Inchcock Today: Tues 2 Apr 2019: Mystery object found, Warfarin Blood test, got wet in the rain, Internet problems and fell asleep so easily!

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Tuesday 2nd April 2019

Irish: Dé Máirt 2 Aibreán 2019

23:55hrs. Woke and remembering straight away about the doctor’s appointment at… wait for it… 0715hrs this morning! (The note I’d scribbled and left on the computer screen to remind me helped! Hehe!)

I scrambled out of the £300 second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner, in need of the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket. A new brand of wee-wee this morning. ESBOWW (Extremely-Short-Blast-Of-Wee-Wee) one.

2Tue01Got the Health Checks done, again the sphygmomanometer operated first try. Glad to see that the Pulse had gone down at last.

I imbibed the medications, and as I was putting the kettle on, the regular summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. On my way to the wet room, it dawned on me how easily I had got out of there liner and walked about? Never the same any two 2Tue02consecutive mornings.

The evacuation went well and was not too messy. Some more blood from the rear end, but far less than yesterday. I’ve put this on the pad to tell the nurse about later.

Checking out the pins (legs) I was well-pleased with how they looked, approaching normal almost? I thought that maybe yesterday’s hobble had helped in this at first. But, the history of these pins has always been so changeable. So I’m not sure.

Cleaned up and finished making the tea, and on the computer to try an catch up as fast as I can, or I may end up being late for the Warfarin blood test? These plans were not helped by Mr Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet when it went down… Again! Swine!

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I pressed on when it returned and got the Monday post finished. I needed three ESBOWWs while doing the update. (I hope things don’t catch me out on the walk to the surgery!)

2Tue04I made another mug of tea, and that annoying noise was around again. More of a tap-tapping noise but distant.

I had a look and listened outside, but heard and saw no possible cause of it.

Yesterday I mentioned this to some tenants, and two of them said they can hear them, too!

I’ll have to get the ablutions started soon.

2Tue03wd 0.0.255b As I was putting back some things I’d washed up, another mystery presented itself!

I found this plastic whatever it is on the window ledge? I honestly can’t remember seeing it before, and have not the foggiest idea what it is?

Lifes sleight-of-hand, chicanery, trickery, skulduggery, dissimulation, Accifauxpas, nasty surprises, Whoopsiedangleplops, unfathomability and mystery seems to cling to me nowadays! Just something I’ve noticed. Hehe!

05:20hrs, I got on with the ablutions. A stand-up style of course, too early to use the noisy shower yet, I’m afraid. I was a smidge surprised, that when I managed to cut myself under the chin in several places with the razor, no sooner had a washed the blood off and splashed some of the ‘Brute’ aftershave on it and winced a bit – they all stopped leaking, almost instantly? Yet another example of 72, Woodthorpe Court mysteriousness to ponder over! I’m glad that the previous tenant, Mary, got out before the aliens, ghosts, Bol Weevils, spirits, and Cursed Bad Luck dawned on the apartment. Come think of it though, it was probably me they wanted to punish, not the flat. Hehe!

Got the Anticoagulation Deep Vein Thrombosis card filled in and put it in the jacket pocket. Nibbles for the staff in the bag, and set off out to walk to the Sherrington Park.

As I ambled along Chestnut Grove in the semi-light, the sky was again blue. I took two shots on the way. The first one being of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, with its number 72 flat being afflicted, plagued, tormented, hoodooed by cunning ghostly aliens. Presumably having arrived from somewhere between the Twilight Zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the spacetime continuum, issuing forth illusion, delusion, & hallucinations, on a daily basis! I know this, those lucky ones that are unaffected will not comprehend my misfortune! Oh, I drifted off the plot there for a moment, sorry! The second picture has the nearly finished Extra Care Winwood Court and the Winchester Court displayed.

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A few spots of rain in the air, but it was not cold at all out there. I walked along, feeling a lot better than I have for a long time.

2Tue08Not many folks about yet, well not on foot, a bit traffic though.

The mind went on one of its deep meandering sessions as I walk on without any bother down Winchester Street onto  Mansfield Road, turned left and before I knew it, I’d gone up the hill and down finding myself in Carrington. I’d timed it to perfection. Got in an logged on at reception, and found myself telling the receptionist all about my recent problems. Well, it gave her a laugh if nowt else.

Nurse Nichole came out to collect me. I told her about the problems too. I mentioned the lotions that Tim Price told me about, she said for me to tell the Doctor before I bought any to make sure they would not clash with all the other medications I am on. She took the blood and went through the DVT card with me. She also explained, that the diabetic socks, when I get them, should be replaced every six weeks, I have to request replacements. I informed her of my problem in getting them washed every day, Nichole 2Tue09told me to wear them for two days. We managed a smile and laugh, I thanked her, handed over some nibbles, and departed, noticing through her window, that the rain was now a bit havier outside.

When I got out, the umbrella was utilised.

wd 0.0.255b The walk back into Sherwood was not so pleasant. The feet started 2Tue10to sting a bit and Back Pain Brenda kicked off. Hey-ho!

As I git back into Carrington, I thought I’d get some bread from the Continental Store. Their sourdough sliced bread is good and tasty. I should have gone up the hill to the Post Office shop and got some my favourite large sliced Polish Sourdough, but the rain put me off the 2Tue10aextra walking to get there. I bought some bits, including a beef tomato to have with the sarnies later.

I plodded dwon to Winchester Street, aware that the walk up the hill, was going to take alot more effort and pain that the walk down it earlier.

2Tue11The rain was much lighter now.

A lorry was parked on the corner of a side street, and the motorists were getting a little annoyed at it, indeed

As I took the last of the photographs of the scenario, somehow or other the Volvo managed not to hit the grey car pulling out blind into the traffic. If they had clouted each other, I could have sent the picture to the Nottingham Post and been famous? Haha!

2Tue12bMaking my way slowly up the hill, I came across a piece of Nottinghamian Street Art in the gutter. Tsk!

Further up the incline, I came across a bit of Nottingham Nature. Natural, from wild flowers and weeds in the hedging near the fencing.

2Tue12cSomething about this warmed my heart. No idea what it was called or anything about it, I just had to admire how the plants force their way through.

I was struggling a bit now with the feet and back. I was so glad I had not gone to the top shop now.

2Tue12dAt the 40 bus stop on Winchester Street Hill, I cmae across some more Nottinghamian Street Art in the shelter. I suppose that this spot is vandalised so much because there are no CCTV cameras nearby, at it is a relatively unsused spot without any local population about?

The last leg up to the flats took a lot of effort to 2Tue12eget to. After the terrain got flatter, I felt easier, and walked along Chestnut Way, stopping at Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana’s window, where she was working and exchanged a few words and cheered each other up methinks. 

As I plodded on, the rain lightened even 2Tue12ffurther, but the lads were still working in it.

I reckon they were in ‘Let’s watch the Tarmac cool down’ mode. Hahaha!

I had take few minute respite at this stage, as the Kidney Kevin’s aching began to give me some grief. No idea why, its not usually so sudden in coming on. Still, all was well and al lot easier shortly. I moved on and got in the flat.  I dropped the bag and hastened straight to the wet room. Ah, that might be thereason for Kevin Kidney’s intervention!

2Tue12gI put the bread and bits away, got the kettle on, and thought I heard some shouting from outide. I went on the balcony and cut my hand trying to open the spring cli to have a nosey.

I didn’t owt that could been the cause for the shouting.

Made the brew and got on the computer to update this post.

2Tue15After an hour or two, I thought about some food intake.

I ate it all up. A flavour rating of 8/10 given.

I took the medications, and put a Doctor Who DVD on the box.

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Inchcock Today – Mon 1st April 2019: Out and about, photographing, chinwagging – Great Day!

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2019 April 01

Monday 1st April 2019

Italian: Lunedì 1 Aprile 2019

01:25hrs. I woke, reluctantly, and resisted any encouragement of movement or brain activity as long as I could. The main expergefactor was the need for a wee-wee; that forced me to move my oleogustus body out of the £300 second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner and the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). A rather pathetic UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickle-Wee-Wee) followed. After making an effort to get to this bucket, this was most disappointing! Hehe!

I was well drained and still tired, as I responded to my stubbing my toe on the way to the kitchen, with a few silently mouthed well-chosen unchristian-like words.

1Mon01aGot the Health Checks sorted out first thing.

The hemadynamometer operated at the first try. Sys is still low, and the only thing that concerned me a tad was the pulse: Like yesterday, it was showing 103? I’ll look this up I think, hang on, please… Oh, seems to be okay according to what I could find out on Google, high-end but alright. Then why was it for two days earlier on 69? All the ailments must affect it in some way? Tsk! Made a brew and got the computer going to update the sad Sunday post.

1Mon02WD 51.0.0 The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived and diverted my attention, off to the wet room and the Throne. The evacuation was easier than of late, but still messy and a lot of deep-rich-red-blood came from within. It didn’t appear to be from Harold’s Haemorrhoids this time, well, not the external ones anyway. No pains or aches from the rear-end area were there?

WD 51.0.0 I checked the pins out when I put on some fresh PPs. The knees seemed okay. I can see still a face in the knee on the right. Can you see it?

But the shins and ankles were not very good.

Around the ankles were getting to look a bit overactive with the blood papsules, blotches, spots, and swelling, spoiling my youthful appearance. Hehehe! The left foot and lower leg was still more fluid-filled or swollen than the right one again, but, the bent toe seems to have righted itself somehow or other?

I’ll be glad when the socks and glide arrive. It’s only been about three weeks though since they ordered them for me. So I mustn’t complain. I was surprised initially that they didn’t prescribe some cream of some sort. But, of course, after the nurses told me that with the nerve-end problem, there is nothing, no treatment that will help, I accepted things how they are. At least they have tried to make things easier for me to change the socks, well, of course, I haven’t got the equipment or unique specialist thin, comfortable hosiery yet, to find out if it will work or not. I’ll be miffed if I snuff-it before it arrives! Hahaha!

As I finished off, I needed another wee-wee. Definitely an upgraded status one this time, an SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like-Wee-wee) style one.

Back on the computer and got the Sunday blog updated and sent off.

Around 04:00hrs, I heard some odd noises again coming from I know not where, I thought they were from somewhere well above me at first, but at times they seemed to be coming from elsewhere. Very peculiar. Hard to define what was making the sounds. Moving furniture perhaps, with the odd rattling sound in between? I rather hope its not the concrete crumbling, Hehe!

1Mon06Then it sounded like it was at the front of the building? I looked out of the unwanted, light & view blocking kitchen window and tried to have a look to see if I could find the cause.

Of course, looking straight down from the unwanted new windows to see anything, over the dirty great window ledges, fitted, would mean using the step ladders, I was not prepared to use them at the moment, I’ve tumbled off of them a few too many times. Did I imagine this noise or what? Am I going potty?  No, I just this second heard a dull thud sound, followed by a whooshing noise, then nothing? Ah, it’ll be the Aliens sending in reinforcements or a replacement army of Weevils, perhaps? Hahaha!

Had another wee-wee, still an SPSHPLWW version, and finally, I made a start on this post.

Another SPSHPLWW, then another Porcelain Throne visit. Messy, but no bleeding this time.

Virgin Internet down again!

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As I went off to get the ablutions done, the lower legs felt just like there had worms wriggling about inside! The scrubbing-up went well, got the attire adorned, and dropped some black bags in the chute on the way out, and a recycling bag at the caretaker’s door.

Hobbled along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

The aroma of burnt toast greeted me, much to the amusement of all the tenants in there. We all agreed, it made us feel hungry! Hehehe! Several mini-chinwags, mostly of a complaining and moaning mode.

1Mon07As I departed to join the others at the bus stop, I couldn’t help but think that the assembled ‘huddle of residents’ that might have been holding a prayer meeting? Hehehe! Either that or they were brewing up some dastardly plan. But most likely they were examing and criticising Roy’s new deadly to the ankle and knees of others, four-wheeled shopping trolly. Haha!

I had a nice nattering and stirring things-up session, en route to town on the bus with Mary and Kath. Off the bus, farewelled to the gals, and went into the Wilko store. Where I spent too much on things, I did not really need and came out with: Wilko Liquid Soapflakes (Needed). I couldn’t find any Magnesium tablets. And several bags of sweets. Guilt Mode Adopted! Tsk!

1Mon07aNext, I called in the Poundland Shop. This visit ensured the shopping bag was well-filled when I left. Guilt Mode moved to Defcon Three!

Chocolate nougat, jelly buttons, liquorice comfits, Mini-pork pies, chocolate peanuts, Strawberry trifle pots, egg & bacon ready-made sarnies… there was no limit to my greed and shame! As I left the store, I could hear some absolutely horrendous wailing of someone singing and trying to play the guitar, seemed they were using a microphone that distorted the chronic singing voice, not that it mattered, but it was just too loud!

1Mon07cAs I walked along Upper Parliament Street, at the traffic light junction with Milton Street, I was alarmed at seeing people crossing the road against the red don’t walk lights.

Particularly the woman with the red hair and dress, shoving her baby nonchalantly across, and the chap on sticks (who would have difficulty avoiding any car coming at him). But this is always happening on these and other crossings. The three deaths and nineteen injury accidents suffered there in 2018, did not seem to bother them at all.

I came across the source of the terrible wailing as I turned into Clumber Street. I took a photo of the guilty earsplitting, bedizened, perpetrator, a street performer who looked like a cross between Worsel Gummage and the Wurzel bloke with a beard! I put this picture more prominent, so it would show the real highlight: The young girl, fresh from Primark shopping with her bag, and that absolutely fantastic expression on her face as she looked with amazement at the weird and in disguise for some reason, imitation street musician. Priceless!

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1Mon08I limped through to the end of Clumber Street and took a shot with a difference on the corner, (showing the street sign of Clumber Street) and the back of the Council House.

I had a walk through the Exchange shopping arcade inside. Sparse of customers it was as well!

1Mon18Where I found one of the many empty units had been reoccupied, as a Barbers Shop. I looked for any signs of a price list, but couldn’t see any. Be it is costly – if you have to ask the price, you can’t afford it! Hehe!

I stopped on Long Row, to watch the police struggling to remove a shoplifter from a nearby store. She just didn’t want to get into the car! I decided against taking any pictures.

1Mon08aI wandered into the slab square. Where I did a spot of memory-recalling, of what it used to look like, and some of the things I got up to back then and the people I did it with. It didn’t do my confidence any good, though.

So I turned my attention to taking some 1Mon11photographicalisation.

I went to Long Row and positioned myself to take a closer shot, and some pigeons caught my limited attention.

Then the mind went off on a tangent again. How do these birds survive? It is not allowed to feed them. So, how do they live on the crumbs dropped by the take-away-food drunks? Mind you, there are plenty about.

I then pondered on the Brexit farce for a while. But that soon gave me a headache with the frustrations.

1Mon09I took a picture of Long Row. And that set off the memory-recalling again. Sad innit?

Griffin & Spalding, now replaced with a Debenhams that is on the verge of closing down. The Arnold buses, the number 40 and 41 trolleybuses that used to have stops along Long Row. The Lyons Corner Cafe, the Alleyway with the record shop, the time I had pigeon poo dropped on both shoulders within second of each splat… on my new Teddy Boy coat as well! Eventually, I pulled myself away from the pointless, often painful 1Mon12reminiscing.

As I made my way up Queen Street to get to the bus stop and home, a rare, almost strange sight was beheld. Two imitation police officers out and about! I should think that between them they might have weighed about 12 stone. But size isn’t everything… as many a gal has told me over the years! Hehe!

I met with Kath, and we limped up together to the stop. Nattering as we do, you know. Mary got on at the first stop, and chinwagging flowed en route back to the flats.

1Mon14On Chestnut (Don’t-get-knocked-over) Way, I took this shot of Mary and Kath, before Kath nipped over the road to her flat in Winchester Court, as we said our farewells.

Mary had bought herself a new four-wheeled ankle and shin destroying shopping trolley. Exactly like the one that Roy had bought.

1Mon15It looked like the Winwood Court was getting close to completion now. It will be very lonely and quiete when they finish. Mind you, we will still have the Fire Alarm Sprinklers and new communications to be installed.

As Mary and I walked along to Woodthorpe Court, the tarmac was being put on near what 1Mon16will eventually be the bus turnaround island.

We eventually got to our block of flats, and I got out of the elevator, wishing Mary all the best, as she went up to her 15th floor flat. She will be moving soon, to an apartment in the Sneinton Dale complex.

1Mon17In the flat, the usual fatigue overcame me.

I took the medications, noon and evening.

I was not up to doing any updating of this diary. I got the nosh prepared, an easy task. Ready-made egg sarnies (Very nice!), potato hash balls, Sicilian tomatoes, Marmite cheese buttons and a couple of mini-pork pies, and consumed it all! Followed by a strawberry trifle.

No opportunity to do anything else, too tired. I put on the Doctor Who DVD and was soon in the land of Nod. Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Thur 28 Mar 2019: I woke all sort of confused. But got more so as the day progressed. A niggly, frustrating day, with the odd sweet highlight! Tsk!

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2019 Mar 28

Thursday 28th March 2019

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02:00hrs. I woke up after the broken night’s sleep, with Headache Henrietta still keeping me company. The mind was unusually active for me; busy, it was a mixture of fears, worries, and dissatisfaction with how things are progressing at the moment. I considered my worth and abilities as incompetent, my self-evaluation was low.

WD 153.51.0 I lay there in the second-hand £300 ci1968 rickety recliner for a couple of minutes contemplatively mulling things over. As usual, there were no answers found, no targets or aims set, no solutions presented themselves, and a distinct lack of interest suddenly came over me. I conveniently stored away from reality the emotional fears and wants in the ‘I can’t cope with this’ storage section at the back of the brain, praying they would not return later to chafe, rankle, necrotise, and torment me. (Knowing full well that they would!) By gum, I’d woken in a right emotionally unbalanced state, this morning! Still, after having guiltlessly sent the ruminations and fears to Coventry, I actually felt a little easier, with less theorisationing and practical mental work being needed to fret over!

Getting my heifer-sized-stomached body and protuberate short torso out from the recliner, was an amazingly easy task today? Arthur Itis was absent, fair enough the knees were stiff, but not really painful at all. What’s going on here? I gained a semi-perpendicular stance and trotted off for a wee-wee.

WD 153.51.0 Which requires a further description for you to understand just how different this was to any that had gone before. As a classification, I’ve had to write a new one. I graded this and all the ones that followed today, as a DTAOWWTH (Dribble, tinkle, and-all-over, wee-wee, that hurt). I really should not have bothered, but the sensation that came with each release, told me I had was about to release a torrent of fluid. But never did? What next, Huh! When I was already in the wet room, conveniently, the Porcelain Throne was needed.

4Thu001A fairly good evacuation. Washed up and had a perusal of the legs with the aid of the camera.

I wonder if it really was my wearing the bamboo socks that have made the pins look so much better this morning? The toes felt more comfortable, and didn’t feel so cramped up if you know what I mean?

The few blood papsule had appeared, but no new spider-veins. The fluid retention was still there, but it was shared-out more evenly now, between the top and bottom halves of the pins, the ankles, and tootsies.

I’m already missing the gnarling of the knees. Like the nephelococcygiac I am, I enjoyed finding figures and patterns in the old knee cap area. Hehe!

Took the morning medications with an extra Codeine Phosphate to try and ease Headache Henrietta.

WD 153.51.0 I made a start on updating the Wednesday Diary and got it posted off to WordPress. Taking just three more DTAOWWTH wee-wees, and had an attack from Dizzy Dennis while I did it. 

4Thu05I got the Health Checks sorted out. With the sphygmomanometer needing three tries to get it to work.

Results looked fair enough apart from the Pulse going down to 72, from its previous readings of 90 for the last three checks? I didn’t use the scales today. (Well, I just knew I didn’t need them to know my weight had increased!)

Off for another DTAOWWTH. Even less flowed this time, and it had lost its colourisation?

WD 153.51.0 I checked the Emails.

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This means I will have to miss the third social hour in a row; if I collect them today. If I go tomorrow, I’ll miss seeing Jane and Pete! Life stinks sometimes!

4Thu04I don’t know why, but the brain started thinking of comestible eatables. Whatever I end up having for my nosh, later on, it will include the Nayoora Sicilian Marina tomatoes. Having unthinkingly paid a pound for each of the toms, I intend to enjoy them! Haha!

The Liberty-Global, Virgin Internet service was slow and kept going down and I could not save what I had done

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As I made a start on creating this load of tripe, I had to take another DTAOWWTH. The colour was very pale again.

4Thu05aIt was 06:25hrs, already.

I made a brew of the wonderfully tasty Glengettie tea, and photographicalised the scene through the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen windows, with its unreachable in safety to clean panes of glass.

Red sky in the morning – Shepherd Warning?

WD 153.51.0 Back to the computer, and… Tsk! I got this updated as far as here and went on the WP reader section.

The wee-wees were lessening now, one more and then they seem to have stopped altogether? It appears that phenakism is now creeping into my everyday life (Using the word, life, in its loosest sense). Hehe!

Then got the ablutions sorted out. 

WD 153.51.0 The activity of getting the PPs and socks on afterwards was worthy of being filmed! It would have come close to the merits of an Eric Sykes or Spike Milligan class script. And probably have earned some Comedy Award of some sort!

In defiance of things being a tad confused and my irritableness with things going wrong lately, I was in a decent mood, as I departed the flats to go to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, desarcination depot, Rumourmongering Clinic, habrobaniacal-elimination booth, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.  

2019 Feb 26aI spoke with Pole dancer, Leutnant Untersturmführeress Warden, and perimeter Guard Machine Gun nest Officer Deana.

We chatted, and in the hopes that she might pass it on to the other tenants when the Winwood Social hour began, about the Email and my I had to go to the chemists to pick up the prescription for the sock-glide and the socks. Because I could not see me getting back in time for the start of the Social-Hour.

4Thu06I said my farewells and set off, on the hobble to Carrington’s Pharmacy. With a feeling of oblectation; at the thought of at last getting the sock-glide and hosiery at long last! I thought of my beloved TFZer on Facebook, who mentioned the blue skies in a comment on one of last weeks photos, when I saw how blue they were again, as I limped down Winchester Street. Sandie, Janet, Marie, Shirley, and Linda I think it was who mentioned this. ♥

I walked down and left onto Mansfield Road. Where I called in the Oran International Food centre store. I came out with a loaf of bread, three slices of Polish pork shoulder, and a packet of Lemon Cream Wafers. Oh, and some Silesian thin cooked sausages.

I went all the way up the road and out of Sherwood and was going down into Carrington before I seemed to know it. The feet reminded me. Hehe! I pressed on with more of a 4Thu09struggle, after this. Tsk!

WD 153.51.0 As I pressed on, a naughty Nottinghamian Cyclist passed me by. I turned back and took this photo of the young ‘Herbert’. This does no good, I know!

WD 153.51.0 Minutes later as I neared the Carrington Chemist shop, another Nottinghamian Scum-Ball Pavement Cyclist was approaching me in the centre of the footpath, and he was riding with no hands guiding his handlebar! With pedestrians all around him.  I don’t mind in the least if he should fall off of his chosen form of transport and break a leg or more hopefully bleed to death before help can arrive.

But his putting others at needless risk, annoyed me. So much so, I spoke a few words to him as he went by me. I did not swear or curse, I just pointed out his antisocial riding on pavements was not only illegal but a danger to others, especially, when he was not in proper control! Oh, Yes!… In return, he questioned my parentage, told me to Go forth and multiply, and stuck a finger up at me. He added as he rode away, that I was a silly-old-man, but he used different wording! Ah well, the poor young unshaven thing was obviously too scared to ride his bike on the road a yet a cable bully. The lady all in black, behind the one in an amber coloured coat, advised me not to upset him, even if he was in the wrong, he’s a thug! I wish she’d been able to warn me earlier. Hehehe!

WD 153.51.0 Full of hope and expecting to pick up at long last, the prescriptions, I went into the chemists. The moment I got that infamous look that said: “Oh dear, him again!” I knew I was in for a disappointment.

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But, he did say he could phone me when they arrive, ETA a couple of weeks! I meekly pointed to my ears, I was devastated, I could not find the words or will-power to tell him about my hearing! He offered to send me an email, and I gave him my address.

A very let-down, disheartened, irritated and pissed off old man Inchcock muttered a thank you, and left the shop!

4Thu10I went to the bus stop, already too late to get any benefit from going to the Winwood Social hour, not enough in time.

I spoke with some pigeons at the bus stop. This really impressed the other people in the queue. Tsk!

But I was on such downer, it didn’t bother me. I couldn’t remember feeling so browned off, 4Thu11narked, resentful, aggrieved, piqued and irritated with things for many a year! And I felt a touch guilty about it.

While waiting for the bus, I took a shot of the blue sky over Carrington, I can post with some others to the TFZ site.

When a bus did arrive, it did not stop when a bloke put his had out. I didn’t notice if the PSV 4Thu12was full or not, and that was why he didn’t pull in. Oddly, this did not bother me?

Caught the next bus into Sherwood. I crossed over the pelican crossing and made my way to the Hall Street request stop. There would not be another L9 for forty-minutes yet, but a 40 bus that would take me part-way to Winwood Heights was due in ten-minute, so I caught that up Winchester Street, walked up from the bus 4Thu13stop, back to the flats.

Walking up by the garage and dry cleaners, I spotted something I missed on the way down Winchester Street earlier.

A lovely bit of Nottingham inherent nature.

As sweet as any rose methinks.

4Thu13aaI got to the top of Winchester Street, to Chestnut Grove, and took this photograph of the Winwood Heights in all its glory.

The small white cabin on the left, is the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. Where I was headed to try and catch at least some of the Winwood Social meeting.

I felt bad at having to miss it again. I’m sure the NHS keeps making appointments on a Thursday just to keep me away from it. Haha! I got in, but sensed that I was a naughty boy for being so late! Although, Cyndy, Gaynor, Doris, Nora along with and Frank. Bill (William on Sundays) were kind enough to have a natter with me. Even if it was one-sided with me wanting to moan about things, bless um! It was soon time to get off back to the flat, and it was a pleasure to be able to walk Nora back home. Which cheered me up!

Said my farewells to Nora as she left the lift (I should have taken her to her door really, Grumph!) and got in the apartment and got the computer on to update this blog, which took me until 16:00hrs! With the usual delays from Mr Fries!

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4Thu27I made some sarnies and chips for the nosh.

Such a tiring day, I fell asleep, into a deep welcoming, forget-your-woes, sleep.

WD 153.51.0 The landline light flashed. T’was Jane’s Pete, it seems I had missed sending them a link to the blog for yesterday, and they were concerned.

A niggly, frustrating day, with the odd sweet highlight!

 

Inchcock Today – Mon 25 Mar 2019: The day began well, then the medical fiascos kicked off again! Humph!

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2019 Mar 25

Monday 25th March 2019

Punjabi: ਸੋਮਵਾਰ 25 ਮਾਰਚ 2019

GC blue01wd 0.0.30 00:25hrs. I woke in a desperate need for a wee-wee! I disentangled my grossly oversized-wobbly-stomached torso and body from the second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner, stubbed my toe against the large Ottoman, swore silently, and grabbed the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket, and had a wee-wee of the VSHLP (Very-Short-Hosepipe like Painful) variety. Before I had finished, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived! Off to the wet room, I trudged.

1Mon06wd 0.0.30 The evacuation was unbelievably significant and voluminous. I feared that the three floors above in the flats may plumbingly get things blocked. Hehehe! It needed a couple of flushes and a bowl of water to clear things away. 

wd 0.0.30 I checked out the pins (legs). As per every other morning, they had transformed into different looking limbs again, from the day before. I’m glad that yellow flesh tinge had changed back to the more natural pale, anaemic tone. The pigmentation on the lower chins had acquired a reddish colour, a few new blood papsules, but the fluid retention had lessened a lot. The knees were not so gnarly either. The leg-ulcer looked like it was about to burst into activity again, slight swelling and this also is turning more red coloured.

What a start to the day!

wd 0.0.30 I returned to the recliner and noticed some guilty signs of nocturnal-nibbling scattered around. Self-loathing and disgust emanated from within! A small almost emptied tub of sweeties lay on the small Ottoman, laughing at me! In the waste bin, was an empty packet of Stilton cheese biscuits and Cheeselets! Crumbs were spread over the cushion, and the carpet will need to be vacuumed later! Now, I felt such self-contempt. Which at this point, any elaboration would be incommunicable, without resorting to language that I do not wish to use. What a prologue to the day’s events!

1Mon02I got the kettle on and did the Health Checks.

wd 0.0.30 I think that things were confusing me again with the readings. The Sys had tumbled, the Dia shot up, the Pulse to the lowest its ever been, and the temperature at 33.5° was lower than it has been for months?

Hang on, I’ll check in the mirror to see if I’m still here… Yep! Hahaha!

Had a wee-wee, they have now changed into the VSWWW (Very short-Weak-Wee-wee) mode. Then got on with updating the Sunday Inchcock Today post.

Another VSWWW to add to the two I needed while doing the blog, was taken.

I checked the emails. And spent a few moments pondering on today’s needs, which were not a lot, but posed prospective problems to this Nottingham Pensioner. I have to collect the socks and Glide machine from the chemists in Carrington today. I just hope that they will have been delivered by the time I get there. I cannot get back home on the bus afterwards, at least, I imagine I will not be able to get on the bus with the Glide? I must call at the Sherringham Medical Practise on the way to the pharmacy, to ask for a Sample pot. There was something else, but I’ve forgotten what it was. Tsk! I’ve also got to find a way of getting the socks on after doing the ablutions later this morning. That’s going to be fun, although a more suitable word comes to mind than fun, but, I mustn’t use bad language. Haha! I just hope that the wee-wee demands die down before I have to go out.

Made a start on this Inchcock Today.

1Mon07Got the ablutions sorted out, bins to the rubbish chute. Took a recycling bag down on the way out, dropped it at the caretaker’s door.

Made my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and 1Mon07apottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. Where I had a natter with some residents, Doreen, May, Kath and Roy amongst them. Not many laughs this morning, mostly listened to complains and moans.

No Obersturmführeress Warden/Guards, the office all locked-up, blinds down. I hope they are okay. Still, the hut had been opened up.

More of the gang joined us, and we moved out to the bus stop. We mingled with the Winwood Heights mob already at the bus stop. Where I did manage a few laughs and natters. I dropped off in Sherwood and got a loaf of the sliced Polish sourdough bread from the Post Office shop. Then over the road and caught a bus into Carrington.

wd 0.0.30 It was packed to the rafters, and fighting my way to get off of the bus was a challenge! Hehe!

1Mon07cI called into the Sherrington Park Medical Practice and asked for some urine sample bottles, which the lady handed to me. Thanked them and off out to walk down to the Lidl store first, then to pick up the Sock-Glide and socks from the chemist. I bought some Rosti sticks, lemon yoghourt, Melton pork pie and battered sliced potatoes, and paid at the self-serve tills, then out and to the chemist.

wd 0.0.30 Which is where the previously good part of the day ended! They knew nothing about the glide or socks! So, I had to hobble back to the surgery, in search of clarification. They were very busy, and I kept letting folk in who were obviously there for an appointment, and waited until the rush died down before telling my Tale-of-Woe to the first receptionist that came ‘free’. I explained as precisely and accurately as I could, what happened at the Mary Potter Centre and what I was told. She had a lool on her computer and told me to take a seat while she checked things out.

Which I did. After a short-while of my doing the crossword book puzzles, the young lady waved me go to her. Which I did.

wd 0.0.30 It now appears, that the glide and socks are going to be sent to Sherrington Park later, and I will have to go back to the surgery to collect the articles. I assume they will need to show me how to use and make sure that I can use the glide safely? She kindly offered to send me an Email when they arrive, and I can make an appointment to collect them.

My Disappointment and frustration Scale went to Defcon 2! Hehe! And, the feeling that nothing will ever go right medically again permeated through to the grey-cells!

1Mon07dI thanked the receptionist. And decided to walk back to Carrington, partly to get some of the albeit cool, sunshine on my body, and allow me to rid my mind of the twisted thoughts within, and reclaim some form of belief, purpose, faith and confidence.

(It didn’t work like that, of course! Still, no wee-1Mon08wees were bothering me, so all was not a disaster!

The Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist and there were many I could photograph in time, or, to be honest, I couldn’t be bothered, I suppose.

1Mon09So low were my spirits. I should have known better than to even think that anything might go right for me.

Maybe I knew (EQ) all the time that things would not go to plan with the socks and glide. I just keep occasionally failing, to accept that my 1Mon08alife of Woe has and will always be frustrating, annoying, failing, defeating, harassing, intruded upon, fraught, perturbing and plagued with my inadequateness and a dearth of any success!

wd 0.0.30 Then, as I had to hobble between a Pavement Parked Royal Mail van, I 1Mon09abanged the bruise on my left arm, on the telegraph pole!

I feared that I was having an inner-battle against endogenous depression. I even considered having a nervous breakdown, but I didn’t have the time to. Hahaha!

1Mon10When I got into Sherwood, the sky and clouds looked so beautiful, although it was not very warm with it. I stopped for a moment for a spot of nephelococcygia. What I found was a duck, in this nephogram on the right.

I wonder if you can see anything?

1Mon11I was so pleased to see that the Nottingham City Council have now arranged for some meaningful efforts at population control to be activated in Sherwood at last!

I declined their kind offer of walking into the middle of Mansfield Road, all the same!

The plates of meat (feet) were starting to give me a lot of grief. But, that was not a bad thing at all, It helped take away a degree of the moroseness I felt at being let down again with the glide and socks. Thus the self-pity dissipated.

1Mon12I limped on, and waited at the bottom of Winchester Hill, for the L9 bus.

I took this picture of the clouds opposite the bus stop.

When the bus arrived, it was full of Winwood Heights tenants, some of who greeted me as I got on. A tremendous little chinwagging session tool place and they allowed me to tell them of my medical farce. This made a couple of my fellow residents laugh, I like it when I can give someone a laugh! It cheered me up a bit too.

1Mon13When we got back to the flats, I joined a little ganglet of about six Woodthorpeonians, on the walk back to the block. They soon left me trailing.

By the time I arrived at the lift lobby, all bar Roy, who no doubt could not fit into the cage with the girls, had gone up in the lift. I snapped him as he monitored the elevators. Haha!

As I waited to chat to Roy, I had a couple of Dizzy Dennis visits, out of nowhere. Bad ones, too. Had a parting laugh with the lad, off the lift and into the flat.

Took the medications, with an extra Ramipril. I’m not sure if these help with the dizzies, but I think they might. A wee-wee, and got the food prepared.

1Mon14Buttered Polish sliced sourdough bread tomato sarnies, ham hock and some of the potato Rosti sticks. And very nice too! Mind you, I was feeling hungry! I ate everything up. A taste rating of 9.3/10 for this effort.

Whatever followed is unclear. I  woke a few hours after I must have drifted off, the tray and plate on the side seat, the TV on, and the bottle of spring water was almost empty.

I got up for a wee-wee, washed, took the evening medications.

I recall getting my infamously flobby body back into the £300 second-hand recliner. and thinking what a clot I was not to have taken the tray and plate to wash – then having a cracking Dizzy Dennis session. And… Zzzz!

 

Inchcock Today – Fri 22 Mar 2019:

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2019 Mar 22

Friday 22nd March 2019

Africaans: Vrydag 22 Maart 2019

WD 0.0.194b 23:25hrs. I woke with a fleeting flash of fleek memories of the dream I had been enjoying so much. The mind lost concentration for a moment, while the Sock-Glide equipment took over for a few seconds, and I looked forward to getting the metal frame and socks from the Chemist next week. Try as I might, I could get back in touch with the dreams memories after that! It didn’t half nark me. Proper irked I was!

5Fri001WD 0.0.194b The moment I attempted to heave my heavily-stomached, plump, wobbly torso and bloated legs from the ci1968, haemorrhoid bothering and making bleed worse, second-hand £300 rickety recliner, boy, the pains from the ankles were not friendly at all.

It was then I realised I had not followed the instructions of the nurse at the leg ulcer clinic yesterday, to desist from wearing socks in bed! The most galling part of it was that there is only me to accept the blame! I then spent a few moments lambasting and chastising myself, and showing self-contempt, using a few well-chosen, if naughty, silent words! If anyone else had said to me, what I uttered to myself, I would have probably cried! Tsk!

5Fri002WD 0.0.194b I was getting to my feet when a wee-wee caught me out. I had to run to the wet room, as I had put away the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket), with me not needing it for a couple of days or more now. But the Wee-wees were back now, and not messing about. A spillage occurred on my way to the wet room. Now not only was I annoyed with myself, but embarrassed with humiliating myself! Self-disgusted! Good job I have plenty of the PPs (Protection Pants). I had a good clean-up in between my wincing and muttering to myself. I got the EGPWWB, disinfected it and placed it near the computer chair, in readiness for what I believed would be many more mini-quick-needed usages to be made of it. I decided not to go out today at all, better safe than sorry.

Dressed and to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and made a brew of tea. Got the kettle on and had to respond to the call to the Porcelain Throne. At least this evacuation wasn’t too bad. Washed and made the brew.

Health Checks okay I think. Sys 150 – Dia 70 – Pulse 89 and temp 34.2.

Next, on the way to the computer with the mug of tea, the need for the EGPWWB returned. I only just got to it in time, despite it only being four foot away from me! An SSPPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Powerful-Wee-wee).

I got the appointment dates put on the Google Calendar. Next Tuesday workmen visit, The Leg Ulcer checks and a reminder for me get the frame and socks from the chemist. I also sent an Email requesting the next INR Warfarin blood test for a week on Tuesday, not heard anything back yet. (Later heard it was for 07:15hrs, sent a that is alright, thanks Email back).

I got on with updating yesterdays hectic happenings on the diary. With so much, having happened, and so many photographs taken, it took me until around 04:40hrs to get I all finished and posted off. Only two wee-wees needed while doing this, both of the same SSPPWW variety.

I went onto the WordPress Reader section.

Nearly got caught out with a wee-wee then, Phew!

Prepped din-dins. Battered chicken, chicken min-sausages. Sweet & sour sauce, added tomatoes. I lost the photo that I took, from SD card into the ether! Humph!

Medications were taken. Wee-wee.

WD 0.0.194b A cracking Shaking Shaun session put an end to doing anything but sitting down. Which is just what I did.

I woke up much later, unaware of what had taken place.

Inchcock Today – Tue 19th Mar 2019: A right bleeding day, for the fungal lesion, nose, haemorrhoids and blood test wound. Tsk! Hey-ho!

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2019 Mar 19

Tuesday 19th March 2019

Hawaiian: Pōʻalua 21 Malaki 2019

23:50hrs: I woke without the usual reluctance this morning. Probably because I fell asleep sp ridiculously early yesterday! I slowly moved the limbs to test the pains and aches after the Monday Marathon Hobble that troubled me so afterwards. I knew the biggest danger would be when I got up on my poor feet. I gently moved my legs and feet to an area from which I could stand up from the shortest distance when I’d got the £300 second-hand, ci 1968, rusty-rickety, refusing-to-work recliner.

wd 0.0.255b The old recliner had not failed me before. Yes, it had shaken and whined a bit the odd time, but now it was point-blank refusal time! I tried pressing the button a few more times and then decided to logicalise my situation. (A brave move I thought, Hehe!) I could see the light on from the socket points in the extension plugs, so I knew I had not had a power-cut. I reached out to the small Ottoman and turned off the recliner plug, took it out and put it back in and turned it on again. Wallah! It worked. At this point, I started sneezing away and blowing my nose, and neither stopped repeatedly coming for several minutes. I used up a full new kitchen towel roll. But all is well now. Puzzled me a bit that did.

wd 0.0.255b I got the recliner down and hauled my pot-gutted flobby body out and in an uprightish position, very wearily. The phalanges were tender and painful when I moved the limbs. The interphalangeal joint was fine though, no bother. The calcaous areas were both extremely tender and sore. But, overall, I was pleased with how things were this morning, so much easier than last night!

2Tue06The legs felt and looked a lot better than yesterday. Although very much more on the anaemic, pale side. The arm and everywhere else on the body looked pale as well.

wd 0.0.255b This was when, as I bent my arm to take the picture of the legs, I felt then realised that the blood taking cover was blood-soaked inside. No blame on Nurse 2Tue01Nichole. It was a good thing that she had put on the exterior plasters, they held it all in. Nurse Ann only uses a tiny round plaster and no cotton wool, so I was pleased with this.

The fool who is to blame, is the bald-headed, plastic heart-aorta-valved, duodenal ulcered, Angina and Arthritis suffering, kidney problemed, waiting for a new hip and knee caps, bespectacled, hearing aid wearing, Nottingham pensioner with the leg ulcer and a bleeding fungal-lesion, with the bad memory, lack of confidence, and is colour-blind, who lives in Woodthorpe Court! Yes, Me! Guilty Again! I foolishly hobbled on my marathon to town, and kept swapping the bag from the left to right-hand as I usually do, to even the burden and forgot all about the wound! Tsk, Schmuck! Oy Vey!

Off to the Porcelain Throne, for a session that was messy, but nothing compared to the lower regions fungal lesion that had also been pouring out the haemoglobin. Perhaps I should cut down on the Warfarin doses? Another uncomfortable cleansing and creamings session was needed. I didn’t change the socks, cause I’m not planning on going out anywhere today.

Up and down day so far. I went to get the Health Checks done. The sphygmomanometer operated the first try.

2Tue03

2Tue02Aha, the sys had come down a fair bit at last, perhaps too much?

I looked up on Google what the acceptable readings should be for a male fool of my age. It gave me: 120/80, though the risk of heart disease can begin to increase once blood pressure reaches levels of 115/75, a systolic range of 120 to 139 and a diastolic range of 80 to 89. I’m more confused than before I looked! Mind you with the problems I’ve got: I expect these figures might not be applicable?

They can’t even get the Warfarin level right. I have only ever once got the target figure right in all the years since my ticker operation. Mind you. I’ve been close a few times. Hahaha!

I got on with the updating of the Monday blog. It took me a long time. Went on the WordPress reader section. Hello, the internet signal failed again!

Virg 255Got it back a few minutes later. Made a start on this post.

2Tue07Then, after a few hours, my mind turned to things of a jentacular nature.

I got some cornflakes and a mug of tea and watched some YouTube funnies while I consumed it.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Where the evacuation was messy and the ensuing struggle to get the socks and new PPs on, proved to be a Battle-Royale, I could have done well without.

2Tue08Fell asleep on computer seat!

After the rain stopped, I went out on the unwanted, letting rain, rubbish bits, and wind in, view and light-blocking balcony, to take a picture of Chestnut Way below. I managed it without trapping any part of my anatomy in the metal spring release tab.

As you can see, the ‘for our safety’ temporary footpath is not very popular with some of the tenants. Hehe! Then I got the Health Checks done.

An unwelcome visit from Dizzy Dennis put an end to my doing anything constructive after that. I merely sat in the £300 second-hand rickety recliner with the TV on, but not viewing much, as the mind tormented me with fears and worries. Got a nose-bleed for some reason?

No meal tonight, but I did nibble some bits of fodder ( I found the nocturnal nibbling signs in the morning, Tsk!)

Eventually, I drifted off to sleep. I was woken up, with my mate Michael stood next to me! I had left the door unlocked, just as well cause this meant he could get in to see me! I was half-asleep, I cannot recall all that we spoke about. I know that I felt a bit poorly. Well, more out-of-sorts and discombobulated. I’m sure I did most of the talking if memory serves me right, but recalling what it was we spoke of is an ambiguous mystery.

I nodded off within seconds of Michael leaving. ZZZ!

Inchcock Today – Sat 16 Mar 2019: A tediously natterless, unexciting Saturday. But, I got tons of graphicationalisationing done!

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2019 Mar 16

Saturday 16th March 2019

Croatian: Subota 16. ožujka 2019

GCB05d23:45hrs. I woke up with the brain in confusion. The regular rampage of fears, embarrassments, and uncertainties kaleidoscoping around harassing my mind, like a nubivagant bird in turbulent skies. Determined, irritating, disturbing, and tenacious.

Fortunately, the moment I tried to move to check if any nocturnal nibbling signs were about, the pain from the boil, Duodenal Donald, and the bloated-hard legs, rid me of these brain-bothering discomposures. 

WD 0.0.0a I operated the lift button on the £300, second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner, it worked on the third press, and as I stood up, the smarting sole of the left foot was so tender, it made me jump and I toppled-over onto the foot-ottoman! After extracting my lumbering jelly-mould-stomached body from the footrest, I had a feel around for any injuries. Apart from a bit of scraped skin and a small blue bruise already coming up on the shin, all looked and felt well. My embarrassment and frustration were not. Hehehe!

6Sat04I limped to the kitchen to get the kettle on. I opened the unwanted unliked new window, with its glass I can’t access for cleaning and its view-blocking, light stopping thick frames, and took this picture, while I waited for the kettle to boil.

That chug-chug noise was heard again. And, I did not have my hearing aids in?

WD 0.0.0a The summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room. A messy evacuation. The boil on the bottom was tender, too. The Fungal Lesion had been bleeding. The boil on the thigh seems to have disappeared? The bum-boil stung something awful. Duodenal Donald turned a bit nastier. The leg-ulcer feels like there are worms inside and resisting scratching it is hard. And then I dropped the crossword book into the toilet bowl! Not one of the most comfortable starts to a day I’ve had. Haha! But, I have had far worse, so, no going off into throwing a moody mode from me this time.

6Sat03I checked the pins. It looked like the leg-ulcer really was making a comeback. It seemed to be getting redder than it was last night. The tingling and itchiness are getting stronger. Still, maybe this will not be a bad thing if it does return. Then I will have something to show the staff at the  Mary Potter Health Centre, instead of just photographs of what it looked like eight weeks ago when I first visited my Doctor, and she took a swab, and said ‘In about two weeks you will hear from the Health Centre with an appointment for them to look at it. The little fibber, her! Hahaha!

Got the cleaning up and medicating done, and returned to the kitchen. Made the brew and got the Health Checks done.

6Sat08

6Sat06The resulting figures seemed okay to me, apart from the increase in weight. I’ve never been heavier in my life! I hoped this was just due to fluid retention, but I don’t know.

I imbibed the medications and creamed the three areas in need.

02:15hrs. Back to the front room, and got the computer on. Then I realised I had not taken any Furesomide tablets. So I had one-and-a-half, to try and clear out the water from the painfully bloated legs. Being a Saturday, I will not be going out, so in case the wee-wees start coming, it will not matter. I got out and disinfected the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) ready, just in case things get over -wee-weeish. Haha!

03:15hrs. Making a start on updating the Friday blog, and the first wee-wee arrived. It was in the style of an LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee), but without any splash-backs on this occasion.

I pressed on with the diary. 03:40hrs. The second wee-wee activated. I only had two paces to take from the computer chair to the EGPWWB, but only just made it in time! This time it was an ELDOPWW (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee). I shook some of the freshener capsules into the bucket afterwards, and they frothed up and nearly came over the edge of the bin! Blimey, what’s in my wee?

Posted of the diary and made a start on this one. Went on the WordPress Reader section.

06:40hrs. Then went on CorelDraw to make up some page header graphics. Got them made up by 0915hrs and made a brew before going on to create the templates. All this time, Iand I only needed one wee-wee? A bit concerning having taken the Furesomide?

Made the brew, and pored it out to brew for a couple of minutes. I spoke too soon about the wee-weeing, I had to hasten to the EGPWWB, and have a UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickle-Wee-Wee), despite the feeling it was going to be a hose-pipe-like job, it wasn’t?

Washed up, and fetched not as warm as I had hoped mug of tea. Tsk! Back on WordPress to make up the drafts. All done at 11:10hrs. And with only one wee-wee being needed. Very complicated, trying to work out why it is not flowing, especially after my taking two Furosemides?

I got the kettle on.

6Sat29Fodder readied. The mini-chicken-sausages and potato mini-hash-balls were delightful. The highlight of this meal was the seasoned baked beans, though. Here is my recipe (using canned beans in tomato juice). Seasoning: half a teaspoon of demerara sugar, generously poured over distilled vinegar, mustard and two big spoonfuls of Chinese sweet & sour sauce! Mix the added ingredients and leave to marinate, stirring occasionally. When you get the saucepan on the heat, keep the heat on low, but for a long time. I did mine for forty-minutes on the lowest setting, then, just before dishing it out, I turned up the heat, and stayed watching over it and stirring all the time. (From the best selling, Inchcock Craddock Cookery Ideas. Hahaha!) Bootiful! 9.2/10.

Got down on in the recliner, and turned on the TV. Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis while I was watching Norman Wisdom’s ‘The Bulldog Breed’. I can’t recall much after this.

Inchcock Today- Wed 13 Mar 2019: Piddly day!

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2019 Mar 13

Wednesday 13th March 2019

Irish: Dé Céadaoin 13 Márta 2019

23:25hrs. Woke, and I could hear the howling winds, without the hearing aids in! Extracting my bulbous, broad in the beam, blimp-like, flabby, stomach-distended body from the second-hand, ci1968, rickety, rusty recliner, was surprisingly easy this morning. I rose and made my way to make use of the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was back to the Messy-Mode. Lots of cleaning up to do afterward. 

To the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks.

WDP02A I was going to open the unwanted light & view blocking window, to take a picture of the rain that was accompanying the gale force winds blasting head-on into the building. But when I went up the stepladder to open them, the wind was so strong it blew the window in and rapped me on my left knuckle as I closed it again. Humph, good start to the day that! Did the Health Checks.

3Wed01a

WDP02A For some unknown reason to me, the Sys had shot up again, and the pulse remains like it has been for the past three days, high? Made the mug of tea, and took the medications. Then, had another call to the Porcelain Throne. (Mmm?)

WDP02A This visitation to the Throne proved to be one of the worst ever for me. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were bleeding away. Little Inchies Fungal Lesion 3Wed05a1was flowing blood all over the place. Crickey, this is not good! After getting things cleaned up, and partially stopping the lesion bleeding.

Maybe the lesion was stretched as I climbed the stepladder?

WDP02A I went to wash my hands, and the left hand had a Colin Cramp attack and distorted. The agony was almost insufferable, but it only lasted for a minute at most, then the fingers realigned.  Luckily I had taken the camera in with me to make an updated picture of the pins (legs), so I managed to get this shot of Colin-Cramps efforts. Hehe! Changed into some new PP’s. But felt unconfident that I had stopped the lesion bleeding, I’ll have a check again later on. Dread-Mode-Engaged! 

3Wed001I took a photograph of the legs back in the kitchen. It might sound odd, even for me, but the first time I looked at this photograph when I downloaded it later, I thought for a moment that the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) had left some eggs in my legs and they were coming out of hibernation under the skin! There were that many new tiny blotches appeared that looked the same shape as the weevils do. Haha! A bit of reddening here and there gave the pins a bit of colour for a change.

Had to make another brew of tea, to the computer. Updated yesterday’s Diary, and eventually got it finished and posted off. 

Despite the baddish start to the day, apart from the Fungal Lesion still bleeding, I was feeling rather chirpy about things. There’s no accounting for or reason for this, as far as I can see? 

I did a little TFZer Facebooking, then went on the WordPress Reader. Checked the Emails. One from the Sherringham Park Medical Practice had arrived, with the INR blood test results, and an appointment. ‘Good afternoon Mr Chambers your INR results are as follows; INR is 5.2. Next test is due on the 18.3.2019 I have booked you an appointment for 9.30 am.’ This result, may go some way to explaining the Fungal Lesion bleeding so profusely? The level is higher than the target level. Thus, the blood will be much thinner of course.

3Wed05a1aI made a start on this post. Hearing the moaning winds, I thought I’d get a photo from the new unwanted balcony. When I got out onto the shell, the gaps in between the windows ensured that it was windy, wet and uncomfortable in there. I realised that reflections could not be avoided, but did my bestest to take a shot of the rain-soaked scenery.

3Wed05a2WDP02A As I was closing the sliding door shut, I caught my left arm, right on the bruising I’d collected when tumbling off of the stepladder yesterday, against the handle. Klutz!

I went to the kitchen to get some Germolene to put on it. I had not noticed earlier, how the bruise was coming out at last. I also spotted how the hands were so pale?

It started stinging and hurts when I lift the arm or stretch with it now. Humph! Yet still, I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself, or annoyed. I just felt (EQ maybe?) that things were going to get better later on? It’s incomprehensible the way I was keeping my pecker up. It’s not that I never have any good luck, I probably do have real good fortune, quadrennially. Hehe!

As I went back to updating this blog, yet another call to the Porcelain Throne arrived! Fingers crossed that the fungal lesion bleeding had stopped or at least slowed down, I made my to the wet room.

WDP02A Cor blimus! Another extremely messy evacuation. On the plus side, the fungal lesion was only bleeding a little bit now. The other side was Harold Haemorrhoids that were ensanguining rather severely; however, they responded to the medications. Had a good clean up of the room and myself, made fresh brew and back on the computer. 

Thoughts turned to things of a jentacular nature. I had run out of cornflakes, so decided on a pot of porridge, and some Highland Shorties.

WDP02A Back to the computer, Facebook was coming up with Error messages. Always something goes wrong when a Windows Update comes in like I had earlier! Thank you, Mr Gates. Then… Thank you, Mr Fries!

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So, I got some turnips, mushrooms and onions prepared and into the slow-cooker, with some Basil flavouring.

3Wed08Back to the computer, it was going again now, but rather jittery. The Ocado order arrived. The fancy tomatoes, planned to go on my vegetable and tomato sarnies for dinner, looked different and attractive. The Sicilian green and some Spanish Blacks.

I started to make up the funny ode post. Took me a few hours to complete, but I think it is humorous enough to be blogged.

Got the ablutions and medicationalisationalistical duties as needed.

Took the black bags to the waste chute, and made up a white bag of recyclables to take down with me on the way out to Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room hut.

3Wed09The highly decorated and attractive looking foyer had suffered from things being blown in with the very extreme winds every time the doors are opened. The gale continued.

It was hard walking in the strong, but not cold winds along Chestnut Way to the shed. I wondered if some of the more frail tenants would be able to get out at all. Which of course, brought the thoughts of the L9 buses being cut to every two hours from 09:30, which will mean only five or six buses a day in the week, as they do not run in the rush hour. Spirit Levels Dropped to 30%!

Riechsführeress Warden/Camp-Guard and Ex-Tiller-Girl Julie was in. Had a natter and some nibbles I’d ordered in error were accepted. Brenda (I may have got the name wrong, not good with them you know. Tsk!) and we had a laugh, moan and nattering session.

Despite the almost hurricane winds, I stopped a few times en route back to my beloved Woodthorpe Court to take some photographicalisations.

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Back in the flat, I did the Health Checks, had a wee-wee (a rare thing today, Hehe!), and went to update the diary…

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WDP02A Again! I turned everything off, rebooted box and computer, to no avail! Thank you, Mr Fries.

3Wed12aThen, I got the sarnies made, a different variation today. The mushrooms, onions and turnips went well with the tomato sandwiches.

Despite my being on a low, thanks to Mr Gates and Fries incompetencies, uncaring nature and their obviously obsessive quomodocunquizing, acquisitiveness, and the voraciousness of their libidinousness for self-profit, gain and aggrandisement. Thank the Lord that neither of these blasé, callous, impervious to humanity, money-grabbing-gannets didn’t become politicians! Jealous? Me? Hehe!

Tried the computer once more, it started fine. Tsk! Too tired to do anything now.

3Wed12aaLast Health Checks were done.

Got into the £300 second-hand recliner, with two moulds of filled with fluid again legs, and thoughts permeated from the brain: Somehow, I have to get out for a sample pot, buy a pair of too large for me shoes, for the Mary Potter leg-ulcer clinic visit, and get the kitchen done. Oh, dear!

ZZZ!

Why Inchcock’s Confidence is at an all-time low. An Ode, laugh and a truth”

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Thoughts that Inchcock considers as vital information to pass-on to the younger generation, in a bid to help them decide when to top themselves.

Knowing what is coming to them in old age.

Here starteth the THOUGHTS of WOE

My confidence is at an all-time low,
Things I need, disappear, memories don’t flow,
What’s right, wrong or real, where to go,
Sometimes frustrated, I’ve a wee-wee overflow,
I can’t play an instrument, trumpet or piano!

I fall asleep anytime, anywhere, stunts my workflow,
A bag-of-nerves, no confidence, I’m going loco,
Will I ever regain my sanity? I just don’t know,
Losing my mobility capabilities is a severe blow!

Just some of the programmes I miss watching, though,
Red Dwarf, The A-Team, Heartbeat, Boon & Columbo,
All on Freeview now, but I can’t watch them though,
I can’t stay awake long enough to watch a TV show!

I eat foods from Idaho, Sesotho, Mexico, Morocco,
Montenegro, and Puerto Rico, as my stomach, does grow!
I can’t see my feet when stood up, you know!
Lost Faith in Muslim, Christianity, Gnosticism & Shinto!
In Tellurians, politicians, banks, and Boll-Weevils, too!

Getting up in a morning is a pitiful, painful fiasco,
As are bending, stretching and lifting things is also,
But the mental side, the brain burst into a crescendo,
But no ideas, aims, plans, designs or manifesto,
Always, I use the feeble excuse, “I’ll get it done tomorrow!”

In depression, moroseness I will often wallow,
Meekly go along with others, revealing no bravado,
The only solution is a brain transplant to undergo,
Then I can take lessons, in Judo and Aikido,
Become a Champion, a success, make lots of dough!

Go on TV with Richard Attenborough,
Defeat my enemies, crush my foe!
Become admired, a local hero!
Get a job in Santa’s Grotto!
Or should I just get blotto?

Just a few of the daily ailments below that you can expect.

I didn’t put the Kidney stones, blood poisoning or Mental Decay on the list for fear of making it sound a tad too bleak for the ankle-snappers!

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