Inchcock Today – Wednesday 25th December 2019: Dysphoria reinged today. Tsk!

1 Dec 25

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Wednesday 25th December 2019

Norwegian: Onsdag 25 Desember 2019

01Dec 25

WD 200.0.0 23:50hrs: I woke, pondered, tried and failed to get the mind functioning, passed-wind and realised (as is so frequent at my vivification times lately), the need for a wee-wee was my expergefactor. I roused the brain then the body, the body was the easier of the two to inspire into semi-life. Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were all taking a break, which cheered me a bit. You wouldn’t believe the ease with which I got out of the second-hand, £300, c1968 recliner! The right peripheral neuralgia leg was giving signs of a possible upcoming involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dance routine. The tiny twitches were the signs.

I got to the overnight well-used, but I can’t remember doing so bucket. Another half-hearted, but slightly painful evacuation, of the PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode.

WDP 09aLWhile waiting for the dribble to terminate, I mused over the situation. If after five minutes of non-stop passing, I’d managed only a couple of fluid ounces; then how many times had I needed to get up and to have utilised the GPWWB overnight, to find it so full now? And, why do I not remember waking, getting up, wee-weeing, and getting my grossly-stomached body back in or onto the rickety recliner? Mind you, I did wonder why I found that I’d had left the walking stick on top of the clothes airer?

No tea-making this morning, I washed out and disinfected the bucket and returned it handily near the computer, and got the computer on to update the Tuesday blog. But my concentration was not good this morning at all. The neuropathy and autonomic nerves in the arm and hand were not playing up much, more the shoulder at the moment, but things can change. It’s the brain causing the aggro.

WDP 003bWD 200.0.0 After about an hour of updating, the usual sudden and urgent need for the Porcelain Throne arrived! I was not going to risk any delay, after the other day, so, I grabbed the stick and moved towards the door. Two or three supported paces and Arthur Itis came to life with a vengeance! Everything changed, the pain was chronic and stiffness too. But I had to get to the Throne at all costs. I limped on to the wet room.

No messing, dressing gown thrown off, PP’s down and got seated. Apart from the oversized amount, things went well. Hardly any bleeding, and what there was looked like it was from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Minimum pain as well. It was as good a session as could be expected. But the system did not clear things when I flushed it. So, hand filling the water box, I got it ready to go again, and this time it cleared things. Phew!

WDP 15R3Wed06WD 200.0.0 I got some fresh PPs on and noticed the old ankle ulcer wound was looking a bit lively if that is the word. A lot more colour in the pins as well. I got the camera and took a snap of the legs. On closer inspection, the ulcer didn’t seem so bad after all. The damned scary to look at thrombophlebitis and the deep vein arterial thrombosis (phlebitis) was getting prominent again. I got the Phorpain gel and gave both knees a jolly-good massaging with it, I’ll take an extra Codeine 30g as well.

It’s funny how easily and quickly things it can change from day-to-day. The blood papules and Clopidogrel maculations don’t seem to bad. When it came to me putting this picture on many hours later, I thought I might have a new ulcer coming underneath the old one? This may shortly mean a visit to the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep Vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic, a mouthful, but I love typing it for some obscure reason. Hahaha!

WDP 10R02L3Wed07Then, as I was washed and about to leave the wetroom, and it’s even harder for me to believe, but I spotted the camera lens cover that I had searched in the wet room for, four times to find last night! This is also worrying. Let’s look back over the last week, at the cock-ups from Inchcock. No, I’d better not, I feel an inefficacious, inferior, inefficient, inept, insalubrious idiot in life, as it is. No need to make myself feel even worse than I already do.

I spent many hours on the computer, making many errors, mistakes and correctionalisationing so often, it drove me mad.

Then, I had a visit from both Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun, and that was the end of any rememberable events, as I settled for a sit-down and recuperative rest. Where I stayed for several hours, not being able to sleep due to the shakes of Shaun, and no chance of logical thought, thanks, Dennis!

I was just feeling ready for sleep as Shaun was easing off, and the landline flasher burst forth. I knew it had to be xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete, who else would know when to call at the optimum time to annoy me! I’m still convinced that when he damaged the recliner, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, that he fitted new clandestine CCTC cameras. He searched for my valuables, which he found and took. I got a bit of them back seven-months later, he had deposited some in his bank account for ‘Safe Keeping’, pawned some of the old bank-notes, and gave many of old coins to his favourite charity (?).

My part in the conversation was acataphasia-ridden, and with the brain not taking everything in, this is only a sketch of the conflab we had; Yesterday, the lad went to the hospital for his test results. NAL diagnosed (the final and longest section of the small intestine. It is attached to the colon). Ilieum Inftona (the third portion of the small intestine, between the jejunum and the caecum). It is slow-growing, and the doctors plan to do a yearly check on his colon. Which is not bad considering what it might have been. The thing that actually pleased the nihilist, was when they told him there were only 240,000 sufferers in the country. That’s done it! As if Pete needed proof of his individuality and Specialness! Hahaha! I was pleased for him, you’ll probably read in the Nottingham Post or hear on Radio Nottingham soon, Nottingham Man with a rare disease offers TV reporters a special-interview rate (£50 an hour) and tours around his home! (£55 plus VAT and £5 fro a cup of tea) Sorry, Pete, I couldn’t resist that!

My appetence for sleep was even stronger when I got back down in the recliner. My insomnia probably came from my nocturnality? Yet I did not actually feel too tired, just drained, depressed and a smidge of self-pity.

WDP 003lWD 200.0.0 At least this Christmas Day I’d got a phone call; I’d not seen or spoke directly with anyone of course, but this is perfectly normal, and I don’t think affected me low spirits at all. Then the facinorous ‘Thought-Blasting’ came again. Then Shaking Shaun returned to join Dizzy Dennis, at least this stemmed the flood of confusing fears, worries, regrets and self-justifications and vindications. But still no chance of any sleep, so I turned on the TV, to pretend to be a normalish person, and watch the traditional holiday film of Dicken’s, A Christmas Carol, with Alastair Sim as Scrooge. I’d watched it, I don’t know how many times since it was first made in 1951, but annoyingly I stayed awake all the way through! Humph!

Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun continued to batter my oleogustustic body. Sleep resisted my efforts. I’d been up for around fifteen hours now. Bored, missing my chinwags and hobbles, generally feeling crestfallen, dejected, down-in-the-dumps and so annoyed at myself for some reason, or reasons!

WDP 03LWD 200.0.0 I felt the need for the Porcelain Throne come on. Which, considering that all I’d had to eat was my traditional Christmas day very-large piece of pork pie all day? Out of the recliner, it was dodgy getting to the wet room, thanks to Dennis and Shaun. I then spent I don’t know how long, sat on the Throne, waiting for the action to start. I did my best, grunting and grimacing, had a go at the crossword book. Eventually, I gave-up, feeling trepidation, frustration and absumption. Had a wash, and weakly, I hobbled back to the recliner.

WDP 003cWD 200.0.0 Dropping the stick as I sat down, stubbed my toe against the recliner’s metal foot, and wanted to cry. But I didn’t. Instead, I left the stick where it had fallen, plumped onto the chair, I silently cursed life, and tried to nod off to sleep, again. Futility came to mind, accompanied by an acceptance of the situation?

WDP 003hWD 200.0.0 The stinging from the middle toe demanded some relief, so I rubbed in some of the Phorpain gel and then dropped the tube from my fingers as the finger-end neurotransmitters failed. I used the handily placed on the other seat kitchen towels, to wipe up the gel from the seat cover, floor my stomach and legs. Of course, bending down to get the gel off of the carpet, merely set-off Dizzy Dennis again, who had been calm, as the stubbed toe replaced him in the urgency stakes.

Depression and exasperation reigned, mangling their way deeply through, into my grey-cell box.

I hope for a better day, tomorrow.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 15th December 2019: Finickity day! Dizzy Dennis visited.

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Sunday 15th December 2019

Turkish: 15 Aralık 2019 Pazar

01Dec 15

23:00hrs, I woke, a few minutes later, this rare for me, soporificness and reluctance to come to life, sent me back into the land of Nod! For hours, I was waking and nodding off again, no willpower or interest in rejoining consciousness or reality. And I could not figure out why. At last, around 01:30hrs, I encouraged my body and mind into enough weak effort and willpower to get out of the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner. This was due to the need for the Porcelain Throne, more than any actual fixity of purpose or desire.

The first really fantastic thing, even more surprising, than finding myself not wanting to rise & shine, was the almost totally pain-free knees when I did get up on my feet and got my balance! Saccades Sandra was making the hobble to the wet room a bit dodgy, but I got there without banging into or knocking anything over.

WD 0.0.255 The evacuation did its own thing and started almost catching me out as I got seated. The removal was quick, not too painful, but so messy and humongously massive again! The cleaning up of porcelain, plastic and myself took ages! I’m glad I bought the Dettol lavender now. Hehe! I still applied some Phorpain gel to Arthur Itis’s knees. I think perhaps the extra applicationalisationing done this past week, might be helping? I’ll keep on coating the knees with other applications.

Took the medications and made a brew, then got on the computer. I had to make a template for this post. Then made a start on it up to here, and began to update the Saturday tale of woes. Which was more trying than usual, with Saccade Sandra’s dysmetria being a bit worse this morning, the new keyboard keys locations causing many cock-ups and much correcting neede. Also, odd madness from the failing finger neurotransmitter.

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Hours later, I got the updating finished. Around 0500hrs, I heard some noises, but not sure what it was. Maybe someone using the waste chute too early? Possible someone had too much Christmas spirit and fell out of bed? Hahaha!

The dreaded ‘Hum’ had been quieter, I thought earlier. But it was like some had just turned it on again! Grumph!

I put some bits on Pinterest. Then I visited the WordPress Reader. Finally, I got around to doing some TFZer Facebooking (Always a pleasure for me).

7Sun05I went to put the kettle on. And another call to the Porcelain Throne was received from the innards. Off to the wet room, with a certain trepidation. The evacuation was fine. But the pins (legs) were looking in a fine mess!

The Peripheral neuropathy affected the right side of the body, resulting in a thinner right limb than the left one! The spider,  varicose and popliteal veins were sticking out a little prouder. The Clopidogrel, blood-papsules, weals, scars, lumps, bulges, spots, bruises, welts, contusions, blemishes and dapples were prominent too!

I’d have thought the Anticoagulation Haemostasis and Deep Vein Thrombosis clinic would have kept a keener eye on the Warfarin blood-test taking, or, I should say lack of them! Hey-ho, that’s how it is. Still, it’ll get betterer now Boris has a good majority, I’m sure. Of course, I’ll be long dead waiting for the NHS to get adequately financed.

Grumble-Sodit-Blast! – Crabs and Grobblecraps!

Before I make a start on Josie’s meal, I’d better get the ablutions done. I was about half-way through, when the door chimes rang out, so wrapped a towel around myself (I must get a bigger towel!), and hid behind the door as I opened it. It was Josie, telling make that she was going out to a restaurant with her Sister for lunch today. I wished her happy eating, and I closed the door, hoping that nothing had been on view, that shouldn’t have been. Cause the right hand had a neurotransmitter-failure problem while I was listening to Josie. The towel slipped a bit. The gal had a little smirk on her face as she went back to her flat. Oh, dear! Still, it was last minute timing from Josie, I was going to finish the ablutions and set to doing her dinner, so no need to worry about that now.

Back to the wet room, and completed my cleansing activities. I have to say, it was a good session, not too many dropsies: toothbrush, razor (3), carbolic soap, Dettol bottle, Germalolid cream tube and the towel (3). No sock-glide problems, cause now I shan’t be delivering a meal, I don’t need to put any socks on.

7Sun06Rubbed some gel; on the knees and had a close look at them. I reckon they are losing their fluid retention already and looked much better than earlier unless it was my imagination?

I got dressed in just the PPs, dressing gown and slippers, and off to the kitchen to turn off the 7Sun07oven first, as I will not need to use it now. This reminded me about the Fridge Tuna I’d bought for Josie to go with her smoked haddock, that is nop longer needed. Is the date on it going to allow me to keep it until next week? I checked on it.

7Sun13I was flabbergasted! The use-by-date on the pot of Indian ‘No need to strain’ Tuna, was May 2020! Can that be right? Was Saccades Sandra playing tricks on me? I took a photo of the tub bottom so I could check for sure. I had to take several pictures before I got one that was not too blurred to read. I’ll test it next week before serving it up for Josie to eat!

The view outside looked beautiful. I decided to take a photo of the cold but bright sunshine. As I opened the window, I nearly got blown backwards with the incoming wind. So much so, that I accidentally took a snap on the camera, the left photo. This came out clearer than any!

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At least it wasn’t raining. Hehe!

I made a brew and got back on the computer. Where I stayed for hours, mostly doing correctional work.

Dizzy Dennis dawned disastrously on me and stayed for the rest of the day. Which has caused/left some memory-blanks?

7Sun14The rice nosh picture found on the SD card, I can’t fully remember cooking or eating. But the taste was still in my mouth when I woke on Monday morning; as if I’d only just eaten it?

I think I watched TV, cause it was still on when I woke.

Inchcockski – Tuesday 3rd December 2019:

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Tuesday 3rd December 2019

Hungarian: 2019. December 3-án, Kedden

01Dec 03

WDPT06LWD 20.20.20 23:10hrs: I woke in desperate need of the Porcelain Throne. Nothing unusual there, but how I rose from the recliner and got to the wet room so fast, I can’t recall or understand, I’m just glad I did it. Once again, only just in time! But it was a worrying evacuation. So much blood from the rear end, not messy at all, no excessive pain either, in fact far less than of late. The volume of the released material was just as ginormous. As it has been regularly for the past week or so. Also, no wee-weeing afterwards, that’s not happened in weeks?

I got things, and myself cleaned up and off to the kitchen. Moved the handwashing onto the airers, they were still extremely wet for some reason? (Most likely the failing sensory Neurotransmitters, were not telling the brain the fingers were gripping to weakly?) I got the saucepan on and took the medications. Made a brew, and carried it to the computer area with me, and set to updating the Monday post. Within an hour and a half, I had taken four wee-wees and had two more mugs of tea! All of the wee-wees were of the slightly more forceful LSDOP (Long-Strong-Drawn-Out-Painful) mode?

I remembered the Iceland food delivery is due today. The urge for another mug of tea kept returning, and I was forever going to the kitchen to make the tea, and stopping at the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), so much so, that it needed emptying and sanitising! While on one of these trips, it dawned on me what had happened.

WDPT05LWD 20.20.20 I had unthinkingly and credulously, forgot to remove the flipping Furosemide, (loop diuretic [water pill]) tablet from the dose-bubble. Which I have been daily for months now, but not this morning! No wonder I’m leaking so often! Haha! This means I shall not be able to get to Arnold and Asda (Walmart), to get the kettle or headphones, for fear of getting caught-out while nowhere near a toilet! I’ll see how it goes, if I can stop the intake of fluid (tea), the urinary demands just might lessen, enough to risk going out. I can hope and do!

Finally, I got the Monday’s Inchcock today finalised 2Tue02aand sent off to WordPress. I sent some pictures to Pinterest. Then went on the WordPress Reader, some cracking stuff on there this morning. Then went on catching-up with the TFZer Facebooking. The wee-weeing was still regular, Tsk!

After resisting the urge for a cuppa for several hours, I weakened. I took two photographs from the unwanted and unliked newish kitchen windows. The worst ones I’ve ever taken, since the stroke! Terrible, blurry, horrible efforts.

The ablutions will need doing shortly. Before the Iceland food arrives.

2Tue03I went to do the handwashing, and the incredible sky changes were taking place. A reddish glow from the rising sun behind the flats kept changing the scene. Into an almost Walt Disney cartoon colouration.

Not a good picture but I took a quick snap of the view.

2Tue04At last, the wee-wees abated. Phew!

STripped for the ablutions, and found the Clopidogrel about the same, the Varicose and spider veins a lot less prominent. Rheumatoid Arthur Itis was giving me some bother, of course, he would. Haha!

2Tue04aWD 20.20.20A After the session, with the usual few dropsies, I took on the painful challenge with my beloved sock-glide, of getting the extra-long bamboo socks on! A struggle that left me with several bruises on the fingers and knees. Hah, well! I’m glad I did, cause they helped keep a warmer on the trip to and back from Arnold.

2Tue05WD 20.20.20 When the Iceland delivery arrived, I found another IC (Inchcock Cock-up) that I’m made. Just look at the size of the Surf liquid soap powder, that I’d bought! I took the shot of it next to a kitchen towel and the China tea mug; to show the relatively massive size of the bottle!  Another Accifauxpa!

I got things ready, and wobbled off down, out and along to the bus stop. A big crowd of Winwoodonians had gathered, and I harkened to the gossiping. The bus arrived, and Mary (Jean) and I got on the side-saddle seats and had a natter en route to Arnold. Mary gt off to go to Wilko, and I stayed on until the Asda (Walmart) store. Where I dropped off the bus and into the shop. I found the kettles and was impressed with the different choices on offer. This caused me a headache, cause I had to pick one out, my dithering and undecidedness came to the fore! I selected one, (£12) in the end but later found out I’d picked a box with a white one in it, not the grey one I thought it was. Never mind.

I went on a search for the headphones, which took me a while to find, but once I saw the dirty-great-big sign hanging from the ceiling saying ‘Headphones’, I located them. I’m quick sometimes yer know, Haha! I opted for a cheap set, that looked to be comfortable to wear, £8, then went on a hobble around the food section. Ending up at the checkout with the kettle, headphones, instant mash and some bread thins. Paying the server, but the machine kept rejecting my card? Luckily I remembered my number, and it took it then?

2Tue06Outside, I took a terrible red-eye photograph, that should have been showing the Nottinghamian pavement cyclist, but he wasn’t seeable in the photo? 

I think he was hidden behind the lady with a stick, who he’s just swerved around. Git!

2Tue07There was a good half an hour before the L9 bus was due. So, I crossed the road and had a look in the Fulton Foods Store for any bargains. But there wasn’t any! Well, there was some extra strong cheddar cheese on offer, shredded, but I had to buy two packs to get the special price. And two boxes of Cheese-Nibbles.

2Tue09I paid the lady who was talking to a friend for the whole transaction. I went outside and took this photograph to the left of the shop. The shadows cast by the strong but cold sunshine and the reflections from the glass made good photography difficult. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it, Haha!

2Tue08Then I photographed to the right. Not too many folks about, but the shops seemed to have plenty of people shoplifting in them… I mean shopping in them. (Or do I?)

The bus stop in this picture is the one I made my way to catch the L9 back to the flats. Mary was sat there when I arrived, and we nattered merrily away about nothing and even less than nothing.

WD 20.20.20 She told me that the Wilko Store she went to was closed, due to a break-in last night! Both of us had our hearing aid batteries run out! So it was a bit of a hit and miss, guessing game what the other person was saying, all the way back to the flats! I think we were both confused by that then!

I opened a box of the cheese nibbles, gave Mary one to try and had a taste myself. She liked them, I didn’t, so I gave her the two boxes. Back at the flats we both walked, in silence almost, again to Woodthorpe Court. Both of us needed to get new batteries fitted. Heh!

2Tue12When I got in the door, I found bumph on the floor. But worryingly, a note from the Phlebotomist who had called while I was out!

No one told me she was coming today, just an email from the Sherrington Park Medical Practice, Doctors Surgery receptionist, telling me she will arrange a visit for the Phlebotomist 5Fri01to call to take the blood!

WD 20.20.20 A check on that Email revealed another cock-up on my behalf! The date was given at the bottom, no timing of course. If they had written the day as well, it might have sunk in easier, but, no excuse. Self-Contempt-Mode adopted, with a twinge of shame!

2Tue10Low in spirits now. I got the NZ lamb in the oven cooking and prepped the other foods ready for the dinner. Got the fodder served up, and enjoyed a feast, but my shame at forgetting the blood Angel was niggling at me.

A flavour rating of 8/10 for the meal.

2Tue11Got the pots washed. Got the new headphones on, and settled down in the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner. Got the TV on, and the new headphones were so much louder and clearer with the new ear-set working fine! I thought, these are not comfortable at all, but I’ll get used to them in time.

I put the ‘For You’re Eyes only’ old Bond DVD on. But it wasn’t for my eyes! Zzzz!

Random, waffling thoughts from Inchcock!

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I think that should be Milliganesqueness?

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No animal (Apart from Inchcock of course) were harmed in this production

This blog is lactose-free & suitable for vegetarians and vegans

No artificial colouring or flavourings were used

Inchcock is a semi-free-range production

Organically reclaimed wording used

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Inchcock Today – Thurs 28 Nov 2019: Health Centre Cancellation – when I was at the Centre! Humph! Phlebotomy nurse arrived, Cor!

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Thursday 28th November 2019

Hungarian: 2019. November 28., Csütörtök

0Nov 28

WDP 03L01:25hrs: I stirred and seemed to be fidgeting, tossing and turning in the £300, second-hand recliner. So much that I thought I might tip the things over, or fall out of it? I stopped the moving about and felt the aches and pains around the body-mass, torso and limbs. The headache was much easier, but Duodenal Donald had replaced it! I pondered on what, if anything, I was dreaming of that may have bought on the nocturnal-moving about-session. But I couldn’t remember even dreaming at all.

WD 150.0.0 4Thu02As I fought my way out of the chair and grabbed the walking stick, the thoughts of the correctional needs that had to be done came into my feeble, yet tortured mind. No wee-weeing, no Throne visit, no tea, and no medicationalisationing. I went on the computer to check the Google calendar.

WDP 02LcThere’s no chance of any rest or respite showing. With the ailments, hearing problems, Peripheral Neuralgia, Dizzies, Tumbles, etc. and lack of mobility ensuring everything is taking far longer to get done nowadays, life is harder now than it has ever been. Peace and Quiet has a new understanding now – there is none! Peace-of-mind is an unattainable hypothetical, fallacy! ‘Mind-Mentality-Condition-Monitor to Defcon Three’

I put the computer into sleep mode, as the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, and off to the wet room. A little bleeding, but expect it is only from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. The following wee-wee was of the USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) variety. Washed contact surfaces and the hands, and off to the kitchen.

I noticed I had not done the handwashing last night. ‘Mind-Mentality-Condition-Monitor to Defcon Two-and-a-half’. No time to get it done today I reckon, too many medical needs to be carried out. I had a generous gulp or two of the pathetically ineffective Peptac antacid medicine, not expecting it do any good for Duodenal Donald (It didn’t!) The stabbing pains continued just as bad!

4Thu03Got the kettle on and took the medications. For some reason, while making the brew, I thought I’d be able to take some photos on Woodthorpe Grange Park, providing I give myself plenty of time and go out early enough. This walk up the hill to the park, through the twitchel and down and right to the end of Elmswood Gardens and into the Sherwood Health Centre. It used to take me around fifteen minutes walking. The last time, with the trolley-walker, it was 35-minutes! So, for the 08:30hrs appointment, I must leave here by 07:45hrs, then I should be able to take some snaps along the way. Gawd, blimey, I’m making plans, I must be feeling in a better frame of mind then?

Back on the computer, and got the Wednesday blog updated. Not much bother today, so few photos, with my being stuck inside for none-arriving medical people and the Rice-cooker leads to come.

I got it finished and sent off to WordPress. Made a start on this post, as far as here, and then went on the TFZer Facebooking to catch-up. A couple very mild, short Dizzy Dennis visits while doing so.

Then onto WordPress Reader. Dare not be late for the Health Centre, a little time left, so I’ll make a brew and have some biscuits before the showerless-ablution session. (Too early, shower too noisy)

4Thu05I set out, taking the glass jars for the recycling bin. As I got out of the lift (elevator), I snapped this shot of the electronic notice board as I checked the right time, and judged if I’d have enough time to take some photographs en route to the 08:00hrs appointment on Elmswood Gardens

4Thu06I tried a few times to take a picture of the bottles in the bin, but they were all too dark. But the next shot came out fairly decent, I suppose. Considering the bad lighting. Chestnut Walk in front of the flats, towards Winchester Court. When I saw this on and how it looked on the viewer, I almost cheered up. But an 4Thu07immediate warning of perils to come, from the EQ, sank me back down again. It’s rarely wrong. As I crossed the road (Chestnut Walk), and int the dark of the trees, the slippery leaves and wet mud, the rain started coming a little, not a lot. (As Paul Daniels used to quip). Is this the warning from my EQ, I thought? Will I slip 4Thu08or trip, lose control of the trolley-walker? Mmm! I took extreme care in climbing the wet soil covered gravel path hill up into Woodthorpe Grange Park. By the time I’d reached the top, after a couple of mini-breaks on the way up, the drizzle had stopped altogether.

4Thu10I stopped at the top, and had a pleasant experience, when a dog being early morning walked, trotted over to me, and stuck his nose into the three-wheeler bag in search of a nibble no doubt! Hehehe! Well, he had to made do with a little fussing, which he shook his tail at, 4Thu09which also cheered me up. But the EQ message remained in my mind. It was quickly getting lighter now the rain had stopped and I turned around to take a shot of Winwood Court down the hill. I had to take about five shots before I got this one that was not smudged so much, the finger-end nerves were playing up a bit.

I cut down through the twitchel, taking care not to have the trolley over, in one of the many ruts in the tarmac from the tree roots. Along the Rise and right into Elmswood Gardens. I admired the plants in every garden I passed, even though many were now at the end of their flowering season, and a lack of insects was somehow sad. (Silly old fool ain’t I?)

4Thu11I even considered carrying the trolley up the step on the corner, while it was almost empty. But when I saw the second set of stairs at the top, along with the wet leaves, I thought better of it, and walked around the corner and used the ramp.

I got inside, and the receptionist window was barred and shut. Ah, had I got the time wrong, I felt sure that the nurse who phoned for me said 08:00hrs? Not to worry, plenty of time to get back for the beautiful twinkly-eyed, highly-desirable Phlebotomy nurse. I had a look around the racks of pamphlets and leaflets, and had a wander around and saw a nurse, who told me to wait at the phlebotomist, no that’s wrong… the Podiatrist area, someone should come to collect you! 

WD 150.0.0 I wandered down to it, and they had racks of leaflets and posters on the wall for me to peruse. Then I spotted a sign that read: “You must register with the receptionist on arrival before waiting here, or you may miss your appointment!” Mmm, not easy to do when the reception is locked up! So, I went back to the big hall, but the office was still closed, so I viewed some more leaflets (there were plenty to pick from). During which, the mobile phone came to life, by the time I had got it out it had stopped ringing, of course, I noticed only the time of the call, 08:10hrs. Obviously, I must have got the appointment time wrong. I saw another district nurse and asked her if she recognised the number, she did not.

WD 150.0.0 The receptionist opened up, but a young chap beat me to it. Not his or her fault, but I had a ten-minute wait until he was sorted. I gave my name and number to the young lady, and she checked on a list and asked me: “Have you not had an email or text telling you it has been cancelled?” in questioning and surprised voice! “I just had something come through on my mobile, at 08:10hrs, that must be it.” So, it seems the now cancelled session was for eight o’clock, and I have been informed by text at 08:10hrs. That was a lot of help! I sarcastically as I could manage, thanked her, and walked out!

4Thu12I took a parting photograph of the Health Centre, as I gobsmackingly made my way home along Elmswood Gardens.

Another cock-up! Let-down! How long can my current run of being shat-on and being disappointed go on for!

4Thu13I took a zoomed-in shot of Woodthorpe Court as I meandered along.

Somehow, despite the lack of rain, the leaves and mud seemed to have grown. Once I got up to the park, using the three-wheeler got more difficult to control. I imagine this was due to the bitter disappointment at being let-down again by the medical people. So many changes to appointments lately.

Going down the gravel hill to the flats was a dodgy exercise, but I managed to keep control, just! And avoided any topples or tumbles. I was in a right stew when I got to the flats, made worse by my having to free the wheels of leaves and detritus before going inside.

4Thu15Without seeing a soul, I got up to the flat, and in a right downer-mood too! There was tap-tapping and the howling droning noise was loud… but, then again, it might have been more noticeable due to the swine at the Health Centre messing me about again! Oh, I was so annoyed!

I started to update this diary, and an hour and a half later, the Beautiful-One arrived to take my blood (The Phlebotomy Nurse). She gave her time to look at the week’s calamities (Below) and had a laugh with me. She cheered me up, no doubt about that. Thank you, petal! ♥

Getting late now, but I had to get some advance graphics done again, only two day’s worth left to use. I don’t know if the Medicine lady will make the appointment or what time she will come tomorrow, if at all.

4Thu17So, on with CorelDawing. But not for long, fatigue and weariness came, so I got the nosh cooking.

The rain came really heavy now, and I tried to take a snap through the balcony window, of a lady bravely almost skiing down the gravel hill path from the park, in the torrential downpour.

Soon the roast vegetable risotto was cooked and then served up.

4Thu20Nice as it was, I almost fell asleep eating it.

I added some caramelised red onion chutney and turkey off-cuts to the dish. A taste-rating of 7/10, but I was so suddenly so tired, I could not finish the meal. I put it down and drifted off to sleep.

I woke with a clattering noise that could still be heard. But I knew not where it came from. So had a search around all the flat, but could find nothing that might have caused the noise, so I don’t know where it came from.

I got down in the xyrophobia-suffering 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 six-months later), £300, second-hand, recliner, and Zzzz!

TTFNski, Go forth and may your foibles and festivities flow with fun. Inchcock.


4Thu04

  • Mon: I had to go down to beg the ILC Deana to phone the Police for me about the Pegasus form, then sort the envelope out for me.
  • And she phoned the Medication Mangement people for me, about a double-booking. Well looked after I was.
  • Then I nipped out to post the police letter.
  • I forgot to mention the leaking tap in the kitchen sink. Grumph!
  • Back to the flat, and I’d missed the Phlebotomy nurse, who according to the note called at 09:30hrs, and it was then 0934hrs, talk about bad luck! The letter said I have to ring the surgery for an appointment.
  • So, after many attempts, I got through to them. I was told I had to go to the surgery for the blood test on Thursday at 11:40hrs.
  • The phlebotomy team called later on and said they would make an appointment again and will come Wednesday (today). I asked if she knew what time, so I could make sure I was in. She said: ‘I’ve no idea, the nurse will ring you before coming’. She didn’t! Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • Tuesday: Worra day. Got up and collapsed in a heap, landing entangled with the walking stick and swivel chair! Dizzy Dennis.
  • Got soaked in the rain going to town. Nearly fell off the bus getting off.
  • Had a Dizzy Dennis attack in Tesco.
  • Then I found myself on the floor in the shopping mall as I was leaving, people all around me, and no idea how or what happened. Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • Trod on a loose paving slab on Goldsmith Street, and got the foot and socks drenched! Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • This made the After-Stroke session hard physically and mentally, and I have many blank spots about what happened in the Physio hall? Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • Got up this morning, no nurse arrived. I was bewildered, had the tumble.
  • Wednesday: Accifauxpa with losing grip and dropping the bowl of handwashing.
  • The Morrison order gave unwanted substitutes, and the apples were all bruised.
  • Morrison did not take off the Voucher for £10 saving.
  • I rang the Phlebotomy to check that a nurse was coming, told she should be here by 13:00hrs, it is now 13:25hrs, no show.
  • So, with the last INR reading of only 1.6. Point .01away from the Red level. Christ, that is so close to having to use the Anoxaprin injections, but what can I do?
  • I then lost the internet again. Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • A headache and toothaches have been with me all day.
  • And I’ve just hit my knee of the sock glide when I went for a wee-wee!
  • I’ve felt cold all day, although the thermometer reads 20°.
  • Following on later: The nurse rang, she’s not coming today, but (supposedly anyway) in the morning, well not morning, twixt 10:30 to 12:30hrs. Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • I must remember Thursday’s much-rearranged arrangements: 08:30hrs: Podiatrist st Sherwood Health Centre – City Care. Leoni Mee has been Cancelled! Rearranged for Wed 4th @ 09:30>12:00hrs – Phlebotomy Nurse sometime after 10:30hrs.
  • Thursday: As I fought my way out of the chair and grabbed the walking stick, the thoughts of the correctional needs that had to be done came into my feeble, yet tortured mind. It was hell!
  • Off to the Sherwood Health Centre Podiatrist. Fought through the wet leaves, mud,  and rain and got there for 08:00hrs. No one on reception. Saw nurse, who said sit in the waiting room, someone should fetch you, so I did.
  • At 08:30hrs I went to see the receptionist; who asked me if had received an email or text, telling me it had been cancelled? Crabs and Grobblecrap! I found the text, which had been sent at… 08:10hrs! So I was stood at the reception when it was sent! Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • I thanked her with a sideways smirk and left to hobble back to the flat.
  • I ended up at the flat with half of the leaves and mud from Woodthorpe Grange Park on the trolley wheels and my shoes. Which took me near enough an hour to clean off before I dare go inside the building! Crabs and Grobblecrap!

Inchcock Today – Sun 24th Nov 2019: Not much physical activity, but psychoactivity aplenty!

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2019 Tnov 24

Sunday 24th November 2019

German: Sonntag, 24 November 2019

0Nov 24

WDP sleepL01:05hrs: I woke, and lay there with uhtceare-ridden fears, worries, and neurasthenia rampant in the turmoil of mentally-handicapping thoughts, ideas, and frustrations blasting away in my mind. A definite reluctance to galvanise my body by getting up and a desire to stay hibernating in the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner lingered. Despite my having already enjoyed about five-hours of kip?

I fought the horrible fears and dysania for ages, having silent conversations with myself, on the merits of getting up, versus those of going back to sleep! This ended with me in a state of dysphoria, but the need for a wee-wee arrived, and eventually, begrudgingly, I rose out of the palace-of-peace (recliner).

WDPT06LWD 60.25.0 I got myself in a tangle with the headphones I’d forgot I was wearing, rose gingerly and caught my balance. I got my four-pronged stick and went to the up-until-now, unused GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) to relieve myself. I was caught out by the ELPSOAO (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) wee-wee that followed! At least it was painless!

WDPT03LWD 60.25.0 The annoying, droning ever-present ‘Hum’ was still with me, all around and very loud again. A Wikipedia link here to this problem: ‘The Hum’. No solutions, though. It’s a World-Wide phenomenon, it seems. Being as it has only recently come to light, I reckon it might be an after-shock of a planet exploding, going into a black hole, or someone has left the House of Commons Cabinet door open! Hehehe! 

7Sun02Off to the kitchen, it was still raining outside. I took the morning medications, jiggled the handwashing on the airers, and made a fine-strong mug of Thompson tea.

I was perking up a bit now, and the gloominess of the earlier mind-blasting was getting less bothersome. I wish I could say the same for the louder than ever mysterious ‘Hum’. Grumph!

WDPT05LWD 60.25.0 As I was about to go and get the computer going, a sudden and urgent need of the Porcelain Throne arrived! I delayed not, put the tea down, and for once with aplomb, used the four-pronged walking stick to hasten to the wet room without any trips or accifauxpas! Things activated the moment my bottom hit the plastic seat. Oh dear! Disagreeably yukky, messy, and a lot of it! Cleaning the furnishings and myself up after the event took me ages, and a bad back too!

By the time I got sorted out and back to the computer, the tea had gone cold. Huh! I left it though and got on with perusing the WordPress Reader, then moved on to updating the Saturday Inchcock Today. Although not many photographs to put on, this still took me an inordinately long time to get done. Fingertip insensitivity to touch being the cause.

Three hours, and four-wee-wees later, I got it finished. Phewski!

Then went of TFZer Facebooking.

Started an idea for a Political funny graphic. Got it done and posted off! Minced Boris

I got some biscuits and made a brew.

The next thing to do, off to for the ablutions to do! Haha!

WDPB01LBy gum, that went well! No toothbrush cuts or shaving cuts. No Sock-Glide struggle (I didn’t put any socks on!), a few dropsies, but you can’t have everything! Got dressed, and made sure the oven was heated up for Josie’s smoked haddock later and put the SoulFood veg chilli in the saucepan ready for warming up.

7Sun04WD 60.25.0 WDP 11fLI found some mail had been delivered. One was bumpf, the other from the CityCare Medicine Team. They have made an appointment to come ad see me on Thursday 28th November, at the same time as my podiatrist’s appointment at the Sherwood Health Centre Clinic! Am I lucky or what? Now I have got to bother someone who will not want worrying, to ring them for me to see if it can be changed! Grumph!

I took two photographs of the misty, cold looking morning, well lunchtime.

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Then set to getting Josie’s nosh prepared. I do hope she is there this week, and not forgot about the meal again. I think she’ll remember, cause I spoke to her when I got off of the bus the other day, so it might remind the gal. I understand perfectly how she forgets things. I’m a bit of a chronically lousy rememberer, overlooker, scatterbrain and memory-challenged chap, myself!

7Sun06WD 60.25.0f I managed with little effort, to burn my arm on the rack as I was taking out the smoked haddock from the oven. I got Josie’s meal arranged and on the wheeled server. Mini-tomatoes sliced and salted, seaweed crispies, tuna in brine with mayonnaise mixed in, gherkin slices, cheesy potatoes and a portion of smoked haddock. A Jack Daniel treat and some mint chocolates for afters. Served it to her flat door, and she answered my bell pushing, all ready for her nosh. We had a quick chinwag, and I wished her Bon Appétit!

7Sun07Back to the flat. I got the cooking things cleaned up. I did a little more TFZer Facebooking and then started to make my own nosh. Which was far less complicated, and needed only one saucepan and one dish to serve the vegetable chilli in. I added two of the mint choc-cakes for afters and a carton of fresh orange juice.

WDP 11gLWD 60.25.0 3Wed01pUnfortunately, when I’d cleaned the saucepan and cutlery used and settled into the second-hand, c1968 recliner to dine, the chilli-fodder was just too hot for me to handle and cope with! I’d had this ready-made meal a few times before, and it was perfect for me then, not too hot. And, I’d added some black bean sauce and sliced tomatoes, just the same as previous times, but the first spoonful was like a flame going down the throat! Eurgh! Never again will try this, too dangerous! I think if I had eaten it, I would have been poorly, in a bad way.

So it got thrown away, I put the bowl of it in the sink, put the sink plug in and ran the cold water over it. Then removed all the bits by hand, so they did not go down the drain, and put them in a bag, which went into two more bags, so it didn’t leak and put it ready to go to the waste chute in the morning.

WDP 11dRWD 60.25.0 Then had a devil of a job getting the red stains off of the sink! (What would have happened in my stomach if I had eaten it? Shudder!) Bleach and Flash were not doing the job! I tried some drain cleaner, and that got it off! A goof rinsing, and a prayer that it will come out all blotchy and faded afterwards. And the liquid got on the burn marks on the arm; I didn’t-half-jump! Hahaha!

I did the handwashing, got it washed, wrung and hung! 

Settled into the rickety recliner, put the TV on, and waited for sleep to arrive. Three hours later, I was still waiting…

Inchcock Today – Thurs 21 Nov 2019: Mind-storm! City Centre Winter Wonderland photos took, today! (Not too good mind, Tsk!)

1 Nov 18

Thursday 21st November 2019

Spanish: Jueves 21 Noviembre 2019

WD 0.50.0 01:40hrs: I semi-woke up, with the mind-blasting away, fretting over yesterday’s Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas, the failure of medics to arrive (Did I get the dates wrong, will they come at all? What to do about it?) Generally, I was in a sad, pitiably pathetic feeling-sorry for myself phase! Which turned into a grumbling, moaning, acceptance of my inabilities to cope with failures, cock-ups, and disappointments. As the fermenting bubbled away in the brain, without the slightest nor inkling of my finding any solutions, the need for a wee-wee arrived to distract me. (And a good job, too!) Off to the wet room.

Having taken an SHLS (Short-Hosepipe-Like-Sensationless) mode of wee-wee, which was unexpected, and with no bleeding from the fungal-lesion, I washed the hands and went to the kitchen.

4Thu02WD 0.50.0 The knees and Arthur Itis were in a generous mood for me. I got the kettle on and imbibed the medications with water. Made the brew of Glengettie tea, and a spirit of fun emerged from somewhere, momentarily, and I put some of the pills on a plate with a knife and fork, to be photographed with the mug! Thinking it would be humorous. The photo, I could see on the viewer, was shaky-blurred again. I checked the hands carefully, and the mini-shake-shivering was still there, as it was when it started, last night. I hope it doesn’t affect the typing as severely today. If it does, then the Inchcock Today will have to be abandoned.

WD 0.50.0 Then I started to sink back into a depression and worrying about things in general. I sat drinking the tea without turning the computer on, and slowly, very slowly, I fought back the fretting, convincing myself that there is no point in worrying about what you can’t change or improve? That only made me feel worse! I always try to make people feel happy and worry when they are not. I can’t change or even control the Peripheral Neuropathy or the Idiopathic side-effects of it. The venous thromboembolism, the metal ticker valve, the Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing, RAI Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, the Fungal Lesion bleeding. Not even can I get the Warfarin level right, walk safely unaided, hear properly… on and on I went, rambling to myself about my medical-negatives! The self-indulgent wallowing in self-pity; then, I turned to the Why-Me-Mode. And thoughts became a little less foggy.

WD 0.50.0 As I pondered, why not me? I am not really a worthy person to receive any luck. I’ve done very little in life. Made a mess of it mostly. But I am blessed with an ability to cope with pain, not with worry and fretting, but physical pain. And not having a social life or partner is a good thing (Not really). If any average person were to get all these issues and discomforts, it would affect them more, and their families. I came to realise that it is not the physical problems that are the worst, but the mental ones, and I can’t get help or do anything about them either. I’d overly diagnosed and confused myself!

WDP14LWD 0.50.0 I hope never to get into a deep-thought session with myself again! It’s a scary, fraught with confusion, turbulence, contradictions, torrents of twisted maniacal unfathomable thoughts in my brain, that are best left alone methinks! So, no answers, solutions found, no plans made, no progress, no hope… and yet I felt a little perkier in myself now. (It doesn’t make any sense, does it, just like life?) Tsk!

There were many clangs, bangs and knocks coming from somewhere close. Not that they bothered me. But such a rarity. The 24/7 humming droning noise all over the place was still with us, that does annoy me. Anyroad-up, I set to on the computer, updating the Wednesday dairy. The finger-ends were not as bad as I thought they might be, although still a little bothersome, calling for much time correcting mistakes. But with not going out Wednesday, there were far fewer photographs to sort out. So I got the whole thing done for about 03.40hrs.

Then went on TFZing on Facebook. Then on the WordPress Reader, and went for another wee, only the second of the day. Anther surprise one. A CMOUSTSTBOWAV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-A-Venom) version, Phew!

Made what was, the fourth mug of beverage, and got on with starting this post off. After another four or so hours, I had to start making up the templates, another long job.

Got them finished, at last, a real brain-tester that was. Especially with all the myasthenia gravis affected finger-tips hassle.

The ablutions went well, even though I hurried them a bit. The only worry was Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding, or rather, stopping it bleeding. Applied the Corticosteroid and Germaloid cream afterwards (the first stings like hell, then the second, very cooling and calming).

I prepared things in a hurry, got my shopping list of three items to get from the Poundland Store, Lavender Dettol, Bread and Batteries (For the wet room radio). Got the black bags on top of the trolley, camera in the jacket pocket, bus pass checked, out to the waste chute and to the lifts.

WDP 13LWD 0.50.0 Bit of a farce with the elevators. Lift one was on the 15th floor, lift two on the ground level. Pressed the call button, lift one went down straight by me to the ground floor, lift two, up to the 15th floor, then down missing me to the 11th floor, and down to the ground level. Lift one then went up to the 15th floor again, lift two seemed stuck on the ground floor, lift one came down, and the doors opened. On the fourth floor, a lady got in, and we chatted. It seems she had had a kerfuffle trying to catch a lift as well! At least we had a little smile about it!

Along the link passage to the Winwood Court and into Oberstgruppenfhreress Warden Julie’s and Hauptsturmfhreress Deana’s holding and interrogation office, dropped off some Christmas treats, then out to the bus stop, by gum, it was cold out there! Had a natter at the shelter. Onto the bus, got side-saddle-seated, crossword book out, and all the way to town, I got one answer. Hahaha!

4Thu03Off the L9 and walked down Queen Street into the Nottingham’s Slab Square. It was a right mishmash again. Temporary overpriced stalls, eateries, rides scattered messily around everywhere. With the ice-rink in the centre somewhere. I could not get in to photograph it on Tuesday, but I found a way in without steps today! I got nestles in a corner of the rink-side for support, and had to take the photos through the side glass, as I could not use the camera with arms outstretched and keep it steady enough. Here are the best shots I could manage. Being the lucky person I am, as I positioned myself for photographicalisationing, a hooter went, and nearly all the skaters disappeared!

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I took some photos in the square, then got out back to Long Row and took some pictures.

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4Thu11I hobbled from the Slb Square, and got to the Poundland Shop, on Wheeler Gate. Where I commenced on an overspending spree… again! But, I did get the batteries, too many maybe? Some Duracell AA for the radio (2x£1.50). And a big pack of 30 Kodak AA batteries for £2!

They did not have any Lavender Dettol, so I got two small bottles of the normal scented. Another drain unblocker (Essential if one lives in my beloved if it can go wrong – it will, 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!) A pack of Warburton’s ready-sliced Wholemeal cobs, some nuts, Cheeslets, Twiglets and yoghourt nuts. Turkey breast slices, and a bottle of Balsamic vinegar. Joined the long queue, got to the self-serve tills, and a young lady put my things through in a flash. I think she thought it would be a lot quicker doing it herself than me fumbling about dropping stuff etc. and free a til up sooner. She was 4Thu12right too! I thanked the gal, but she was too busy to hear me, I think.

I got outside and readjusted the weight distribution of the bought products, between the carrier and the trolley bag.

Back into the Slab Square. I had a walk around taking photo’s, South Parade, Exchange Walk, Exchange Arcade, and out into Long Row.

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Long Row stall, where I bought a pair of tatty gloves, but they were warm!

I bought a pair of gloves from a stall on Long Row. They were not wrapped like the others, the supposedly stitched on crap labels were half hanging off… but they fitted, and were lovely and warm.

The Exchange walk picture reminded me of the Wailing Wall. With the row of Cash Machines giving out cash and statements that made people wail? Hehehe!

I got to the L9 bus stop just in time and was soon off on my home. Out came the crossword book, and to my amazement, as I flipped through trying to get some answers to the many crosswords still undone, I worked out five… I say Five answers! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

Island

Dangerous parking, same place as today, photograph from last week

The bus pulled up, away from the kerb behind the one in front at the flats, but the driver had no choice, as cars were parked around the bus turning island again. Frank kindly came over as I got off last and helped me get the trolley down. I thanked him, and walked through the Winchester Court foyer, though the link-passage into the big Social room.

A good few folks in there from the Social Hour 5Fri14earlier, and for a coffee meeting I think. I said Hello to Obergruppenfureress Deana as I passed her and got no reply, she did look busy, bless her.

Through the comfortable warm Winwood to Woodthorpe link corridor, and into the cold Woodthorpe Court lift lobby.

A little chat with a chap going up to the 11th floor, and removed the untouched sign I’d left in case the rice-cooker lead had been delivered, but it hadn’t, got in, no wee-wee needed?  And got the kettle on and took the medications. Put the purchases away, and got the dagwood sarnies made using the wholemeal cobs I’d bought.

4Thu21aMade a salad of sorts. Seaweed, apple, cooked beetroot and the chicken slices and tomato sarnies. Enjoyable nosh that was. A flavour rating of 8.5/10!

The expected weariness and fatigue arrived, and I thought about doing the handwashing, but fell asleep instead. Haha! When I woke up an hour or so later, I knew I was going to regret having to do the handwashing when the morning arrived. I put on an old, rare DVD, a BBC one, The Day of the Triffids, from the TV. I did nod-off a few times of course, but I got to the end, 156 minutes long!

As I turned off the DVD. Pondered on whether or not I needed a wee-wee, and nodded-off, until 01:40hrs. When I needed the wee-wee and Porcelain Throne, urgently!

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

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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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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!