Inchcockski – Thursday 7th November 2019: Computer Problem, frit me! Intercon not working. Coughing. Wee-wee problems! Oh, dearie me!

1 Nov 07

2019 Tnov 07

Thursday 7th November 2019

Maori: Rāpare 7th Whiringa 2019

0Nov 07

01:30hrs: I woke up, wishing I could recall some more of the dream I’d had. The best bits I remembered, was it all took place underground, in caves, some big some very small, and I was being chased through them. I think in amongst my many perusers chasing after me, was David Nixon and Bruce Forsyth, coffins and pianos were scattered in the more extensive caves. But it may have got mixed up with an earlier dream about me being a sort of mole trying to get up to the surface, but not being able to. Cause it was very confusing. I was confused about the dream. Hey-ho! Not very interesting but there you go.

Anyroad, I stirred into imitation life, and was soon out of the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner. The one that my Xyrophobia-suffering, crooked Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-robbing, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later!) But, his contrition makes him keep promising to return them. Well, what’s left of them and hasn’t already been deposited in his bank account.

WD 50.60.50 As I started to move, I noticed how distorted positions my body was in. Contorted in a way that I could not get the arms and legs in if I was foolish enough to try. It was close to agony getting my onerously flabby body and limbs free enough for me stand up. I gave thought to what could have been in the dream, to make my get like this, but I soon gave up worrying about it, as Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis started showing their displeasure at the movement needed to rise up, four-pronged walking stick assisted from the recliner onto my feet. Then I noticed the state of my left arm. Caused possibly, by it being around my back and sat on when I first awoke?

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4Thu07There were no demands being made for any Porcelain Throne or wee-weeing activity! That was a worry, really. After months of flowing wee-wees, and on waking up Throne needs, today neither? I hobbled through to the kitchen and got the kettle on, moved the hand-washing onto the airers to encourage them to dry, they were still almost wet.

4Thu06The new Magnesium tablets, I thought it would be best taken on two halves, they were so gigantic in size.

WD 50.60.50 The new pill-cutter was brought out to be used for the first time. As you can see by the photographs on the left here, it was not exactly a resounding success. I’ll say! Hehe!

I think it might cope better with flat tablets as opposed to rounded ones, like what the Magnesium bricks are. Tsk!

WD 50.60.50 By the time I’d given up, after ending with a rather masticated tablet and even more crumbled bits of medication than actual pill all over the place, I decided another pill-splitter will have to be bought. Then I had to make another brew to replace the one that had gone cold. Not a problem for me, with the gigundous thirst I currently have on me. I’ve been this way for a couple of days since the catching the cold. Come think of it, with the sore throat, mouth ulcers and the tickly-cough, that might be why I’m not eating, and dishing food for the last two days? Or not. But the lack of wee-weeing concerns, under the circumstance, I’d have more wee-wees would need to be taken, else, where is all the tea going? Cause it sure ain’t coming out of Little Inchy… well only in dribs and drabs, at least I hope it will in consummation, none has yet today!

4Thu08That reminds me, I’ll have a swig of the linctus now.

WD 50.60.50 03:25hrs, I was sure I heard an alarm of some sort, and had a wander around in search of the source, which made me  more aware of the pesky, most nettlesome, infernal humming or droning noise that is all around the building 4Thu08afor the flat 24/7! Found nowt. Grrr!

I took this rather sad and poor, certainly not one of my bestest photographs, of the view out of the unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed new kitchen windows, the ones with the unreachable to clean segments of glass.

4Thu08FI made another brew of tea (fancy that!) and used the different milk I bought yesterday, the organic one. Tasted okay.

At last, I made a start on updating the blog, must get it done ASAP if I am to get out today. Because there are many graphics that I need making and advance templates.

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The sites on the web kept on crashing. I turned everything off, then back on, but didn’t take the power off, and rebooted. Moments later, they crashed again, not all together, but separately, within a minute of each other. WordHippo, Google, WordPress, and so on. I engaged ‘Panic-Defcon-1-Mode’, and felt my world had come to an end! Not angry oddly enough, just heartbreakingly sad!

Firefox asked me which tabs were in use when it went down, I told them via the message box, and hopefully rebooted, or recovering the crashed sites. But it kept repeating the process, and I had to stop and try calmly to see what I could try next.

4Thu11Then the computer became unresponsive, and would not let me close or open anything, the light on the mouse was not showing. Even the Window start button would not let me close anything down safely. So, I opened the mouse, cleaned it, and put new batteries in. Somehow managing not to lose-it entirely as I did so.

Without my computer working, life is not worth living.

Got it back on, turned everything off, rebooted and reset the internet, with a prayer. But Beelzebub and the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lie somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, decided that this would not work, and it didn’t!

Panic had now set-in! I was near the end of my tether, at my wit’s end, in a tizzy. Corybantic and almost foaming at the mouth with frustration!

4Thu13WDP 11hLThen, after rebooting yet again, I went into my Norton and did a defrag. Nothing had changed! One more close-down and reset, then back into Norton. Which this time lit up attention needed button, which I clicked on, and it went through a few jobs and reported that it had saved so much memory, and the computer is now tuned-up. With trepidation, I started the network, which worked and then the Internet again, and opened WordPress – I could have cried for joy, as things were now working once more! I might even have shed a few tears of joy, actually! Don’t laugh! Oh, go on then!

So late in the day, but I got on with the updating of the Wednesday diary. But I was so relieved! The fact that it was gone 08:00hrs by the time I got it completed didn’t matter to me, exhilaration (and amazement) at me getting things working had not expired yet. I got the post sent off at long last!

Around 08:15hrs, I was just sitting letting the previous hours of torment drift from my worry-box, and taking pride in getting through the mayhem, when I heard a sound similar the earlier one that I couldn’t account for, it was so faint. I got the hearing aids in, lest it starts again while I’m looking for the cause.

WD 50.60.50 AS I was walking the corridor, I heard the Intercom buzzing. Was it the INR nurse, I pressed the accept button, and no view came up of the outer foyer area as usually does. No pins worked at all? That’s three, possibly four times this has happened up to now. If it does not come good later, I’ll nip and mention it later, to the Obergruppenfúreress Wardens.

4Thu14WD 50.60.50 I went to make another mug of tea. (This thirst is just not abating at all?) While waiting for the kettle to boil, I moved the handwashing around on the airers, then spotted some marks on the upper cabinet wood near the handle. So I got the Fairy cleaner, sprayed the spots of whatever it was, and trapped a finger in the handle, ridding the wood of the dirt. But it was nothing for a klutzy, blunderous, lubberly, clumsy, uncoordinated, doddering, disaster-welcoming, accident-prone, unlucky, catastrophal geriatric like me. Haha!

WD 50.60.50 About 0945hrs, The Intercom buzzed again. Same thing, no picture, no buttons working. I hope it wasn’t the food delivery or the nurse if it was anyone that is. Cause the screen told me no missed calls. I decided to pop down to the Obersturmführer and Catwalk Model Warden Julie, and or Riechsführeress and Pole Dancer Warden Deana, to let them know. As I got the three-wheeler with the nibbles in it, Josie came to me and said she was having the same problem with her intercom. I said I’m going down to mention it, I’ll let you know what transpires when I get back.

WD 50.60.50 When I got in the lift, a man and woman coming down from a higher floor, said they too had got trouble with their intercom and were going to complain, not mention it. A complaint is not warranted with someone who has no power over what is happening! (I just thought of that as I was typingI should get a mention in the Times, dictionary or something for that quote) Hahaha! Makes me sound almost educated!

WD 50.60.50 As I was walking to the link-passage door, a Nottingham City Homes gentleman was on his I-pod, I-pad, mobile or whatever it was he was using. And I mentioned the situation to him. He thought they were testing or updating the system. Well, it’s never worked properly since installation, and 80% of the tenants (the older ones, like wot I am) with hearing aids can’t hear the buzzer. I asked, Would it come through if someone actually called. It was presumed so! I pressed on the Winwood Foyer and called at the Warden’s Holding cell and Interrogation Office. I mentioned the intercom, the answer was low-key, matter-of-factedly answered. Not sure how long it will be off-line. I handed some nibbles around and made my way back to the intercom-less flat. (Or maybe not, no one knows if it will work if pressed by a proper caller, or how long the disruption will last or seem bothered in the slightest) Hey-ho! I’m too happy at the computer working again, to get all hot and bothered over the intercom. I called at Josie’s and told her the non-news I had gathered about the intercom. 1) They are upgrading the system. 2) They are backing up the system. 3) They are servicing the system. 4) It will take a few hours. 5) We’ve no idea how long it will take. 6) If anyone calls, it should work, but we’re not sure. She did laugh! ♥

4Thu15I finally got around to doing the graphics to let me carry on with the blogging. But it’s going to be a long job, so I had a change of heart, and started on this blog instead.

Hello, it’s looking dark early out there. Ah, it’s raining again.

Crikey, its15:30-hrs already! I got the kettle on again and tried the intercom, but it is still not working? Got on the computer to try and do some graphics.

But first, I got the mushroom and turnip sliced and in the pan, with some vinegar and light Soy sauce added to the water.

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WD 50.60.50 Then, finally, at last, I felt I needed a wee-wee! First if the day, hurrah! I hastened to the wet room, almost full of joy at getting rid of at least some of the fluid that must still stewing-away inside my ever-more bulbous stomach! Well, I’ve never wee-wee’d less, or so painfully in my memory! A new classification needed here. It was a DAPAO: Drip-Pain-And-Pain-All-Over job! I doubt it would have filled an eggcup! Tsk! Ah, well, it’s a start of sorts. I fear that things might well prove even more painful if it ever begins to flow again. In fact, Double Tsk!

I really must start on the graphics now. But, the sudden fatigue ruined my plans. I started coughing, and the sore throat got worse, and I decided I’ll have to do the template in the morning. I hate leaving things until the last minute, but Teddy Tiredness won the day!

I went to the kitchen and got the meal started, real-spare-ribs in the oven, and the mushrooms and turnip cooking in the saucepan. Then I took some pictures of the early evening sky.

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Then got the handwashing done, wrung, and hung! For some reason, the hot water was not as hot as it should have been, but sufficiently so to do the washing. So, just in case the water heater was going on the blink, I filled some saucepans with water and got them on the stove on a low light, so as to have hot water for the pot-washing later. Did you notice that? Sometimes despite the weariness, the brain gets-it-together! I wish the body could do the same! Hahaha!  The pork ribs in sauce in the oven had some Sharwood’s Korean BBQ sauce was poured over it.

I noticed the sky was reddening a bit, so I took some more shots to compare with those taken fifteen minutes earlier.

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Red sky at night, shepherds delight. This saying made me thing in the morning when I was updating this blog, and I had a look at some other weather proverbs;

  • Red sky at night, sailors delight. Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning.
  • Red sky at night, shepherds delight. Red sky in the morning, shepherds warning.
  • When rain comes before the wind, halyards, sheets and braces mind, but when wind comes before rain, soon you may make sail again.
  • When dew is on the grass, no rain will come to pass.
  • When halo rings Moon or Sun, rain’s approaching on the run.
  • When the wind is out of the East, tis never good for man nor beast.
  • Cows lie down when it’s about to rain.
  • Pine cones open when good weather is on the way.
  • If the goose honks high, fair weather – If the goose honks low, foul weather.
  • When clouds appear like rocks and towers, the Earth’s refreshed, with frequent showers.

The majority of the proverbs regarding the weather, seem to have grown into rhymes.

5Fri01I got diverted there, sorry.

After yesterdays disastrous vegetarian ‘Ribz’ nosh was thrown away, I felt some doubt when I served up tonight’s proper spare rib in sauce meal. It did not look well presented, I’d put far too much sauce on the ribs, the garden peas and turnip was slightly overcooked, the mushrooms undercooked, and the tomatoes, being out-of-season were a little bitter tasting, but this was expected. Before we joined the Common Market as it was known then, I always looked forward to the arrival of new seasons Guernsey and Jersey tomatoes with great relish. We don’t even see them on the market nowadays! Boo!

In the final analysis, although and despite it looking a mess, I gave it a Flavour-Rating of 7/10. The only down-side apart from the poorly cooked vegetables was the absolute sticky-mess I made of my fingers, chest, belly and mouth, eating the ribs. But I licked the fingers dry, leaving an adhesive coating on them and my tongue, before going to wash the pots and me. Hehe!

I completed the pot washing, and moved, jiggled the drying clothes about a bit. Then took a much needed, but pathetic attempt at a wee-wee. A URPD (Ultra-Resistant-Painful-Dripping) mode. (Why I bothered, I’d get rid of more liquid when shaking Inchy after the event usually! Humph!) But things ain’t usual at the moment. I must get to see the doctor about this before the retained fluid causes my bladder to blow-up!

Despite, or perhaps because of, the day’s anxieties, problems, trials and tribulations, I found it almost impossible to get off to sleep. I was mentally worn-out, wearied and tired enough surely? The ups & downs, and my mind’s thought-blasts kept the brain far too occupied. I don’t know when it was I eventually nodded off but can remember the news coming on the TV, at 23:00hrs! My usual head-down time is around 16:00 > 17:00hrs. So, I’d been up for twenty-three hours of frustrating hassle.

And, the intercom is still not working. Not that this will bother anyone other than the affected uninformed of the situation Nottingham City Homes tenants!

Evenin’ all!

Inchcock on Sunday 27th October 2019:

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2019 sOct 27

Sunday 27th October 2019

Greek: Κυριακή 27 Οκτωβρίου 2019

Oct 27

00:10hrs: Woke for once, not needing a heavy-duty visit to the wet-room as my first task. But a wee-wee, yes! (Yet). I dismounted the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, recliner, got my balance, then the four-pronged-stick, and took the few paces to the EGPB (Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket), for a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) wee-wee.

Off to the kitchen, washed the hands, and took the morning medications. Then needed another wee-wee, this time of the ELPJL (Extra-Long-Powerful-Jet-Like) variety. Took the EGPB to empty and sanitise.

wdp02LeftThen got the computer on, and went on the WordPress Reader. But within minutes, another wee-wee, back to the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. Followed ten minutes later by a WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) wee-wee. Variety is the spice of life!

Got this post started, then did the updating of the Saturday blog.

Worryingly, it is a weekend, and Mr Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet is as fast as it has been all week! Of course, this is not saying much, cause it was still slow! And early in the day too. Many users will be drunk yet, so I’ll know when they recover and get on the web, if it dies on me again, like every single one of the last three weekends, and two days during the week gone!

The thirst I’ve had on me this week is just as bad. As is the wee-weeing. During doing the updating of the Saturday post, not many photos, and the fingers were not playing up much, so it only took a couple of hours so. The mugs of tea must have been four, and the wee-wees five, I reckon. Every one different. I’m not kidding! UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee), ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent), RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying), ELPJL (Extra-Long-Powerful-Jet-Like) and the last one of the ELPSOAO (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) style! I feel worn-out! Hehe!

I got the post sent off, and visited the WordPress Reader section, not a lot on it today, but, off course, it’s early yet. Off for yet another RWPS wee-wee, and made a brew.

WD 60.25.0 Then after making the brew, off to the Porcelain Throne in such a sudden hurry, I nearly tripped over the four-pronged walking stick, Huh! Saly for me, it was another messy performance. I’m glad I’ve got plenty of toilet rolls and antiseptic disinfectant in stock! It took me a while, and some effort to clean things up after the event. For even it was! I thought things had gone as they have been doing, everything over quickly. But, oh, no! I went through three separate evacuations one after the other! Each time using the tissue roll, thinking that was that. How the plumbing coped with getting rid of things, was amazing! This, and the wee-wee, thirst situation was not all bad, mind.

WDPH01LIt seems to have fooled Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and even to a lesser degree, Peripheral Neuralgia Nigel, for all three were being far less bothersome than they have been the last few days!  Mind you, certain areas behind are getting very sore and tender now, with Haemorrhoid Harold just now, starting to give me a bit of bother, I’ll put some cream on. Off to the wet room.

WDP 08L01WD 60.25.0 Oh, dearie me, and my big gob! I got in the room and dropped the jammie-bottoms, cleaned things, dried things and was about to get the tube of hydrocortisone butyrate 2.5%, and saw blood trickling down the leg, and on my hands! Harold’s Haemorrhoids were pouring it out! I spent a long time getting the hæmoglobin to stop. The waste basket looked like a bin in the hospital operating theatre after an operation. Hehehe!  After what seemed an aeon or so, I got around to doing Harold’s problem, and I’ve never had this cream sting before, but it did today! 

WDP09L WD 60.25.0 Then I needed yet another wee-wee, so used the porcelain pan. It was of the URPM (Ultra-Resistant-Painful-Mode), and barely a sprinkle or two. But, it was such a bright yellow colour, and so thick, it floated on top of the water in the bowl! Yes, another infection! It always happens at the weekend, dunnit? I’ll ask the drop-dead gorgeous Polish phlebotomy nurse on Monday, to phone the doctor for me. I hope Dr Vindla will send a prescription electronically to the chemist for me. I assume it will be the antibiotics again. Still, this explains my thirst and persistent wee-weeing.

With my now extremely-tender and sore bottom, I returned to the computer to make a start on this blog.

Then, amidst many interruptions for wee-wees and making a brew, I got the blog as far as here, about four hours later.

WDPright02WD 60.25.0 I got Josie’s noshing requirements and had some Biscuits and another cuppa. Dropping may items as I went along. Spit! The hands and finger nerves were losing touch sense far too often for my liking, now. But, as the Doctor said, there is nothing that can be done about it! At least it was in short sessions.

WDPright04I got Josie’s umami-cheesy potato meal finished, and delivered it to her door, dead-on-time again, at 12:00hrs. She liked the look of it, but the photo I took of the meal, formed part of the ‘Mystery’ of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, and somehow escaped from the camera SD card? (Snafued again!)

Here are some of the items that ‘dropsied’ on me.

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After a little natter with Josie, (I did not want her cheesy potatoes, mushroom or petit pois to get cold), or the can of Jack Daniels to get warm. I wish her all the best and returned to the tatty, untidy, icy, flat, for yet another Porcelain visit and wee-wee.

WDP 01b rightWD 60.25.0I had to do the ablutions, with more dropsies happening, and the distinctly unpalatable aroma lingering from the Throne session! Hehe! The worst one was the showerhead, it landed right on my toe! But I didn’t swear. (Lie-Mode-Adopted!) There was the toothpaste, toothbrush, flannel and razors that did repeat performances of the dropsies, as well as these ‘Specials’ photographed afterwards.

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I got dressed, no socks on, not that I was scared of the sock-glide or anything like that, of course. (Lie-Mode-Still-Engaged!).

7Sun12As it was not raining, I decided to visit the Winwood Court rooftop, to take some snaps. All prepared, wrapped up well (but no socks on of course), and I set out, taking the black bags to the waste-chute en route.

Down and along the link-corridor into the Winwood Court lobby area. I could hear voices coming from the big room, so some of the clan were out socialising.

7Sun16Up in the lift to the third floor, and had a nosey out of the elevator door, taking a photograph of the view to my left. I also made a picture to my right, but that one even ended up as part of the Mysteries of Winwood Heights, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! As that shot also disappeared from the camera card!

3Wed12aRooftop floor and out into the amazingly practical Winwood Court restroom and fully equipped kitchen. (It’s no use being jealous!) Where, for the first time, I met someone. It was not a resident, but a prospective client lady up there with daughter in the toilet and the lady waiting for her. She had come to view the place and decide if she wanted to move in or not. I had a welcoming natter with her, and she warned me of the high-winds out on the Al Fresco area. We both had three-wheel-walkers with us, and we laughed about if she did move into Winwood Court. Joking about our both setting up a jet-wash service for people returning home with mud and detritus covered walker-wheels, and we could become partners in a new Walker-wheel-cleaning service. Hehe!

I went out into the roof, and the gal was right, it was a bit nippy, so I didn’t stay long, and was soon back indoors, after taking a few pictures.

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The ladies daughter was just emerging from the WC. And I wished her a good day and hoped she will decide to move in.

Down the lift, and met Roy, having a rest on the foyer settee. I offered him the nibble bag from the trolley, and at first, he declined. I reminded him that he was a wife called Angela, who might want a nibble! Hehehe! He picked out a Penguin bar for her as he laughed!

Back to the apartment, the oh so cold flat, compared to the comforting warmth of new Winwood Court.

7Sun17WDP 10LWD 60.25.0 Got my nosh sorted out. Put the rice in the saucepan, added the machine double-cross-sliced tomatoes, peas, basil and mushrooms, and what I thought was a packet of Hoisin sauce, and cooked them all together, continually stirring the mixture. For some reason, it looked and tasted wrong, compared to the last similar dish I had of this. I soon realised I had put in a packet of the black bean sauce by mistake! Not very good at all, but I still ate the lot. I also forgot to put in the frankfurters! A flavour-rating of only 4/10 could be given. A most disappointing effort. Spit! I was really-hungry as well!

Did some more pot washing, and settled into the recliner, turned on the TV, and hoped for sleep! Fool!

Vital Advice for Nottinghamian Senior Citizens, Part one – In Rhyme, of sorts

BNC01

They’re dangerous, uncouth and some are blind,

The ignorant swine are uncaring, and what’s more,

They often hit you, coming silently from behind,

Leaving your hand arm or elbow, feeling sore,

They test your sanity, patience and mind,

They’ve no warning bells or horn, that’s for sure,

Belting along the pavements, they are a bind,

It’s no use if you beg and implore,

For them to leave more room, not be so unkind,

The few who reply, use sneers, curse-words obscure,

To roads and cycle paths they should be confined,

Their insults, two fingers you’ll have to endure,

Best to use your walking stick – hit ’em on the jaw!

BNC02

But that’s no solution, not a good idea, you see,

Cause they are young, fit and violence-loving,

They offer scowls and are threatening to me,

Some ride at me, I have to do some manoeuvering,

Which ain’t easy with the walker to push, you see!

Empathy, sympathy, and understanding they are avoiding,

Making this old fart, run and flee!

 Taking their photograph may get me a beating,

But don’t give up the struggle, become an attritee,

Join me on my hobbles, bring a Glock, that’s the thing!

BNC03

They don’t scare me though… well, not too much.

Alright, the law-breaking and getting-away-with-it ‘Gits’ do!

Inchcock Today – Monday 16th September 2019: It was going so well, then a Super Accifauxpa ruined it. Ah, well!

2019 Sept 16

2019 Sept 16

Monday 16th September 2019

Greek: Δευτέρα 16 Σεπτεμβρίου 2019

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02:45hrs: As has been the regulation activity on waking for a few days now; I woke in need of a wee-wee. Dismounted the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 To the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), and what a pathetic lamentable session it was, of the WPTU (Weak-Pathetic-Trickling-Unwilling) style. Hardly worth the effort really!

WDPright1Mon05WD 0.0.150 As I was wiping and shaking, It felt like to me, that blood should have been flowing from a lesion on the left shin? I took a proper look. What a state the pins were in! They had regained the fluid storage, gone all knobbly, more blood papsules had appeared. The worst thing about this was the left leg had joined in getting the blobs and odd lumps and 1Mon03marks, now! Although I could not get them to show clearly in the photos, two new craters had appeared, near the new, what look like, but are not scratch marks?

Amazing how quickly things can change! If, as now looks likely, the peripheral neuralgia is going to affect the left side as well as the right, I could find myself in a right pickle, in a naufrageous way. It’s true, I do suffer from abulia and ambivalence nowadays, but that very fact proves the absence of any ability, to improve things. Doesn’t it?

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 Then, I realised I had slept with the bamboo socks on! I am not supposed to do this. I wonder if doing this, may have caused the problems? The left leg, is now positively stinging in the area around the depressed pothole flesh?

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 As I painfully removed the socks, to get them hand-washed… Blood appeared on the back of my hand? Oh, bother! It was Little Inchies Fungal Lesion that was bleeding! No pain with it, mind. (Not doing very well these last few days, am I? Humph!)

I got some Inchy-cleaning done and applied some over-the-counter hydrocortisone cream. I am out of the prescription Dexamethasone anti-fungal cream, so do not expect startling, or even a successful outcome. I must get a prescription for some more. While doing this, the summoning from the innards arrived – at last! Hardly any effort needed, no pain either. But it was another monster-sized evacuation. I just hope I can avoid any blockages in the pipeworks.

Thank Heavens for the PP’s! Oh, yes!

Washed the dandies and wiped the contact areas with antiseptic disinfectant, and returned to the kitchen, and got the socks washed, rung-out and onto the airer. Kettle on, took the medications, I was unsure about taking the water tablet, the Furosemide? I decided against it, despite the knobbly, warped, pot-marked legs returning. Made a brew, and got on the computer to get the finishing off of the Sunday blog done.

With a weary determination, I pressed on. Eventually getting the post finished and sent off to WordPress. Then I had to make up a template for today’s blog, using CorelDraw and WordPress to achieve it. But, I proudly got it done and made a start on this page.

WDPright1Mon16WD 0.0.150 08:00hrs: Ablutioning time. I stripped off ready to do the teggies and shaving; and what a sight the stomach was as well as the legs! Blood papsules, lesions, spots and an erupting ulcer I think, at the top of the heart operation scar! The dropsies during the session were too frequent, and many to count! The soap in the shower being ahead count-wise, I feel sure. But included the toothbrush, toothpaste, mouth-wash bottle, razors, bleach bottle, ear wax bottle, flannel, towel, spectacles, Haemorrhoid cream tube, and a bag of PPs! (Probably more!) I joke not!

1Mon06Incidentally, I made this photo into a Vignette style, to try and hide the embarrassing ‘Man Boobs’ that were hanging down, and the voluminous size of the gut. True!

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 Oh, alright then, here’s the original! Tsk! Not exactly pretty is it? I suppose it goes to prove my allotriophagy and tendency to gormandise? Guilty! With mitigating circumstances, which will be lied further about, no doubt, in future chronicles, later! Hehe!

I sprayed the feet, socks and shoes, dressed, and took the black bags to the chute on the way out, and a big bag for recycling to the Caretakers door on the way out of the lobby. Where I met Penny on her way out to the bin. She deposited a very large empty bottle of strong spirits, (Only joking!) and nipped back in through the caretaker’s handleless door, shutting it behind her, so I had to walk the winding route on the frontage, to get to Winwood Court. Hahaha!

1Mon09a

I entered through the lobby, and called into the Obersturmbannführer Wardens cross-examination, interrogation room, and handed out some nibbles. Dean and Julie looked rather busy, so I departed and walked through the large Winwood Court social area. Near the open kitchen, I decided it would be a good idea, to nip out the rear door, to take photos of an area I usually cannot access. I got out using the green release button, this one opened automatically after I pressed it, not like the Woodthorpe Court one, it didn’t need opening manually.

It was drizzling lightly, and I took a shot along towards their seating alfresco area and my beloved Woodthorpe Court.

WDPright WD 0.0.150 Then realised that the swipe button to get back inside, hanging loose, the rain had gotten into the box, and it wasn’t lit up or working! Ah, well! As luck would have it, I found another door further along near Winchester Court, that was working, and got in through there! Out, and to the bus stop. Penny and a couple of others were there. The queue soon grew. I had a great laugh, joke and gossip while we waited for the L9’s to arrive.

My intention originally was to go to the Arboretum, to feed the ducks and birds. But seeing how the wheels on the trolley were already getting leaves, seeds and various other bits of muck on them, I decided to go to the Disabled shop instead, and have a look to see if they had any three-wheeled guides for sale, with a larger bag then mine. On the short trip down into Sherwood, Angie, Roy, Shirley and others shared a giggle or two.

I alighted with many others and called into the Post Office supermarket. The owner was true to his word and had got some more of the puff pastry fingers in stock again. I bought two packets and a roll of biscuits.

1Mon10I came out and had a walk up and over the hill on Mansfield Road, and down to towards the disabled shop.

On my way, the brain wanted to give me one of its ‘Worry, fret, fear, panic, attacks’. But I fought off this one. I wish I could do the same with all of them. But I don’t know how I did it this time. I would not let the hideous thoughts affect me at all! Within minutes, I was hobbling on, unconcerned and certainly not worrying about anything, Amazing!

1Mon11 I arrived at the store and went in to have a look around at the trolleys on show.

None of them appealed to me or had any larger carrying capacity than the one I have already.  Pity!

The chap came to me and told me no suppliers do one with a bigger bag on them. Ah, well! It 1Mon12can’t be helped!

As I was walking back up Mansfield Road into Sherwood, a Pavement Cyclist, came at me head-on, and I had to move to avoid the arrogant, ignorant, nasty, scumbag from banging into me. I turned to take this photo of the sleazeball, stinkard, rat-bag, shitty varmint!

1Mon13I walked over the brow and down to pass the bus stop. Angela and Roy were sat outside a cafe, and we had a few words. They were off to the Lidl store in Carrington.

I went to the Wilko shop. Where they had the £3 Ylang Flavour Boost chrystals on sale at three for £5! I hope they are not clearing them, to stop selling in future! I bought three of them, a Ylang fabric conditioner, and some waste bags.

1Mon14Up to the bus stop. When the bus arrived, there was the only person on it apart from myself. A new tenant, who is not the greatest conversationalist I’ve ever known.

When the bus arrived, the driver parked behind the first bus. He put down the board to let me off safely, and let the other passengers on the bus with ease, thank you, Sir!

1Mon14aAs I went into Winwood Court, via the lobby door, there were three people waiting to get the bus. I bravely told them I am not allowed to let anyone in who I don’t recognise. They produced Nottingham City Home I.D. So I let them in. But, just to keep an eye on them, I took a picture of one of the toy dogs that are scattered around in Winwood Court, while maintaining a bead on them. But they seemed genuine enough.

I didn’t see a soul as I walked through the linking passage until I got to the end door. The caretaker was coming my way and held open the swipe-door for me. I thanked him, and we had a few words and a laugh shared.

1Mon15Still, no one it sight I got up to the flat and emptied the trolley and carrier bag out. Then got the things put away and pondered on what to have for my nosh, later.

No equivocating this time. After a few moments, I decided on beef pasty, curried baked beans and a few chips! I surprised even myself at my quick mind-making-up! Haha!

1Mon17I got the computer on, and ready to start to update this blog. After all, there may not be much time in the morning, with the crippling, over-enthusiastic, impassioned, body-wrecking, After-Stroke physio session to attend! Then I made another decision. Oh Yes! I got the £2.30 bus fare put ready in the jacket pocket I’ll wear, and wrote a note, to leave on the TV screen. This being due to my missing the flipping bus last week, cause it came two minutes early! So, ‘Be prepared’ is the motto for this week!

I’ve just realised something – No, wee-weeing again yet?

I started, at last, doing the updating. Much tap-tapping with the occasional thud from above for the first two hours of the job.

Eventually, the weariness overtook me. I got the nosh sorted. Another of the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination; the photograph I took of the nosh has disappeared from the SD card? I ate the fodder, beans, chips & tomatoes. Flavour-rating 6/10.

Thought I’d better get the handwashing done, with having to go out early in the morning for the physio session, I’ll not have much time.

I got the washing up of the pots done. I used the Fairy washing up liquid, and tons of tiny bubbles flew around. I got the camera and tried to photograph them. I think I caught a total of one bubble! Haha!

1Mon20

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 and an WD 0.0.150 A I was taking of the trews to get myself settled down, and as I bent forward to place them on the rack… just at  that moment, Dizzy Dennis visited, and I toppled over. Falling against the Ottoman and the chair. How I got my hands out in front of me to avoid further injury and damage, I don’t know. But I recall an odd moment of smugness, as I thought; “Cricky, you did well there, son!” to myself.

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 Then the neuropathy ridden right hand and arm, started to do a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, and of course, my arms, that were protecting my privates, chest, face etc. from landing fully on the Ottoman, collapsed! I fell on the Ottoman corner, chair and floor, all cleverly at the same time. I really was in  nervous state, again thinking of pressing the wristlet alarm, as I was struggling to get back upright, and was not sure if I’d done myself any serious harm or not. I eventually managed to get myself back up, and disintangled of the crushed Ottoman and lid, electricty plugs and wires. But I have to say, it shook me up a bit.

I felt a bit giddy still, so stood with the stick for a few moments, and thought things through. The dizziness lingered, and I moved very carefully to get the camers to check on any harm done to the legs.

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 1Mon21The pins were not a pretty sight! Hehe! A few new bruises coming through on both legs, above the knee where I landed hitting the Ottoman and electricity socket array.

I hoped that they would not stiffen or become too painful for me to get to the After -Stroke Physio Torture Session in the morning.

I settled down and sleep came much easier tonight. I slept a straight five-hours. Bliss!

Inchcock Today: Mon 2 Sept 19: A Frustrating, vexatious, irritating, disquieting, irksome. plan-destroying day. Dreadful!

2019 Sept 02

But I’m not jealous, oh, no!

2019 Sept 02

Monday 2nd September 2019

Finnish: Maanantai 2 Syyskuuta 2019

WD 128.0.128N 01:20hrs: Awoken by I know not what, but I felt it must have been a noise of some kind. I had no alternative, but to escape the clutches of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat sitting, fitting new CCTC cameras, and searching for my valuables (He found and took them too!), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige recliner, and investigate the source of the noise. Back-Pain Betty was stiff, aching persistently and yet stinging at any touch? As soon as I moved my endomorphic, paunchy body, she started-off! The rear-bottom area was very sore and tender? Arthur Itis was in a bad mood, too! Not a good start to the day!

I had a hobble around, looking for anything that might have fell-over, collapsed, exploded, or shattered. You might’ve not believed it, but yet again I failed to find anything untoward, inappropriate or suspicious, that could show any reason for any noise. Was it caused by a dream or something from outside?

Come to think of it, what is white noise anyway? I looked it up on Mirriam Webster; A: a heterogeneous mixture of sound waves extending over a wide frequency range — compare pink noise. B: a constant background noise, especially one that drowns out other sounds. C a meaningless or distracting commotion, hubbub, or chatter. Oh! I got that wrong then! Tsk!

I tended to a wee-wee, on my walk around. The grey bucket was about a third full. So things must have started moving a bit, at last. The USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee, didn’t do much to add to the contents. I took the bucket to empty it, then tp clean and sanitise it. Then got the handwashing done and hung to start drying.

1Mon02The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, suddenly and urgently. Off to the wet room. The naufrageous evacuation meant it was more of a messy affair this morning. (I’ll not go into any detail. Hehe!) Suffice to say, a lot of cleaning up had to be done. And, a fair bit of stinging and bleeding took place. The pins were not looking too bad today. Only the Arthur Itis ridden knees looked, warped, felt old, stiff and painful. Hehe!

WD 128.0.128N A good wash and back to the kitchen. Where I was most displeased with myself when I found last night’s medications on the countertop! Oy Vey! Klutz! So, I took them with the morning doses but avoided any duplicating. Which is not easy, as the tiny tablets were confusing. The 30g Codeine, Beta-blockers and Furesomide pills, are all about the same size. But with the last blister-packs, the chemist is using a different supplier for the water tablets. I just see which are which! Pot-luck, really.

I could hear the bombulation sounding again, all around. In every room! A most annoying drone! Other tenants have said they can hear it, too. But without my hearing aids in, even I can have to harken to it this morning? Chrissie, thinks its something from the rooftop, some machinery or other? Most carking!

I went to make another brew of tea, to replace the one that had gone cold. The view from the thick-framed, light & view-blocking, unliked, new kitchen windows, with glass that cannot be reached to clean, was beautiful.

1Mon06

I used the suddenly redevised Lumix camera to take these shots. I may try using it, for taking photographs at the Winwood Court official opening this afternoon.

The phlebotomy nurse is due today. But I can’t find the INR Warfarin test result letter. I had a good hunt around and had to give up.

I made a start on updating the Sunday blog, when out-of-the-blue, a synapse twixt brain and memory came forth! Had I left it on the heater in the hallway and forgot about it? (As has often been the case, Humph!)

1Mon07I went to investigate. And Glory be and hallelujah! The result sheet was on top of some empty jars on the radiator!

WD 128.0.128N I had left them there so I wouldn’t forget to take them with me when I went out… oh, four or five ago now. Another failed plan! But I thought it was a good idea at the time. What a Shmegegge I am! Tsk!

WD 128.0.128N1Mon08 I was somewhat rather pleased with myself, to the point of smugness. When I decided to use the scissors to cut open letter. Tim Price had suggested I keep the scissors in the knife block, cause I do keep losing them. Straight to the box, and got the cutters.

Despite the fingers CIDP affected interference, the bleeding was only slight. Haha! I even returned the domestic shears back the knife-block! Smug-Mode-Increasing!

Finally, I got the updating finished, and the post sent off to WordPress. I visited the WP Reader section next.

Jentacular distractions, and what to have to nibble came to mind.

1Mon11A packet of cheese curls, two mini cakes, and a mug of tea seemed like a fair enough choice. So, that’s what I had.

But, guilt showed its ugly face, so I only ate half of each of the cakes. They just had to the parts where the strawberry jam and imitation cream were situated! Guilty-Mode-Adopted!

I watched some Gordon Ramsay clips on YouTube.

WD 128.0.128N WDA 128.0.128N The got the ablutions were then tackled. I’m afraid with the fingers having a little sensation of touch or contact at the moment, meant I dropped more stuff than ever during this morning’s wash-shave & showering, and afterwards too! I think this list from memory is about right: Toothbrush x3, Toothpaste x1,  Olive oil squirt bottle x1, Aftershave bottle x1, Flannel x2, Soap x2, Showerhead x1, Body spray x1, Sock-Glide x1, Socks x5 (using the gripper, or trying to), and,  the Pro-Pain gel tube x2. During the Porcelain Throne session: The toilet roll x2, Toilet cleaner bottle and bleach bottle x1 each and the nasal Spray x2. Tsk! A record number, I reckon.

I got dressed and made up three bags for the waste chute to go on my way out. And two bags of recyclables and two empty jars for the green bin, to take down to the caretaker’s door on my way out. All prepared, I set off, black bags down the chute, then me down in the lift. To the caretaker’s gate, and jars in the bin left the yellow bags next to the door.

1Mon10I walked along the front of the flats to the bus stop. Gawd, it was a cold wind, and without a hat on! Klutz! 

I got to the bus stop, Pennt and Herbert were there. We had a gossip, well Penny and I did. Welsh William arrived and joined in. He noticed I did not have a hat on, and hastily returned to his flat to get one for me to borrow until I buy another one. Now, that was kind of him. 

WD 128.0.128N During his absence, Penny said something that triggered my mind and memory. The Blood Nurse is due today! William arrived and handed me the Andy Cap. I thanked him very much and explained that I was going to return to the flat to wait for the nurse. I hope she will arrive early, so I get to the Winwood Court Official Opening ceremony in time. The time-capsule burying and all that, you know!

I got in the apartment, feeling a tad flummoxed with myself. Made a brew, checked the Gorilla taped three-wheeler guide’s lid, it seemed to be holding. Then got this blog updated.

Time went by like a shot, and by 10:35hrs, the phlebotomy nurse had not arrived. I hope that the Sherrington Park Medical Practice staff had not forgotten to arrange for the nurse… Again! Oh dearie me, I’m feeling down!

I thought I’d give them a ring to confirm that they had not made it for Tuesday. I have told them about the 13-week After-Stroke session on Tuesdays starting tomorrow. Yes, I’ll give them a ring, I think. I hope I get a receptionist I can hear on the phone. Back in a bit…

  1. WD 128.0.128N I rang at 10:40hrs: Got a recorded message I could not understand, it might have been about the call being monitored? Then got the engaged signal when put through. I rang off.
  2. WD 128.0.128N I rang at 10:50hrs: Got a different (I think) shorter message, all our lines are busy, followed by something else undecipherable. I rang off.
  3. WD 128.0.128N I rang at 11:05hrs: Phone company Message “The number you called is busy” I’m getting more frustrated and rattled than ever now!
  4. WD 128.0.128N I rang at 11:15hrs: Phone company Message “The number you called is busy” I remain frustrated and rattled!
  5. WD 128.0.128N I rang again at 11:28hrs Phone company Message “The number you called is busy” I remain frustrated and rattled… and pee’d-off is joining.
  6. WD 128.0.128N I rang again at 11:45hrs. Got a recorded message I could not understand, it might have been about the call being monitored? The ringing tone was heard, then: All our lines are busy, followed by something else undecipherable. I rang off.
  7. WD 128.0.128N I rang again at 12:02hrs. Recorded Message, I’ve heard it that often, I am beginning to understand what she’s saying, better now. “No prescriptions over the phone… Call back after 10:00AM??? – Ringing tone… All our lines are currently bust… Grrr!
  8. WD 128.0.128N I rang again at 12:20hrs. ‘The number you have called is busy – please ring back!” Grubblestreaks!
  9. WD 128.0.128N I rang again at 12:32hrs. ‘The number you have called is busy – please ring back!” Double-Grubblestreaks!
  10. WD 128.0.128N I rang again at 12:40hrs. Engaged tone!
  11. WD 128.0.128N I rang again at 12:45hrs. Engaged tone! Gave up!

1Mon12Had a drink of spring water, a wee-wee. Went on YouTube, and noticed the Tim Price owns property in Nottingham, in Goosegate! 

Coat and hat on, and made my way to the Winwood Court opening. Hope I don’t miss the nurse! But it looks like, if indeed they have arranged a nurse, she might be coming tomorrow! Stroke Meeting Day! And I cannot get to check with anyone! Shit!

I hobbled to the Opening Ceremony, the place was filled to the rafters! No one to help me out with my problems of course – they will be busy burying a time-capsule, patting themselves on the back, and smiling for the local newspaper cameraman!

WD 128.0.128N I got the camera out, and realised I had taken the old Lumix with me by mistake! Pratt, idiot, Eizel, Tsooris-ridden Eizel! In the well-lit lounge-room, all I could get was dark shadowy photo’s, and my spirits-sank, all these unsolved problems, frustrations, annoyances, irritations, disappointments, resentments, aggravations and bitter-botherations were Coming to a head! And the thought of tomorrow being lost all day to one physio and pep meeting… How do I get the blood tests sorted out? Why am I so angry with things today? I took two terrible pictures and left for home.

1Mon13

I was in a sad state emotionally, even sorry for myself.

As I left, not a soul in sight, I meandered down the link-corridor with the new warden aided Extra-care Winwood flats on each side, I thought I’d try the green open push button on the door out to the seating benches, to see if they had been mended yet, that might cheer me up a bit if they have. They hadn’t!

1Mon14

WD 128.0.128N If the green blob button does not work, and if it doesn’t, of course, I wonder if the Emergency Door Release would? Still, if it doesn’t, in the case of a fire and being trapped, I can always throw myself through the lovely new big windows… or die trying! Hahaha!

You’ll find all my few valuables at Brother-in-Law Pete’s house. Mind you, getting them off him is not going to be an easy job, he’s buried them in his cellar, CCTV and booby-traps all over the place! – I can’t even get em back! The parsimonious, philargyristic phenakism-expert him! But I like him. Hehe! 

1Mon14aWD 128.0.128N Already my being in a right depressed and pissed-off, irritated, piqued and downhearted state, it did not help when collecting the three-wheeler guide, and finding that the lid was coming off again.

I do intend to call at the Disabled Equipment Shop near Woodthorpe Drive, to have a look to see if they have any unbroken ones, with brakes that work in stock. But, when I will get the time, is anyone’s guess. I’ll probably get too decrepit to get to the shop, and 95, or dead, by then! Especially if I still can’t get in touch with the Sherringham Park Medical Practice!

1Mon17WD 128.0.128N When I got back in the flat, I’d had a letter delivered, from the Sherringham Park Medical Practice! About my booking the flu jab. Can you believe it, they said: Please ring the Surgery AFTER 11:00hrs to make an appointment! Phwert and botherations! Sarcasm, disparagement and resentment boiled over inside of me!

They added the session is for flu vaccination only, the nurse will not be able to deal with any other treatment at the time of your appointment! I’ll try to get to the chemist and have my Flu shot taken there!

WD 128.0.128N So, I still don’t know if any nurse is calling to take my blood or not, or if she is expected to call tomorrow, on the Stroke Physio Session Day. And would like to inform them of the same (What a dreamer!), and I can’t get through to the surgery anyway to find out, and there is no chance of getting an appointment with the magically none-existent surgery on the phone, and with other things… Oh, shut up your moaning Inchcock!  If I have to go to the nurse for the INR Warfarin blood test, it’s a shame I have to make two appointments on separate days! Not that I can make any at all at the moment! I am in an unwanted and bitterly cantankerous frame of mind, and it’s not doing my health any good. Duodenal Donald is kicking off now! Still, nothing for anyone to worry about… not that they would anyway, whatever happens.

WD 128.0.128N Full of ersatz confidence, yet again, I rang the surgery at 15:00hrs. It went through the recorded waffle again’, the ring tone was heard, then, All out phone lines are busy – please ring back after 11 AM. Treble-Grubblestreaks! This is doing my head in!

Then, the door chimes rang. It was a Patch Manager who wanted to do a Fire condition check. Doing it while nearly evert tenant was at the Time-Capsule ceremony and Official Opening of Winwood Court??? I fear my temperament might have been a little short. But I declined, giving her a brief explanation of my current problems, and she obviously did not listen, cause she told me to ring Angela Gould Again I mention my deafness, and suggested Emails. Which she said she would get Angela to use, to make an appointment… Appointment suddenly, I hated the very sound and thought of that word!

WD 128.0.128N I tried once more to call the Sherrington Park Medical Practice, on 0115 9858552, 402 Mansfield Road Nottingham NG5 2EJ. I thought it was only fair to give the full details, just in case anyone reads this, who might be looking to move their GP in Nottingham, they are warned!

WD 128.0.128N “I rang and got a Phone company Message “The number you called is busy” I gave up trying, for it was time to worry about the 09:30hr APPOINTMENT in the morning, in the City Centre on Chaucer Street, with roughly a 13:00hrs finish. Getting there means getting a have-to-pay bus at around 08:30 hours, which means a none-shower ablution session, which is not good. After the Strokeability session, and if I’m not too tired or dead by then, I’ll try to get some shopping in, body permitting.

Then, to add insult to injury…

Vir 128.0.128

I am being tested further than I can cope with today! My limit is close to being reached. I decided to make a brew of tea and wait to see if it comes back on-line.

1Mon15To remind me of my depression and frustration with life, even the sky looked gloomy!

Well-past my usual head-down time and no fodder sleep or hope seemed in the offing. Grumph!

The internet had come back on when I got back to the computer. I felt I had to continue with updating of this blog, as I cannot imagine me having much time to do a lot on it tomorrow.

1Mon19Rattily, I gave up after a short while. And got some fodder organised, just chips, the last of the bacon, and the last tomatoes, thrown on a plate, with the last few slices of Milk Roll bread and some beetroot, Josie’s donated to me lemon dessert, and some bacon flavoured Asda (Walmart) chips. As annoyed and angst as I was with things, I enjoyed this meal. A flavour rating of 9/10!

1Mon18Washed the pots, and retook another snap of the sky. It still looked threatening.

I got the handwashing done and hung to dry.

I got settled in the rickety recliner and put the TV on… I soon fell asleep and stayed like that for around six-hours uninterrupted (not a single wee-wee!) dream and nightmare filled) hours.

Woke up, panicking about getting things sorted for the first After-Stroke Session.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 28th July 2019: An enigmatic day!

2019 July 28

2019 July 28

Sunday 28th July 2019

Afrikaans: Sondag 28 Julie 2019

03:05hrs. I woke, smiling to myself, the thoughts of a dream I’d had lingering, but slowly fading away. A cracker of a nocturnal phantasma, judging by what I could recall. I was on the balcony, and in from the flat, walked a lady of appealing features. Somehow or other, we were chatting and dancing away in what seemed a dancehall! Sometimes, although infrequently, dreams can be good, and this was one of them!

I moved in an effort to extract my plump, short, wobbly body from the second-hand, £300, c1968 recliner. I recognised and appreciated the lack of many of the ailments, that were not playing me up! Of course, the EQ had to let me know that this situation would not last for too long! It was right, as usual. Huh!

WD 0.0.0. I caught my balance, and off the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). While I waited patiently for the surprising LLP (Long-Lasting-Powerfull) wee-wee to stop, I had a Mind-Maze-Medley of silly, futile, blood-curdling, daunting and unnerving thoughts attacked what little-bit of harmony I had gained from the supercalifragilisticexpialidociously enjoyable dream. What didn’t pass through the grey-cells while I was waiting for the longest-lasting ever wee-wee to end, would be easier to list than those that did! I was not sure if it was the physical effort, (although it did it all on its own), or the thoughts-storm, but I felt drained afterwards. Humph! (Drained, I wrote that without thinking, I should have typed worn-out. Haha!) 

WD 0.0.0. I hobbled to the kitchen and got the kettle on. Then needed another wee-wee. Back to the bucket, and realised it was too full to risk using it again. So took it to the wet room and emptied and cleaned it, and used the WC. Which with this effort being of the PS (Persistent-Spraying) wee-wee mode, needed some cleaning up of the over-spray. Tsk! Al sorted, and off to the kitchen.

7Sun01WD 0.0.0.A2 I opened the new unwanted thick-framed, light & view-blocking kitchen window, to take a snap of the morning view. And had to rush a bit, as the rain poured in over me! Hehe! As I was taking the cap off of the milk carton (the finger-ends are becoming unaware of contact made again, now), I dropped the cap and nearly fell over the stick as the hand lost its grip at just the wrong time, as I was bending down to pick up the lid! Ah, well, mustn’t complain after yesterday’s far easier polyneuropathy-hassle day.

7Sun02Then got the kettle on and got the morning medications out ready. I still can’t get used to taking so few tablets now they have cut them down.

Got the health checks done. Another highly acceptable set of results. The temperature was a little low, but not much, at 34.5°c.

It was a far nippier this morning. So I took the tea to the computer and had a look at the forecast on Google.

7Sun07

So, rain all day, the temperature creeping up, and a chance of a storm. Mmm!

I created a graphic or two for today’s page-top and Thoughts, then began updating the Saturday blog. I make it sound so casual a thing, but it took me over two hours just to do the graphicalisationing (this included stopping for three wee-wees of varying types). And the fingers were beginning to dance about, then the shoulder joined in. Ah, well, at least the arm and leg are being calm for me. Duodenal Duncan, Shaking Shaun, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Arthur Itis, Colin Cramps and Kevin Kidneypains are no bother. Even Back-Pain-Brenda too! Got things finished and posted off.

7Sun10Made a start on this post, and needed a leak. Another of the LLP (Long-Lasting-Powerfull) wee-wees. Then went to make another brew.

It was looking bleak outside! Mind you, it was a little bleak inside the flat, then! As I got the things needed out for making Josie’s nosh later, the fingers Axonotmesi inspired insensitivity, caused me to drop the spoon twice and the walking stick again! How I managed to take this photo, amazed me. I rested the camera on the ledge, and used the left hand only to take the shot! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I opted to have a drink of the spring water instead of struggling to make a brew. As I returned to the computer, I opened the tatty-torn, moth-eaten curtains on the balcony, and the rain was really giving us some hammer! I took a shot of the view without opening a window of course. I value my fingers too much to keep opening the metal spring clip opener that needs pushing and pulling at the same time and has had a few chunks of my fingers already. I noticed that some poor devil was having their roof repaired or replaced, and did a zoomed-in photo of the house. I bet they have a few leaks!

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7Sun11I got the ablutions tended to next, as it was nearly eight o’clock. The legs looked far improved and had lost a lot of water retention.

Did the teggies. Shaved without suffering any cuts. Showered without dropping the soap (Fair enough, I did drop the facecloth). Body sprayed.

To the kitchen. Olive oiled the ears. Made a brew, and went on the WordPress Reader section. Then onto CorelDraw, for another try to get some graphics done in advance. I haven’t much time, as I will soon have to get Josie’s meal preparation, to make sure it is ready for a midday delivery.

After another long, slowly productive session with the graphics, I prepared and delivered the meal. I explained about the cheesy potatoes, I may have put a bit too much butter in them, but they will go down smoothly. The balsamic vinegar in the peas and the types of tomatoes used. Josie was looking much betterer today.

7Sun34bBack to sort my nosh out. Peas in balsamic vinegar, gherkins, tomatoes, crispy edges of cheesy potato, franks and bacon juice chips (fries).

It was I fear, a failure, taste-wise. The Franks were uneatable after one slice was. I don’t know why, but they tasted a bit stale, so they went into the bin. The tomatoes were bland in the extreme. The gherkins, potato skin, peas, and chips were all eaten up, with a couple of slices of Milk loaf bread. Flavour Rating: (Of what I ate; 7/10 – the rest, 2/10).

Washed up and settled to watch a Creek DVD, until Josie returned the things, I stayed dressed. I don’t want to scare her. Hehe!

Josie returned the tray, plate and cutlery, all washed. We had a little natter. I was so glad when she said she enjoyed the nosh. I get pleasure from being able to do something for her.

Then I got the handwashing done. A little more effort required tonight, as I had put on a thick long-sleeved shirt, as it was a bit nippier today. Rinsing and ringing out took ages. I left the shirt hanging to dry, but it will take a while, to dry enough to put it on the airer, in the morning at earliest.

Settled to watch cat correction thingy programmes on TV. But only as an aid to getting to sleep, as I had seen this episode before. The mind churned: I realised that the urine sample would not be needed on tomorrows visit to the surgery, after all, got up and moved it from where I’d left it in view, back in the medical drawer. Got the list of things to mention to the Doctor put in sight.

I had a very odd and quirky wee-wee. No definition for this one yet, as it was the first time ever type. SWGSS (Short-Weak-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) wee-wee mode?

The mind toyed with what needs doing and the reasons why they will not get done. Tsk!

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Fri 26 July 2019: A day of flummadiddle and discountenancing thoughts

2019 July 25

2019 July 26

Friday 26th July 2019

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 26 Gorffennaf 2019

01:30hrs. I stirred, with a limited degree of enthusiasm lingering, and desperately waiting for some concentration and logicality to join me. I gave up, anticipating that some form of cogency or other, may arrive later. The need for a wee-wee came, and the grey bucket at the side of the £300, second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige coloured, tatty recliner, was utilised. A sad affair, a WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) wee-wee.

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The right leg, had a few more tiny blotches and spots, some almost pretty new papsules. The ankle-ulcer seemed to be desirous of erupting again, judging by the newish looking orangey-red centre of it showing up. The lumps and bone bulges had changed shape a bit. It was far skinnier than it has been for a while, much thinner than the left leg.

My balance was good this morning, mainly because the right leg was not interested in doing any of its Hokey-Cokey and Stomping dancing. I was very grateful for this! The fingers were in an electric-touch-jumping mode, though! (Bad!) The shoulder was in shake & nudge way, but the hand and arm were taking a breather for me, which I hoped would mean less dropping and losing grip on and of stuff, For now anyway. Overall, in the Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, and Peripheral Neuralgia areas, things were not too bad. (Give them time, they’ll soon start again, Hehehe!) 

Writing this, reminded, me to check on the dates of the appointments with Mr Adamczyk and Dr Nishapuri.

5Fri004Off to the kitchen, put the kettle on, and got the handwashing onto the drying frame.

The HC results surprised me at the near-perfect results. I am no medical expert by any stretch of the imagination, but after two days of missed beta-blockers, I expected some change in the readings, but not so. Brilliant… I think. Hehe!

With the medications, I wasn’t sure if I should take another Senna or not; after taking the Movicol last night, and another this morning. No sooner had I thought, “I’ll see how the Porcelain Throne session goes later” than I needed to visit the wet room for a heavy-duty evacuation. With a certain amount of trepidation, I settled on the throne, and reached for the crossword book – but did not have time to use it! The activity began almost immediately. The same pain as usual (7/10), but the motions began far quicker than of late, and took less time, thus, less agony! Oh, good! A sanguinary affair, mind. After thinking and pondering, I decided not to swallow a Senna, but have another Movicol this afternoon. (If I remember too!)

I made another brew, then started updating the miserable starting, and humorous ending Thursday post. After checking links, I got it sent off to WordPress and emailed.

With all the hassle I’ve had over the prescriptions, I had got behind with the Facebooking. So, I had a go at catching up. I spent a few hours on the TFZer pages, then made a fresh brew and went to check the emails.

Accifauxpas GCWD 120.60.0a I started the ablutionalisationing. I had an excellent clean-up and an enjoyable shower. Three little cuts when shaving. Stubbed the toe against the WC seat-riser’s metal leg, and clouted my elbow against the hand-rail, when I bent down to pick up the tablet of soap I had dropped. The nerve-end problem affected right-hand, is getting more and more weak, ham-fisted and maladroit. I have a5Fri006 large jar of pickled mushrooms in the fridge, but can’t open it! I’ve tried the rubber-gripper thing, but I can’t manage it. Humph!

I put the long socks on this morning. For the comfort, they are snug and cool-wearing, although it might not look it. If nothing else, they cover-up the potmarks and injuries. Hehe!

5Fri005I just had to take this photograph of the clouds outside, it was was attractive and beautiful. To me, anyway. It looked a little like it might rain. So, I checked on Google to see what the forecast was for today.

A wet week for we Nottinghamian’s?

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I took the bags and put them down the waste chute, and waited at the lift lobby for what seemed an eternity, for one to arrived. One elevator on the 7th floor for over ten-minutes. But the other eventually came, with plenty of people who had the same or similar wait getting on, on the way down. Cindy and Eric, from the fifteenth floor, had a heck of a job getting down!

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It was cooler when I got outside, but nothing like cold.

I hobbled down to the bus stop. I gang of residents in attendance, and more joined us. There were plenty of chinwagging going on. When Malcolm arrived with his grandkids in toe, galavanting all around, it livened things up a little. Ah, the energy of youth!

The City-bound bus arrived first, and about six of our gang got on. When the Bestwood L9 came, the clan allowed me on first! I settled in a side-saddle seat, with trolley folded. And had the pleasure of greeting the gang as they got on. Another natter on the way down the hill. Caroline was on the bus too. She dropped off at the Daybrook Sainsbury’s shop. She told she had had an invite to the opening of the Winwood Court ceremony. TV and Radio Nottingham, and photographers from the local rag would also be there! I was going to have a walk around with Mary, but she got off first in Arnold, but she was well gone by the time I got off the bus.

5Fri007So, I went into the Asda (Walmart) same as yesterday. I could not carry everything in one trip. Poor old thing! I got some more of the bacon-juice baked chips, a 3-pack of custard and fruit pots, and some more rice on special offer. Oh, and some nibbles for the Social hand-outs. I could not see any of the Gorilla tapes. I spent too long searching, and by the time I struggled, as others were doing, at the self serve tills, which played-up on everyone, I paid and got out, I had to go as fast as I could to the bus stop in time.

5Fri007aThe L9 arrived about two minutes later! Phew!

The bus was well packed and extremely noisy on the way home. Which meant I could not eavesdrop on any conversations. Hahaha!

Angie, Roy and Betty got on in Sherwood.

I was soon back home. Got the bits of food away, got drink out of the fridge, and began to update this post.

WD 120.60.0 Later on, I felt the summoning to the Porcelain Throne. (Ah, is the Movicol working?) Off to the wet room, in hopes high for a much better evacuation session. Mmm, no luck, rock-solid, only wind escaped?

5Fri23Got the nosh cooking. I emptied the ‘Soulfood’ ready-made vegetarian meal, into a saucepan, and added the last of the fresh pod peas, and some halved mini-tomatoes. As in this photograph on the right.

Then added some black-bean cooking sauce and gave it a good stir. (I think the bean-sauce makes it less hot) I can’t take chilli that is too volatile. Put it on a low heat setting, and as I pottered about doing the hand-washing, kept an eye on it, with plenty of stirring every so often.

5Fri22aGot it served up and enjoyed it. Too much bread (Sliced Milk Roll) was eaten with it. (Guilty Mode Adopted) By gum, it was tasty!

I got some extra bread to have with it. A lemon curd yoghourt, followed by a bag of Balsamic Vinegar crisps, an iced sucker was consumed afterwards, as well! (Guilty Mode Continuation) 

I called at Josie’s to see when she wanted her nosh this week, Saturday or Sunday. But no answer.

As I settled down in the rickety, c1968, second-hand recliner, from nowhere, came a massive feeling of depression. Why I don’t know, but I could not help but search the mind to find the cause. Reasoning, that it is the mind that holds the emotion, thus the reason for it. Surely? No success, a blackness that made it difficult to nod off overcame me.

I did get to sleep eventually. Slept right through. And woke a different person, the brain in my usual answer and solution-seeking, and over-active mode; in desperate need of the Porcelain Throne.

TTFN each!

 

Inchcock – Mon 22 July 2019: Odynometer needed early on, but things got a lot betterer later!

2019 July 22

Excuses, justifications, mock-reasons, subterfuges,
tricks, whitewashes, no whys-and-wherefores, but coverups, disguises, machinations, but no admissions or apologias!

2019 July 22

Monday 22nd July 2019

Zulu: NgoMsombuluko 22 kuJulayi 2019

I woke at 00:30hrs, while considering whether to gt up or not, and finding I did not need a wee-wee, I fell asleep again. 02:50hrs. Rewoke, and almost perkily set about freeing my excessively, inordinately, unduly, unnecessarily, unreasonably, absurdly crassulent body, from the warming comforting grasp of the £300, second-hand, rickety, c1968, sometimes working, cruddy beige coloured, dingy, near-dilapidated recliner.

WD0.0.128 By Gawd it was cold. Then I realised I had left the unwanted hard-work new balcony door wide open overnight! Brrr! So I grabbed the walking stick and went to close it ASAP.

By the time I had done the few paces back to the chair, a wee-wee was needed. Amazingly, I found the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) totally empty! But it wasn’t for long. A UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee) saw to that. I got off to the kitchen, where I rinsed and hung up hand washing that had been soaking overnight in the bowl. 

There was no dancing from the leg at all, and only the odd short ones from the other limbs. I got the medications imbibed, and did the health checks: Systolic 155, Diastolic 55, Pulse 85, Temperature 34.9°c. Then I had another wee-wee, and what a change again, it was of a PSAOS (Powerfull-Spraying-All-Over-Showering) type.

WD0.0.128 I had an early morning visit from Dizzy Dennis that shook me up a bit, got me somewhat nervous. I had to stop and sit down for fear of going over. But it continued for a long time.

I set about doing the updating of the Sunday post. Which took less time than it has for ages, with the hand and fingers, being calm at this time. I got it finished after a couple of hours and went to make a brew.

Unfortunately, Dizzy Dennis returned1Mon02.

I got sat down in the recliner while things eased off. Taking the opportunity to take a photograph of the pins that were upon the chair. They had lost a lot of the fluid retention, but not any of the pot-marks and papsules, etc. but did appear a lot less inflamed and swollen.

As I was making a start on the day’s blog, well!

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I went on the Electoral Confirmation site, to fill in my details. A note said it would take between 10 to 15 minutes to complete. Hahahahahaha! Not with Mr Fries internet and the Axonotmesis, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nitrofurantoin Neurotmesis playing up! I didn’t really check how long it took, but it was over an hour! Grumph!

1Mon07aWDA 0.0.128 I did the ablutionalisational duties next. I ended up avoiding any of the toe-stubbings, came through the daily battle with the Sock-Glide unharmed as well. But I did accrue two little nicks when shaving.

The hand and arm both started dancing the Flamingo or Fandango at the wrong time for me. Grumph!

1Mon06Also, I spotted the newly appeared spots, papsule, bruises, and pockmarks on the ever-increasing in size again, stomach! Oy Vay!

The long bruise, in the shape of an arc, was unusual. Not the foggiest idea where, how or when I got this?

1Mon03But, the pins, still one slightly bigger than the other. However, both had lost a lot of fluid retention. They both looked a little anaemic. But, the scars, bruises, papsules etcetera, seemed much calmer this morning. The dysaesthesia is no better, I managed to drop a razor, a bottle of antiseptic and the bleach!

Later on, I took some photographs from the balcony, the one with the finger-trapping and flesh-eating metal spring-clip opener. Haha!

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I still don’t know if I can get out to the doctors today. Will the INR nurse be arriving today? We have a lot of intercoms not working – is this the case with mine? This has been going on for over a week now, I need to find out what’s what! I’m getting a tad distraught and antsy, again. I’ll nip to see if Deana is in, and ask her to call the Doctor for me. If so, I can make an appointment to see the Doctor and for the CHD checks at the same time… I hope! Overwise it will mean me having to go out to the surgery and hope I don’t miss the nurse! I had a look at my intercom, it showed a red light on Missed Calls and the Do Not Disturb! Doing its own thing now! Oh, I am getting testy now!

I decided to go to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistical Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from the location. The weekend out-of-date sales area, and residents porta-cabin. In the hope to catch Obergruppenführeress and Hustle Model Deana or Obersturmführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Julie, and ask if they can call the surgery for me to help sort out my problems for me. If they are not available, I come back to the flat and get things ready to catch a bus down into Sherwood and have a walk into Carrington and see then at the surgery.

I met Chrissie on her way home near the lifts as I got out. She warned me that the wind was terrible out there!

WD0.0.128 I walked down to the shed. The Wardens were both out doing their jobs in the flats. So were not available. A chap, one of the assessors whatever in the hut, said he would tell Deana I wanted her when she returns. I had a little moan about my situation and frustration. And walked back to the apartment. Got the bus pass and back out again to go to the surgery.

1Mon09I took a photo of some rather appealing yellow wildflowers en route, in Chestnut Walk.  Luckily for me (very much so).

I spotted Deana and Julie meeting up, as they returned to the cabin ahead of me.

Deana was on her mobile. Julie asked me what was up, and am I alright. I explained, in brief, the problems and we went into the office. Dean joined us, and I fear I may have waffled on a bit, about how the medical people don’t seem to realise my problems. No sooner had I told her, my shoulder first, then the leg and arm began dancing. It was embarrassing, but at last, someone has seen what it’s like for me to cope with the peripheral neuralgia problems.

The gal set about calling the surgery straight away. Deana made an appointment for the CHD Tests and handed me the phone to tell the receptionist about my other problems, the lack of IRN blood test nurse calling, and my not daring go out in case she does. Also, she may have called, and I didn’t know because the new intercom system is not working correctly. I think I confused the woman on the other end of the line, cause I could not hear what she was saying, and Deana took over to explain a lot clearer than I was doing. The result was that Leutnant Untersturmführeress and Part-time actress Deana, got me sorted out with the following results:

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  • The CHD Health Check was booked for Monday 5th August at 09:00hrs
  • The appointment to see Dr Vindla, with it being urgent, was made for 29th July.
  • The shortage of Beta-blockers will mean a prescription will be sent to the Carrington Chemist. Deana at the time called the chemist and ascertained that the Bisoprol will be delivered on Wednesday, by the pharmacist.
  • And the INR nurse would be arranged. Dean asked that I be informed of when this will be as soon as possible!

I much appreciated this help. And said so!

A little more spirited now, I left to go back to the flat. Having a little chinwag with some tenants who were waiting at the bus stop. Which was enjoyable for me.

When I got home, without needing a wee-wee! – I set about putting all the appointments on my Google Diary. Took me a while.

Then made an order up for next weeks delivery.

Next, I got on with updating this blog. And realised I’d given the wrong name for the beta-blockers. So I went back to the hut, and Deana said it didn’t matter.

Back to the flea-pit, and got the nosh sorted out.

1Mon34Polish pork, fresh peas, mushrooms, gherkins, tomatoes, and Maris Piper chips. Likely that the chips (fries) were some of the worst I have ever tasted! Fatty and bland!

Still, the Polish pork evened-out the taste-rating score, of 6.9/10.

Washed up and took the medications.

I watched some TV. Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Wed 17/6/19: Criticising, moaning, irking, rankling, nitpicking, fault-finding, and complaining ruled the day. Again. Tsk!

2019 July 16

2019 July 17

Wednesday 17th July 2019

Norwegian: Onsdag 17 Juli 2019

02:25hrs. Woke and the mind-musing began instantly: I’ve got to store water today, to cover for the cut-offs promised for the day, (as I must also remember for supply interruptions for three other days to come, Tues 23rd off for approx nine-hours, Friday 26th, and Monday 29th July, Tsk!). Will the INR nurse call today or not? Why had I stupidly left the bamboo socks on overnight? The Morrison delivery is coming twixt 06:00>0:700hrs. So, I must get the ablutions done at 05:00hrs.

And then, as I dragged my overweight, fubsy body from second-hand, £300, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, rusty, sometimes working, uncomfortable recliner; Where had all the ailment pains gone? To add to my early confusion, there was no call for a wee-wee or the Porcelain Throne. Had I died in the night? Was I still asleep? Am I to suffer another bad day? For some unfathomable reason, I felt such sorrow when I thought of the 1962 Cup Final when Spurs luckily, jammily, flukily undeservingly beat Burnley. Had I finally gone bonkers? Will I ever wake up again? I don’t think I could face reincarnation, not after the hell of this unlucky, inauspicious, ominous, Whoopsiedangleplop-filled, saddening, ill-fated, cursed, adverse, disadvantageous, painful, challenging, forsaken, unprosperous, pathetic, pitiable, fear-driven, bedevilled, distressfull, minacious, bodeful, Accifauxpas-filled, ignominious lesser intelligent and far more eensy-weensy equipt for manhood, life.  Hehehe!

WD black WDA black Next, as I moved (unthinkingly) without the walking stick, in response to a sudden desire, partly-logically made though, to get the hand-laundry done before any water cuts arrive, I was brought back to part-sanity and reality, as I stubbed the toe on the way to the kitchen! I fear a couple of licentious ecphonetic words in response were uttered, not that I had much time for any guilt. With no stick handy, I wobbled a tad, and clouted the right knee against the door frame! An instantly watchable bruise came out within seconds! Tsk!

3Wed001I got the washing in the sink, gave my best agitational wash, and while I left it to soak for a while, I got the kettle on and grabbed the hemadynamometer, took the tablets out to take, and did the health checks. Another good set of results all around this morning Sys 146, Dia 65, Pulse 81, and temperature 34.7°c. I was well pleased with these readings. Despite the EQ telling me not to get overly confident.

WD black After taking the medications, I had a wee-wee. Using the wet room’s WC. Oh, dearie me! The DTAO (Dribbling-Tinkling-All-Over) mode wee-wee, left me with a lot of cleaning up to do in the wet room! Humph!

3Wed001bWD black The Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, Polyneuropathy, and/or Peripheral Neuralgia affected leg, looked in a right state. The sensation of worms wriggling under the skin was getting worse. This may have caused me to have done some more nocturnal scratching, I don’t know. Keeping the socks on overnight didn’t help, I suppose. What an Alter cocker!

3Wed01bI disinfected the place, got a new pair of PPs on, and back to the kitchen. Where I got a load of water from the cold tap, and into some jugs and the two remaining usable, unburnt saucepans I own. I filled the crock-pot as well.

Got on the computer to start this post going, got as far as here, and it was time to get the ablutions sorted out. So, off to the wet room.

WD black A wee-wee first job. An unexpected variety, this time. A PSAOS (Powerfull-Spraying-All-Over-Showering) wee-wee. There weren’t many parts of the wet room that were not affected by the spraying all over spurting sprits! Gawd heavens! Cleaning and disinfecting took me ages – a good job I got the ablutions started so early!

3Wed01eWD black The teggies were done, then the shaving, with a few minor nicks here and there. Because the hand, fingers, and shoulder started dancing about at the wrong time again. But no complaints, they’ve been fair to me up to now. Then the stand-up wash was done.

I made sure that the sink plug was left out. I left the cloths soaking and sanitising, in a jug.

3Wed01hThen, I decided to take some shots of the outside from the wickedly troublesome new balcony windows. The left-hand metal spring opening clip, that needs pushing, bending and pulling at the same time to release the window inwards, window, was handled with aplomb and I began to feel a ‘Smug-Mode’ coming on.

A reasonably decent shot, I thought. (Praise-Seeking Mode-Engaged)

3Wed01i  I went to the right-hand window. But this hand metal spring opening clip, that needs pushing, bending and pulling at the same time to release the window inwards, would not move, or I just n longer had the strength to move it, to allow me to take a photograph of the undecided to grow or not new grass lawn below near the end car park.

WD black So I gave it one more try, caught the finger against the side of the frame, swore a lot, then I gave up even trying to open this window. Instead, I opened one of the slidings the next window along to release the end one. I leaned out as far as I dare and twisted around to the right to get this shot, of the patchwork new grass lawn.

3Wed01fWDA black I found a few decent welts where I had trapped the little finger, in my “I should have known better than to try to use it” effort to open the damned-dangerous window spring clip that needs pushing, bending and pulling at the same time to release the window! Humph! Silly-Me-Mode engaged!

I made a mug of tea and refilled the kettle, a good habit to get into, with the water going to be cut off so often over the next week or so. It’s a challenge all these two years with more to come hassle, disruption, and botherations to come. I hope the new tenants who come in enjoy it. For most of us. The memory of the workings will not be recalled favourably. For me, the carpets being ruined by the Willmott Brown subcontracting plasterer, the failed and changed appointments. The mess made and having to be cleaned up, the hot water going off. The power having been cut off for nine hours. By the none-communicative DCUK mob, and the food that had to be thrown away from the freezer and fridge, as they killed all the power to the flat. Just a few of the things that still wrangle!

With the I’m still uncertain if I will live long enough for things to get finished. But I’m so disappointed with things. The Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Diabetic Polyneuropathy,  Peripheral neuralgia, or Postherpetic neuralgia, Duodenal Ulcer, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger (Take yer pick, Hehe!). Then the Stroke making things worse. Depression can come on from nowhere, and I do hate that more than having too many ‘issues’, as the Podiatrist said when refusing to treat me! See, I just can’t win! Hahaha! Gripe-Time over, Sorry.

The Intercom chime rang out, but I only just heard it, and that is on full volume. If I had not got the hearing aids in, I wouldn’t have heard it, that’s for sure. So, the new Intercom System that lets us see who is calling also prevents us from hearing when they call! Another of the so-called improvements that don’t work for me. Being the first time I have used it, I was a bit nervous of getting it right, but it went well, and the Morrison Man was soon at the door with the biggest ever load for delivery.

WD black The bloody leg started Hokey-Cokeying while he was taking the stuff through to the kitchen for me. I must have looked a right twit! But the lad seemed to understand after I explained why I was this was leg stamping and spinning around, and the stick was flailing a bit.

3Wed01JMostly the order consisted of spring water and kitchen towels. Both hard to carry from the shops, with the room for storage so tiny in the trolleys. The weight of the water and the bulk of the towels. (Oh, I slipped into griping-Mode there again, Sorry folks.)

I thanked him for his help and patience, and off he trotted. Nice bloke.

I needed yet another wee-wee and used cautiously the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), bearing in mind the earlier spraying wee-wees. Just as well, cause it was another of the PSAOS (Powerfull-Spraying-All-Over-Showering) evacuations, but I coped using the grey bucket, I just to take care of the thin edge of the receptacle.

3Wed01KWDA black Putting the things into the freezer, I started to re-sort a drawer to make some room in it, and clang! The damned right hand and leg started off dancing, yet once more. The draw and its contents tumbled to the floor! I had a job picking up the things, but managed without any more incidents, to get it back into the freezer. Still, it gave me a rare opportunity to clean the draw. Hehehe!

3Wed01LThe storing of the goods took a great deal of time, and I had used the stepladders to put the porridge and noodles in their correct location on top of one of the wall cabinets. It became apparent to me, how nervous I had become of the legs etc. playing up, for I would not go on the third and top step. On the second rung, I had the top of the ladders to grab if anything started dancing. But, they didn’t play-up.

I made a brew and topped up the kettle straight away in case the water might go off at any time now. I was hoping that the INR Warfarin nurse would call today. A lot of odd noises about this morning, but I cannot identify what they are, whining and pinging sort of sounds.

I spent ages starting this blog going.

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WD black Sister Jane rang me to tell me she had not had the diary yet. Then it dawned on short, plump, uneducated, socially inept, bespectacled, hearing aids wearing, Nottinghamian pensioner, what a complete and utter pillock he really is! – I’d not updated yesterday’s blog and sent it off yet! A right nebbish!

So, I set about trying to get it done ASAP. The plan was inhibited by frequent DTAO (Dribbling-Tinkling-All-Over) mode wee-wees, and the Virgin Media keeps going down and slow for a few times. Grobblebogglesworth!

WD black Then…

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Hours later, I’d got the Tuesday post finally updated and sent off. Crikey, it’s nearly afternoon already! Then I had to go on CorelDraw to make some graphics up and do the next days template.

I made a mug of tea first. The water was running from the tap, but it may have been off earlier. While making the brew, I noticed a tractor with some lawn grass on it, making its way towards the end to our end of Chestnut Way. I limped sticklessly onto the balcony and to some photographs. It looks like they are replacing all of the turfs.

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I started creating the graphics needed. A long-time later, I got the graphics done. During the time spent. I was invariably accompanied by banging and knocking noises, no drilling though, from above. Drove me barmy it did – still, its got to be done. Huh! No damned peace here anymore! 

WD black Then, fancy that and can you believe it… Humph and Tsk!

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3Wed01sWD black It got worse, moments later, the noises from above stopped, but a new sound was heard in or near the flat. I went for a look around and found two letters had been delivered. The first one… unbelievable, it was from Virgin Media – telling me they were putting the monthly bill up by £3.36! F’ing cheek! Faster Ultra-Reliable Broadband waffle etc. That bloody Fries bloke is becoming my most hated git in the land! Although he has several others in contention. Haha!

3Wed01TThe second one was from the surgery.

Telling me that I have to ring the surgery (Great when they of all people know about my hearing problems!), after 11;00hrs to arrange the CHD health check. I must have nothing to eat or drink, other than water… (Water the thing that is being turned of over four days in my block of flats), from 22:00hr  the night before the appointment. Bring a urine sample with me, which means I have to go to the surgery again before the meeting to get a vial to use. Make an early appointment (Huh! When can I get ever get an early appointment with them? Very rarely!) Oh, and I’ve to take the medications as usual.

Life is pissing me off big time lately! No rest, just problems all the time. Like this week, no INR nurse attended to take the Warfarin blood sample. So I expect a letter or phone call from them about this when they eventually realise! I think things are getting on top of me. The mess made by power-cut off by the DCUK mob. I’m stuck indoors so cannot get out to shop. I’ve had a Morrisons order this morning, but have put in another order from Iceland for stuff I had hoped to get to the shops to buy. Do I sound a little niggled? Tsk! I am!

Oh, the drilling and banging have started again.

I’m giving up. I’ll get some nosh, a wash and settle down to try and rest for a bit. Naturally, this will not be achievable, but you never know! TTFN, until the morning, if I make it through the night… as somebody sang. Hehe!

No sleep, nod even a little nod-off.

So I got the nosh sorted out. As I was preparing the meal, we had a few drops of rain, but it soon stopped. I think we need some more, the TV said we are in for thunderstorms on Friday and or Saturday.

WD black No doubt things will need me to go out on Friday, miss the INR nurse most likely, get soaked through, the trolley wheels will get filthy and make a right mess in the flat, I’ll get on the wrong bus coming home, probably get pneumonia, book an appointment with the surgery for two weeks time and snuff-it while waiting… Oh, I’m off again moaning in advance this time! Sorry. As Tim Price puts it so aptly: I’ve become a cantankerous old curmudgeon! Hahaa!

3Wed26I made a delightful looking nosh, that I was sure I’d enjoy. Smoked mackerel in sauce, chips, fresh garden peas, beetroot, great tasting tomatoes and some potato cakes. A naughty Limoncello dessert for afters. But, by the time I had made and served it up, it wasn’t so desirable. The tomatoes, garden peas and beetroot were fine. All the rest seemed unappealing, and much of it was wasted. I think a Flavour-Rating of 4.5/10 is generous. That was for the peas, tomatoes and Limoncello.

By being in a tremulous, jittery mood with life at the moment, I turned, ashamedly so now, to the comfort eating after washing the pots, and getting the hand-washed clothes on the airer, I visited the nibble cupboard! Crisps, a sucker and cheesy curls were my comforters!

I did watch some TV for a while, but concentrating was difficult, due to Colin Cramps having a cruelly vicious go at me, on and off all night! I took an extra pain-killer and used half-a-tube of pain gel. All to no avail, though.

WD black The really odd thing about this night-long visitation from Colin Cramps was that he did not bother the knees, legs or hip area at all! But gave me painfull pastings, on of all things, the toes and fingers! The toes being the surprising targets. When I got to sleep, the pain from the toes would start again and wake me up! Repeatedly.

So, it was a late, and I was not in good condition, physically or mentally. Fair enough, this begs the question; When am I ever in a reasonable condition mentally or physically nowadays? Humph!

Inchcock Today – Mon 15 July 2019: Blimey, I almost felt amadelphous at times, today!

2019 July 15

2019 July 15

Monday 15th July 2019

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 15. Srpnja 2010

04:20hrs. I stirred after only three hours sleep (sob), and like a wobbly automaton, I was out of the near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, second-hand, £300, sometimes working, discomforting recliner, and having a wee-wee of a WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) Mode, in the unused overnight EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). Without any trouble as well!

No dancing legs, shoulders, hands or fingers, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were all noticeable by their absence. No toe stubbings, or Accifauxpas either! Great start! I was even feeling a tad sort of sacerdotal; which confused me, as there is no reason for me of all people, to find himself in a flushed-peaceful moment? I poddled limping with the stick, to the kitchen and did the hand washing, only the usual socks and t-shirt done.

1Mon06Then I got the health checks done. The readings were once again, most satisfactory. Sys 147, Dia 73, Pulse 71 (Perhaps this near perfect 71 results I think, is indicative of the unprecedentedly calm mood I found myself in this morning?), and Temperature 34.1°c.

I had another WYSAO wee-wee and cleaned and sanitised the EGPWWB.

I noted how pale the hands had gone since getting out of the brutally uncomfortable recliner.

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1Mon07aI went to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. 

WD 128.0.128bu  I took of the night socks, and as I had expected, the leg ulcer was trying to come back again.

There was no pain though, just a feeling like there were worms inside the leg wriggling about?

I made another brew of tea and got on the computer doing the updating of the Sunday post. The dancing and jumping were rare this morning, other than the leg, which tried to do its Hokey Cokey dance a few times. So I got on reasonably well with the task. I got it finished and posted off. Three or more wee-wees needed while doing this, all still of the WYSAO style.

I got the ablutions tended to next. No cuts shaving, no toe stubbing, either! Smug-Mode was given the go ahead!

Got readied, took the black bags to the waste chute as I went out, of down to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

1Mon07cLimping along Chestnut Way, I saw that some of the grass lawn was coming through, beneath the trees near Winwood Court! The leaves and branches had probably stopped the recent evening rains from prompting some of the grass coming through.

I got to the Oberschützeress Wardens’s shed, no residents inside, but Obersturmführeress and Catwalk Model and Warden Professor Julie was working in the office. Julie asked how the power situation was, and I told her about the food thrown away from the freezer. She said claim on your insurance. A quick nibble-handout and an even speedier chinwag, and I was off to the bus stop. A Nottingham City Homes chap followed me out and asked about the power to the flat.

Over to the shelter, where six or so residents were waiting. We were joined by about another eight or so by the time the first bus arrived. They massed on, all in front of me, well, they move quickerer than I can, Haha!

1Mon07dBy the time I got on last, all the side-saddle seats were taken and the bus looking rather fullish. I had to walk to the back of the bus, up the steps with the trolley, that was fortunately almost empty (bird food), so I folded it and got it wedged in between the seating. Two stops along, about five passengers alighted, and at the next Sherwood stop, many more got off, leaving just one other bloke and me on board for the journey to Daybrook.

WD 128.0.128bu I fell asleep, and missed my planned stop, but got off at the next one. Then walked back and to the Arno Hill Park, and visited the ducks on the pond there.

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1Mon12I left and walked into Arnold and Front Street.

Called at Chambers’ provisions shop to investigate their smoked, cooked belly pork availability and quality of. It was very fatty and did not look appealing at all, so I made my way to the Asda Superstore further along.

I spent a while in the store. I bought a new Andy Cap. Then moved to the food section, where I came out with: A bag of fries with bacon flavouring, three cans of tuna in brine, milk, some BBR flavoured Rice, cheapo iced-lollies, pod peas (Terrible they were!), Bread thins (They didn’t have any milk roll bread on the shelves, Tsk!), jelly babies and erm… well, er, err… I’ll have to just come out with it: Guilty-Mode-Engaged! Fresh Cream French Horns! (Another disaster I’ll explain about later).

I went to the photo booth and copied-printed some pictures of Deana & Julie and some of the tenants to hand them later. Then up to the bus stop on High Street. Again, all the others tried to beat me to getting on the bus, but it pulled close to me, and I got on first! Oh, yes! It filled up en route, and in Sherwood, we picked up some of our residents. Welsh William, Roy and Sheila I noticed getting on.

Back at the flats, they all got off first, and someone helped me off the bus with the trolley, bless em, I didn’t know his name. I nipped into the shed and handed some nibbles and photographs to Julie.

1Mon13Making my way back along Chestnut Way to the Woodthorpe Court flats, I noticed some girls ahead of me. Chrissie, Penny and Sheila, I think.

I couldn’t catch them up, but Penny and Christine stopped to talk to Wimbledon ex-champion and Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden Deana, and I caught them up and passed them. Offering a quick “Good afternoon, girls!” as I passed them by. No response, though, cause they were chatting away. I plodded on and got in the foyer, and waited for them so I could open the door for them.

WD 128.0.128bu There was still only the one lift working. For four days now, Chrissie told me. So, we had Chrissie, Penny and another woman with me and three trolleys in the elevator cage. Chrissie organised where we stood in order of the floor needed for each person. Had a bit of a farce. Not enough room for folks wanting to go up, some had to wait, people trying to come down from above, couldn’t get on cause the lift was so full, etc. What a to-do! Hehehe!

I was suddenly so tired again.

1Mon14I got the fodder purchased away and prepared the nosh.

WD 128.0.128bu While it was cooking, I took the evening medications and had, what must have been a new record wee-wee wise. One of the semioccasional, and very rare MDTAO (Marathon-Dribbling-Trickling-All-Over) Wee-Wee’s.

WD 128.0.128bu Podding the peas I threw more away that had mould inside the pods that ever before. As for the naughty Fresh cream French Horns, they were soft and soggy, and far too over-sweetened, after one or two bites, I threw them both away! Mostest dissapointing! I thought of TFZer Janet and Patricia, who also have a fancy for these cakes. But not counting the cakes, a flavour rating of 9/10 for the other goodies on the plate. The chips (fries) were smashing tasting!

GC capAs I got read for head down time, well, to watch a Jonathon Creek DVD, I realised I  still had my new hat on. Hahaha!

I nodded off withim seconds I think.

When I sort of burst awake, the first thing I thought was; Hello, no wee-wee wanted? Then it dawned on me, it was still only 22:00hrs! Tsk!