Inchcockski – Thurs 15 Oct 2020: Not doing well urninationally speaking, Hehe! Worra long day, too!

A Beautiful Collection of TFZer Gals – Having a Dance

Thursday 15th October 2020

Scots Gaelic: Diardaoin 15 Dàmhair 2020

02:00hrs: I stirred slowly into a pseudo-life-form, and the sound from the World-Wide ‘Hum’, was horrific! But this ‘Hum’ was forgotten when the need for the Porcelain Throne and a wee-wee arrived. The wee-wee being the more urgent – the risk of an escapage was apparent.

I hastily hauled my wobbly heavily-stomach ladened body from the c1968 recliner, caught my balance, got Metal Micky (four-pronged walking stick) and off to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). Again it had been well-used, so after taking the pathetic, weak, wee-wee, that started with a flourish, but almost immediately died down to a few dribbles (Tsk!), I took the bucket with me to the wet-room, for cleaning and sanitising, after the throne session is finished.

After the last few Porcelain trips, I was feeling somewhat, a smidge nervous, that Constipation Konrad would give me agony again! Which he did! But not a patch on the previous visits. So much quicker, I was able to push things on a little and was much less painful without a doubt. Not a single drop or smear of blood! And I went into an almost pietistic Smug-Mode was adopted! Especially when I’d grabbed the crossword book, and didn’t have time to use it! Hehehe!

But, I was wary of this bit of good fortune, I usually pay for getting into any form of near contentedness or gratification, in some way. So I was cautious doing the cleaning up and medicationing by going through the two doorframes to the kitchen, with trepidation and expectancy of the next Accifauxpa or Whoopsiedangleplop. But I got through them both safely, without any toe stubbings, hitting my right shoulder against the wooden frame, and without a single loss of balance or Dizzy Dennis bother!

I took a photo of the right leg, in particular the ankle ulcer, which seemed to be fading fast for some reason. I bet it will be back, all vivid again later. The Arthur Itis and PKCCP (Proximal Knee-Cap-Cartilage-Pain) area around the patella looked a little nasty. But hardly any pain with it?

As I was getting the things out for the Health Checks, I had a spot of apaesthesia on my right side limbs, and very nearly dropped the BP machine. At least the results were a lit better today. SYS was well down, the Pulse a little higher. Pleased!

The stick thermometer showed relatively low again. But, it’s been lower a couple of times this month. It’s all very confusing, innit? Hahaha!

When it came to the medications, of course, there were no Omperasole capsules, with me taking it last night to ease Duodenal Donald’s attack. Still, it seemed to work; he was nowhere near as bothersome this morning.

I made a brew and noticed that the bottle of weak Peptac medicine had been emptied. Now, this was even more worrying. Because I’m sure that last night there was some left in the bottle, confident that I thought well they’ll be enough for tomorrow. Not that it is anything to panic about, it’s that useless and weak, totally not up to the job. And soon, the Germoloid supply will run out; I can’t remember if I put any on the Morrison order or not, I know I meant to, Humph! 

Back on the graphics, and the internet failed again. I’m getting fed up to the back teeth with this!

I nipped into the kitchenette to get some potatoes in the crock-pot for later on. Much later on, cause the Morrison order, or is it Sainsbury’s? should be coming twixt 17:30 > 18:30hrs tonight. I really mustn’t nod off again!

The danged Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet kept going on and off all day long! I got the latest local Coronavirus figures cone through in an email. At least the infection rate is coming down. But, is still at +46% increase, compared to the previous week.

The ankle ulcer was doing some itching, so I took a look at it when I went for one of the endless wee-wees of the day.

It might be getting more flared-up if that’s the word.

Internet down again, so I nipped out on the balcony and took some pictures from different angles.

The clouds were patchy and low, but they rose and thickened beautifully later. I received an Email from Morrisons.

There’s never a break from changes to confuse old farts like me! Grigglegonks! By the time I’d worked out that I didn’t know what they were talking about, the clouds had grown in the beautiful sky, and I tried to take the photos and present them, so they show a little more significant this time, four again, left to right, this time.

Bootiful!

More Emails came in, and I had a look at the latest ‘In Your Area’ e-magazine, for owt of interest. Here’s some I found.

  1. Police officers slapped eight students with fines totalling some £1,600 for hosting illegal parties across Nottingham city centre. The parties took place early on Tuesday, October 13, in an apartment in the Marco Island high-rise in Brook Street, as well as another in the Litmus Building in Huntingdon Street and one within a house in Johnson Road, Radford. Good!
  2. Nottingham’s public health director has warned there is “no doubt” the city will be pushed into the stricter Tier 3 lockdown banding if the spiralling infection rate does not slow soon. Her message comes as the city and county recorded almost 1,000 new cases in the space of 24 hours up to October 14. The infection rate in the city remains well ahead of anywhere in England, even Liverpool, which has been forced into stricter lockdown as acute care beds are filled almost to capacity.
  3. Almost 1,000 new coronavirus cases have been recorded across Nottinghamshire in the past 24 hours, Public Health England data shows.

I made a brew of tea, Glengettie Gold, and took the Dioctyl, Fentanyl, and Nirontine. The evening ones will have to be taken later tonight, or I will not be able to stay awake for the Sainsbury’s order coming.

I’m already fighting back the eyelids desire to close. Hehe!

So as it was getting darker now, I went out on the balcony again to take the now broody-looking clouds with the Kodak and the Nikon cameras.

First, I snapped the houses in front of the flats, using the Kodak. They came out looking like dolls, houses? Not a good photo at all.

I forgot which settings I had the Kodak ones on, but all the Nikon were in Aperture Priority mode. Hope I won’t sicken you with all the cloud photo

When I got back inside, I uploaded them to the computer, and as I was putting the SD card back in the Kodak, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, who had been kind to me up to then, caught the card to fly away. I had a very similar problem finding the damned thing. It turned out it was underneath the 1961 Hopewell’s E-plan cabinet that I bought from the Charity shop when I moved into the flat. I wish I knew that the doors were going to fall off of it within three days, I wouldn’t have bothered. Gumbleonandon!

Naturally, the agony of getting down on the floor (Level4), stretching to get camera-card (Level3) using the long picker-upperer and the torch. Then the mammoth task (Level6) of getting back up again, took a lot out of me, but also helped keep my awake a little longer if nowt else. Hahaha!

The weak, willingness-willy-nilly, wee-wees seemed to have dried up altogether now?

I had a look at the latest Your Area Email—advice on the new legislation and the local figures for the Coronavirus and took some screenshots. I was puzzled to see the new figure lower than yesterdays?

My Nottingham’s new cases for the last complete seven-days was up to 2549, now.

Oh, dearie me!

I was getting more tired by the second, and the mind of in a bit of a muddle, I was convinced it was Friday, and I had a moment or two of semi panicking when I checked the Calendar and things didn’t match up for Friday… I just felt a twit when I realised, and hoped that the intercom would work when the Sains.. no, Morrison delivery arrives, twixt 18:30>19:30hrs.

I got the evening medications in a pot ready for taking, and the potatoes that had been in the crock-pot for about eight-hours now were turned off. The wee-wees had dried up. Mind you; I think every one of the estimated 24 visits I made, were put together; they would fit in a tea mug! Tsk!

The Morrison man arrived, and I got the bags through to the kitchen and unloaded. A bit of a mystery though; I’d got two loaves of Warburtons Danish bread delivered, I thought I’d ordered two Milk Roll loaves, cause I knew they would just about fit in the freezer, but with no paperwork any longer being supplied from Morrisons. Nothing on the emails to tell me they had been substituted, I don’t know if I made a faux pas or not. Still, they had delivered the Irish potato farls, Warburton potato cakes and a loaf of Rankin’s Soda Bread that I shall be parting in a little later. (If I haven’t fallen asleep, Hehe!)

I phoned Jenny to see if she could use the Danish bread, as I didn’t want it to go to waste. She was interested, although she wanted to keep it for me in her freezer at first, that there is no room or chance of me making room in the foreseeable future.

I got a bag and added some of the Christmas cans and bottles, to sneak in as a treat and thank you, and out and down in the elevator, to Jenny and FRanks flat, pressed the bell, and back to the lift. What a job getting one back up again, I’ve no idea what was going on, but both lifts passed me by a few times? (Being so late in the day, we can now use the Contractors lift as they have long gone home). 

So weary now, back in the apartment, and sorted out the evening’s meal. Three small slices of the soda-bread, generously buttered, fish sticks, pickled egg, red and Jenny-supplied yellow tomatoes, boiled in Squid sauce potatoes for slow-cooked for nine hours (Hehe!), some of the mini-shallots, and a pot of lemon yoghourt (Although I fell asleep after eating the fodder, and didn’t get to eat it!).

I gave the meal a flavour-rating of 9/10! After digesting the feast, I nodded off, but unfortunately, jumped awake an hour or so later, without knowing why. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 14th October 2020: My lockdownabilites are being tested! As for Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet – Clapbogelsworthyness!

The Lovely Smile of the TFZeress ♥

Wednesday 14th October 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 14eg Hydref 2020

: 03:00hrs: Due to the wonderfully pathetic service from Liberty-Global, Virgin Media internet connection, constantly going down today, this will be a short, messy, and quick diary of the day’s disasters. And with CorelDraw playing up something rotten, I’m stumped for time to get things done. I’m very sorry about this. Not as in-depth and revealing as usual. Still, being the twerp I am, I ended up staying up late to get caught up with it.

If you know of any reasonably priced, reliable assassins, perhaps you’d like to arrange for Mr Fries, the Liberty-Global boss. To have a visit? New York-based global investment equity firm KKR announced Wednesday that it acquired Corel, taking ownership from Vector Capital. I can’t find the animal in charge there, but I hope he or she is in pain and catches the Virus.

Of course, I’m only joking.

Rose, and had to use the Porcelain Throne. Argh! Constipation Konrad still in charge. Agony! But the leg ulcer was looking so much calmer, now.

Got the Health Checks done. The BP results were scary. Took the medications.

The stick thermometer was also playing up and not giving a reading, other than low.

Onto the computer, will a determination to get a crack-on… Hahahaha! With Libert-Global and CorelDraw’s combined inabilities and constant cock-ups, there was no chance!

The internet was going down so very often! Frustration turned to anger later. Humph! It did sp, so often, I shall not mention it again, well, we’ll see!

Facebooking was a grind, not pleasure. Pinteresting was farcical! I was getting into some fine messes on the computer!

I kept knocking off, doing other jobs, I took a snap of Chestnut Walk.

Then stupidly thinking things would come back on proper. What a clot I am! Got the ablutions done, took my time and it was a fair session, no injuries, although the dropsies were more than plentiful.

  I tried ringing Warden Deana, to ask her to ring the Doctors for me, to order some Macrogol on the next prescriptions for me. But there was no reply. Either busy, or on holiday, or moved somewhere else?

Jenny rang. She is having the same struggle with Lacksadisical Liberty-Global. She suggested I send an email asking for prescriptions, which made me wonder why I wasn’t doing this. Hehe! I did enjoy the little natter and laugh. ♥Later I recalled getting the letter telling me they cannot take prescription requests via email, anymore. Tsk!

Sister Jane rang me to tell me she had not received the email link. I wasn’t surprised I’d forgotten to send it, with all the mayhem this morning. I apologised and said I’d do it as soon as, or if, I can get the Template made up. We had a longish chinwag, and that broke the depression, cheered me up. ♥

Then off to the Porcelain Throne again – another bad one, no improvement, despite the Macrogol and Dyoctyl, I’m on. But, no bleeding this time from Harold’s Haemorrhoids! And the legs were all calm. Bloodless looking mind you.

Uncomfortable in the extreme, I got some bags of rubbish made up and taken to the waste chute. Not the easiest of tasks this morning. I loaded the three-wheeler walker guide with the various sized bags and hobbled with them (Not dropping any en route, Smug-Mode-Engaged!) to the chute room.

Made a brew, and took the Docusate sodium and an extra Maccrogol sachet. I’ve not got a lot of confidence in them, but fair do’s, give them another day or so, and they might start working. Or not! Well, they didn’t, making me very late in getting my head down, to catch up. Brunglebogs!

I had a go ar making the graphics again. I spent more time correcting things than creating owt! Grrr!

And of course, the internet kept packing up in the middle of doing things!

THe wee-weeing was frequenter than ever, but only dribbles most of the time. I checked the colour against the chart, and it was still on No.6, very dehydrated.

On the other side of the NHS card, was a reminder to drink 2½ to 3½ litres of liquids a day, while I’m on the Dioctyl capsules for the week.

But, I have no decaffeinated tea in stock.

So I was taking spring water in between the Thompsons Punaja, Glengettie, Assam and Glengettie Gold, brews.

Then, I remembered that I forgot to send the blog links off, so got it tended to.

The ‘Hum’ was accompanied wit he few taps, knocks and clunks, from Herbert in the flat above. I wonder what model he’s making today? I rarely see anyone nowadays with this lockdown for a chinwag. Mind you, he’s a bit of a reticent, taciturn sort of superior acting bloke, so I’m not missing anything there, then.

Off I poddled to the wet room for what must be the twentieth wee-wee of the day, possibly more actually.

The leg ulcer seemed to be getting a smidge more inflamed? And the Clopdogrel lumps and papules looked like returning.

Time to take the evening medications now. Then get some fodder prepared.

As I got in the kitchen, I found that I’d left the hot water tap (faucet) running, and now had no hot water. Ah, well, at least I haven’t done this for at least three days. Humph!

I had a go again at getting the lid off of the balsamic vinegar and honeyed shallots. To my amazement, I got it off! Well pleased with this! I split the contents, half and half, with the original jar to be taken down for Jenny and Frank, the other half, having put some of the onions on my plate for later, went in an old lidded plastic container and into the fridge. I rang Jenny to tell her I’d be calling, but the gal was busy on the line. Got the Jenny-jar in a bag, ready to go down. 

Got the potato cakes in the oven, took this photo of the afternoon view, then gave Jenny another call on the phone. The gal was still busy, so I got the stick, and a jar of pickled shallots and went down to put them outside her door, rang the bell and then had fun getting the list back up. Hehe!

Got back at last, and worked on getting the dinner made up. Not much cooking involved at all. But I managed to burn the potato cakes a bit too much, even for me. Hoggleglumps! The new shallot onions and the Jenny supplied yellow tomatoes were the highlight of the meal. The Lidl potato thins, reminded me of chewing newspaper when I was a kid, and short of food – but the newspaper had more taste. Hehehe!

Put the pots in the bowl to soak, and I got down in the c1968 non-working recliner that my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour propred Brother-in-Law Pete broke, when he was clearing the flat of my monies and valuables after I had the stroke… Where was I? Oh, yes, head down with the only intention being to get some sleep. But no! Although I was spared any Thought-Storming tonight, Duodenal Donald made an excellent substitute ‘Keep-Awakener’.

I didn’t bother getting up, to take any of the nugatory Peptac medicine, and tried to carry one, ith little chance of, but getting to sleep!

But Duodenal Donald was on top form tonight, and out of desperation, I got up and gave myself a pretty reasonably nasty toe-stubbing en route to the kitchen, to have a large guzzle or two of the weak ineffective, inadequate, not up-to-the-job Peptac medicine. There were no spare Omeprazole capsules, now they come in the dosage-pods, but things were so painful and uncomfortable with Duodenal Donald, I took one of tomorrow mornings ones, which I may well regret in the morning, methinks! I swallowed the capsule and took the pathetic Peptac bottle to the recliner with me, and it was well used, but to no effect. Humph!

Fed-up? Me? Hahaha!

Yes!

Inchcockski – Sunday 4th October 2020: Worried

TFZer beauty, yeeha!

Sunday 4th October 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sul 4 Hydref 2020

0300hrs: By Jiminee, six-hours of Sweet Morpheousness! Good going that! If it wasn’t for the need of the Porcelain Throne, I might have had longer – cause the body and brain did not overly want or need to get up at all! Yes, dysania and clinomania (An excessive desire to remain in bed; morbid sleepiness) woke with me this morning!

But, as is usual, the urgency of a summoning calls to the Throne won the day. I rose hastily but carefully, from the c1968 recliner, caught my balance and with Duodenal Donald giving me some stabbing pains, I grabbed Metal Mickey (the four-pronged walking stick) and poddled stumblingly to the wet-room and the Throne.

I got down on the pew, and the actions started immediately, and stopped, and stuck seconds later! The handily placed crossword book and pen were reached for, (You can always tell a suffer from Constipation Konrad, by how close he or she keeps the crossword book, to the loo, Haha!). I believed there might be a possibility of my busting open in the rear quarters, and the painful pressure grew ever tighter, but no action yet. A few minutes later, when the innards controlled movement restarted, things moved that quickly, I hardly had time fo give an Argh! Or swear, before it was finished, with watery-thud.

It took a few seconds for me to recover my composure. Gawd, that was agony-at-speed! I investigated the evacuated product, as instructed by the hospital, and had to break things up a bit, to get it to down the hole. It took several hand-fillings of the tank and many flushes before it disappeared. Worra life!

Some bleeding, but I’m certain it was from the bashed up and squashed by the torpedo on its way out, Harold Haemorrhoids. I got a good clean up and medicated with the Germoloid ointment, I didn’t spare with it either. Got the things back on the toilet top, got the new PP’s on, and needed a wee-wee.

And what a wee-ee it was, another of the quixotic variety, of the OSUAD (Orange-Sprinkly-Unpainful-After-Dribble) type. And the AMD (After-Micturitional-Dribble) went on, and on, and… Washed the hands again, and off to the kitchenette.

I put the kettle on and got on with the Health Checks. The SYS was still a bit high, but it’s up and down all the time lately. I’d like to know how, every single time that any nurse or doctor takes my BP, it is always, it never changes, comes out as being within range! Humph!

The temperature on the stick thermometer had gone up a tad, which is a good thing, cause it had been too low for too long.

I’ve noticed that this morning, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters have been trying, sort of going online and off, quickly again. That’s my way of saying that Nicodemus is to blame for my dropping the stick thermometer on the floor. I thought, well that’s done it no good! Surprisingly after retrieving it with the use of the long picker-upperer, I tried it, and it was still working! See, a Silver Lining can usually be found, if one is prepared to lie and cheat a bit. Hahaha!

I took the medications, including the Macgrogol, and made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. I use a long skewer stick, to stir the tea with, and extract the teabag. I grabbed the bamboo stick, at the wrong, pointed end. The blood looked a decent rich red, not as deep at the haemorrhoids, mind. Hehehe!

I got the computer going, and thus began a journey encapsulating mistakes, errors, getting so confused and doolallying. The first thing was to create two templates—one for today and the other for Monday.

I uploaded yesterdays photos not done yet and spent hours cocking things up, and generally missing things off, and drifting into doing something else altogether, and getting back into some mock-form of semi-organisation… then drifted off of the plan again. Back to the computer.

I got the Saturday blog finalised, and sent off the email link.

On one of my ‘I don’t know how got onto searching the web, or what I am searching it for’ moments, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, joined Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, and Duodenal Donald, in making my life rather unpleasant, and uncomfortable. I decided I’d have a break, and look in the fridge and freezer to plan my lunch later, Josies was already sorted and written down. And I found that my plan to not bother with any chips, fries or potatoes, and use the Farls and potato cakes, had to be abandoned. Thanks to Morrison delivering short-dated products, like Farls and Potato cakes. Grrr! Grobbleskankles! 

I went through to make a brew, Glengettie Gold, this time, and take a sachet of Macrogol, I even took a swig of the Peptac. Not that I imagine anything would ease of Constipation Konrad or Duodenal Duncan until they departed of their own accord. The murky morning, still managed to look beautiful though.

The first shot, I took while hanging out of the kitchen window, while balancing on the step ladder! Such cunningly designed windows, obviously by window manufacturers and builders who suffer from gerascophobia, gerontophobia, or maybe gerascophobia? Anyway, I wouldn’t please them my falling out of the window! La-la-la- La-lala! Gits!

The second one, I took from the balcony, which also, plainly designed and fitted by window manufacturers and builders who suffer from gerascophobia, gerontophobia, or maybe gerascophobia? The finger trapping and cutting spring clip opener, where you have to push and pull at the same time to open or close the windows.

They have even been times when the newly fitted window fell off the fitments while a tenant in Winchester Court was opening her window – but that’s been kept quiet. So I won’t mention it… Whoops!

Back I trudged, to the computer work. Got the link emailed, went on the WordPress Reader, and did some Facebooking catch-up.

I checked on Amazon about the progress of the items ordered. A pair of slippers, some kitchen tools to make it easier to open bottles, ring-pull cans and jars (I’m not too sure they will work, but one has to try), and some yogourt covered cashew nuts. The delivery of the nuts and tools showed as being at the flats.

So, I took a look outside and saw a van arriving, it must be the delivery! I positioned myself close to the intercom, ready to answer and admit the driver. Sure enough, he came a couple of minutes later, I buzzed him in, thanked him, slipped him a can of G&T as a thank you, and opened the box to investigate.

I soon got into it and took a decker at the contents. Would they be acceptable, good and reliable, what I anticipated? No! The tools were worse than the ones I already have, no instructions, of course. Ah, well, they were cheap enough! The yoghourt covered cashew nuts, were 75% yoghourt, finding any bits of cashew, was a bonus. Hey-Ho!

I went on the Amazon tracker to check out the ETA of the slippers that I’d ordered might be arriving.

Judging by the time it took to get from when was dispatched, I’d guess about 18:00hrs they could get here. These are the same ones that I bought n August, well not the same ones, but the same type. They are so comfortable and cosy.

Back on the computer, Pinterested some snaps and started to update the Facebooking, and the landline burst into ringing and flashing. It was Sister Jane, she is not very well at the moment. She has, she thinks got, or suffering from cluster-headaches. Poor things, it was a case of one of use mentioning something and comparing it with the ills of the other of us. Hahaha! I’ll have a look-up on the web later for these headaches. Might ring her back in the morning if I fined owt that might help her cope better with them. I’ll send Jane all the bestest wishes possible! She’s not a woman who moans, bless her cotton socks! ♥♥♥ And Pete can do with a boost, the handsome beast him, with all his radiation treatments.

I had to hurry a tad, to get Josie’s dinner done in time, but yet again, I was on the button, at midday, at her door, ringing her bells!

I even wore the Chefs Hat that Jae bought me for Christmas last year! I took a selfie of the titfer, but somehow it came out in monochrome? Another camera cock-up from Inchcock!

Anyway, for the first time ever, I saw Josie laughing out loud when she opened the door and saw me! She had a feel of it (No, no, the Chefs Hat I mean!), and was amazed it was real, she thought it was a paper one. Hahaha!

I explained about the changes to her dinner plate to her. Smoked haddock, mackerel in sauce, and her cheesy mash being with different cheese cause I’d had any come from Morrisons this week. She retired to have her nibble, and I returned to have a wee-wee.

I washed, put the kettle on, and as the sunshine was coming through, I went on the balcony again, to take some photos of the grand, lucky-to-have views.

The top one was straight ahead, the bottom shot, I took from inside the pod. We’re luck really living here… I thought this as Herbert came to life above. Humph!

I’ll try to get another template made up now, with some busy days coming up next week, it can only help to get ahead if I can. Fingers crossed.

The Amazon slippers arrived, and I went down to meet the driver. Met Peggy, doing her laundry. Took the bag off of the deliveryman, and back up to the flat.

I went on Google and found an NHS site, covering cluster-headaches. A  place for advice, with Treatments and explanations, anyone who suffers with them would find it of some benefit, I hope. This is the link address: https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/cluster-headaches/ I sent the link to Jane and Pete and tried to phone them both to tell them, but got no answer.

I was worried about them, even more now. As I got the meal prepared, I tried several times to get through without any luck. In the kitchen, I got an answer, from Pete’s number; The line was terrible, and I could not understand most of what Pete said, he was only on for a minute or so. But the tone of his voice came through, something serious meant he could not talk to me at that moment. I’m scared stiff for them now. No concentration, Duodenal Donald kicked off again.

Got the nosh served up, I didn’t enjoy the meal, although I should have, it was one of my better efforts, but fretting over whatever Jane and Pete, I could not appreciate the food.

Got my bones in the recliner, and lay worrying, with Donald having a ball with the stomach. Until I can find out what’s happening, it will get no better. Sleep was impossible, tried until about 01:30hrs, and got up to do some cleaning-up, to try to calm down mentally.

Inchcocksi – Saturday 3rd October 2020: Porcelain Throne agony! Willy nilly wee-weeing. Computer problems. Argh!

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Just cause I love ’em!

Saturday 3rd October 2020

Azerbaijani: 3 Oktyabr 2020 şənbə

00:00hrs: My expergefactor, was Duodenal Donald, oh boy, was he giving me some stick! (I realised it must be due to my hassle with the computer yesterday, it really got to me, and must have encouraged Donald to kick-off); so some of the useless, inexpedient, weak, and wishy-washy, but better than nothing. Peptac antacid guzzling, is my first job – after the regulation wee-wee, of course.

When I got to the wet-room, I felt the need to utilise the Porcelain Throne. However, things in the innards department were rock solid and after an age sitting there, produced nothing but the odd spurt of wind. And after a lot of time spent cross-wording, I gave up!

At least this wee-wee was of the PBOAN (Painless-But-Orange-Almost-Normal) variety. I gave-up on the rear evacuation, washed the hands, sanitised the touch areas, and hobbled to the kitchenette, in search of the wretchedly-weak, ineffectual Peptac antacid.

Diverted for another wee-wee, and brought the EOGPB (Essential-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) back into use. I didn’t need the EQ to tell me it will be required a lot today.

I downed a few swigs of the otiose, worthless, medicine, made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and took the morning medications. Then, with fingers crossed and a prayer, I turned on the computer!

: The computer and CorelDraw seem to be working correctly again. SO I concentrated on making up an in-brief Friday blog to replace the one that got gobbled up in the ether yesterday. Cry? Me? Of course, I did! I pressed on full of concentration and determination (but not a lot of confidence) and got it finished and posted off. Needing four wee-wees while doing it! Oh, dearie me!

Then I Pinterested a few snaps. Sent the link off, and replied to the flourish of comments, both of them. Hehehe! I’d just started creating a template for today’s diary, and the need for the Porcelain Throne arose again. Hoping for more luck this time, of I trotted to the wet-room. (The carpet is getting a little threadbare twixt the computer and toilet now, feet and four-pronged walking stick impressions all over it!) Tsk!


You may wish to avoid this description, it was so bad, I went through so much, I thought I ought to include it. Please go under the line below to continue. Sorry.

Utter agony! The movement began of its own accord. Everything stretched to what must have been the limit, and it would go no further! I even tried to push things along, which obviously brought more pain, and I could feel the blood flowing without having to check.

I got the crossword book, and spent half an hour or so on it, without any movement from the evacuation. Embarrassingly, I was so desperate, I painfully upped the PPs, and went to the kitchen and took two sachets of Macrogol in warm water, and returned to the Thone. Continued with the crossword, it took my mind off of the uncomfortableness a little, especially as I was doing so well with the puzzle.

The action started again, no input from me, and it was so solid and felt massive, then suddenly moved really fast. I didn’t think it could hurt me anymore than it was doing, but this rush proved me wrong… Argh! Oh, dearie me!

Silver-Lining Search Result: At least it wasn’t messy.

Danged ginormous, stinky-poo, and of toilet-blocking-worthiness! I had to remove the radio and paper from the top of the WC, to refill the tank, several times to get the evacuated product flushed away, I even used a wooden stick to break things up, and the skewer broke, such was the solidity! I cleaned the place, got a good wash and sanitised the touch-areas, and gave it what must have been the tenth flushing, the water bubbled up to near the top of the porcelain this time? But, it was completely clear of any matter, thankfully.

Thank was a right morningmare to go through! I swore to remember to take another Macrogol later. Just in case, and shall take one when I wake in the morning too!

I gingerly turned my attentions to the medicalisationings. This was when I noticed the blood spatter on the floor. Poor old Harold’s Haemorrhoids had been through the mill! I used the last of the tube of Germolid cream (not to fret, I’ve got another tube, but I ordered the wrong one, the new one, which I’ll have to use after the ablutionisationing, is an ointment, what the difference is I’m not sure, but I’ll find out later, Tsk!) A vestige of discomfort remained, but so much less now the barely endurable torpedo-from-hell has been passed. I hope things don’t get blocked up lower down the flats? A good clean up all around, and off to get a mug of tea. The fear of going through that again made me take a senna tablet as well.


I turned my attention to getting the Healthchecks done. The stick thermometer showed me that the body temperature was 34.7°c, which is not too low.

: Hit my head on the corner of the cupboard door. Blungletads!

After yesterdays drop to near normality, (135) the BP sphygmomanometer had my SYS back up high again. However, its been a lot higher over the past two weeks, so fingers crossed.

Back to the computer. I was making up a template for today’s post, and on CorelDraw, making up a graphic, and it froze and turned itself off! My heart sank! Again the damned thing! I turned it back on and had lost all the work I’d done, so had to redo it again, but at least the programme let me. Pickleglobknobs! Got the photos taken this morning in, and on WordPress.

Took a snap of the once again, blue morning.

Then got on TFZer Facebooking catch-up. Next, I went on the WordPress Reader, some smashing, making-Inchcock-jealous photos on there today. Hehehe!

Tea and biscuits were partaken of, and another Macrogol made up, then got the Ablutionalisationing tackled.

The ablutions all went so surprisingly, joy-makingly well. Yes!

For some unfathomable reason, Toothache Terence was not so bad this morning?

The shaving produced only two microscopical cuts; although the dropsies were more persistent than of late, I’d got the short picker-upperer to hand, and coped injury-less well with retrieving the razors (at least eight), shaving foam (2), and the after the shave (used to stop the bleeding). Not much left of the Brut now, I’ve dropped it so often! Hehe!

The showering, well, apart from a Dizzy Dizzy visit, that caused no Accifauxpas or injuries, went so smoothly, I was almost gobsmacked! The pins and plates were nae bother and other than still looking on the pale side, appeared practically normal! Even Arthur Itis’s knees were in the best state all week!

And the medicationalisationing of my battered and been through the mill this morning, rear-end with the new ointment style Germoloids, went without the furuncle being affected, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids calmed down within a few minutes!

I sure you’ll understand how and why I fostered a Smug-Mode, Class A, Grade One! Suddenly life and hope were returning, but knowing my luck, temporarily I’m sure. Humph!

I got dressed, and scribbled some notes top use on this blog later, and decided I could cope with another brew, and made a mug of Thompsons Punjana. As I bent to return the tea caddy back to the floor, I realised that my luck had not completely changed; for Duodenal Donald kicked off, and has not stopped since! (well, up to the time I got around to typing this update anyway) He seems to be making up for his absence over the last couple of days. Crikusdongungungs, he’s having a ball with me! This (I assume) is what has started Dizzy Dennis off! Most uncomfortable, now, Tsk! Up and down like yo-yo’s today, danged ailments!

I delayed the tea while Duncan was playing up, and had a good few swigs of the useless Peptac. Which incidentally, replaced the excellent Aludrox SA, which the Doctor told me years ago, had gone up in price five-fold overnight, and the NHS has barred the product. Cagnangles! I am on omeprazole for the ulcer, but it’s not doing anything at the moment to relieve my wayward innards! Still, yer don’t like to complain, does yer? Much!

The rain continues to fall, not too heavily at the moment. I took two photos from the kitchen window, one in Auto, the second one in Landscape mode. A little glum-looking!

Now, I just much find time to do some graphicalisationing, I’m right out of diary page, and Thought header graphics. Oh, Crappleness! Duodenal Duncan’s having a ball with me again!

Took the evening medications, and wondered if the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, were going to let me down again with the delivery? My EQ said; “Just get your head down, there’s not the slightest chance of them delivering your prescriptions tonight, mate!”

Fingers crossed that CorelDraw doesn’t play up again.

Two graphics were done, and ‘Inchcock-Done-Innerer’ syndrome took over. And, the wash, bish-bash-bosh, and get made the nosh! Hehehe!

The meal was prepared, and after I burnt my finger getting the fish strips out of the oven, and applied some Germolene to the index digit, I served it up. At this stage, where I had to be alert enough not to fall asleep, just in case the EQ was wrong, and the medicines did arrive, nodding-off was not an option.

This plastic plateful of nosh certainly looked appealing enough. But the potato scones were not heated properly, everything else was okay, mind. Incidentally, I found the black pepper pot I’ve been searching for over the last few days. Tsk! That spiced up the pickled eggs! A flavour rating of 7/10 given. Shame about the potato scones, but Morrisons delivered them with only one day’s sell-by date on them. Humph! Did the pots.

I got stripped, washed and down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unstable, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, rickety, rachitic, recliner. Now to stay awake, in what turned out to be unfulfilled hopes of the prescriptions arriving. Which when I remembered this, I had to get some clothes on again, in foolish, vain, ridiculous ideas that the drugs may soon come. Hahaha!

I fought hard to stay awake, a couple of minutes or so long nods did happen, but I’m sure the door chimes would have woke me. After 19:00hrs, I realised what I already knew, that the prescriptions were not going to be delivered.

There I was, half-asleep, drowsy, pissed off, and in need of a wee-wee, and getting all het-up with life again. Stewing in sinful thoughts, and saddened by the failures, and the damned Thought-Storms arrived then, Huh!

I got the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) and used it.

:  And a new style of wee-wee launched itself at me, caught me out I can tell yer! I christened this one as an SVTP (Storming-Vicious-Torrential-Powerful) wee-wee. I can’t believe that my lasered bladder could hold so much urine, to belted out, splashed and sprayed, showered the carpet, and me. I nearly lost my balance at it bucketed into the bucket, and poured about everything around. It stopped abruptly, no after-trickling. I’m not surprised, there just couldn’t have been anything left inside to come! Thunderisations! Little Inchy must have felt like an inadequate mini-fire hose! Haha!

Cleaning up and sanitising the resulting overspill, and me, took yonks to get done. I have to admit, I was feeling sorry for myself again, bitter at the Chemist, and so in need of sleep, the thought storming stopped, and was replaced with a pathetic sort of sulky, had enough, why me? Depression.

By the time I put away the cleaning bucket, cloths, brush and disinfectants, I was out of the darkness, and back as me again. (No idea why or how?) I was laughing to myself, thinking of how others would have coped. Remembering my fellow patients in the poor devils in the Newell Acute Stroke Ward (Now renamed Unit C5 Acute Stroke Unit), and how I am so much better than many of the others in there, were. Guilt developed, at how I was handling life’s challenges.

A most peculiar mood came over me as I got down again in the c1968 recliner. I was passive, ashamed and yet with a certain contentedness. My not getting to sleep, no longer bothered me, and when the Thought-Storming started again, I wallowed in them? This must-have affected me, cause I found notes about it scribbled on the pad in the morning, in all clear readable lettering, and that’s a first time that has happened.

Mmm? Summat must be in the wind for me. EQ says so!

TTFNski.

Inchcock Today – Monday 7th September 2020:

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Monday 7th September 2020

Uzbekistan: 2020 yil 7-Sentyabr, dushanba

  00:15hrs: I woke with some lingering memories of dreams I’d been having, and fumbled to get the notepad and pen, to write down what I could recall of them. But by the time I’d dropped the pad, and got myself sorted out ready to scribble, the memory box had lost everything about the dream! So annoying innit? Tsk! 

While I lay there, silently swearing at myself, the urgent need of a wee-wee presented itself. All thoughts of the failed recollections of the dream were abandoned, and I heaved my grossly overly-stomached body from the £300, c1968, second-hand recliner, wobbled a bit, and got to the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), and suffered a rather painful PSC (Powerful-Sprinkly-Colourless) wee-wee. As I got the bucket cleaned and disinfected, I half expected the usual ‘within-minutes-of-waking’ summoning to the Porcelain Throne, but no, which surprised me.

I poddled to the kitchenette, and the view through the hanging washing covered, new light & view-blocking windows, revealed the moon in miniature again. So I got the Kodak PixPro AZ 651 bridge-camera, (sounds all posh dunnit?) and took a shot in the Aperture-Priority mode. Not too bad!

I got the Health Checks done then, starting with the BP sphygmomanometerisationing. Oh, dearie me! The SYS was still high, too high. Next, I used the stick thermometer to get the body temperature. Down a bit, at 32.4°c.

At the most inopportune moment, just as I was pouring the tea, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) gave me a good shaking, and I dropped knocked the mug over! Boiling water and hot tea went all over the counter, down the cupboard doors onto the floor. I thought how lucky I had been in not getting injured or scolded, and in the midst of cleaning up the mess, a sneaky Smug-Mode began coming on, but not for long!

As I was struggling to get up from the floor, I slipped on a patch of wet I’d missed, and clouted the top of my head and nose against the corner of the cupboard! It could have been worse, I anticipated a dirty great lump on the bonce, but there wasn’t. 

The Falls Team Member is calling to see me today. No idea what time, though. So, I got on with the updating of yesterday’s diary, so I could have time to get the ablutions done before he, she or they arrive.

SSS did not help any, but I stuck at it and got it done in a few hours. Pinterested some snaps from the blog. Went on the WordPress Reader, then Facebooking. Emailed the link, and replied to a couple of comments. Did some graphicationalisationing.

Aha! The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and off to the wet room.

The recent ten or so sessions have all been a struggle and time-consuming affairs. So I got the crossword book to hand – but by Jiminee, the movement almost shot out in one long, painful blast! Messy, pongy, and bloody.

Got a good clean up, and returned to the computer to press-on with the starting and updating of this blog. Off to do the ablutions.

Stand-up-Ablutionalisationing Whoopsies Progress Report.

  • Wee-wee: of the CLD (Cloudy-Long-Dribbling [but not painful]) mode taken.
  • The teeth cleaning: It went very well, I took it nice and steady, almost gently! Only one dropsy, the brush. No bleeding! Oh, no, the mouth wash bottle went as well, just the once.
  • Shaving: Dropped the shaving foam twice.
  • Shaving: Dropped the razors (5). As far as I can tell, only one tiny-weeny cut!
  • Body washing: Soap dropsies, Eight of them!
  • Body Washing: Flannel dropped three times!
  • Body Washing: Knocked the soap dish off of the sink as I removed the plug to soak the flannels after washing. No damage or bother, it is an old yoghourt pot I use! (Common as muck, me!)
  • Towelling off: No knocking over, off or into anything! Yee-ha!
  • Medicationalisationing: Dropped the Viscotears® liquid gel spray, I now have no Viscotears® liquid gel spray left, it broke! Cleaned things up and continued medicating other areas.
  • Medicationalisationing: Olive oiled the ear-holes.
  • Medicationalisationing: As carefully as is possible, I applied the Germolene to the largest carbuncle. Cleverly (I thought), avoiding Harold’s Haemmorhoids
  • Medicationalisationing: Then the Germoloid cream applied
  • Medicationalisationing: 
  • Medicationalisationing: 
  • Medicationalisationing: 

I went on the balcony to take some shots of the morning as it brightened up somewhat.

More work on this diary, and the intercom lit-up and the Falls Team lady, Caroline arrived.

The nurse went through my details and was very sociable with it.

During the time Caroline was here, Sister Jane rang several times, thinking that we would have been finished the consultation, and in the end, told me to ring her back when I was free. Hehehe!

The very patient Caroline, ended up arranging for a walking frame (Never thought this would happen to me!) that is narrower than usual to try out in the flat. And hopefully, get me back on a physio-course. I definitely felt so much better after the visit. Thanks, Caroline.

I then set about getting a wash to freshen me up and dressed to go out, and then rang Jane back. My xyrophobia, trypanophobia,  Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia, and belonephobia, suffering, over amour propred, sickenly good-looking Brother-in-law Pete, was at the City Hospital hospital today, for more flipping chemoradiotherapy treatment. I’ll ring him in the morning to see how it went.

I set out to the bus stop, on my escape from isolation, with the aim of getting some disinfectant from Poundland, and black washing liquid was the Bargain shop.

The mood in town was one of depression, that’s the only word to use. I have never seen Nottinghamians so dispirited in my life!

It brought me down with them. The gloom was almost overbearing.

I got off of the bus, called in Poundland, and came out after spending just £12.50, and limped to Milton Street, going in the Bargain Shop. I only spent £5.77 in there, so many things not available, but I did get the black washing liquid, still on a bargain price with a few other items, that were not essential.

A photographing hobble around down the depressing Clinton Street, right along Long Row, and up Queen Street to the bus stop home.

I caught a 40 bus, having to sit on the side-saddle seat, to have room for the trolley. A lady with a disabled scooter got on, and I was moved to an ordinary seat. But with no room for the three-wheeler walker guide! I had to grab onto it and move it each time someone got on or off the bus. Hard work. Hahaha! I was shattered by the time I got back to the flats. Hey-ho!

I got off of the bus without any bother. Alright! I caught my right knee on the trolley as it did its own thing lowering it to the pavement. It set Arthur Itis off for the rest of the day. Humph! Not that it mattered much, I was not going anywhere or doing anything productive much in the state I was in, Shackumed!

I say do nothing, I did make a large meal, and ate nearly all of it. A tasty feast really! A deserving flavour rating of 8/10.

I took the evening medications while dining. Put the plate and things in the sink to soak overnight, and washed/medicated certain bodily areas in need of doing.

I think this was the quickest I dropped off onto the land of Nod, for months!


In the morning, I made up a hopefully witty photo-ode of my trip out to Nottingham, before updating this blog. This is the link to it if you’ve not read it yet, I fank you!

A depressingly poor tale in ode of my escape from Isolation!

Inchcock – Friday 21st Aug 2020: Plenty of Whoopsie and Accifauxpas, but a betterer day. Yee-Ha!

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Friday 21st Aug 2020

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 21ain Awst 2020

03:00hrs: Woke, wrestled out of the c1968 recliner, and I limped with Metal-Mickey (the four-pronged walking stick) to the wet room for a wee-wee. Which was of the WTOP (Weak-Trickling-Orange-Painful) variety. Still, these ‘Guess What It Will be Like’, ever-varying wee-wees give me something to look forward to in a morning. Hehehe!

The ankle ulcer was looking to me as if the vesication was on the verge of clearing up! All the matter had cleared, leaving just a few, on the surface itchy spots showing. Artistically designed mind. It can’t be a bad sign, this.

As I made my way into the kitchen, it dawned on me how easily I’d been getting around, and, not walked into or bumped into any doors or whatever! (A genuine first time in months event!) I’d even taken the wee-wee, without any signs of wobbling, balance-loss, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, or Dizzy Dennis bothering me.

My being a nebbech, worry-wart, fatalist, and pessimist (as is sure to be expected for an ill-fated, unlucky nincompoop like me), I cautiously refused to listen to the urge from within, to adopt a smug-mode. I knew better, and my EQ was at that very time, warning me of frustrations to come again today! Which was a little disheartening after the last four days of anguish, failure and nowt much, going right! Grobbleknangles! 

But I could be wrong, cause the Health checks went alright and the sphygmomanometerisationing BP results,  were not so bad.

Perhaps a smidge high on the SYS. The working-again Thermometer read 83.5°f, which seemed good enough to me. And, taking the medications, I didn’t drop a single tablet or capsule, and failed to spill or drop the Peptac bottle! Oh, yes! Still, I resisted going into a Smug-Mode!

I got on the computer, and for some unascertained reason, I found this clip I’d taken later when I got around to putting the photos in the diary? Why? No idea, now!

Then as I got on the computer, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, Anne Gyna and Nocodemus’s Neurotransmitters all attacked me at the same time! Yee God’s I was in a state! Confused, bewildered and not able to concentrate at all. I took some painkillers, cause Anne Gyna was really having a crack at me! The clanging from above didn’t help.

The wind was getting up high again, the trees were taking a bashing out there. I’ll see if I can take some photo’s later on, of the area around the flats. Hello, it’s getting brighter now, but the winds are still howling!

 There I was, thinking how well I was doing under the circumstances… and Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had my hand all over the place – and I ended up with the Catagories and Tags, disappeared from the editor, on WordPress! Oy, oy, oy! Sick to the teeth with ailments causing problems for me, every single day!

Yet again, I’ve no idea how, or what I did. But when the hands fly, the main concentration is on not knocking anything over and staying in the chair! I spent hours trying to get to find out how to get them back, but nope!

I used the setting button at the top of the editor, removed the selected he ticks, but failure, being my password and nickname, nothing happened. I did an email to Mr Price, asking for advice on the subject.

Oh, boy, what a picklement I’ve got myself into again! I’m more behind now than usual and feeling rather low in spirits, morose, depressed, and more tenebrific with things. Gragnackles! Grrr! I took a picture through the rain-letting in, balcony, the one with the finger trapping metal release clips,  and that need pushing and pulling at the same time to open or close the side windows. And the thick frames that rattle and spoil the view.

This is how the balcony looked when I first moved in, airy, easy, simple, bootiful! I do miss the old one so much!

But of course, I’m not bothered in the slightest! Off to the wet room, I poddled, taking my frustrations with me. A tap-tapping from Herbert above accompanied me.

Albutioning Session Report

  • The anticipation call to the Porcelain Throne did not arrive.
  • Cleaning the teeth, I dropped the battery toothbrush, somehow it still worked after being retrieved.
  •  The shaving was again bloody. Hehehe! Three tiny nicks, both earholes and under the chin.
  •  Ah, the showering, that did not go so well. Dropped the showerhead, flannel (3), carbolic soap (2), and the hand-rail was clobbered with my right elbow.
  •  Drying off, had a nasty Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis session. I sat on the shower chair for a while, during which Saccades Sandra had a bash at me. Soon came round, and started the medicalisationing.
  •  Dropsies: The Germoliod and Daktacort cream tubes (3), I went up a class with next Whoopsie, and dropped the Germolene pink tube without realising it, trod on it looking for my spectacles. Well, at least the floor will be ready-medicated if it gets a cut! Haha! Cleaned up.
  • Getting the PP’s on, I lost my balance. (No ailments to blame as far as I could tell, I just went over, backwards). A spot of luck with this though, I was so close to the door, it broke my fall, I slid down and clumped on my backside with a thud! I’ll likely have a bruise on the coccyx.
  •   Had to redo the Haemhorroid Harolds, they were bleeding a bit, and needless to say, stinging. I do hope that the noise of my tumble didn’t annoy Herbert up above. It took a while to stop the flow of the red stuff, but I managed. Cleaned it up again, and got some more Germoloid on them. Costing me a fortune this is!

I had to work on the blog, and try not to get annoyed at the missing details. I remembered later, I need to do an order for next week, should it be with Morrisons or Sainsbury’s? A quick check on the Surimi stocks in the fridge, and recalling the crush oven dishes last time, and I decided it would be Sainsbury’s, cause Morrisons do not sell the better ones. I got it done in a reasonable time, 20 minutes or so, got a slot for Tuesday 25th August, but a little later in the day at 15:00 > 16:00hrs. I put this on the Google Calendar.

As I stood up to make a mug of tea, my forecast for getting a bruise on my coccyx proved right. It was like a dull ache as soon I tried to stand up. It made using Metal Micky a bit painful. The elbow was aching a bit too. Such a choice of pains, aches and stings, I’m blessed really!

I made the brew and got settled at the computer again. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed again, and I ended up losing some writing I’d done, and had scrolled right down at the bottom of the WordPress editing page… which was good!

I found the tags and categories I’d lost! What a Shlemiel I am! I sent an email to Tim Price telling him and apologising for bothering him, again. The chap’s saved my bacon no-end of times with WordPress problems.

The wind was getting more and more bothersome now. I bet it gets some of the tenants a bit worried, as well as me. Haha! I had to get up for another wee-wee, and the pain in the rear-end seemed a little less bothersome and sore?

I put the kettle on to make a brew to replace the one that had gone cold. And opened the window to take some shots of the scenery, and nearly got myself blown backwards into the kitchen! Good Heavens! I’ve not got a shirt on either!  Hahaha!

But, with me being the brave, heroic, gallant, daring, intrepid, fearless, lionhearted, indomitable, stalwart, masculine, young man that  I am, I persevered with taking the Inchcock Today photographicalisationing. Ahem!

I had to laugh. I spotted some clothes on a washing line straight ahead of me. And zoomed in to get a shot of the shirts, I think they were, blowing every which way in the high winds, thinking it would be a great shot. Both of the shirts were whisked away by the gale, high in the sky, and had gone out of view within seconds! If I’d had a movie camera, it would have been impressive.

I took a photo of the end car park, for the Billumski Red Car Regulator, in Ohio, I’ll check that later if I remember. Hehe!

I got back to the computer, forgetting all about making a brew. And looked up the weather on the BBC site.

It also gave a forecast for Nottingham for a few days. Better prepare for probable, prolonged precipitation, perhaps. Puddles and all that? Hehehe!

Ah, well, good news finding the new location of the tags and categories, this has definitely given me a boost, dragged me from the dumps! I dare not, I think I’ve mentioned this already, try to move them back to where I’d like then again, I may lose them altogether.

Oh, yes, this bit of luck has perked me up, supercalifragilisticexpialidociously. But still cannot block out the weariness and fatigue that approached. I’ll get the nosh sorted out, just in case I nod-off unexpectedly. Haha! 

This is the result of my first ‘Eat-Less’ effort meal. Cunningly put on a big tray and spread out, so it looked more significant, no peas, no potatoes, no chips or fries, low-calorie dessert, thin milk roll bread, thinly… I say thinly spread with butter, fish meal! It went down well, a score for the flavour of 7/10!

I put the pots to soak in the bowl. I was soon in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringeworthily-beige-coloured recliner. And, to my great satisfaction, I’d drifted off to sleep without the need of the boring TV to assist me, into the bliss of sleep!

Five minutes or so later, the landline flashed, it was Nurse Hristina, telling me she would be here on Monday, to take my blood, twixt 10:00 > 14:00hrs. The line was crackly, I was half-asleep, but I wrote the times down to add to the calendar in the morning.

I crawled back into the none-working recliner.

I had trouble getting back to sleep, though. No thought-storming, more a vacant space in my mind? Tried putting on the TV, but that didn’t work, turned it off, and thought I’d have a go at the crossword book. A mistake that was, I know now!

I’d got put of the rickety-recliner, got the stick, and made my way to the crossword book… The toe-stubbing I gave myself en route, almost made me cry out on agony! One of my more proficient efforts! Argh! The thoughts of the crosswording dissipated. I grabbed a codeine tablet I’d missed taking earlier from the Ottoman, and lay there for hours, waiting for the pain to subside so I could get back to Sweet Morpheusing!

 

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

TFZer Model Lona

Sunday 19th July 2020

Kinyarwanda: Ku Cyumweru Tariki ya 19 Nyakanga 2020

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nocturnal meanderings? Hehehe!

Inchcockski – Monday 29th June 2020: Discomforting, diuturnal doings of a baffling nature!

Monday 29th June 2020

Igbo (Africanus Horton): Mọnde 29th June 2020

02:00hrs: After many false wake-ups, I had to make this one real, cause I needed a wee-wee, again! I fought my way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, dilapidated, not working, uncomfortable, Haemorrhoid-damaging, rickety recliner, to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). It had been well-used overnight, so many times I thought I must have worn the carpet down! Hehe! 

However, the content level barely covered the bottom of the bucket. Each sprinkling session during the night got smaller, or less than the previous one. This effort lasted for about a painful four seconds! I reckon I’ve got another urine infection. The colour was white and cloudy. Hey-ho! 

But at least it got me up, and when I stubbed my toe on the edge of the hearth, this ensured I was fully awake, and the brain started to activate. Not logically, but it was nice to pretend.

 I took the bucket for cleaning and sanitising, and I found I needed the Porcelain Throne while I was in the wet room.

Well, agony hardly covers how painful this was! I needed to exert a lot of pressure to get things moving… But it was Rock-solid! Half in, half out, the motion stalled! The pain did remain, for ages, a quick bash at the crossword until I got it going again! The sight of all the blood shook me for a second or two. I decided not to photograph the view!

A good cleansing session and some Germoloid cream applied to the rear-end.

Despite the agony of the evacuations, I still found time to cringe at the pain from the uncut toenails and feet.

To the kitchenette. I took the morning medications first, then got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks. Which came out much better today. The earhole temperature was 62.2°c.

Then I tried to take a scan photo of the roadway below, but the shaking made every effort fail. Blanglebotherations!

So I tried taking two shots, and later manipulated them as best I could together, (Not very good!) and grouped them, converted to Bitmap, and trimmed them down. I wonder if I’ll ever be capable of taking a scan-shot again? Probably not. Humph!

No red vehicles in view for Billum?

I launched myself into updating the Sunday blog. It took me a while as Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were as usual, on and off. Silver Lining Results: Saccades Sandra, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, and Shaking Shaun was all in a good mood!

I got it done, sent off the Email link, then I went on the WordPress Reader section. Commenting, then made up the template for and started this post going.

I took a break and went to make another mug of tea, fancying the Extra-Strong Assam this time.

I was getting trembling sensations from the right ankle and top of the leg? I took a picture of the pins, but they looked the same as they did yesterday. Well, no, that’s not right. The upper legs were retaining fluid, and they were not like this earlier?

Of course, the uncut toenails and soles of the feet, they hurt when I just look at them! Hahaha!

It suddenly got lighter or rather, brighter outside. Can it be the sun trying to get through this early in the day? No sooner had I took this picture than things went all dark again.

Then, of course, it had to happen! Hobbling back to the computer room, and I had a cracking toe-stubbing, again on the electric fire hearth! I believe I did quietly pass a few naughty words and may have questioned the parentage of my bad-luck! Sorry!

I went on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. Then got some black bags made up, to to the waste chute, then took the big blue bag of recyclables down, out and around to the caretakers’ room. The only person I met, going and returning to the flat, was a nurse waiting for the lift.  It was a smidge dark again outside, a few spots of drizzle occasionally, and the wind was getting higher.

Got in the flat, and had a check around to make sure things were safe for me to hibernate in the wet room, taps, heater, lights etc. not left on or open, and get the ablutions sorted out.

Ablutionalisticalisationing Report – Overall rating: 7/10!

  • Coped with cleaning the teeth, Toothache Thomas not too bothered! Toothbrush and paste, one dropsy each, only!
  • Shaving: Dropsies; Shaving foam spray, razors (3), Cuts a few. (3).
  • Showering; Dizzy Dennis visit, and dropped the carbolic soap (2), flannel, and back brush.
  • Drying off; Knocked a lot of stuff off of the floor cabinet, but had the Jenny supplied picker-upperer at hand to make life easier.
  • Medicationalisationing; Applying the Cortisone cream, a little over-enthusiastically, and started Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding.
  • Kept my balance dressing and didn’t walk into anything on the way out!

Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I (sedulously and safely) made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea. While doing so, I thought I could hear a rattling noise from somewhere, so I went to investigate around the flat. Turns out, it the wind blowing the glass panes about on the balcony. It was still dark, but no proper rain yet.

I espied some red coloured cars at the dead-end if Chestnut Walk. The end window, although I was brave enough to try and use the metal spring clips, that traps and bruises fingers, perfect idea for old folks balcony windows. Indeed, this very opener has had two Nottingham City Homes workers already! But I couldn’t get it to open. Too tight! But no bother for an agile, fit, young man like wot I am! I hung out of a front window and lurched my body to the right, and with the camera strapped to my hand. And managed to take this photo on the right, of the vehicles!

Coming back in the flat, I was about to allow myself another moment of deserved Smugness… Then stubbed the same flipping toe on the raised balcony step! Grumblecronkackers! Globblegripes! Gangleboggleisations! Granglesknackersbuggerit!

Oh, dearie me, all that care taken not to trap my fingers in the lethal metal spring-clip, that needs to be pushed and pulled at the same time to operate it, then I go and stub the toes again! I was so angry with myself.

I decided to make another mug of tea, Extra-Strong-Assam I think this time, take another pain-killer, a 60g Codeine. Because things are getting painful now! Anne Gyna, Toothache Thomas, Little Inchies fungal lesion, Haemorrhoid Harold and now the stubbed toes, sore pads of the feet, and the so uncomfortable uncut toenails have made an alliance between themselves methinks: To ‘Give Inchcock Excruciating, Agony, and wretched-purgatory’. They’ll probably be planning my next serious Whoopsiedangleplop or Accfauxpas at this moment. Hahaha! Well, it feels like it! I dread to think what Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicodemus have up their sleeve for me! Gehenna, here I come!

I got this meal prepped, and settled to eat it—a Flavour Rating of 5.5/10.

Uncle Dizzy Dennis came on after I’d eaten it, I put the tray on the other seat and blissfully, soon dropped off to into a much-needed sleep.

Minutes later, the door chimes rang out, both of them. I grumpily rose up and went to the door. It was Josie waking me yet again! Bless her, she felt she had to keep giving me stuff in return for the Sunday meals. And she gave me some blackcurrant cakes. Dia Bete’s cannot be happy about this. I thanked her, but was wrangled at being woken up again! Mustn’t blame her, she can’t help forgetting things, any more than I can’t get any sleep!

Dizzy Dennis came on again as I resettled. Sleep, my disturbed Sweet Morpheous, did not want to return. I got more uptight, and when I did eventually drop off, nightmares flourished and woke me up with a jolt! I fought to get back to sleep.

Then the landline rang and flashed! Out of the chair, banged my knee on the Ottoman, got to answer the phone. It was the Phlebotomy Nurse calling to say she’d arrive between 08:00 > 09:00hrs in the morning. Thank her! Tried to make a note in my head for tomorrow and the Morrison Delivery being so late, and I must not forget it is coming!

Then I gave up completely on getting any proper sleep, and got a brew made, and onto the computer. Worra-lot-of-bovver!

Inchcockski – Fri 8 May 2020: VE day photographicalisations, Whoopsies & Accifauxpas. Tsk!

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2020 ttttMay09

Friday 8th May 2020

Serbian: Петак, 8. маја 2020

00 May 09

GM003 01:40hrs this morning, I got finally got my head down. Helped by sheer mental-fatigue, earlier sleep deprivations, extra Codeine 30g having been taken, and the wee-weeing incidents slowing down.

WD 50.0.0 06:00hrs: I woke, to my EQ warning me; “Just get on with it, bear the brunt of what is coming?”

The lightness of the late morning made me a little confused for a few seconds. Then the brain engaged gear and joined in with cringingly flobby and oversized-stomached torso, in activationalisationing.

WD 50.0.0 As I tackled getting the lumbering body mass from the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken mechanically, rinky-dinked, démodé, rickety recliner, caught my balance and grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, the need for another wee-wee came to the fore. Off to the EGPB (Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket) for am HLSB (Hosepipe-like-short-blasting) type, wee-wee. Knocking some stuff off of the corner stand en route to the kitchen. Tsk!

WD 50.0.0 Made a mash of Thompsons Punjana tea. Took the medications. Olive oiled the ear-holes and found I was not looking forward to the Party in the Pod.

Feeling a smidge melancholic, I suppose. I cannot physically move an easy chair and or table into the balcony. Can’t decorate the pod, I can’t even open the bloody windows! Such are the ailments, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying, RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra, Shaking Shaun, Roger Reflux, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley etc. are all going to prevent me enjoying and taking part in the so-called party. The Residents Group, are kindly going supply some nibbles for the picnic in the pod. Deafness will prevent me from hearing the music they are going to play from the rooftop, and join in. It makes one feel more isolated when you can’t physically join in things. As I mentioned, I can’t even open the new, unwanted, disliked balcony windows this morning. Nicodemus ensured that.

But, others are in the same boat. And this realisation soon brought me out of my appalling, momentary, self-pitying-mode. Bad innit, when you get feeling like this! Glad I shook myself out of it, and took some photos, some through the glass of balcony, others from the kitchen window.

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On the computer and started this post off (In between wee-wees, Tsk!).

6Sat02Put the computer in sleep mode, and off to get the ablutions done.

But had a change of plans for some unknown reason, I got the handwashing done, wrung, and hung, while I sang a song! Hehehe! (Tower of Strength, Frankie Vaughan)

Off to the wet room, and noticed how full the waste bin was getting. Another diversion! I took the bag and container into the kitchen to clean, and sorted out four small black bags of rubbish, and loaded them in the trolley-walker, and took them to the waste chute. Back to the flat, with the toes worse than ever making hobbling uncomfortable. (I mention this, cause I don’t want you to worry about me being contented, free-of-pain, or even slightly happy! Hahaha!)

5Fri08I was not of excuses to avoid getting the ablutions tended to, (Har-har!) It was, I think, the thought of having to clean and medicate Little Inchies fungal lesion that was making me delay the procedure. (Gawd, it’s a painful daily task! [Coward?]). Another wee-wee first, then I got the teggies done.

WD 50.0.0 I did manage a decently deep cut under the chin, shaving, though. Then under the shower, using the freebie shower gel pot, and the last of the carbolic soap. (Will I ever find any again? Sob!) Olive-oiled the ears again. Applied the Germoloid, and Germolene creams. Rubbed in the pain gel on the knees and arms.

WDP4WD 50.0.0 The dropsies were not too bad this morning. Toilet roll, Toothbrush, razor (2), shower gel pot, carbolic soap, the Jenny ♥ supplied picker-upperer, and the Germoloid tube. Then, with no more reasons I could think of to avoid it, I tackled the fungal lesion medicating. “Argh!” comes to mind as the best descriptive word to describe the experience. But at least it was done, I hoped and prayed that the lesion does not start bleeding again and give me break. Tsk!

As I was spraying and freshening up the torso, with body spray, Dettol, after-shave and clothes freshener, te need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. A much more manageable, if massive, session, this time. Although for an unknown reason, it left me so sore. I cleaned the tender rear area and reapplied some Germoloid cream once more, (Thank heavens Jenny was able to get me some Germoloid on her order last week, thanks, Jen!). And, off to take a Codeine with a mug of tea.

The ‘Hum’ had now got as loud as yesterday’s was, and that was rambunctiously so! It was getting to me, so what any poor devil with decent hearing was going through, I don’t know.

I had a go on CorelDraw to try to make some graphics before the picnic-pack arrived, for the People in the pod celebrations on the balcony start.

Sister Jane rang, bless her. Told me to watch BBC1 again. I was waiting to get the picnic-in-the pod. I went onto making a silly ode about Coronavirus and the lock-down easing. Got it finished and published. It’s not of my betterer ones, but still. Such a shame.

5Fri13The doorbells chimed, twas a very kind young lady delivering the Picnic-in-the-pod nibbles, bless her. Some Melton mini-pork pies in there! Perfect timing. I consumed a mini-pie and took one with me out on the balcony with a cup of tea. Not an easy job with the walking stick. It took me three trips.

I took some photographs from inside the balcony (Pod).

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The end windows were too tricky for me to open. I recall slicing my finger the first time I tried when the lethal metal spring clip that needs pulling and pushing at the same time. The blood flowed! I managed to open two of the front windows, though.

I also waved to a few people, but no one responded. So, I drank the tea, put the cup in the washing up bowl, and returned to the balcony, even more, determined to get someone to wave back to me! Of course, no one did, not that I saw, anyway. Got the camera again.

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I took a couple of zoomed-in shots of the flags on Elmswood Gardens.

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5Fri32I saw how bad the first photo was of the top of the hill, so I took another one. It seems that Winwood Heights was being photographed by a lot of people today.

I could not see who they were below, or who was in the pods, but I put my best grin on and waved away. No acknowledgements or return waves received.

So, I stuck to photographicalisationing a few more efforts. I noted that we had attracted the Constabulary. I’d love to know who the lady was in the period gown, HRH? ♥

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5Fri33Hello, are two more Police Ossifers with long shadows, going along Chestnut Walk, now! I wonder if they were checking on social-distancing, drug-dealing, or just after some freebie-nibbles? Hahaha!

I decided I’d been photographed enough, ignored, and needed a wee-wee. So, of I trotted to the wet room.

WD 50.0.0 On returning to 5Fri34the balcony, I took the last snap of some folks down below, I think it might have been relatives of tenants, knowing we’d (well some of us) be in out pods, who’d come to visit from a sage, or even, safe, distance?

I attempted to close the windows. Hahaha! What a farce! I tried all sorts to get the panes to go back where I moved them from. I got a little frustrated with myself. I boldly applied extra pressure and raised the glass at the same time, and they closed? I’m really sure what I did, but it worked. It would be nice to know how I did it.

Then I thought I heard some banging, and thought it might not be Herbert, but someone at the door, so I went to investigate…

WDP 1LdWD 50.0.0 The door handle and fittings that were already loose, just fell off! Now, this was bad, but it had a good side to it!

With just going on the balcony earlier, I came the missing box of screwdrivers. Safely ensconced in the three-wheeled-walker! Good job, too, or it would have meant my disturbing someone to get help. I managed to get the mechanism back inside the slot and tighten things up. Smug Mode-Engaged!

5Fri35Blimus, it’s late! Got the nosh on the go. I got the superb, kindly donated Melton Mowbray pork pies, silverskin onions and terrible, bitter-tangy, sour tomatoes on the plate. Then, got the superb-tasting ‘Naturally Imperfect’ chips in the oven, and readied some Petit Pois in a pot for later cooking.

I got my meal served up, on the tray. Rather a lot this time, but I felt I could manage it all, especially with not having any dinner the day before.

WD 50.0.0 I had to nip to the wet room for a wee-wee and found that Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding again. This cost me the meal going cold, and the usual agony, and some arghing. Hehehe! I got things cleaned up, changed PPs, washed and back to the semi-warm meal.

WD 50.0.0 5Fri35aGot the fodder to the recliner, and found that the balcony doors clicked open of their own accord? Baffled as to why; I investigated. The catch was not snapping in, and I had a hell of a job, fiddling and guessing which position the lock button should be in, and trying to work out how. By pure chance came to the rescue, and I got it locked at last. It didn’t do me much confidence-wise when I realised I had three keys, all different?

WDPT06LWD 50.0.0 The food was stone cold by the time I got down in the c1968, second-hand, £300 rickety, none-working recliner, to eat. Then, I realised I could not find the TV remote control! 

I had the most extended search in history to find the controller, but no luck whatsoever!

5Fri36WD 50.0.0 What should’ve been a super-nosh, ended up being picked at, and only got a 4/10 for a taste-rating! It looked so delicious as well. All those wonderful chips wasted. The gorgeous petit pois, too. The only things that were not spoilt by being cold were the Morrocan tomatoes, but they were really foul-tasting, bitter and almost juiceless. Grumblebotherations!

WD 50.0.0 I put the things in the washing-up bowl to soak and conducted planned search for the TV remote. All rooms checked, no success! I settled down, resigned to having no TV to help me fall asleep! Bad, that! Yet, within minutes, despite the Thought Storming, I nodded off. Yeehaa!

WD 50.0.0 I woke up minutes later, to the sound of something thudding? I struggled out of the recliner, grabbed the stick, and went on a look around, to find what might have caused the noise. I found a lot of books on the bookcase had fallen over. Indeed this would not have been noisy enough to wake me up? But I could see nothing else untoward anywhere.

6Sat01WD 50.0.0 As I was successfully failing to get back to kip, the wall-clock fell off the wall!

My Gawd; is the building about to collapse?

WD 50.0.0 As I struggled up and to the clock with the stick and picker-upperer, the mini vacuum cleaner, fell out of its charging base!?!? What?

Ah, the mysterious wonders of 72, Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, 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, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission?

Feb 10fI settled once again, with the thought, well, dream, of getting some sleep. The late sunshine burst through the flimsy, thin curtains, lighting up the legs.

I was probably the way the pins were resting on the chair, but they looked to be getting some more meat on them? I swear, the long toenails hurt in their own right, along with the Colin Cramps attack at the time I took this shot.

When the evening sunshine dipped, I was soon in the land of nod!

At last!

Inchcockski – Tuesday 28th April 2020: Grobblefinks, ug… I’m losing it!

April 28

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Tuesday 28th April 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 28ain Ebrill 2020

000 April 28

GM blu0104:50hrs: I woke, and within seconds of attempting to encourage my brain to join me in activating, the need for a wee-wee appeared. I removed my overly-stomached torso from the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-foul beige coloured, none-working rickety recliner; and limped, literally, to the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket)  and got two shocks at the same time, no, three actually! Tsk!

WD 0.0.128 3 As I began to appreciate the lack of much bother from Duodenal Donald and conceded that the toenails and Arthur Itis were going to be today’s top-dog ailments. (They gave it away by being so painful, Hehe!)

WD 0.0.128 3 Then realised that the wee-wee was of the LHLBS (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting-Splashback) variety, not experienced for many months. Not any pain with it, mind!

WD 0.0.128 3 Then the bucket slipped from my grip, as Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters died a death on me. How I managed only to get my jammy bottoms and the PPs wet, is a mystery and miracle.

2Tue01I went to the wet room, taking care not to stub the overly-long-nailed toes. I washed things up, put the jammie-bottoms in the bucket to soak, and had a stand-up wash and shave. Again surprises, Nicodemus’s visit ended, (It’s going to be a start-stop day methinks). And hardly any dropsies at all! Just the razor (2), and the 2Tue04toothpaste! It was a confusing start to the day. With merit points, and the usual Whoopsiedangleplops.It looked like the reactions to the Clopidogrel is returning again on both legs and feet.

Off to the kitchen. This reminded me of the Iceland delivery due in a couple of hours or so. I made a brew and took the medications. And set out with a degree of enthusiasm for once, to get the updating done of the Monday post. I got it finalised, despite the nerve-ends playing up on and off, in a reasonable time. Emailed the links. Went on the WordPress Reader.

IMG_4015Then the intercom rang and lit up. It was the Iceland delivery that had arrived. The same chap as yesterday, I think. I pointed out the can pf G & T the side for him in thanks. Off he trotted, and I got the bags indoors, and to the kitchen.

2Tue08aA lot of stuff to find room for again. Amongst them were some new salt & vinegar flavoured Fish Chunks, if all goes well today, I plan to have some of these, with potatoes, tomatoes and sugar snap peas. That’s the plan anyway. Getting the things away was a battle and-a-half! They had sent some of the Naturally Imperfect chips as well, so I made a point of making room for them in the freezer, at the cost of dishing some bits to make room for them.

2Tue09I got some of the potatoes in the sizeable crock-pot cooking. A bit of sea salt and vinegar added.

Then, as I was pottering around, I spotted some dirt marks on the kitchen floor. I got some spray on the floor and got down with the micro-cloth to clean it up a bit. Huh!

WD 0.0.128 2A I cleaned it up alright but getting my stomach-dominated bulk back up on my feet, was no easy feat! Gawd knows how long it took me. I ended up crawling on my knees to the side counter, (it’s easier to grab hold of) and hauled myself up, on the third attempt, and much silent howling and cursing, back into a semi-perpendicular position.

WD 0.0.128 3 Which was bad enough, but the agony from the toes and ankles were hardly bearable. I decided to stop cleaning.

I went to the wet room, to clean and medicate things now in need of the same. The struggle to get up had set Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding. Arthur Itis’s knees needed Phorpain gelling, and the toes were gelled in a fashion, from cotton wool at the end of Jenny’s picker-upperer! Needs must, and all that!

WD 0.0.128 3 Which proved a mistake to make! Unbeknown to me, the skin around the toes had cracked, and Phorpain gel shouldn’t be applied to this. I think there might be a few cracks in the wet room roof where my head hit it when I jumped! Hahaha! Then I had another unpleasant job, putting my feet in hot water to remove the gel!

WDP 2aI tried to look on the bright side, but it was difficult with the tears running from the eyes… only joking! I cleared the kitchen a bit, made up four bags of waste, and took them to the chute in the loft lobby. Walking was even worse than earlier, things were getting into their usual stride again. Dangwangles, damn and blast!

Made a start on this blog at last. But only for a minute or two. The landline burst forth. It was a lady from Nottingham City Council. Asking if I had received my food parcels yet. I explained about trying to sign on last week after a letter from the Doctors Confirming me being of a ‘High Risk’ status. I rang them (Wednesday I think), auto line, and my Hospital number not being recognised. I asking Deana to help, she rang back saying someone was going to call me and am still waiting for the call-back. Perhaps it is you? We checked the details and answered the questions again. After which, the lady offered to make another application for me. I thanked her, she will call back if anything is sorted. Int life good? I mentioned I have a 4kg bag of instant potato flakes if they could use it. She gave me a number to ring, where it could be used.

WD 0.0.128 3 I rang the number. The gentleman said it was of no uses to him, then he started talking too quickly for me to hear anything he was saying. I thanked him and rang off.

WD 0.0.128 3 The Salvation army might be interested. So I looked up their number and rang it. No answer. I tried another one, no answer. I looked up a local charity and rang one, who said they would not be able to use the potatoes but thanked me. She gave me another number to ring, which I did. No answer. I tried a third Sally-army number I found. No answer. Then I gave up!

2Tue11I made a brew and checked the potatoes in the big slow-cooker. They were still rock-hard! A shame that. I made sure they were on the high setting.

Then tried to change the picture size on the Panasonic, and took these shots from the unwanted, unliked, thick-framed, rain letting in, kitchen window.

2Tue21

I found a Coronavirus chart and copied it on here. Later realising it was well out of date. What a Schmuck!

2Tue13

2Tue14Maybe today, I can get some graphic done on CorelDraw for the posts?

I’ll make a start by creating a template for tomorrow. I got the computer booted up again, and managed to get about ten-minutes on it, got ready to make progress at long last with the CorelDrawing…

WD 0.0.128 3 Oh, no I won’t! The intercom rang again. No rest for the wicked! Well, bless them, it was a lady from Nottingham City Council, delivering my first food parcel.

A very pleasant lady put the carrier through the door after confirming who I was. I2Tue22 asked her if she knew of someone who could use the 4kg of instant potato and told her the story of how I came to have it.

2Tue23She took it to deliver to a homeless shelter charity who care for street sleepers. I thanked her for her kindness, and off she flew. Bless her cotton socks!

Milk, bread, oranges, canned beans and sweetcorn, individual sauce pots, jam pots, potatoes, and an onion, milk and much more.

They even supplied some TRs and two little hotel samples of soap. Wonderful! I felt humbled and cared for.

2Tue24They even supplied a mass of paperwork with them. Some coronavirus advice, and must and mustn’t doe’s check-list.

An in-depth list of all the foods in the bag. Allergies, halal, vegan etc.

Marvellous!

Looks like it’s too late to get any graphics done now. The weariness is creeping in, and the toes and knees are so painful, it’s unreal! I nipped into the wet room to get some gel on the knees, Germolene the tootsies, and Germoloid the stinging piles.

I had a look at the state of the legs, and they were not very encouraging at all!

2Tue25

Talk about pale!

Another day flashed by, and not much got done! Yet a lot did really, I’m losing it again.

2Tue25I went to check on the spuds progress. Coming on alright. I got the thighs on the plate and added tomatoes, a Marmite cheese medallion and silverskin onions. The slow-cooker cooked potatoes were great tasting, I added some splashes of Hoisin sauce on them. A small can of garden peas as well. The orange kindly donated on my food parcel was almost juiceless. The fowl were not very flavoursome at all. Overall the meal as good, all the same. The Muller light lemon yoghourt and the Clementine drink were lip-smacking good, as usual. An 8.8/10 for Taste rating!

Got the pots washed. Took the evening medicines and medicated areas of the flobby-body that was in need. I got down in the 300, second-hand, uncomfortable rickety, none-working recliner, with some mini-cheddars and a pot of yoghourt covered cashew nuts for nibbling later.

WDPright05WD 0.0.128 3 The mind-storming was filled with taradiddle, quixotic-nonsense, and a confounding assortment of the weirdest ideas and plan-formulating, ever known before! This was not easy to free the brain of and lasted for many hours. Thus, ensuring that Sweet Morpheous was denied again! Dranglewangles!

Keep doing your bestest, and stay in if you can. One nipping out to the shops when unnecessary, can mean you catching, or giving someone else Coronavirus. Best of luck!