Inchcock Today – Sat 6 July 2019: A day of frustrations, fertummelt, fragilities frailness & frantic mayhem! Not to mention the Accifauxpas! Tsk!

2019 July 6

2019 July 06

Saturday 6th July 2019

Sethoso: Moqebelo 6 July 2019

01:30hrs. I awoke with the feet and ankle in remarkably good condition, considering all things. The ankle/leg ulcer seems to the wane, again, a bit of a pain! Hehe! I could see no sign of the of any of the new growth on it, of the last two or three days?

The need for a wee-wee, not surprisingly came to the fore, and the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) was but a pace or two away. This was another change in styles this one, it was of the UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee) variety.

Then, off to the Porcelain Throne. But it was something of a farce, a failure, and a time-consuming exercise, again. Still, I got the ablutions done afterwards. I seemed to be more chaetophorous (in need of a shave) than usual. I thought, maybe my famously lethologica-ridden, absent-mindedness and woolgathering tendencies, may have had me shaving with the razor covers on again yesterday? I recall doing the shaving with the plastic guards on the Bic’s when I was in the Residential Home after the stroke, so I know it’s a possibility. Humph!

The feet were looking in good condition as well. Although it doesn’t show in this photograph, the left foot little toenail’s black patch underneath it had grown somewhat in size. I wonder what it is? Although the water retention in the legs and feet was getting a touch more.

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Oddly, a change this morning, the left leg was not as swollen as the right, but the right foot was more swollen than the left… confusing innit? Hehehe! No cuts shaving or doing the teggies, either! Swank-Mode-Engaged!

6Sat18bWD 200.0.0B Some new, barely perceptible, odd marks had appeared on the right arm. Not the bruise from the INR blood extraction, lower down the limb, just higher than the wristlet-alarm. It ached around it. Another medical mystery! Haha!6Sat02

Washed, got dressed, and went to the rather disorganised and untidy kitchen. (Jenny, bless her, has offered to help me clear out the old airing cupboard, to allow electrician access. ♥) I shall not do any cleaning until they have been, they will only make more mess to be sorted. Where I prepared Josie’s ingredients for her dinner, ready to use later.I’d got the delivery server prepped last night, although I 6Sat03can’t recall doing it?

My shelling of the pod peas proved to be somewhat of a bothersome, annoying, irritating, tedious, exasperating, infuriating, and a maddeningly pestiferous procedure! Which got me going a bit! The Axonotmesis-driven dancing and jumping of the hands and fingers, left me with an assessed, guessed dozen or more peas that shot all over the place, 6Sat04never being found!

Then, I got the Health checks done. Got the medications taken, and made a pot of tea… well, a mug of pleasantly tasty, tangy, and strong-flavoured Glengettie.

The rain started to fall, and I fetched the Canon camera, with the short battery life, no eye-viewer, fiddly tiny controls, but a welcome 6Sat04handy selfie-taking moveable screen. The rain had stopped as I got back to the nightmarishly untidy kitchen, and took a couple of shots of outside.

The first one on the left required me to bravely risk using the step ladder, so I could reach out far enough beyond the ridiculously wide window ledge, which can be seen with the raindrops on it, protruding and ruining my 6Sat05already below par shot with the hands shaking again. But, this nerve-damaging and killing Peripheral Neurosis, no, neuralgia, will always be with me. Humph! Ah, well!

I then went to the balcony to take this shot through the unreachable to clean, and finger strapping and flesh removing metal opening clips. That need to be pushed at the same time as being pulled to open. The one on the right is so stiff, after a couple of risky (INR blood level) cuts trying to open it to take pictures, I gave up and abandoned the dangerous idea forever. It can stay closed and uncleaned forever as far as I am concerned! Too risky! Ideal for old folks with their ageing ailments. The younger of us love their balconies. Those, no we, with physical disabilities, illnesses, and loss of mental abilities and our sanity, do not! Hahaha!

6Sat18bWD 200.0.0B I spent many hours updating and making more errors, miss-typing, grammatical, and spelling than ever before. The time spent in correcting is getting farcical now! At one stage, I gave serious consideration to stopping and just giving up! It was as if the Axonotmesis knew, and the dancing stopped! But it was a ploy to get me to continue. Fifteen minutes later the dancing returned, this time with the shoulder joining it! Ah, well, at least the legs Hokey-Cokeying did not start.

Finally, I got the updating finished and posted off.

Then off to the Porcelain Throne. Back to the reluctant, bloody evacuation mode. I was so glad when I eventually succeeded. Haha! When all was done, and I was refreshed again. I had a moment of panic, and I have no idea why, but I had to check on the bus pass and bank card in the coat pocket? I went to the hallway, and all was okay. Phew! I noticed a letter had been posted, it was from the NHS again. From the Department of Pathology and Laboratory Medicine. An appointment is to be sent to me for a (Clinical) pathological condition assessment? I looked this up on the web, but am not a lot wiser as to who they are or what they do? Still, it’ll be some company for me. And someone to make laugh and smile, I hope. Haha!

7Sun38I set about getting Jocie’s meal cooked. I kept nipping on the computer to do some graphicalisationing, and back to Josie’s door to make sure she wanted the meal, but could not rouse her. Oh, dear! On my third try, the gal answered. She had been in the shower, and was more than ready for her meal!

This photo is one of the earlier meals, the shot I took of today’s smoked kipper in veg sauce with tomatoes and cheesy-potatoes, with fried onions, tomatoes and gherkins, was another of the ‘Into the Ether’ pictures! Humph!

I got it sorted and delivered it on the server wheeled-tray. Jocie’s eyes smiled as she looked at it, and that did me some good, I love helping when I can. Jocie was the only person in the whole of Winwood Heights, who called to see how I was when I got back home after the stroke. Bless her ♥. She was looking so much better today. I am so pleased to be of use, too!

I spent some more hours, starting this blog going; interspersed with varying modes of wee-wees having to be taken.

6Sat18bWD 200.0.0B That humming noise was heard again. It seemed to be all around, and even with the hearing aids out, I couldn’t help but listen to it. It put a stop to my already limited concentration, and I got cooking my dinner. I suppose it could be the wind being in a particular direction? But maybe not, there were no gusts, and the noise was continuous.

WDA 200.0.06Sat07 Oh6Sat18b, ‘eck! Putting the chips in the oven, and the damned hand and arm started its Axonotmesis inspired dancing and jerking! Naturally, the tray was dropped, and with the door being open, the chips fell out and down into the less than hygienic opening to the floor underneath! I got down on the knees and retrieved them, at least I think all of them, and had to dish them in the bin, and start again!

6Sat18bWD 200.0.0B The getting back up, was most trying and painful. I used the method as shown me by the nurses, but the agonising effort, still started off Anne Gyna, Back-Pain-Brenda, Duodenal Donald, and Arthur Itis! Consequently, my EQ told me the dropping and painful getting up from the floor, were two of three – things always come in threes! I wish I had listened! Aches, discomfort, pains, and feeling a right fool now!

6Sat18bWDA 200.0.0 By6Sat28 the time I’d got the fresh load of chips in the oven, I needed another wee-wee, this one was of the LHBLBWW (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting like Wee-Wee). I went to check on the chips, and foolishy thought they could do with some turning over… The ointment again bubbled on the skin after my applying it!

6Sat29I eventually got settled to eat the meal. The chips came out alright, tasty, in fact! A bit of a treat. Cheesy potatoes as well, with garden peas, tomatoes, dried-onions and a beef pasty. Followed by a lemon mousse. Half-way through, and Josie rang the door both of the door chimes. ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫. She was returning the cleaned cutlery and plate, bless her. She said how she loved it, and I was spoiling her! ♥ I returned to the £300, c1968, grotty-beige, antiquated,  third or fourth-hand recliner, to finish the meal.

Erm… an hour or so later, I found myself nibbling at some Cheesy Curls! Guilty Mode Adopted!

Anne Gyna stopped my getting to sleep early, and I put the TV on. When I did nod-off, I slept for… wait for it. Eight Hours! Amazing for me, I must have needed it?

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 2nd July 2019:

Political EU

But it Doesn’t bother me at all! Oh, no!

2019 July 03

Tuesday 2nd July 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 2 Gorffennaf 2019

4:05hrs. I woke, still feeling tired, but this was soon forgotten, when I realised the need for the Porcelain Throne was urgent, top-priority and as ineluctable, as it was! I got hold of the walking stick, and grudgingly freed my voluminous flobby-body from the clutches of the near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, £300 second-hand, sometimes working, dangerous, but comfortable recliner. I was off to the wet room to satisfy my needs.

To my surprise, the brain had retained a modicum of cerebricity, for I remembered to take the stick with me, and to carefully avoid any toe-stubbing against the WC seat-riser’s metal legs!

wd 0.0.255 The evacuation was a painful, unwilling effort again, and much blood flowed and needed cleaning up afterwards. Perhaps the INR level had gone up, at least I assumed it had, because Harold’s  Haemorrhoids, were not the cause of the bleeding. After sorting out the cleansing of the room and myself, I took a wee-wee, and what a different type this time. A WYPSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Persistent-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee). A new kind of variety this one! More cleaning up had to be done again! Tsk!

2Tue04No sooner had got into the kitchen, and another wee-wee was needed.

I used the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket). This time around, the action was of an RDDWW (Reluctant-Drip-Drip-Wee-Wee). Well, it saves me getting bored!

2Tue06A wash and I took a photo out through the thick-framed, light & view blocking, multi-glass paned that can’t be reached for cleaning, and the step ladders are needed to view down below, in the event of a fire alarm activation that I can’t hear new windows anyway.

2Tue05T’was a red sky on the horizon this morning.

I got on with the Health Checks and took the medications. The ageing sphygmomanometer I bought from Boots, the one that said ‘Made in India’ on the box, and ‘Made in China’ on the actual machine, worked at the third attempt. The results looked fine to me. Sys 147, Dia 73, Pulse 79 and the Temperature was 35.1°c.

Well, well, another wee-wee! And a different mode too. This one was of the SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-Wee-Wee) variety. At least there was no pain with it. Haha!

wd 0.0.255 Oh dear! Back to the Porcelain Throne. (I decided on no going out today, to avoid any getting caught -short!) The same again this time, hard, painful work to free the reluctant mass!

wd 0.0.255 As I started the computer, the Peripheral Neuropathy stimulated dancing and jumping began in the hands and shoulder! The timing was terrible, just as I was about to start on creating page headers in CorelDraw. By the time that I’d got one graphic done, and updated the Monday post and sent it off – about six-hours had passed! And a varied mixture of about six wee-wees had been taken!

As I went to make a brew, carefully though, the hand and shoulder that gave me so much hassle in doing the blog up, were still prancing about to their heart’s content! Grumph! Sorry-for-myself=mode adopted!

2Tue07I had started to feel a bit weak or tired, just delicate, and the mind was becoming a little vague. This worried me.

When I noticed the insect bites, blood papsules, blotches, whatever they were, had increased on the lower arm?

I felt the need for yet another Porcelain Throne Visit arising. So off to the wet room, what still had 2Tue08the aroma lingering from the last visit. Hehe!

The Porcelain Throne alarm was a false one this time?

I must admit, when I was washing the dandies and looked in the mirror, it was not precisely a very encouraging sight to see. I seem to have gone all pale and blotchy in the face, again. I was unsure of whether or not, to call, phone or see the Doctor, or dial 111? Hehehe!

I continued with beginning this post, up to now, then went onto CorelDraw to do some more templates. But it was hard, slow and frustrating work with the dancing digits. After an hour or two, and three wee-wees, I needed another. I visited the wet room this time, so I could take a look at how the pallid face was going on. But I didn’t feel too bad in myself.

2Tue09Ablutions were done, and I got ready to go out. 

I spotted a couple walking their dogs in the bottom field. They went up and into the tree Copse, and a twinge of jealously irked me!

I wondered; I don’t suppose I’ll ever manage to be fit enough to have another beloved hobble through this tree copse, again? Sulk-Mode Adopted!

I took a photo, well, the nubilous sky demanded it.

2Tue10aI found myself doing some nephelococcygia (The act of seeking and finding shapes in clouds) for ages. I kept thinking I could make out a face in them, then losing it again.

A final wee-wee before I left to get the L9 bus down the hill to Sherwood. It turned out to be of the WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee), which needed some cleaning up afterwards.

12:30hrs: Off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

As I got out of the lift, Jenny’s Frank arrived. And taking his photo, a half-decent one became a problem. The hands and fingers started dancing, and Frank wouldn’t stay still at first. Hehe!

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We had a chinwag, and I hobbled out to the shed. Only a few folks inside, but plenty out at the bus stop. Who, after natter, I joined for a gossip and earwigging session. Joycie arrived. She was meeting up with her  Sisters for a drinking and laugh, in Nottingham. I intended to go down on the Arnold bound bus to get some fresh garden peas and bread.

wd 0.0.255 But, 2Tue12cI got on the wrong bus! Hard to believe even for me, the number of times I’m doing this lately! So, no Sherwood. I got off on Woodborough Road and limped along to the Aldi store.

I came out with Soughdough baguettes, lemon mini-muffins, peas, some lemon yoghourts, vinegar and something 2Tue12dI tried for the first time; Halloumi Fries. I’ll try these tonight, fingers crossed on what they taste like.

Paid at the tills, no shaking fingers, arms, leg or shoulder there today, unlike last Sunday’s palava a2Tue12end embarrassment! No involuntary external dancing at all today – and I hope that is the way it stays.

I walked along Woodthorpe Road, towards and down Woodthorpe Rise, and the L9 bus stop.

2Tue12fWhile waiting for the bus, one of the dangerous Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists came by, and hit the trolley with her pedals as she passed me! Humph!

A lady I often talk with on the bus arrived, and we chatted. She got off two stops later, and I went down to the Winwood Heights Complex.

I walked to the flats with a lady tenant, and we had a laugh and natter as we did so.

In the flat, I was again in a weary state, so early as well? A wee-wee and I got the meal cooking. Taking care not to fall asleep while doing it. Ahem!

2Tue12gWell, what a feast I had! The Halloumi slices were wonderfully seasoned, the beef pasty great, along with the tomatoes, sliced potatoes, and garden peas. A lemon mini-muffin and jar of lemon yoghourts went down well, too. The overall flavour rating was 8.2/10.

A wee-wee, a wash and a change of togs to nightwear, which means I got some fresh PP’s on, and everything else off. Scary, I know, Sorry!

2Tue14wd 0.0.255 I found out I’d left the Brunswick smoked ham out of the fridge on Sunday, and had put it in the biscuit box, instead! Spit and bother, I hate myself at times!

The World Cup, Ladies Semi final, twixt England and the USA, began. After much-biased cursing, a penalty retracted by Var, Bookings, a penalty given wrongly by VAR, a late sending off by the Brazilian officials. (The Brazil that since 1970, where over 700,000 square kilometres (270,000 sq mi) of the Amazon rainforest have been destroyed. Just thought I’d mention it). No doubt about it though, the best team won – oh did I not mention it? America won 2-1.

Today, the other semi-final between the Netherlands and Sweden will take place. Then on Sunday, the final. I will transfer my support to the American’s now. Netherland (Amsterdam counts about 250 coffee-Drug-shops and most of them are located in the Red Light District. From psychedelic to hipster-ish but also from very local ones to more touristic places, each of Amsterdam coffeeshops has its own atmosphere. You will surely find one that suits you perfectly. They are not only to smoke weed. They are real social places where you can easily meet people and spend some good times with friends. Watching TV, playing chess or card games and much more can be done here. And always in a very relaxing way) will play Sweden (They have an outright, zero-tolerance policy ban on the possession, sale, transport, and cultivation of cannabis, including for medical use). Given that Britain had been unable to prevent the successful invasion by Nazi Germany of both France and Norway, the Swedish government was not convinced that the British could protect them and opted to continue exports. The iron ore provided much needed gold bullion, food and coal from Germany.

So, there you are, Druggies v Abstainers in the semi-final of the world cup. I’ve no idea what this means, and little interest in the match, either. But whichever team wins, I just want them to lose against America. Bias? Me? Yes!

3Wed01awd 0.0.255 Yet another little sleep night. Again I tried all the tips from the stroke ward hospital. Put a hat on to hide the light. Think of happier times, (well I spent hours trying to find one! Hehe!). Breathing deeply. Avoided nicotine. Do exercises, I did! Turn the heating off, it was already off! Very late on, when I eventually nodded off.

Hence, I didn’t get up until around 03:30hrs, and could not get back to kip again… Schmuck! Life, is becoming of a little less value, nowadays. Haha!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 8th June 2019: Health ended up taking a turn for the worse. Never mind.

2019 8 June

2019 June 7

Saturday 8th June 2019

Hebrew: 2019 יום שישי 7 ביוני

After making such a mental-mess and getting all confused with things last night, I eventually got some sleep in, a good six hours of peaceful and dreamless peace! Ahh!

WD 0.0.128a 05:20hrs. I woke with the most considerable reluctance and taciturnity, then I had to struggle through a short period of uncommunicativeness between my thoughts and brain, that was out of my control. I listened to the confusion reining about, without the slightest idea or decipherment of what was milling about for a few minutes. Then again, somehow, and for some reason, this did not bother me in the least. It was not distressing, disturbing, or even frustrating to me? The fact that this unique event had happened did concern me a little later on in the day, however.

6Sat14The usual need for a wee-wee came later than usual. But it was enough to convince me to get my well-torsoed body out of the £300 second-hand, gungy-beige, rickety, on its last legs, c1968 recliner, and off to the wet room. There were no toe-stubbing or dropping the walking stick on the toe this time. It was another of the SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) variety.

I hand-washed the socks and left them soaking in the sink in liquid soapflakes.

6Sat13Off to the kitchen, where I noticed the weather was raining and misty.

Luckily for me, I remembered last nights Accifauxpa, when I took the morning medications instead of the evening ones, when I suffered the mental-whoopsiedangleplop and mix-up over time and what day it was. At least I knew where I was. Tsk!

6Sat15I got the kettle on and fetched the socked and rinsed them, and added them to the nowhere near dry oven mitts on the flat clothes airer.

I challenged me aboulia over what, if, which of the morning tablets I needed to take. After much faffling, pondering, and a surprising bit of ratiocination, I decided just to take one of the Warfarin of what should have been last night doses. How I arrived at this decision, I’ve not 6Sat10the foggiest idea, but it sounded right to me at the time. 

I made a brew of Assam tea and went to the multi-tasked front room. (Office, Computer room, balcony room, bedroom, Sock-Glide Torture room, and Stroke Physio Exercise room) and took another shot of the weather outside.

Which was still raining, but less misty now. 

 I got the computer going to update, finalise, and send off the Friday post. And a call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room again. The evacuation was the usual struggle to get started, followed by the now familiar ‘Plonk’ or thud and a splash with water spraying up onto the bottom.

WD 0.0.128a 6Sat16When I stood up, what gobsmacking colour things were. The same colour that the Humber Desert lorries were painted during the second world war, a  sort of light beige. I ought to mention this to the doctor if it comes out the same colour again. Which reminds me, I still haven’t heard anything about the Doctor referring me for a paediatrician? I checked out the legs. Whatever it was that was coming on the right 6Sat17leg shin, yesterday, had now gone? The fluid retention was coming back.

Although even now still tender, the stubbed toe when I fell over in the kitchen looked much improved, however. I got the finger and hand shakes just as I was taking this picture of the feet. Tsk!

Back to the utility room, and pressed on with doing the updating of the diary. The fingers were still getting the electric-like shakes, and this persisted for an hour or more. It’s never lasted this long before. But, they did tell me at the ulcer clinic, that there was nothing they could do about the Axonotmesis, and it will only get worse. So, I have been warned. The stroke might have brought it on more quickly? Most annoying and time-consuming all the correcting time needed!  Ah, well!

I got the oven on low, ready for preparing Josie’s weekend meal later on. Then made a start on this blog. The fingers were back to normal, with only a few-second shaking bout every now and then. After a few hours, I decided to get the ablutions tended to, so put the computer off as, since the last Windows Update, it will not go into Sleep-Mode again! Humph!

I made up the rubbish bags and called to see Josie and tell her when they would be ready, about 13:00hrs. She thought I looked a bit peaky and took the bags to the waste chute for me. I thanked her and we had a little chinwag, then back to the flat to get Josie’s nosh prepared.

WD 0.0.128a Not very successful with the cheesy spuds, I’m afraid. I dropped one, and the husk broke. I saved the flesh, but the skin on the floor had to be dished. So, then I found they had not been cooked through properly. Any amount of bashing would not get rid of the lumps. So, I scooped the skinless potatoes into an oven dish and baked them for ages, but it was not very good. In fact, I think my worst effort ever! This got me feeling a little down again. The meal looked okay in the end, but the lumpy potatoes to the edge off of it for me. The smoked herring in tomato and veg sauce, garden peas and mushrooms were fine. I delivered it to her door and explained about the cheesy potatoes.

6Sat29An hour or so later, I got my nosh cooking.

A feeling of exhaustion arrived.

Josie rang the door chimes and returned the dish and tray. She said the potatoes were fine, but I think she might have been being kind to me. Hehe! I handed her a pack of the lemon wafers for afters, she likes them as much as I do.

I got the nosh ate up, but the sudden drop in health meant I didn’t really enjoy it. By the time I’d eaten it, washed up, and took the medications, all I was capable of was sitting there watching TV, with the occasional short involuntary kip now and then. After one of these nod-offs, I decided to watch the DVD film, Equaliser 2 again and tried not to nod-off this time.

Of course, I nodded off.

I woke around eleven o’clock PM and got up. Still feeling a little groggy for some reason? Always the weekend, when there is no staff on site to help, innit! Hehe! Never mind, if things get bad I can use the Alarm Alert Wristlet button.

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

2019 7 June

2019 April 06

Friday 7th June 2019

Malagasy: Zoma 7 Jiona 2019

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5Fri08aI checked the hand washing drying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I fell asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WD 84.0.846Sat07 Continued: They looked excessively pale again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inchcock Today – Wed 5 June 2019: The day slowly got my poor mind, into the depth of confusion. Nowt new there, then! Tsk!

2019 5 June

2019 June 5

3Wed26

Wednesday 5th June 2019

Welsh: Dydd: Mercher 5ed Mehefin 2019

23:20hrs: I sprang awake, in grave need of a wee-wee. No time to faffle-about or for my aboulomania! I freed myself from the £300 second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige, tatty, beloved, rickey rusty recliner and gained my balance; taking care not to do any more toe stubbing! As I made my way to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket),  the pain from the previously nastily-stubbed toe seemed a lot less, But then, I had not been wearing the Ankle Support, or shoes for over a day?

WD 0.0.0a By the time I’d covered the few feet to get to the bucket and relieve myself of the SNSWW (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-Wee), I had changed my mind about the stubbed-toe-pain. It is 3Wed01astill stinging, now I had been standing and walking on the plates again! Tsk!

I examined the damaged digit, and took a photo of it, using the new Canon camera.

Even the left hand was a bit shaky this morning. Humph! The toe seemed to be getting less swollen, fingers crossed.

3Wed001The pins (legs) appeared to have lost some water retention. They looked considerably less warped and misshaped, too. Also, I think a little less anaemic looking (Or maybe that was the lighting in the front room?).

WD 0.0.0a Some new lumps and papsules were coming through. I couldn’t see any new growths, spots or blotches, though. Good!

On to CorelDraw, to do the political fun and Thoughts graphics for the next two days.

WD 0.0.0a I then got the kettle on for a brew of the Glengettie tea and did the health checks. Sys 166, Dia 88, Pulse (still low I think?) 54, and the temperature was at 35.5°c.

3Wed03Next, I made a brew, then started on updating the Tuesday blog for publication. This was done with reasonable alacrity, thanks to the ring and fingers end temporarily losing their electric-like jumping and dancing every time they come into contact with anything hard, like the keyboard buttons. Nice to do some work without the frustration of this, peripheral neurology ailment. Or, as the medical centre called it, ‘One of your too-many medical issues, you have’ when they refused to tend to my feet and nails, on Monday. That reminds me, if I have not done the calendar wrong again, and Caroline comes today, I must remember to inform her that the doctor told the Age UK lady when she rang the surgery, in an effort to get help for me; She (The Doctor) would either phone me or call on me this afternoon. Surprised me that did, she’s never been to the old house of new flat before? And, of course, there has been no contact made.

The wee-wees were steady enough this morning, only four in three hours.

Around 02:30hrs, I took the medications, forgetting how early it was. Schmuck! Grumph! Twit!

I got the t-shirt washed, wrung and hung to dry while I was doing other things.

3Wed04Then, I went on Facebook to add some photos I’ve not had time to do and catch up on my beloved TFZer Facebooking.

Made another brew, and got ready for the ablutions at 07:00hrs(ish).

Took a shot of the odd-looking windy morning, from the unwanted, light & view-blocking new kitchen windows. And off to the wet room for a wee-wee.

I got on with yesterday’s post’s Pinterest photo adding.

Then, I decided; yes, it has been known for me to make decisions in the past. Usually wrong the ones, mind. But still. Along with my lethologica, this with my famous aboulomania (pathological indecisiveness), is a relatively new hindrance, that has joined the labyrinth of ailments recently. But decide (rightly or wrongly) I did, to get the t-shirt I’d washed earlier wash on the flat-airer, and get the other, brown bath towel washed. Then left it to start drying, and got the ablutions done.

WD 0.0.0a Not one of the best shower sessions, due to the toe being caught a few times. However, the electric-finger-ends seemed less bothersome. And the toe, having put on some socks, was stinging somewhat, wait until I try to put the shoes on! Oy Vey!

WD 0.0.0a The INR Blood nurse called a different one this time. So, I assumed that I made an error (Don’t laugh! Haha!) in putting Caroline down for a visit. Tsk!

I got the shoes on, (Argh! The toe!) dressed, the three-wheeler trolley, and shot out to catch the bus into Arnold.

WD 0.0.0a Getting ready to go my way, I could not find the new camera. Stroke Support worker and cat-walk model, Caroline arrived. So, I had made a cock-up on the calendar. A bit rushed this morning, and she had to move fast. She decided there was nothing she could do for me and cancelled the next visit. The Thursday next visit, which I felt sadly, might be the last one, with Sonia 3Wed05a1(or Sophie) might go ahead, if it does, we will try out the four-wheeled trolley on a bus trip.

No big smile from Caroline when I asked to take her photograph with the three-wheeled trolley, today, on our way to her car.

They are busy gals, doing a marvellous job though. I was fixated with finding the camera, much to Caroline’s annoyance, quite rightly too. I decided as I walked her to her car, to go up to Aldi and get some sourdough bread. But by the time we had reached her vehicle, the right toe was stinging too bad for a walk that far. I said my farewells to Caroline, and returned morosely, slowly, and limpingly to flat.

3Wed05a1aI thought on the walk back; I knew it was inevitable, the ending of the visits, but sadness still overcame me.

In the flats to the foyer, no residents about at all, but there were some unhappy looking floor fitter chappies, working on the cut-through to the new Extra-care units, Windwood Heights, and the new offices for the Nottingham City Homes, catwalk models and Generaloberstesses Wardens.

I felt a tad lost, confused, sad and verklempt for some reason or reasons when I got in the apartment.

3Wed27I worked on some CorelDraw graphic making for a while. But the mind was stewing again, fretting over my actions, choices etc. I soon gave up through lack of concentration and made an early meal.

WD 0.0.0a I think it was a case of comfort eating, but I gulped it all down, and then I ate a bag of Marmite crisps and a few sweeties. Yet I enjoyed it?

Why I felt so down, suddenly was a mystery. Depression, I suppose, but why?

I got washed and down in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch a ‘Frost’ episode on the TV. I fell asleep, which was a surprise to me.

WD 0.0.0a I was woken by the mobile ringing and shaking, which without any hearing aids, also surprised me a bit that I heard it? But by the time I had stirred and grabbed at the mobile, dropped it, retrieved it, and failing twice to get the thing answered as it would work for me, it was too late and whoever it was (number withheld), had rang off, or more likely this stupid phone had sent them through to the message thingy.

Mega-fed-up now. It might have been the doctor about the feet or legs? I feel that my mind insisted of it own accord, that I fall asleep again. Mercifully, removing some worrying anguish and self-pitying thoughts that were gathering in my bonce at the time.

I remember reading about Mental Dysmorphic Disorder a long time ago. I might look it up tomorrow, or not.

Sorry, I suddenly feel so low, can ‘t help it this time.

Cheers.

Inchcock Today – Friday 10th May 2019: Min-Hobble in town to Audio Clinic. Ups and Downs, but more ups today!

May 10

2019 May 10

Friday 10th May 2019

Punjabi: ਸ਼ੁੱਕਰਵਾਰ 10 ਮਈ 2019

WD 0.0.0a 04:25hrs. Woke in dire need of the eighth wee-wee of the night! Possibly the cause of the tummy ache that had developed overnight. Months of minimal movement, now the EGPWWB, again! The PHBLWWs (Painfull-Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wees) have suddenly returned. Naturally, the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) has been re-utilised and restored to a location close to the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner. I found a couple of new expletives to silently use as well. Hehe!

I wondered to the WC, taking the EGPWWB for sanitisation with me, for yet another wee-wee of the same style as earlier. I had a wash and put on the expensive long Diabetic socks using the Sock-Glide. I’m so glad there are no CCTV cameras in the wet room, or some shots may qualify for a comedy award, or at least go viral on Facebook! Haha! 

5Fri002WD 0.0.0a Fifteen minutes after starting the socking-glide-routine, I’d got them on. A record that was! I had to sit down for a few moments to recover from the effort that I had used up. Sad! And the socks seemed to be getting much thinner after only using them twice before. Oh dear! Still, they are comfortable, even if they make the Bank Manager Unfriendly. Hehe!

Cleaned up and tidied the place, and off to the kitchen, got the kettle on, and had to utilise the EGPWWB, again! (A good job it was close to hand, too). Haha!

WD 0.0.0a The hands seemed excessively shaky this morning, but the leg was not too bad, shuddering-wise. The first time they have been acting differently of their own accord. This might be a sign of things improving; What am I saying and thinking, things improving? For me? What a plonka!

Tried to sort out the medication box status, but got all confused, it looks like I am going to run out of some medications before the next prescriptions are due? A disoriented Inchcock gave up, having come across a mind-freeze subject, I think. I must ask for help on this. Hopefully Caroline or Shona might be able to sort things for me. My brain seemed incapable of grasping my medical stuff for some reason. Took the medications and was soon making my way to the EGPWWB, again! I washed out the bucket and antisepticalised it yet again.

5Fri003aGot the nearly cold mug of tea drank up, and had a look out of the unwanted or liked new, light & view-blocking kitchen window. By gun it cold when I opened up to take a photograph!

WD 0.0.0a The view was rather attractive though, and an idea for a poem came to mine – unfortunately, the need for another EGPWWB came as well. By the time I got back to the kitchen, the memories of my idea for a poem had all gone off into the ether. Grumph!

I got things ready for the Carer’s visit to fit the Ankle-Support for me. Then onto the computer. Answered a comment on WordPress, and made a start on this blog.

WD 0.0.0a Making another mug of tea, and the ankle went over. A few well-chosen words of discontent and self-recrimination were silently uttered! Only myself to blame though. I knew I had not got the support on and had not taken the stick with me, hence the ‘self-recrimination’ part of things. What a nudnik I am!

I checked the Google Calendar to make sure I had put in the Nottingham City Hospital Appointment for June, and I had. Smug-Mode temporarily adopted! There seemed to be a lot of medical appointments for next week.

5Fri004

WD 0.0.0a The Shaking Shaun affected hands and fingers, ensured I was spending more time correcting my typing, than writing it in the first place! Tsk! Ah, well!

I found that the email telling me my electricity usage for the quarter including the two months I was in the hospital or the home, had gone up by 38% on the previous one? Hmm?

06:40hrs. The late sleep-in, due to the late night, had left me a tad puzzled timewise. I had to rush a bit to get things readied for the Carer visit.

Oh, dear, a WC visit for yet another PHBLWW! I’d hoped to get to Sherwood for some food today… dare I risk it? Dare I not? Hahaha!

07:10hrs. The Carer arrived and soon had the Ankle-Support fitted. All done.

I was a little uncertain of going out what with the wee-weeing situation. But it is urgent I get to the Audio Clinic to get help with the stuck tubes and waxed up holes.

Sorted and washed the three bins, new black bags in and took the waste to the chute. Cleaned the top of the WC support. Feeling a tad weary now!

Made a small mug of tea. I mused and decided  I have to risk going out to and up Standard Hill and the Audio Centre. I put the Record Book in the jacket pocket.

Oh, dear, a WC visit for yet another PHBLWW. A minute later once again off for a wee-wee. This one was of the SWDWW (Short-weak-dribbling-wee-wee) variety. All change!

Off out, with trolley-walker and little faith of avoiding any accidents with the wee-wees. But I was wrong, and just managed to avoid any! Cheery Mode Adopted!

Angela and Roy were in the lift when it came down to me. I fear they did not look too enthusiastic this morning, but they cheered up later, thankfully. A lovely friendly couple.

Outside they sped off ahead of me to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin, where I caught up with them and some other residents before going out to catch the City bound L9 bus. Had a quick word with Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and Catwalk Model Julie, who is on her own looking after both Courts. She was a little cheerier this morning, bless her.

5Fri005A big crowd for the buses, but most of the gang got on the Sherwood bus, only a few on the City bound one.

WD 0.0.0a I noticed how pale and anaemic my hands looked as they held on to the trolley. I looked in the reflection in the window, and the face looked etiolated and ghostly as well. Ah, well, what will be, will be!

I dropped off on Queen Street and made my way laboriously and sedulously to and up Standard Hill to the Ropewalk and the Audio Clinic.

5Fri10

Along Upper Parliament Street, taking care with the three-wheel trolley walker. I could not help but notice the rather sad, perhaps dejected look on many of me fellow Nottinghamians faces. Despite the weather beginning to warm up a bit.

5Fri006I took a snap of Chapel Bar as I passed it. There was a conspicuous absence of citizens about for a Friday.

I risked life an limb to cross over the Pelican lights to get on Park Row to limp up Standard Hill to get to the Audio Clinic.

I made my way carefully, with great weariness up Park Row and Standard Hill.

5Fri007I looked at the starters on show at Brown’s Restaurant. It was for starters:

Somerset Camembert toast, with Gooseberry compote for only £10.50. Duck liver parfait, red onion marmalade brioche for only £6.75. Pan-seared scallops – rhubarb, smoked pancetta and pea shoots. (I bet Sister Jane would love them, she’s into scallops, bless her).

5Fri007aA little further up the incline, and I had a rest, to et the left foot ease off a bit. The pain was not very pleasant. Due to the chiropodist not calling for so long. Although the gal, Suzie did call the day after I had the Stroke. Huh!

The handlebar on the left was annoying me with its waggling loose. It shouldn’t bother me, but it does for some reason. It’s a funny old world innit?

WD 0.0.0a Not many folks about, but a chap came to me while I was resting, and told me I was looking deathly pale and was I alright, did I need an ambulance. I thanked the man, saying things were okay thank you. He looked a little disbelieving, told me to take care and wandered off, looking back at me a few times? Not doing a lot for my confidence, this. Hehehe!

I continued5Fri007b up the hill, carefully.

Arriving at the people-less scene at the clinic, and went in, getting out my Appointment/record book. I approached a lady on the reception desk, who looked right wee’d off with life. By the time I had told her of my woe and problems, she became a lot friendlier and cheered up. She handed me some Hearing Aid Batteries I asked her for. Then I explained the problem with the actual aid, and my not being able to get the tubes off, to clear off the wax. Thus they are not much use to me, telling her I did not know if the Stroke had left my fingers too weak to remove the tubing. She made me an appointment for next Monday with an audiologist, for 0845hrs. Usually, I would be pleased with it being so early in the day and would walk from home to the session. This time decided I will catch a number 40 bus on Winchester Street. I must find out what the cost will be, and make sure I have the right cash with me and sort out the times. (Well that’s the plan, anyway, Hehe!) The lady filled in the appointment sheet for me, and I was off outside.

5Fri08WD 0.0.0a I walked back to the bus stop a different way. Taking things even steadier now, as I was going downhill. And this trolley-walker does not like going downhill at all.

There were a couple of hairy moments en route to the City Centre, Chapel Bar and level ground, but no Accifauxpas. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I called in a small Tesco and got tomatoes, a pint of milk and a box of two fresh cream eclairs. I intend to hand Doris one of them as a thank you for caring about me.

5Fri08aThrough the City Centre along Long Row.

There was a Big Issue gal outside Debenhams store; and not many folk about. So I slipped her a couple of quid.

I went up Queen Street to the top and the L9 bus stop. I timed it well for once, and the bus arrived five minutes later. I got on the bus without any hassle and got myself seated.

No 5Fri09other residents of Winwood got on at all, odd that. As the bus pulled off, I noticed the old Tall & Small clothing shop that had closed down, had opened up as The Culfather, A traditional Turkish Barbeque food outlet.

Just what we need, another takeaway in Nottingham! Considering that eleven have gone bankrupt in the City Centre already this year!

I got off at Winwood Heights, and exchange hello’s with a few people who were getting on the bus. But there was not enough time for any chinwags, as a wee-wee was needed.

I made my way as fast as I could, without risking injury to the apartment. I rang Doris’s doorbells as I unlocked my door, and handed her one of the cakes, splitting them up. Doris seemed to like it and accepted it. Pleased-Mode-Adopted.

Inside and hastened to the WC… and what a change in the wee-wee! It was an LHNCWW (Long-Hosepipelike-No-Sensation-Wee-wee), that seemed to tire me out, somehow? Ah, well, a change is as good as a rest!

Had a wash-up. Then, I got the computer on and added the Monday appointment to the Google Calendar.

Took the evening medications, and made a brew of tea.

Then got a landline phone call. “This message has been forwarded from BT… I rang off at this point. This is now several of these messages that have come through. Pete said some came in while I was in the hospital. I’ve hed three since being home. They tell me that my BT internet connection will be terminated within 24 hours if I do not ring a number within 6 hours… A con or fiddle of some sort, I assume! As I am not on BT? But it still bothers me! Has anyone else had these calls, please?

5Fri12

Very, very thin Bamboo socks

I started to update this blog, and the door-chime rang out its “I only want to be with you” tune from Dusty Springfield.

It was the postman, with a parcel. (Diabetic extra-wide socks that were due to be delivered next Tuesday), and the INR-Warfarin Anticoagulation and the current Deep Vein Thrombosis results and dosages for the week. The nurse, the beautiful nurse, is due again next week to take some more blood.

5Fri013

Warfarin results & dosage

As least the INR level is good this time, only .6 above the target figure.

The dosages all being the same makes things easier to remember this week.

Then Jane rang on the landline. (An unexpectedly busy afternoon/evening, Hehe!)

We had a long nattering session which I enjoyed. She had to go to get the nosh prepared for herself and hubby Peter.

5Fri014I went on the TFZer Facebooking and photo album adding.

I stood watching the rain, though the unwanted new multi-panes of glass needing cleaning, light & view blocking windows. The mind wandered, but it wasn’t missed. Hehehe!

Tended to the simple but tasty meal preparation. Baked beans flavoured with5Fri015 tomato puree, mustard, curry powder, demerara sugar and white distilled vinegar. They had been marinating most of the day, lovely flavour this time. Cooked and added some smoked streaky bacon, and did some part-baked cobs in the oven, to soak up the treat. Sliced an apple too. I’m afraid once again, the appetite was not up to the job. I left about half of it. Tsk!

5Fri016WD 0.0.0a Late for me, I settled to get some sleep. It took a while to nod off, and then the legs and feet kicked off, waking me. Arthur Itis and Colin Cramps had a go at me.

It felt as if some worms were wriggling about under the skin in the lower legs, and a little pain with it?

I took this photo in the semi-darkness.

Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.

Inchcock – Sat 9 Mar 2019: Fretting over things and falling asleep, were the main contents of this chin-waggleless day

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2019 Mar 09

Saturday 9th March 2019

Croatian: Subota, 9. ožujka 2019

00:30hrs. I woke, after suffering a silly-bonkers repeat dream night. I kept thinking I had woken up, to find I was someone and somewhere else. I can’t recall anything definite of the who and where though, which is a bit galling! I think I actually did wake up a few times in between the nightmares, but I’m a bit sceptical about this noctuary. (As I am with everything in life lately, Hehe!)

WD 51.102.128 As I was getting my horrendously over-stomach-burdened blobby-body from the £300 second-hand ci 1968 recliner, I was still in a state of dwaal, and made a right mess of getting up on my feet! I got up and caught my balance okay. In fact, I felt a little pleased with the ease in which I had achieved this! (A mistake that, I soon realised!) As the first step was taken, I felt something crunch as I stood on it with my besocked right foot. I’d trodden on and broken my second favourite pen. Annoyed with myself, I unthinkingly bent down a little too quickly to pick up the pieces… had a Dizzy Dennis visit, went down on my knees with the right patella landing on top of the plastic bits, and bruising the already dodgy knee, and simultaneously cracking my elbow against the corner of the Ottoman. (I actually stayed down on the floor for a few moments, selecting expletives to use later on this diary!) Not a great abecedarian to the day! What a doddery old Schlub! 

6Sat07 WD 51.102.128 I checked out the pins (legs) and found them to be remarkably different to yesterday mornings. Friday revealed I had one white leg and one red one. (A first that one was!) Now, I had both pins looking anaemic below the warped mangled knees and red above them? (Another first!) With odd areas of a sort of a light khaki coloured patches higher up? Oy Vey!

I really ought to see if the Tate Gallery is interested in buying any of pin photographs!

Ah, The mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the cosmos, and the spacetime continuum, into my apartment and body! I’ve no idea what extraterrestrial or ghostly solivagant it is that has invaded my body. But he/it seems to have settled in and taken charge of the warping and colourisation of the limbs. Bit of an artistic type, perhaps? Hahaha!

I got the Health Checks done and took the medications. Although the legs have had more fluid retention before, they were rock solid. Not the knobbly-warped knees of course. I decided to try a Furesomide with the morning dosages.

6Sat03

6Sat06I had a rare moment of deep thinking. Having missed a few Warfarin doses this last ten days or so. I decided to have an Enoxaparin injection to boost things. 

Then got the sphygmomanometer going, it worked first time this morning. The pulse was up again, the temperature is continually falling, rather worryingly.

Oh, I deterged the tiny wound on the knee and removed the bit of pen plastic, and Germolened the knee-cap.

I started the Friday diary updating. I had to go for a wee-wee, but cunningly realising I had taken a Furesomide earlier, I had the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) in place. A SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) one.

Back to the computer, but only for a couple of minutes and it was back to the EGPWWB! This time for an ELDOPWW (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee).

During the next few hours, while I did the updating, I had three more ELDOPWWs and had to empty the bucket and antisepticated it again. That Furesomide certainly works!

Again, I heard a sort of plopping noise, but could not locate where it was coming from. It only lasted a few minutes. When I was going around the other rooms in this magnificent apartment (all three of them), in the kitchen I took these shots of the view I thought you might like to see.

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I then had an ELDOPWW, that, and I kid you not, half-filled the EGPWWB in one go! I think I could feel the pins getting softer, (less fluid retention) already. I emptied the bucket and disinfecticated it again! Good job I haven’t got to go out today!

The tummy started feeling tight and a smidge bothersome. I didn’t fret, just put it down to the excessive wee-weeing quantity.

I finally finished the Friday blog and got is posted off.

Made a mug of Glengettie tea and started this diary. During which only two wee-wees were called for? Furesomide failing?

Had a perusal of the WP Reader section. Blimey, the left knee is giving a lot of sharp pains now, even When I’m not moving it. Oy, oy, oy! 

I visited the TFZ Facebook site, and added some photographicalisations to the albums.

6Sat11Then got some brekkers sorted out. I had one of the French made soft baguettes left from last nights nosh.

So I buttered it and put some meat on it and sliced tomatoes. A mug of strong-flavoured tea, A Marmite cheese lump and a bag of Marmite crisps, made for a tasty breakfast.

Very flavoursome.

I got some mushrooms and minced lamb in the crock-pot. Added a little lamb gravy granules, mint and a shot of Maggi flavouring. I left it as it turns out for about four hours on a low setting.

WD 51.102.128 This is because when I sat down to change my socks, and fell asleep for four hours! Humph!

Still, I must have needed it. Or be on the verge of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Circadian Rhythm Disorder, or Narcolepsy. Maybe my old mind is just hiding my brain from the struggle, confusion, insurmountability of late-life problems, and my fading faculties?

When I stirred back into mock-life, I did the Health Checks and medication taking. Had a wee-wee.

Then I served up the lamb and mushrooms with some mashed potato and onions, added the last of the mini tomatoes. I had a couple 6Sat12of slices of the Milk Roll bread, and a small pot of lemon mousse.

The potatoes, mushrooms and tomatoes were fine tasting, but the lamb was a little bland! So, only a Flavour-Rating of 6/10 for this effort.

I put down the tray on the floor and began to think of all the things  I had to do the coming week… Zzzz! Again!

How much sleep is it possible to want in a day?

Inchcock Today: Wed 26 Dec 18: Got the laundry, and a graphic or two done, not much else!

ZZZZa24ei

3Wed001

Wednesday 26th December 2018

Wednesday 26th December 2018

00:35hrs. Woke, felt the aches, stiffness, and pains on my overabundant body – then in response to the innards warnings, I was out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner so speedily and off to the Porcelain Throne. The few paces to the wet room were painful as the limbs and joints grumbled and stung me in revenge for their being activated so suddenly.

No problem with the evacuation, apart from a bit of bleeding from Harolds Haemorrhoids. And, I could see any EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the place!

Like a limping automaton, I washed and went to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.

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I was amazed to see that the weight had gone down, despite my lack of physical activity?

Took the medications, I remembered to only take the extra Codeine Phosphate. (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) I had an SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee)

Got on the computer. (I still seemed to be doing things on Auto-pilot?) I got the dismal Christmas Day diary completed and sent off. Went on the WordPress Reader section.

3Wed01aI decided to get the laundry done. Gathered the accoutrements and clothing, and down to the foyer.

WD 51.2.51 As I emptied the tog from bag to machine, guess what I found at the bottom? A rather large EIBWBBB! It was dead, but it was not there last week. Are the tricky things planning another counter-attack? Grumph!

3Wed05Got the washer going and nipped outside, and took a photographicalisation of this mornings view along Chestnut Walk.

No raining or mist or fog yet? (Apart from in my head, Haha!)

I think the left ankle is improving a little. The knees remain obstinately determined to stay stiff 3Wed03and aching.

I nipped back into the laundry room to check that I set the machine on the correct setting.

I seem to spend an awfully long time grubbling about for things I can’t find, checking if I had or had not done things and in general confusion lately. But, knowing other inmates in the block have similar problems, can help me to cope with my hypomnesia, obliviousness, and absent-mindednesses. Although at the time, being in one’s own benightedness and naivete, can be rewarding in as much as it temporarily frees you of concerns… the bug 3Wed05a1word, being temporary!  When the brain returns to as near as standard it is possible for it to get; then the worrying, fears, perturbations and anxiousness about what has just occurred, and the uncertainty of not being sure, comes back to you, threefold! Just thought I’d mention it, cause it just happened to me! Hehehe!

Back up in the elevator to the flat, I had an SSWW and made a start on this blog.

3Wed05a1aThirty-minutes later, back down to move the clothing from washer to the dryer.

Got the togs drying, and cleaned the drum and casing of the washing machine.

Once more, back up to the flat. Had an SSWW. Forty-minutes later on, it was down to the laundry room again to collect the washing. I could hear the other lift ‘voice’ saying ‘Doors Opening’ as I travelled down.

Both washers were now going. The first one showed only a blanket of soap suds, there was that much in the drum.

Folded the clothes into the bag, cleaned out the filter using the newly supplied by some kind tenant, toothbrush, and wiped the drum.

Up for the last time and put the togs away, and had an SSWW.

Made a brew, and took another painkiller, as I now had a cracking headache join in with the stiff, painful joints in the knees ankles and wrists, to make my day even worse! Tsk!

05:00hrs. Some naughty inmate has just used the waste chute! I think, anyway. Unless it was someone above me accidentally making a noise?

3Wed05a2I think I’ll make a bit of brekkie now. I’ll go see what is available, back in a bit.

Got it done. Mini pork pie, chip sticks tomatoes and mushrooms. Tucked into it while watching some car clips on YouTube.

Went on CorelDraw to get some page top header graphics done.

Sister Jane rang up. Nice chinwagging session. The bonus being I now know I am too heavy and must lose weight, I have to stop forgetting things and… now, what was the other things she said? Erm… Ah, yes, the paperwork for the hospital! I made a brew and sorted the paperwork and put it in the jacket pocket for the Thursday morning’s blood test, with a note not to forget to collect the prescriptions from the chemist.

Checked the slow-cooker with its mushrooms and parsnips coming along nicely.

Back on CorelDrawing. Weariness sent me back to the £300 second-hand recliner for a little nap… Hehehe, Little Nap?

I woke up eight hours later…

Inchcock Today: Tuesday 25th December 2018: An aches and pain-ridden, natterless day. Depressed, sorry for myself… Hey-Ho!

ZZZZa24eJ

2Tue03

Tuesday 25th December 2018

Croatian: Utorak, 25. prosinca 2018. godine

WD 29.1.61 00:25hrs. I opened my eyes, at first concentrating on my obvious need for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised with some urgency… but the immediate need was lost as soon as I tried to move the arms and they ached and hurt? Then as I went through the torso, I discovered that the legs, neck, hands, back, wrists, fingers, shoulders, knees… almost everywhere was smarting, aching, stiff or sore.

As I dismounted the £300 second-hand rusty recliner and got up on my feet, (Not easy when one is carrying such excess weight around the midriff, I can tell you. Tsk!). The moment I tried to walk, the left knee and ankle gave off the same pains and disquieting feelings as they did last week, in the shopping centre when I took a tumble as they gave-way. I recall the Security Guard asking me if I had been drinking! Humph! Sorry, back to this morning, I was I have to admit, a little worried about the knee and ankle. Surely, they are not linked directly together, are they?

WD 29.1.61 I got to the wet room, but I was a little late getting there. ‘Mega-Embarrassment Mode Engaged’ I don’t want to go into the details, but the cleaning and medicating after the evacuation took me a long time. Just as well nothing urgent on today.

2Tue02fWD 29.1.61 As I was leaving the wet room, I spotted a couple of EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) on the floor. Both kaputt. I followed Doug’s advice (Thanks, Doug!) and photographed them against something to judge the size of them against for the next picture. I used a 20p coin and kept it in the wet room to use again.

They were not as large as those yesterday, I don’t think anyway.

2Tue06I got the computer on and checked the Emails. A couple of WP comments and one from the Doctors Surgery about the Warfarin INR blood test results.

WD 29.1.61 It was too late for me not to take the ‘0’, as I had already had 2 on the previous dose listing last night. So, the level must be high, as the dosages had been reduced. Which means I will have to take care not to have any cuts or bruising. At the bottom of the Email, it said: Date of your next dose is 27.12.2018 at 11 a.m. I assume they meant my next appointment is on that date? So, the level has to be high, if they are calling me back in two days for another one. I began to wonder if this can have anything to do with my waking up with such painful,  aching joint and limbs?

At least Janis offered me a Merry Christmas, even if she did confuse me a bit. Hehe, bless her.

Heck, the wrists and knees are not getting any easier yet. But the shakes and shivering have stopped now. I’ll take an extra Codeine Phosphate when I imbibe the medications and get the Health Checks done.

I made up a humorous Thoughts of the day Ode blog about my ailments and posted it off. The words flowed freely and easily for this poem of Woe.

Then I got on with finishing off the updating of the Monday post and got that on WordPress as well. But, due to the message below, this took me ages to get finished! Humph! But it did get a lot less slow later on.

2Tue08

WD 29.1.61 Huh, I then realised I had not done the Health Checks, so I did.

2Tue05

2Tue04I am now more convinced than ever that something had gone wrong with the old, now thrown away thermometer. For since using this new one, the results have been higher, as you can tell on the chart above.

Good job Tim Price let me know about how low the old readings were with the old one! Thanks, Tim.

Both knees and ankles were still feeling stiff and painful. The left ones more so than the right ones. I have the feeling that the joints just might let me down again?

2Tue07While in the kitchen, I prepped the minced lamb and got it in the crock-pot.

I added some lamb gravy granules in the water and some mint sauce with a tiny drop of balsamic vinegar. I gave it all good stir and put it on auto setting.

Some canned borlotti beans to add later, and chop up some tomatoes to use as well.

2Tue0907:20hrs. The earlier crystal-clear view was getting a bit misty now.

I regretted opening the newly installed view and light-blocking, steamed up wet windows to take this photo. It was far colder than I thought. My spectacles steamed up and wet dripped inside off of the excessively thick plastic window frames and fell in onto the ledge where the bread was, and I had to throw away the bread. Well, the cobs I bought yesterday. A good job I bought the continental sliced bread though. I can have a good dunk of that in the lamb and bean stew later. Hehe!

WD 29.1.61 Hello, another trip to the Porcelain Throne. All good this time.

Did the midday Health Checks, not feeling too good now. The stiffness and aches are worse than earlier now. Humph! Still, I mustn’t moan, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun have both taken my leave.

Suddenly tiredness dawned. All I could do was to switch off the computer and get myself down in the recliner.

Four hours (or so) and many nod-offs later, I sprang awake confused. Got off to the Porcelain Throne, rinsed and got the nosh sorted while I could.

2useWD 29.1.61 A grand headache came on, and some vicious sneezing as I served up the most pathetic tasting meal I’ve made in years!

The lamb was so fatty, (but still, so am I, Hehehe!) The cob had gone hard and dry, but the oven chips were great! Tsk!

I left most it, well, I ate the chips.

I found myself in a right state as I washed the pots, battling to stay awake and ♫Aching All Over♫ still.

Last Health Checks were done, and I remembered not to take any Warfarin as per the confusing instructions.

Certainly not one of my best Christmas days. Hey-Ho!

Inchcock – Sun 2 Dec 2018: I hate Weekends! Just thought I’d mention it, like. Tsk!

ZZZZa19

7Sun03

Sunday 2nd December 2018

Welsh: Dydd Sul 2 Rhagfyr 2018

23:25hrs: The brain woke up at the same time as my body this morning (rare! Hehe!) The mind was free of the usual fearful, apprehensive and vacillating thought-storm, for a change, no barrage from the encephalon today. But I did have a headache.

As I lay there, thinking ‘By gum, it feels all warm and snug this morning in here’, I moved the head and felt a bit of pain from the back of it? I had a feel around and found a tiny lump or bruise. But cannot recall anything happening that might have caused it? Well, at least it explains my headache. Hehe! Then again, this is not surprising, with my having had the Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun visits last night.

I unhitched my hog-like, outsize, paunchy-stomached body free of the £300 second-hand recliner, and made my way to the Porcelain Throne. Another firm-flatulent evacuation. During which, I spotted just three of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles). I cleaned up and antisepticated the hands and contact points.

7Sun02Then, adopted a Weevil-Seek and Destroy mode with the bug killer, in all of the rooms.

I’m pleased to report, that when I collected them all up, they counted to only nine, all dead EIBWBBBs in total! I reckon that mayhaps, the colder wet weather was helping keep these alien invaders down?

7Sun05I went to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done. I turned off the light to take this photograph out of the window of the rainy start to the day.

WD 128.0.128 Unfortunately, for me, this is when I spotted the light on in the stove and realised I had left the oven on all night!  What a nebbish!

WD 128.0.128 After taking the picture, and having the brainwave to use it as backing for my Thought of The Day; I left a finger in between the frame and the window casing as I closed it. I also believe I am a mashugana! I silently muttered something naughty under my breath!

Taking the medications, I added a stool softener capsule and Codeine Phosphate to the morning doses. The painkiller, to counter my headache, finger pain. Now Duodenal Donald is starting to kick in too. So, I had a decent guzzle of the ineffective, weak, not fit for purpose cheaper substitute for Aludrox medicine, named Peptac. Humph! At least Shaking Shaun is giving me a break. Odd moments of instability indicated that Dizzy Dennis seems to be lingering in the background, preparing an attack, though.

7Sun01

WD 128.0.128 Golly-gosh, the Sys, Dia and pulse readings were a little high?

I got on with updating the Saturday post. But did not get far…

7Sun07

Back on again… Tsk!

Finished the Saturday blog at last. 0500hrs!

Went on YouTube and dunked some biscuits.

Started this post off. 05:55hrs: Got up to here, and decided to get the laundry sorted out and done. Down and deposited the washing in the machine and back up to the apartment.

Hello, another Porcelain Throne visit called for?

7Sun10Watched some YouTube car crash videos, then back down to swap the clothes to the drier.

I took the recycling bag down with me to drop outside near the caretaker’s door with the others there already.

Down and out, The scaffolding is disappearing from around the foyer area outside, now. I put the big white bag of recyclable materials down 7Sun12and added my mint sauce jar and chestnut jar in the glass recycling bin.

They looked out-of-place mixed in with the other tenants, Chardonnay, lager, wine, Gin, whiskey, rum, and champagne bottles, etc.

When I emptied the drum, I found a tea-towel at the bottom that was not mine. Some poor soul had missed it earlier when taking their stuff out. I put it on the window ledge in clear view, so if they realise and come to have a look, it will be easy for them to spot it.

7Sun11I moved the things to the dryer, the filter was cleaned out, well done to whoever did it.

Two residents came in when I went out to take this photo on the left, of the rain puddles outside.

WD 128.0.128 They did not speak, nor did I because as they came into view, I had my camera up to my eye! I got a look of suspicious, surprise and superiority. (Work out what a look like this looks like if you can. Hehehe!)

Back again to the flat, and updated this blog, until it was time to go back to collect the clothing. 

WD 128.0.128 Argh! A third visit to the Throne! Not good this! And a heavy duty one as well. A smidge of blood in there, too. Feeling uncomfortable in the lower regions now! Humph!

The alarm I set chimed out, and down to the laundry room again.

WD 128.0.128 I went to get one of the toothbrushes to clean the filter with, and they were gone? Used my fingers. Got the togs out and cleaned the drum with the antiseptic wipes I keep in the laundry bag.

Up to number 72 and got the clothing in the airing cupboard. Made-up the freshener and pod pots with new supplies and put back in the bag.

0900hrs: On the Inchcock Today blog amending.

1250hrs: Finished the blog updating. Many (SSWWs in between)

Weary and tired, I thought I’d have a sit down in the £300 second-hand recliner with a drink of spring water and lemon cordial, and watch a DVD. I soon fell asleep.

I woke to see the landline phone ringing light flashing. Escaping the grip of the recliner in time before it stopped, it was Sister Jane who rang.

WD 128.0.128 Unfortunately, as I was chatting, I realised that the fungal lesion had been bleeding and dried, and moving out of the chair had cracked things and started the flow of blood again! Huh! Lucky or what? Still, I chatted away with Jane as the blood flowed down my leg, and enjoyed it. Not the blood running down, I mean the Sister Jane chinwagging)

Off to the wet room to clean up and medicate things.

6Sat06Got the meal sorted and served up. I reckon if it weren’t for the Morrison’s anaemic, flavourless, plastic-like beef slices, this meal would have been one of the best ever this year, tastewise. The bean flavouring came out perfect for once, balsamic vinegar, half-a-spoon of demerara sugar, mustard and oregano. The potato slices cooked just how I like ’em. The yellow toms were tasty, too. 9/10 Taste Rating!

Health Checks were done, and I took this photo from the kitchen window as the sun suddenly came out.

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The twinkle reflections were not planned or wanted, but it came out looking a bit different anyway.

I watched some TV (all of five minutes or thereabouts, Hehe!), before nodding off into dreamland.

TTFNski each.