The nasty incident was, as one might expect, with the lethal, nasty, vicious, finger-trapping-bruising-blistering and blood-letting Sock-Glide-Gladys!

I came out of the fight, losing badly today. Bruised knees, cut and squashed finger, and a stubbed toe! I don’t care how cold it is tomorrow, I refuse to commit myself to such risk again! Damned thing!

Still, only one cut shaving, one showerhead dropping, which missed the feet and toes, and an involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, but I didn’t go over! Quite cheered me up that!

I got the hand-washing done, rung and hung. A long sleeve t-shirt, pair of socks, and the bath towel. All in coathangers drying above the sink!

The wee-wees returned after the laundry was finished, and kept up for hours. Two or three barely a trickle, then the odd one like a torrent down a Mountain stream! This pattern stayed with me until the evening?

I checked on Josie’s nosh cooking, and made up three black rubbish bags and took them to the waste chute room, As I was coming out of the room, it was as if someone had turned on the dreaded, annoying, piss-taking ‘Hum’!

I got on with serving up Josie’s nosh, got it plated and on the tray. I was well-pleased with low the cheesy potatoes had come out. I’d added the usual Leicester cheese and sea salt, I added a knob of butter, chives, onions and chives from the spring onions. LAst of the fresh garden peas, boneless smoked mackerel fillers, Surami sticks, gherkins, and tomatoes. A strawberry and cream mousse, and low-calorie chocolate noughat bar, and a can of pink Gin and hit.

Got it delivered dead on time again, (as chefs go, I’m not too bad).

When I got back inside the apartment, the scene from the balcony had brightened up a bit, so I went out and opened the right-hand side window, the one with the spring-metal clip that needs pushing and pulling at the same time to open it. My Sock-Glide-Gladys injured middle finger, now has the Spring-Clip-Opener-Ossie bruised digit for company.

I thought it was almost a real-life copy of a Turner photograph. (Well, maybe not, then) But I thought it was a grand view, even with no sunshine.

While I was out there, with finger bleeding, I thought I’d take a picture of the car park at the end of Chestnut Walk. (Billumski in Ohio, see that, 3 black and Red pap-paps today)

As I was busy cutting my finger on the metal spring cli[p again closing the window, I spotted that the Woodthorpe Ankle-Snappers park was open and in use. So I opened the glass window with the lethal spring clip, again.

(I know no fear! Ahem! Hehe!)

I do love it around here when the grass is green! But I also love it when I can get out for a while. I’m not going to let yesterdays cock-ups, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops get me down. I plan on going out in the morning to town, going in to see the girls in the Poundland shop and come back on the bus again. Of course, that depends on how I feel at the time, like. Oh, Botherations! I just checked the calendar to see when the INR blood test is due, and it’s not on. So, I got the last Result and dosage ticket, and blow me, the date of the next Vampire visit, had been cut off when I opened the letter! Wot a Cu… curiously thick twit!

Did a few hours of updating this post, and the weariness dawned. So, I’d better get the meal sorted out while I am able.

A worthy 7.5/10 for taste. I got the pots washed, took the evening tablets and got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unstable, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, rickety, rachitic, recliner.

Sweet Morpheus came quickly. And I slept through four unbroken hours, without any wakings or calls for wee-wees! Great!

Inchcocksi – Tuesday 14th July 2020: Dilly-dallying, ditherings, delays, dawdlings, and discontinuity, dominated!

Inchies nephelococcygia face is revealed at the bottom of this page

Tuesday 14th July 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 14eg Gorffennaf 2020

04:00hrs: I stirred into imitation life, and soon the need of a wee-wee, quickly followed by indications of the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Thus, a fumbling few moments later, I was up on my painful feet, had caught my balance, got the four-pronged walking stick and was on my way hobblingly, yet cautiously to the wet-room. In anticipation and hopes that the extra Macrogol taken yesterday, had worked and things might evacuate a tad more smoothly.

Well, I got my wish, Porcelain Throne wise! The evacuation was much longer than yesterday, and the feculence about the same mass, but far less of a painful experience.

Although the mass was achromatic, almost colourless? What’s going on? Whatever have I been prescited for? Que sera sera!

I see I’ve cut off the overgrown painful large toenail in the picture I took, just wishful thinking? Grumblecronkanckers!

The most exciting thing about the legs was the difference in size. Both seem to have lost weight since last morning? I had a new stinging pain in the left leg beneath the shin, that demanded to be continuously scratched? A puzzle that! And the paleness was the same sickly white.

After washing and antisepticising, I took a close-up look at and photographed the left limb. Maybe it’s another ankle ulcer trying to develop? No, it’s too high for that. Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Mephistopheles, ‘Let’s annoy Inchcock’ missions?

I rubbed a dollop of Germolene cream in the whatever-it-is, on the leg, and it has now lost its itchiness altogether. (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) I ought to have been a doctor, you know. I’ve had so many ailments, diseases, operations, and accidents, it would have given me an advantage in treating others. Or, maybe not! Har-har!

There not being any need for injecting the enoxaparin now, I actually missed doing it! (A touch of masochistic, algolagnia, or sadisiticalisational tendencies showing up, there perhaps) Haha! Seriously, I don’t miss the injecting twice a day one bit!

I got sorting out the good from the bag of Iceland Jersey potatoes and saved enough to put in the crock-pot and seasoned them with vinegar, to cut down on the intake of salt. Oh, I can be so good sometimes!

I started of the Health Checks with the sphygmomanometerisationing. The SYS was down a bit, I think it will get lower as the Enoxaparin leaves my system. The lady who rang I forgot to mention in yesterdays blog, said the INR level was up to 2.3 now. So no need for any injections, but I was to keep the filled hypodermics in a cool place, not in a fridge, ready for if needed again. The dosage increases would be 2½ Warfarin a day straight through until next Monday when the next blood test is due. I thanked her and wished her well. It was Julie from the Anti-Coagulation, Haemostasis, & Deep Vein Thrombosis Hospital Clinic. (I love that title for a department!) They have cut it down now to just, Anticoagulant Clinic (Haemostasis and Thrombosis Unit). It’s lost its class now! I shall continue to use the old name for them. Humph! Hehehe!

The sun started coming out from behind the block of flats. The scene was so beautiful, I had to take a shot of it. The sun, the semi-darkness and the moody clouds made for a photograph with a difference. Well, I thought it did.

I cleaned up and made a mug of Glengettie Gold tea. Took the tablets, and made my way to Computer Cameron.

Determined to get on with uploading photographs for resizing, and off went Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley on one of her more aggressive bouts. I was getting all het-up over this. But, as it happened, some good and bad luck negated the situation.

Good luck in as much as I knocked over (Thanks to Shirley!) a pile of paperwork off of the printer! Made a right mess!

At the same time, more or less, guess what?

So, I sorted the paperwork out (Well, threw it in the bin!) Grobblegnangles!

Went to the kitchenette, and made another brew of Extra-Strong Assam tea this time, and cleaned the top of the stove. Hoping that the internet would be retrievable or back on-line when I’d done it.

When I returned to the computer, it still showed as failing to save, and I realise this is how I’d left it. So I tried again, and things had come back on there own for me. Phew!

A quick check made, on the latest local Coronavirus situation.

I pressed on with the updating of the blog. Much hampered and hampered by Shuddering -Shoulder-Shirley. Oddly, Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were not giving me much bother at all? After many hours, I was feeling drained, and the time had flown to gone nine o’clock! But I’d finally got the much-corrected blog finished and posted. I needed another brew now.

I got to the kitchen, and I might add, was hobbling well. Oh, dearie me! The crock-pot had overflowed, onto the area that I’d cleaned up earlier! Mostest annoyed with me. I should have smelt it really, the whiff of vinegar was rather strong enough to have wafted through the flat. Hahaha!

Got it cleaned up (Again!), made a brew of Glengettie, and got started on today’s post.

Then went on Facebooking. Then made up a template for tomorrows post.

Getting late now, beyond my usual head-down time. Grumph!

Went to make a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea. And, unfortunately for me, I spotted how bad one of the rinks was on the cooker was looking. I knew that something terrible was going to happen, my EQ told me!

Now, feeling out of it mentally, so annoyed with myself, and the eyelids drooping, I saved the work done and turned everything off computer-wise. And went to get the meal sorted out. What a life. Grindingagonydamit! 

The worrying memory, is that I knew my mind was all wandering and adrift, but I just carried on, all the same? Sad innit!

I think it was the state of the hobs on the cooker that got me going first. Knowing I could not possibly clean them all tonight.

I opted to do one, the worst of them, straight away. It took me over an hour, using the new (when I bought it, many months ago!), Astonish Hob Cleaner. The only things I found astonishing was the time it took and the mess I made getting it cleaned. The fact that it didn’t look much cleaner after my farcical floundering about, really did wrangle me!

I grafted away in pain with shakes from Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, and then Nicodemus’s nerve ends dying, making my good hand keep slipping off of the scourer onto the hot plate! Which even more sillily, I had tested with the right Peripheral Neuropathy affected hand! And it was still too hot, but the nerve ends did not get the message to the brain! So, when I used the left limb to wipe… Boing!

When I burnt two fingers, on the left hand, I was flabbergasted when I felt hardly any pain at all. I think more than the hob, it was the gel-fluid that got on the digits. Then when I applied some Germolene, within minutes, I had to concentrate on seeing any marks at all! Baffling? How stupid can one man be! No need to answer that, folks!

After serving up the feast in the dish, the doorbells chimed out! I opened the door, to find that kind Jenny had left a carrier there for me, with lemon bleach and pack of four lemon mousses. Bless her!

I added a pot of mousse to the nosh tray and needed to phone Jenny and thank her for her kindness and find out if she needed anything adding to my Morrison order. I appreciated the lady for helping. Made a note of flour is required. Other things were spoken of, but they are not accessible in my brain at this time of writing, just too tired. I’ll have to ring her back tomorrow to see if I’ve missed something important. Ah, Nora was with Jenny and Frank when I rang. Lovely lady!

I got the computer on and went to see if Morrisons had any of the flour available. They only had the plain, no self-raising. I added a couple to my order, they would not allow me any more. I’ll try again later, to see if the self-raising has become available.

By the time I got around to eating the meal, it was, to say the least, not very hot. Hehehe! But that didn’t stop me eating it all, every drop of it! I still gave it a 7/10 for flavour!

I was fighting to stay awake now. Got the pots washed, and got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working, uncomfortable, cringingly-beige-coloured, rickety recliner. With a confident, positive expectation of being in the land of Nod within minutes! 

But, Oh, no! Colin Cramps set in, and he stayed for hours! Moving twixt the feet and toes, and the left hand regularly, but for some unknown reason, never the two together at the same time. (I’m not complaining at all, mind, both would have been hardly bearable)

Colin Cramp’s attentions went on for at least a couple of hours, and I started to get irritated and annoyed with them. I’m sure I nearly nodded off a few times during the odd break from pain, but every time he would be back within a minute or so, enjoying himself at my expense. Grindingagonydamit!  

But Colin Cramps was not finished with me yet. I woke up in pain so many times, I can’t recall how often.

I suppose it’s being such a jolly, preternaturally lucky a person like wot I am, is wot keeps me going. Hahaha!


Here’s where Inchy saw the face in the smoke.

Hello, I can’t see it myself now! Clapperchopboggins!

 

Inchcockski Today – Tuesday 19th May 2020: Dizzy Dennis was rumbustical tonight!

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2020 ttttMay19

Tuesday 19th May 2020

Javanese: Selasa 19 Mei 2020

00 May 19 ruth

GMWL04:55hrs: I awoke from my dream-filled stupor, and began to try and recall anything I’d nocturnally envisaged. I knew without thinking that I was underground, caves, being chased, running away from someone… several people, they were shooting arrows at me… but no more recollections were gleaned. I do hate it when this happens!

2Tue01WD 84.0.84 As I rose from the rickety, second-hand, c1968, uncomfortable, none-operational, recliner, things seemed to be going well. Until it came to putting down my feet, and standing up, with the massively-stomach-burdened part of the body, falling down with a boing-boinging motion, adding all that weight on the pins! The smarting from under the feet! Sheer pain flowed back up to the brain. Again! Argh-gaggle-strain!  

The decision was made, with some degree of determination for me, that care must be taken, whatever happens, that may distract me, not to have any toe stubbings today. I’m not sure I could cope easily with another one at the moment.

The now hemerine need (for the last four days, anyway), for a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne arrived together, and suddenly. So, I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick and tentatively made my way to the wet room. No rush this time, despite the sensation I could feel that Trotsky Terence was brewing things up.

WD 84.0.84 Oh, dearie me! An unbelievable evacuation. Despite things being so sloppy-joe and messy, things were over swiftly, and I found myself sitting there, waiting for more movement, as in the last two mornings, but no! It had all cleared in a flash, a painful flash mind. Which was perhaps the messiest release in months. The cleaning up afterwards took yonks! And although both Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little Inchies fungal lesion had both bled. Silver-Lining-search results: It was only a minute, a nanoscopic amount, from both front and rear departments. Rare-Smug-Mode-Engaged!

I had a medicationalisationing session. Olive-oiled the era-holes. Phorpain-gelled the Arthur Itis knees, the shoulders I could reach to, knees and wrist, Saccades Eye-Drops in. Then tried to apply some pain-gel to the feet, using the picker-upperer, with ointment on a kitchen towel.

WD 84.0.84 But this was a total painful failure. As Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters chose to fail at just the wrong time! Farcical! I ended up with gel wasted, all over various unintended parts of my torso, the carpet, WC, and the floor. I was displeased at my efforts to gel the feet. It took me, Gawd knows how long to clean everything up afterwards. Which, with all the bending, getting down and back up again, starting Arthur Itis, Shuddering Shoulder Shirly and Anne Gyna going!

WD 84.0.84 I pressed on though and got the place looking betterer. As I departed to go to the kitchen for some medications and pain killers, Dizzy Dennis had a go at me! Silver-Lining-search results: Erm, er… The fungal lesion had not started bleeding again, Saccades Sandra had slowed down, and Back-Pain-Brenda had not kicked off with all the bending.

By the time I’d taken the meds, and got the kettle on, it felt like I’d been up for hours? The morning was now light. I took two photographs of the beautiful view. The sky with wonderful clouds. In fact, I did a bit of nephelococcygia searching, but without any success.

2Tue06

Then to the blind shot down below, of Chestnut Walk. It’s difficult taking photographs nowadays. Apart from the Peripheral Neuropathy and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, that is. With the new thick-framed, light and view-blocking windows, and the new design. That makes it impossible for me to see what I’m photographing below. The only thing I can do is to fetch the step ladders and dangerously risk my life and limb climbing up to see out. Not today, though. I’m not feeling steady enough to risk it. Worra life!

My few pleasures like photographing, are stymied now that the balcony door lock is stuck and will not open, to give me safe access. Also, my little toolbox is out there in my three-wheeler trolly, so they are unreachable too! Gawd, worra life! I’m gerrin’ down again! Come on Inchy, pull yerself together!

VirF 87.0.87I got through to the computer in Junk-Room-Mark 11, with a degree of determination to get on with updating of the Monday blog (Better late than never!) Guess what?

Yes, the ydid it again, just like yesterday! I imagine that with the lock-down and so many people working from home. With all the quomodocunquizing companies like FB and Zoom advertising their Conferencing platforms on TV. I suppose the the weakest signalled Internet, Liberty-Global Internet Media, is bound to struggle. Prittleworthycrap!

When the signal returned, I got on with most haste, doing a new template, then updating the Mopnday blog. All finished, I emailed the links. Pinterested a few shots, then went on the WordPress Reader. Made a mug of tea, and onto Facebooking, for many hours. Did some comments, then started this post going.

The Amazon delivery is due today. The wind-up torch, to replace the one I lost. I know, I know, schlemiel!

WD 84.0.84 Then I went on CorelDraw, to make up some advance graphics for the this blog. Got a few done, but Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Unbalanced Herbert both kicked off. 

Poledancing Champion, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden Deana phoned top do a check see I was alright, I mentioned the Balcony door lock, and she kindly said she’d be up shortly to have a look at it. I thanked her and the ngot some trousers on, well, I thought I ought to. Hahaha!

Shortly she arrived and came in to see us, and had a look at the door. And three minutes later, it was opened. (Didn’t-half make me feel a Shmendrick!) But it is broken, she said. We’ll ask for maintenance after the lock-down has finished. (About 2025 we think!) I mentioned.

On her way out, a parcel and letter arrived. The letter I opened straight away in case it needed telephone response. The print was to small for me to read, so Dean read it. T’was the Dentist cancelling Wednesday’s appointment.Which was a good thing, (apart from the toothache, like), cause I am still in lock-down by the hospital and Doctor, for ten more weeks, yet. Tsk!  I thanked Deana and she shot offski.

2Tue07The parcel, was the wind-up torch, from Amazon.

I tried out the door on the balcony and left it open, I’m not risking locking it ever again.

I went out and took some photographs of the aftrernoon scene. Plenty of folks about for once.

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2Tue09I checked on the mushrooms cooking in the crock-pot, the need a little longer yet. I had a check on the latest Coronavius figures from the internet. For some reason, as I did so, hunger grabbed me.

2Tue12

It’s still not perfect is it? Still, a slow down I think?

I decided to get the nosh prepped and served up. But needed a visit to the wet room first, for a wee-wee. They have slowed down today.

WD 84.0.84A Well, I might have known or guessed. II had another Dizzy Dennis visit en route, lost the balance a smidge, enough to give my head a klunk on the door frame edge. I did swear!

The wee-wee was still of the forcefull, ‘not wanting to end’ variety. But with a colour change, almost grey now? Not as pretty as the deep orange!’

2Tue34I went to the kitchen to get the meal done. The Taste-Rating was 7/10.

Got the pots washed, and settled into the recliner, and Dizzy Dennis returned with a vengeance.

Fracture recollections from here on in. But I woke up at 01:00hrs, and feeling perky, too?

Inchcock – Mon 18 May 2020: A Flubrobbledigating Day, Many misdiagnoses, muddles of the mind, misapprehensions and a medley of mistakes. Mmm? Hey-ho!

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2020 ttttMay18

Monday 18th May 2020

Filipino: Lunes Ika-18 ng Mayo 2020

00 May 18

GM09bWD 0.0.128c 03:00hrs: I stirred into semi-life, with a lightness not felt for a long time.

Which died off, as soon as I moved the legs (Arthur Itis), got to stand up (the crippling pains from the uncut toes and feet), and the instant I made a move towards the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), Anne Gyna joined in with the other, ‘Let’s Have a bash at Inchcock’ ailments. Even stood still, the feet and toes hurt, and Anne Gyna was steadily giving me more increasingly bothersome stabbing pains. Not a good start to the day!

WD 0.0.128c But it got worse, so not to worry. Which turned out to be a totally different model to all of yesterdays leaks. It was a niggly  WSSULL (Weak-Squirty-Spraying-Uncontrollable-Long-Lasting) style. Which kept me stood at the bucket, for far too long for the feet and toes, which started to give me even more discomfort. Humph! Silver Lining Search Results: Duodenal Donald was nice and calm. I could not see any bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion during the wee-wee.

1Mon02WD 0.0.128c I limped to the wet room, taking the bucket with me for emptying and sanitising. No sooner in the room, and the Porcelain Throne requirements arose. I took a photo of the poor-legs and feet. Still showing great etiolation, and pallidity. I felt as if they should be aflame, smoking! Such was the physical anguish they were giving me. Maybe when I’ve taken the painkillers with the mug of tea, things will calm down a bit. I hope!

WD 0.0.128c And what a change in the evacuation department this morningtide!  There appears to be a battle going on for control, between Constipation Konrad (Easily the winner over the last few days), and Trotsky Terence, who is launching a counter-attack with this one! Quick, not so painful, but, oh how messy and pongy! Also needing much more cleansing and cleaning was required after the affair was completed.

I got the sorting-out done, then sterilised the EOGPB. Washed and next, got myself (oh it was a struggle) to the kitchen. Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kicked off, but Anne Gyna steadied a lot. Swings & Roundabouts, you know!

1Mon03Took the medications, and made a brew. Then to the computer, where much work awaited me. With the Morrison order coming twixt six>seven o’clock, I worked as fast as I could manage, to give myself time to get the Ablutions done, before the arrival of the fodder.

1Mon05I got an email from Morrison’s arrive. They have made some substitutions. Instead of Sweet potato battered fritters (one of my favourites), they sent McCain shake, shake sea and salt fries? Which will be no good for me, The freezer will accept no more frozen food. Also, I was well pleased to see when I put the order in, that they had some orange concentrated liquid wash in stock, and ordered one. It wasn’t really needed, but the chance to get my favourite orange-scented one was too good to miss for me. Well, I missed it! They sent Lychee & Passionfruit as a substitute. Eurgh! Gits! The worst thing for me was the frozen McCain substituted, which wasn’t even battered, or sweet potato that I had ordered! Gits!

1Mon04WD 0.0.128c I tended to the ablutions with a bit of haste. A stand-up job, no time to get a shower now. The pins were still playing up. I’m not sure if it was the lighting in the wet room, or the legs had regained some colour, but my guess would be the lighting. A few dropsied, but no toe stubbing this time around. All sorted, freshened up, olive-oiled the ear-holes, Germolided and Germolened things in need, Saccades Sandra drops in the yes, Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s knees, clothes on and back to the computer.

I got the Sunday blog updated and sent off. Then went on Pinterest, WordPress Reader and TFZer Facebooking. During which, the landline burst into sound and flashed. It was the Morrison driver.

WD 0.0.128c The intercom would not work for him. Hello, that’s Iceland on Saturday, and now Morrisons? No one has said they have had any problems… mind you, I haven’t seen anyone have I, apart from Josie, and she does not have food delivered.

WD 0.0.128c I had to get up on my poor pins, to go down to let him in. We came back up with two of us in the left! A dodgy risk that!

Worra day I’m having! We got to the flat, and as he was dropping the stuff in the foyer of the apartment, I mentioned about the fritters substitute. He searched the bags and told me they were not frozen ones. Like dim-pathetic-clot, I said that they would be alright then. Humph! Not the product ordered, not sweet potato, not battered, and they need the seasoning shaking in, before cooking; and I agree to take them!

As gullible idiots go, I reckon I am the cream of the crop! I forgot all about the Lychee & Passionfruit scented cleaner crap! I even gave thanked the driver with a can of G&T. But, the substitutes, and intercom not working, was not his fault, so I hope he enjoys it.

The substituted fries looked a little complicated to cook.

1Mon10

1Mon06aI got the delivery into the kitchen a bag or two at a time, and slowly stored away. I’d forgotten I’d ordered the hot dog roll, but did manage to cram the bread thins into the freezer. It took me a good while.

I spread the cleaning stuff about, some in the wet room. Others in the junk-room 2, and 1Mon09bothers under the sink in the kitchen.

I opted, in my mind anyway, to have the hot dog sausages with the rolls, and try these crap looking McCains, what a name? Shake-shake Fries, sea salt & cracked black pepper, things with the links later for lunch. With some tomatoes, maybe. We’ll see.

1Mon07

As I was clearing away the mess, I realised just how tatty the kitchen floor looked. I thought it had to be cleaned now! So, I did. But first, I was so impressed again with the view, I took a snap or two of it.

1Mon06

1Mon08Perhaps subconsciously, to delay the pain of doping the mopping, that I knew was coming? Tsk!

1Mon09aA few months ago, and this task would not have been considered a problem in the least. But now, it was a mammoth undertaking for this overweight, short, plump, pain bearing, lack of confidence-ridden, depressed, fed-up, bald, bespectacled, lonely, confused, memory-challenged, zeyde!

It had to be said! Hehe! By the time it was done, I felt tired, done-in, the ailments were giving me some hassle, and yet, I felt a bit of pride and self-satisfaction, well almost, in getting it done. Smug-Mode-Adopted through the pain! Hehehe!

I took some extra Codeine 30g and got on with creating this blog. The poor chimes rang out, and it was ages before I struggled to get to the door, the feet were terrible now, and all the bending doing the mopping up. Back Pain Brenda had joined in with the ailments attack. Hahaha!

This was not good, Saccades Sandra was so bad now, I had to give up on the computing altogether. Shirley kept on with the occasional shudderings, and Dizzy Dennis visited. My concentration has gone now. Bitterly disappointing, I wanted to get some more graphics done in advance. The mopping up I expect has caused the problems. But not necessarily, things are bad at this moment.

I’m going to try and get some nosh, really struggling to see for typing. I may be back later. Who knows? Tsk!

1Mon11Got the fodder prepped and served up.Hot dogs with tomatoes, onions, gherkins, the odd, weird fries, a lemon mousse, and two apple pies, and a mug of orange juice. Flavour Rating 6/10, those substituted by Morrison’s fries were not very good. But everything else was!

WD 0.0.128c Got the pots washed, took the evening meds, creams, potions and lotions applied to various locations on the grossly-over-stomached, spindly-legged body, and got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, inoperable, rusty, rickety, recliner. No longer working, after Zyrophobia suffering, supercilious Brother-in-law Pete, broke it when flat-searching, finding and taking my valuables, while I was the hospital after the stroke.

Dizzy Dennis joined me as I was making my mind up, whether to fall asleep trying to the Clint Eastwood in ‘The Dead Pool’ or ‘The Equaliser’ with Denzel Washington, two of my favourite movies, both showing at the same time – Humph! Not that it really mattered, there wasn’t a cat-in-hells chance my staying awake that late into the morning! Humph, again!

But I kept nodding off, swapping between the films, drifting off every time the adverts came on, waking up, nodding-off… What a pillock!

TTFNski, folks.

Nottingham’s Pensioner, with one or two ailments, and a mind and memory, he has little control of nowadays. Ah, well!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 2nd April 2020: Huh! Tsk! and Botherations!

 

April 02

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Thursday 2nd April 2020

Filipino: Huwebes Ika-2 Abril 2020

0000 April 02 Keith

GM DbrownL01:00hrs: I woketh up, and soon realised, the moment I straightened the legs to move, that Rheumatoid Arthur Itis was back with a vengeance! Still, he has been very kind to me lately, now it’s payback time! The need for a wee-wee encouraged me to put up with the pain and remove my over-heavily stomach-burdened body from the second-hand, c1968 recliner. The GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) was utilised, for a ferocious, vindicative HDTBS (Heavy-Duty-Torrential-But-Short) wee-wee. Again, oddly, stomach pains started after the release?

wd 60.25.0 2 T’was then that I felt the wet warm trickling on my leg! Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding again, but not too much. A cleaning up and medicationalisationing session was carried out in the wet room. It took some time, and was a tad painful, but had to be done. At least the flow was stopped with relative ease this time. Other bonuses were no toe stubbings, walking into doors or walls, knocking anything over, or visits from Shaking Shaun or Dizzy Dennis were suffered.

I didn’t feel too bad at all, even with Arthur Itis’s attention, and then Duodenal Donald joining in. How can I describe it for best? I seemed more resilient and determined not to get depressed or feel sorry for myself this morning. How or why I was in this new-found la-la state of mind, remains a mystery. I anticipate things will change later.

4Thu01Off to the kitchen, and got the kettle on. I took a blind shot of Chestnut Walk below. It had to be blind, thanks to the new kitchen windows fitted in the upgrading of the flats. That the Coronavirus has now put a stop to. The thick-framed, rain-letting in, light & view-blocking windows, with the ledge that sticks out too far 4Thu02for me to see what is below, Fire engines etc. or see anything to photograph without using the step-ladders, which usually ends up with an Accifauxpas and personal injury! But, still, it came out alright.

I got the computer on and made some comment replies. Then got on with beginning this blog template, as far as here. During which, the rataplan of rumbling from the innards started, at the same time as the horrendously loud ‘Hum’ increased in volume as well! There’s no peace here!

I then made a start on updating the wearisome Wednesday blog. I don’t think I meant wearisome? Ah, a belated call to the Porcelain Throne, so off to the wet room.

wd 60.25.0 2 Well, that was an odd session. It needed a little pushing, and the plop-plopping started, stopped, then it started again. The room, (Possibly the whole flat) filled with a distinctively evil-smelling, mephitic aroma that I could still smell hours later! There was no mess at all, the nugget-shaped evacuation cleared away first pull of the chain. Minimal bleeding from the rear-end and Little Inchies fungal lesion was not leaking at all? I felt a smidge light-headed when I rose from the Throne, a good job I had the four-pronged stick with me. The fragrance seemed to follow me out and into the kitchen. I wondered if the out of use-by-dated meat I ate, might be a cause of this?

I did some more updating, then poddled to the kitchen to start the vegetable preparing and get them into the crock-pot.

4Thu06

I think I got carried away somewhat and made too much! Mushrooms, leeks, red onion and parsnips went in the pot (All my thanks to Jenny, who got them for me ♥). I added some gravy granules, hickory and light soy sauce. No salt needed with the Soy going in. I put it in Auto setting, which brings it the boil, then goes on to the low setting.

wd 60.25.0 2 Blimey, toothache just came on without any signs or warnings. So bad, I tried to ring the surgery to get booked in – Closed due to Coronavirus! Ah, well! Now I’ll need some extra painkillers. But as I’m not allowed to get out to get cash or shopping in, how to get the Co-codamol is another unsolvable problem for me to contend with. I’ve a supply of paracetamol, but they are not very strong. A bit like me. Hahaha!

3Wed14wd 60.25.0 2 I then tried to get an order from Iceland. But, no! I’d hoped doing it earlier in the day might help, but no!

wd 60.25.0 2 Then I tried for an Ocado one. Unbelievable! The site let me get all excited and make an order up, it took me a while, but I seemed to be going to get some things that I am out off. I was going to ring Jenny and ask if she wanted anything, that way I could pay with the card and settle what I owe her, Great! But no, I pressed the button to carry on, thinking I could add anything later that Jenny might need, and the No Slots Available sign came up! What a Con! Botherations and blasticulisations! Swine!

It cost me no end of time as well! ‘Do they think I’ve got nothing else to do, nowhere to go, no one to visit… Come think of it, I haven’t! Hahaha!

wd 60.25.0 2 At the moment I got started on preparing the meal, the mind engaged one of its involuntary-unplanned ‘Panic Modes’. It does this now and then. Although it’s been a few months since the last time. This crushed my confidence and willpower. I tried the usual tricks to indurate my mind, and free the tension and worry. It was so discountenancing and ignominious. I can’t truly remember much of the following hours.

4Thu10Not even taking this photo of the fodder, nor eating it. So, I have no taste rating or comments to make on what it was like. And, how come I took such a decent photo if I was not in control of the brain-box at the time?

I started to return jitteringly, back to my semi-normal state, as I woke up. So I must have fallen asleep in the recliner?

I found the kitchen tops all clean, and for me, tidy. The pots washed. And several hours had passed since having the meal. What took place in between shall remain a mystery.

I decided to get the hand-washing done, and then get a much needed, long-overdue ablutionising session done. But I was questioning everything I did with myself as I went along? The fretting continued in the background. But I was somehow, a little chuffed with myself for deciding to get the handwashing done. Maybe to give me something to concentrate on that was not too complexed, and block out the worrying?

wd 60.25.0 2 Huh! The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry – as in this case! There was no hot water! I was not sure if the element had gone again, or I had left the tap running during my ‘blank-spell’. I still can’t find Jenny’s phone number, so Emailed and asked her if her (hot water) had gone off. She kindly emailed back that it was alright in her and Franks apartment. I decided not to worry, but phoned warden Deana just to inform her, got a Not-Available message.

So, no hand-washing, shave, teggies done or showering for me. I changed my plans and got back down in the recliner to watch some TV… and did as well. The earlier kip made getting to sleep properly impossible. I kept dosing for a few minutes and waking up repeatedly.

I think the phone flashed and rang. Unless I dreamt it had? Cause there are no recollections of who it was, or what about? I sensed that other stuff happened, but blown if I can recall what.

When I got off to sleep properly, I think I slept uninterrupted for over six hours! Which was good!

Inchcockski – Monday 2nd March 2020: Humph!

2020 Mar 02

2020 tttMar02

Monday 2nd March 2020

Somali: Isniin 2-da Maarso 2020

000 Mar 02

GM07LWD 128.0.128 03 02:05hrs: I woke and immediately attempted to disentangle my warped, flobby-bellied body, from the c1968, second-hand, £300, rickety recliner to respond to the call to the Porcelain Throne, which was not an easy task! For the limbs were spread about, in positions that I could never physically get them into when conscious. The left leg over the arm of the chair, dangling on the other chair. The right arm bent underneath my body-mass, the torso with the bum, almost off of the cushion. How did I get like this? Noctambulation, or Nocturnal nibbling?

WD 128.0.128 03 I was puzzled, but still in need of an evacuation. I semi-rolled out of the recliner, gained my balance, grabbed the four-pronged stick, and straight to the wet room. There were no automatic movements, no struggling to force things along, no bleeding, no mess, no undue miasmas, no mass evacuation of wind, and no mess! Sounds too good to be true, doesn’t it?. It was! All that spoilt things was the agony! Hahaha! I don’t know why I laughed then?

1Mon05

However, the pins were looking good again. The battle-scarred scratches on the right shin from the losing Sock-Glide battle, were healing up already? And itching like buggery!

I pondered over this for a while. The Peripheral Neuropathy, with Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying nerve ends, may not be sending the message to the brain about any injuries or cuts (So they tell me at the hospital). Or else, is delayed in doing so. So, how come the brain has sent the white blood cells, called a macrophage, (In’t Google good, Hehe!) takes on the role of wound protector to clear the wounds up so quickly? Then again, the blood is not the nerves, so maybe this would account for… Oh, I give up!

I must remember to ring Sister Jane up later. Not too early, though, with her being an alcoholic, she goes out a lot and needs her daily recovery time in bed. Snigger! Jane is usually up by eleven or around there. Not Pete, though, he’s up nice and early, off out to get the papers and check on his bank account and investments at the ATM, and then get some lottery tickets from t1Mon01he newspaper shop as well. With a winning record of over 40%, you can’t blame him. He’s the only bloke I know who makes a profit on the lottery. So it’s just as well he is a born philargyrist. I am awful!

I moved the handwashing that was dry enough to be safe, over the crap, needing Einstein to understand heater in the kitchen. Then got the 1Mon02kettle on. (I good at this. Har-har!)

I got the new Pill-Blister pack out of the medical cupboard, and was so disappointed in what I found!

WD 128.0.128 03 This pack had 7Sun41even more tablets mixed in different days and stuck, hidden underneath the cellophane, than last weeks did! You’ve got to admit, that the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2D, are a cut above other bad chemists, with their consistently uncaring nature, and dedication to crap, life-threatening service. Just thought I’d mention them, in case I forgot to earlier. I’d hate to die through taking the wrong medications, and them to get away scot-free with it!

The biggest shame of it is that they used to be so reliable and trustworthy last year.

At long last, hours after getting up, I got around to doing some graphics, then started to update the Sunday post. All done, but it took me three hours. I went on Comments, then WP reader, ending up doing this blog.

The Ocado order arrived. I put the order in before having diabetes diagnosed, so I ordered some biscuits, lots of them, to make up the minimum order! And some lemon curd yoghourts! Tsk! I’ll give the cookies away so that I won’t be tempted!

1Mon06b

Some of the tasty small Notoora black tomatoes looked tempting. I hope to get out to get some fresh veg in, but it’s not looking good, no nurse yet.

The ‘Hum’ and the workers drilling on the floor above is getting to me.

WDPH01R6Turned everything off, and got the Ablutions sorted out. What a miracle session! Only one shaving cut and four dropsies. The Sock-Glide battle was a draw! Little Inchies fungal lesion and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were bloodless as well! 

No nurse has turned up for the blood testing yet!

Sister Jane rang, which was nice, but made it difficult for me to be on the phone, and still hear if the door or intercom chimes. While we were nattering, I thought I heard something, so nipped to check after telling Jane. No one was there. A couple of minutes later, 1Mon09band I listened to the Intercom ringing. I had to tell Jane and ring off; it was someone from the Falls Team arriving. He asked me to do a survey and questionnaire (these seem to be coming in thick and fast!)  Tsk! Off he trotted, telling me the paperwork will be posted to me?

I washed the jumper and socks, all done, rung and hung to dry over the sink.

Then it dawned like a light coming on: It’s Monday today, not Tuesday! (I’m quick sometimes, Fool! So no nurse is expected today; What a grade-one twit!

Then took the bags and cardboard out to the waste chute. A worker chap was in the lobby and kindly took them from me. I took a couple of photos of the progress on the works. The previously leaning light is back level on the wall, and the Dri-Riser access point has been revealed.

1Mon10

Back in the flats, popped out again with some no-longer-allowed sweet biscuits, and handed them to one of the worker-lads to hand around his mates. Back in and took another photo from the unwanted, unliked, light & view-blocking kitchen window. The first one was taken about three hours ago.

1Mon13

I set out on my walk down into Sherwood, along Chesnut Walk, down Winchester Street onto Mansfield Road and over to the banks ATM to get some funds.

WDP 10R03WD 128.0.128 03 En route, I took a photo of a broken fence, a fire-engine coming up Winchester Street and a Pavement Cyclist near the main road. I make this written list, for a good reason: I took them all before seeing the message telling me ‘The SD card in this camera is locked’, on the Canon view screen! As memory and logicality-challenged Schmucks go, I must surely be in line for some sort of medal by now? 

I withdrew some money and hobbled up to the bus stop to wait for the L9 bus to arrive. I asked a lady who was there before me, if the L9 bus had been yet, please? Oh, dear, the first stare back at me told me to keep my gob shut, which I did!

I heard a klaxon going, and got the camera out, I saw the ambulance coming toward the traffic light junction of Winchester Street – Mansfield Road.

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That could have been nasty!

1Mon15WD 128.0.128 03 A Taxi (Fancy that!) parked near the bus stops and dropped a lady off, who nipped in Abdhul’s food shop, and returned with a bag of what looked like cream cakes? Ah, Gawd, I’ll miss them now! (Jealousy! Caterwauling, Ululations and a temporary Invidious-Mode adopted, Hehehe!)

The blinding sunshine was totally heatless, or 1Mon16so it seemed, anyway. A regular Sherwood pavement cyclist I noticed over the road, had been joined, by a young make oink of a scooter-rider today.

The bus arrived a good fifteen minutes late, but I was glad it had. As the folks from the flats who nipped down on the bus alighted, I greeted each one with something like, ‘Good Morning!’, ‘Ay-up Bill, how you doing?’ and ‘A bit nippy this morning John?’ No replies from anyone.

I got on the bus and stuck into the crossword book. I was doing well as well, for me. Had to put it away in Daybrook, to concentrate more on not falling out of the side-saddle seat at every corner that Stirling Moss took, or when he jammed his anchors on! It became evident that the reason for the bus being late, as they had blocked off a road for Gas Work repairs! That would qualify the driver to be forgiven for his erratic driving.

Spur of the moment job, as the bus turned into Arnold Road, I decided to shop at Sainsbury’s for my fresh food supplies. And boy, did I get some! No expense spared either! I had the Dennis Dizzies as I shopped, but got through to the checkout with the most significant load, but everything I had bought was in date enough to last me the week! Nop excuse for not eating fresh food this week! (Part of the self-imposed ‘Inchcock Instigated Intake Itinerary’ Hehehe! Grated Red Leicester Cheese (For Josie’s potatoes, of course, not for me, oh, No!), Little Gem lettuce, Sugar Snap peas, Anchor butter, Surimi Royale imitation fish and sticks. Italian brown tomatoes Leticia (Gorgeous taste!) Cucumber, Podded Nicaraguan peas, £1.50 for 150g! They did have some of my favourite apples, English Cox’s in, but they were much too large for me. (I opted to try some I’ve not had before, ‘Cameo’ variety). Some radishes. What I found later were superb flavoured leeks. mushrooms, mushrooms, Chantenay carrots, and baby parsnips (These were excellent roasted!)

WD 128.0.128 03 At the checkout, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed, and I lost my balance and banged my left side ribs against the counter. Leaving me feeling all flustered! Tsk! Then, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley and Stuttering  Stephany joined me, and I made a right mess of things and delayed people behind me. I dropped the cash card, leeks and then the parsnips, and the kind till lady came round and packed the bag for me. There were no words spoken by those people behind me. They were not needed, the stares of derision and contempt were more than sufficient to make me feel awkward and a tad ashamed. I moved away to near the doors, and I had a lean against the wall for a while. To gather my composure. A few minutes later, I felt a lot easier and more balanced and carefully limped out and to the bus stop.

1Mon16aI guessed that the L9 would not be on time with all the roadworks the poor drivers have to put up with. I began to talk with a lady who arrived, and the stuttering was still with me.

Eventually, the bus arrived, and I got settled in the side-saddle seat. But it was a battle to stay in it. Haha! I had a dizzy spell en route, but it didn’t last long, the memories of my performance at the shop tills and the disgust I aroused in people did though.

Back at the flats, I made my way home, with the pain from the ribs increasing. Humph!

WDP 2aRWD 128.0.128 03 I’m not sure what happened for a while after getting into the apartment. But I found myself waking up in the recliner later, the food had been put away, food laid out on the plate on the tray, some parsnips, carrots and sweet potatoes were in the oven cooking, a saucepan with the mushrooms, leeks and garden peas was on the hob… A bloody-good job I woke-up when I did! Phew!

Then I realised why I woke up, the door chime was ringing out its tune, Dusty Springfield’s ♫ I only want to be with you ♫. For once, I was glad that Josie woke me up to return the plate etc. from her Sunday lunch.

1Mon21I later found these pictures I’d taken of the food I’d bought. But can I remember taking them? No!

Still, they show up the freshness of the products I got, on a Monday, as well!

I checked the food in the oven, carrots, parsnips and sweet potato chips, and was glad to see that I’d sprayed they with olive oil first.

Feeling slightly bemused, or discombobulated by events, I checked things all over for safety. There were no signs of any Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas that I could see.

1Mon22Then got the meal served up. This turned out to be a Flavour Rating of 9.25/10 dinner! Not perfect, the sweet potatoes somewhat burnt, but that suited me, they tasted wonderful! The beetroots were well-cooked and soft! The brown tomatoes, peas, mushrooms delightful! The pretend fish and leeks were also lip-smackingly good! And, I think the few anchovies, and the Marmite cheese, rounded things off nicely?

I consumed it slowly, my allotriophagy and pica were satiated! But, I fear I may have over-gormandised a tad? (Guilty-Mode-Engaged!)

The landline flashed, I don’t know how, but I got up and to it in time before it stopped. It was a phlebotomy nurse, telling me she would be with me tomorrow twixt 11:00 and 13:30hrs. A little late for me. (Good job I got out today for the fresh foods!)

I washed the pots and got down in the uncomfortable recliner… Zzzz!

Inchcockski – Tues 21 Jan 2020: A circumlocuitous sort of day, with sesquipedalian undertones. With beaucoup visitors!

2020 Jan 21

Sooner him, than me!

2020 ttJan 21

Tuesday 21st January 2020

Lithuanian: 2020 m. Sausio 21 Antradienis

XJan21

00:00hrs: I woke deep in thought, so deep, I wondered if I’d been cogitating in my sleep? (They can’t touch you for it!), I don’t think. Anyway, the p[ondrisationing soon stoppedHehe! 

I got out of the £300, c1968, second-hand recliner, and into the kitchen to take the medications, almost with ease. It was one of those, ‘Scare-Me-To-Death’ virtually pain and hassle-free wakings! Unnatural, worrying, casuistical! But I allowed myself to enjoy the situation. But not to the fullest extent; for my EQ has not conversed with me for over 36 hours now, and surely he is overdue to offer advice?

WD 100.20.0 I got the medications taken, pleased to see that I had not missed last evenings doses. Humph! And what an unreliable memoried Shlub I am! As usual, the ‘Hum’ was loud, with the odd tap-tap and gurgling noise. (Thrown in every now and then, up until 0500hrs?) Why, where from, what was making these noises, remains part of the mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, offering illusions, delusions, & hallucinations. Exasperated sigh! I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, no sooner made, than the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet-room, I shuffled, and still feeling in good nick, physically.

The evacuation was the biggest ever! But, there was little bleeding or pain involved. And, the cistern coped with it! This can’t go on, all this luck! Washed-up, and returned to get the now cold mug of tea dished and a new one made. (That’s more like it!) Straight to the computer and started updating the Monday blog. As Saccades-Sandra began giving me hassle, which made the time correcting was longer than the time writing! With the mystery noises still being heard occasionally, my upbeat start to the day, dwindled!

2Tue01I eventually got the blog done and posted off. I made another brew, this time Glenghetti, and ‘blow-me-down-with-a-feather-duster’, I needed the Throne again! All went well as the first visit did. I had time to check-out the pins (legs) and took a photo. Apart from being different sizes to each other again, they looked good to me, apart from the veins.

I returned to the computer with the semi-warm mug of tea and checked the timing for the Morrison delivery. I’d got an email listing the order, and telling me there were no substitutes or short items. And it will be delivered twixt 07:30>08:30hrs. They did not mention the one-day sell-by date on last weeks mushroom, or the blown and crushed can of Daniels Coke, of course.

2Tue02I had a look outside and photographed what looked like smoke from a fire in the dark. I took regular pictures for the next few hours of the City Hospital and area smoke. I’ve put them all here o the right, earliest shots down to the last one.

I thought it might be interesting for you to see them.

I went on google to see if any news about a fire was on anywhere, but no. So I assumed it must be regular chimneys that looked worse in the icy-cold mist? Curious how the wind kept changing.

I went on the WordPress Reader. Then on the TFZ Facebooking. Then put some photos from yesterday’s trip to town on Pinterest and my Facebook page.

A third calling to the porcelain Throne came. Blimey!

The mystery noises were then joined by the drilling and knocking from the Fire Sprinkler workers. (Can’t be helped!)

Then the mystery sounds suddenly stopped altogether.

This is more like my regular, usual lifestyle now, yer know. The intrigue of not knowing what’s going on! The mysteries of unknown noises, coming and going!

WD 100.20.0 Then, as if to help me settle my worrying about these patches of good-luck, Anne Gyna started to have a go at me. As Anne grindingly twanged away at me, the workers drilling through concrete did the same! Hoggledruids!

I took an extra painkiller, cause Anne was now in a singularly bad mood with me! I didn’t want to risk overdoing the Codeine 30g, so I had a Co-Codamol. Hope it eases Anne Gyna’s temper, and give me a break.

2Tue08aAha! The intercom rang and flashed. T’was the was the Morrison’s delivery arriving. I hastened to belatedly get the return carrier bags out of the Steptoe & Son room and got to answer the door. The young man took the bags through to the kitchen for me, and I slipped him a nibble – I could have put that better; (Red-Face-Mode-Utilised) I gave him a packet of Manner lemon wafers in thanks for his help.

WD 100.20.0 I was putting away the fridge-requiring foods, and Shaking Shaun joined Anne Gyna rebellion against Inchies weak battered body! He only had a short visit, but he nearly had me over on the floor! Humph!

I got the none-foods put away, including some Duracell batteries, that claim on the label to be the strongest available. Huh, my ‘Pure’ digital radio can destroy any in a couple of days. We’ll see how these go.

WD 100.20.0 I made a start again on this post. And the landline lit up, it was Sister Jane, telling me that on BBC1, was a program about chemist now charging for deliveries, to all people not on the internet! She rang -off so I could get to the program quickly, luckily there were subtitles on it, so I could still hear if the door chimes went. But it was all over in minutes. But I did catch that Boots and Lloyds (there maybe be others) are both going to charge for delivering prescriptions. Oh, dearie me! Grungle-Grumps!

Back to the updating. But not for long, the intercom chimed and flashed again. It was Leoni, from the Medicine Management team.

WD 100.20.0 She listened while I told her of the absolute farce with Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, leaving me with no painkillers or beta-blockers for five days! And not changing the medications to loose Furesomides, as she requested six weeks ago. She rang them, but just mentioned the water tablets, not the nearly fatal, leaving me for that length of time without medications. Fair enough, I did say that they must have had problems of their own, and have been so good in the past.

Leoni heard the drilling racket noise and asked me how long the noise has been going on. I answered truthfully: “About two-and-a-half years since the upgrading of the flats started!” Telling her of the problems with the ruined carpets, showed her the dangerous state they (Nottingham City Homes) had left the kitchen in, with concrete-like foam running down the wall and over the electricity sockets etc. No one was interested. I added, “Why should they be, I’ll snuff it in a bit, and then they can patch it up ready for the next patient, erm… resident who takes the flat”, by gum she did laugh! (At this point, my EQ communicated with me, advising me that more was to come, so you’ll just have to put up with it!) She told me of the driving conditions this morning being so dangerous. We had a couple of minutes chinwag, and off she had to go, a busy gal.

WD 100.20.0 I made a brew again, determined to drink it this time. And off went the intercom. The beloved Nurse Christina ♥ had arrived, looking a little frazzled and in a rush. It must be the weather that’s delayed everybody today. She was her usual pleasant, highly desirous self, but my high EQ indicated to me, she was stressed. Sweet as always, she bade farewell and shot of to her next, no doubt eagerly awaiting her arrival, patient.

Nearly my head-down time now. But I’d love to do some graphics first. Ah, well, I made another replacement for the tea that had gone cold and started update this diary again…

WD 100.20.0 The door chime rang-out once again. (It’s a blooming good job it’s on the electric supply and not on batteries! Hahaha!) It was Josie, returning the plate cutlery and tray from her meal yesterday. She looked in good health with her twinkling eyes, but busy, no time for a natter, although we did exchange hellos and goodbyes. Bless her cotton socks!

2Tue09I never got around to doing any graphics in the end. Too drained now. I put the handwashing in the bowl to soak and got a meal prepared.

A much too large a plateful, by a long way. Why do I keep making these young men’s massive meals? 

2Tue10I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

Then did the pot washing, washed me, and got into the night attire.

Then settled into the £300, second-hand, c1968, tatty-beige-coloured recliner, and basically faded into sleep withing half-an-hour or so, as soon as the brain-storm of fears, worries, self-criticisms and confused counter-productive evaluations had stopped.

Tsk!