Inchcock Today – Friday 13th December 2019: Humph!

1 Dec 13

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Friday 14th December 2019

Bosnian: Utorak 14 Decembar 2019

01Dec 13

WD 100.20.0 22:35hrs: I woke, to the sound of the dreaded ‘Hum’, and the rain belting against the balcony windows. It was coming through the many gaps in the windows. And dribbling down onto and underneath the wooden slatted base. Where is was gelling with the many fallen from the plastering, powder and crumbs already fallen. Much of it disappearing underneath the slats. I was strangely interested in this and lay watching for a while. My imagination saw the mess under all of the balconies was getting heavier, and eventually, the weight would cause the collapse of a few of them. I knew if this happened, I would be the one on the balcony at the time. Probably, I’d be unlucky enough to survive and have even more pain and pissed-offedness. Then the thought of the upcoming struggle to get an appointment at the Doctors lingered for a few seconds. Then I was annoyed at needing a wee-wee, meaning IO need to get my hog-like, but wobbly body free of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner.

The odd mood I woke-up in; meant an end to my moments of uhtceare. With klebenleiben, and clinomania shaken-off, a sort of semi-coherence returned to the brain, and I rose up; onto my feet. Grabbed the stick, and hobbled into the wet room. While I was waiting for the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee to finish, it occurred on me, that Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were all in a good mood with me! Nice!

Off to the kitchen, and turning the light on, the effulgent lighting seemed to piss-off Saccades Sandra, and an inner cascade of jumping colours and unfocussed kitchen parts flashed around. I had to stop where I was until it got less bothersome before moving on. Yet this did not start off Dizzy Dennis at all? No matter, I was pleased about that. I got the kettle on, moved the handwashing onto the airer, took the morning medications and made the brew. Then I gave Arthur Itis’s knees a good rub with the Phorpain gel, maybe it didn’t need it with the joints not playing up, but I thought it an intelligent decision anyway.

WD 100.20.0 Back to the wet room for a heavy-duty evacuation. Oh, dearie me! Bloody, painful and messy. Back to normal then. Haha!

WDP 14LWD 100.20.0 I got on the computer to update the Friday Inchcock Today diary and found that the fingers were giving my mini-quiverings and making typing work very difficult. Ever correcting. But I had no choice other than to keep pressing on. I eventually got it done and posted off to WordPress.

Then went on the TFZer Facebooking. Made a brew and had a look at the current state of the nation, electorally. Not what one would have wanted, but there you are. A lot more results to come in yet, I think.

5Fri01

Thoughts turned to jentacular desires. So I made another brew and had two mint-biscuits. Ah, the good life. Hahaha!

Then I had a look at the WordPress Reader. Then rechecked on the voting.

5Fri02

I had a go at getting some graphics done for the next template. I only got one done, then had to get the ablutions done.

5Fri004

Just a thought, but they used to make use of a machine (1906 -1907) for automatically recording votes, a psephograph (1906 -1907). Too reliable, maybe?

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5Fri08I’ll get a clean up then. Back in a bit. I took a snap of the cold outside view. Peaceful looking, idyllic too. Huh!

Well, I had to utilise the Porcelain throne first. No discomfort and no bleeding. The dropsies were not too many (he says trying not to tell you how many), the sock-glide was accident-free! Afterwards, when I was all polished and perfumed ready for dressing, could I find my £2 wristwatch with the £10 strap and £15 battery? I took me ages, so long, I thought I might need another shave by the time I found the watch! Haha!

 

Checked the flat, flapped about, lights, taps etc. looked over. I took the back bags with me to the waste chute when I departed along with the white bag for the recycling bin.

I got down and to the Obersturmbannfhreress, ILC Wardens Control Room and Holding Cell, nibbles issued, and out to the big Winwood Social room. I accepted a few put-downs from Welsh William and had a natter. Moving through the link corridor to the Winchester Court lobby, and waited there along with some other tenants, to avoid the rain, until the bus arrived. The wind and rain greeted us as we left to get to the shelter as the buses came.

5Fri09I had a go on the crosswording en route. Dropping off on Upper Parliament Street. The rain still with us. Straight into the Poundland World, to get some Dettol Lavender and toilet blocks and have a look around. Taking a photograph of the thousands of bits of chewing gum all over the pavement. Humph!

WD 100.20.0 I came out of the store, after being given help on the self serve checkouts, by a kind assistant. The card would not work, and I could not remember the number. Humph! With the trolley and carrier bag holding: Dettol brown (no lavender available). A Pork Farms pork pie, Bloo toilet blocks, Mouthwash and some Orange digestive biscuits (which I had to battle to get from the top shelf, but they are my favourite chocolate biscuits, so I went through pain to attain them. Haha!). Paid cash, thanked the lady for her help, and left.

Out onto Parliament Street in the rain, again.

5Fri10

This chaps driving skill left me shuddering. Foot down and forward, scattering pedestrians!

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Nottinghamian pedestrians cross against the lights!

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Nottinghamian pedestrians cross against the lights!

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Nottinghamian pedestrians cross against the lights!

5Fri14The chewing gum on Clumber Street, where I took some of the above photographs from, sheltered a little from the wind, also had thousands of chewing gum blobs on it. That is if they are discarded masticated bits chewing gum? I assume that is what they are? But I’m not sure.

5Fri15I limped down Clinton Street, observing the expressions. Thus, the mood of the Nottinghamian shop-lifters, muggers, pick-pockets, illegal immigrants, students, drug-pushers, alcoholics, house-breakers, uninsured car owners, TWOCers and the TWOCed, Benefit cheats… Sorry, got carried away there! Anyway, it seemed to me, that there was a general feeling on their mushes, of resignation, acceptance of the inevitable, and a touch of euphobia, perhaps?

5Fri16Down along Long Row and onto Wheeler Gate. To try to find some lavender Dettol at the Poundland store on there. I took this dismal photo of the appallingly messy looking Slab Square, and South Parade. The mood was becoming depressive around the area, and my EQ told me to be wary. Nothing happened, but I put myself in Defence and Desticated mode.

At the self-serve tills, a really kind lady put the things through for me, (she was on duty the last time when I got the sensory nerve-ends problems and kept dropping things, which didn’t endear me to the waiting in the queue, shoppers behind me!). I managed surprisingly to remember the card number! I came out with; Sliced wholemeal cobs, Lavendar Dettol, 5Fri017and mushroom pate. I made sure I told the lady that I appreciated her help, and off out into the rain and increasingly nasty wind outside.

I hobble across the market, and up Queen Street onto Upper Parliament Street, and took this photograph towards the Victoria Centre shopping centre (mall).

5Fri018As I turned to go back down Queen Street, the skies darkened threateningly. No one was at the bus shelter waiting. I got myself underneath the cover of the plastic overhang. A lady joined me, and she was concerned about the L9 being late. As I was explaining about the bus always being late on this run, due to the changeover of 5Fri019drivers. The bus arrived to make me a liar! Hehe!

I had a failed go at the crosswording on the way back. I believe I was the only person to get off of the bus at Winwood Heights.

WD 100.20.0 And it was into the most horrendously high winds I’ve ever suffered. Just getting to the door was a battle to stay on my feet. Luckily the bus stop is now close to Winchester Court, and I entered their lobby and walked through the link passages back to Woodthorpe Court. As I got in my own lift lobby, the warmth of the new Winwood Court was replaced with a colder, drafty Woodthorpe one!

5Fri20WD 100.20.0 Up to the flat, and took an INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-we. I came out of the wet room and saw a note had been put through the letterbox. Oh, Damn! Again, I’d just missed the phlebotomy nurse by five minutes! But no guilt lingered for once. No one had told me when she was due! I had not received any Notification of what my last test results or what the new doses should be! Not from the Sherwood Medical Practice, nor the Anticoagulation Haemostasis and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic either!  BPAFMPOM (Beyond-Pathetic-and-Feeble-Minded-Pissed-off-Mode) engaged)

5Fri21I was in a depression now.

I put the receipts on the computer to use in the morning to update. Got the nosh done. Made some pate and tomato sarnies, the last of the open garden peas and beetroot. As if to point out my change in luck, I took a photo of the plate of fodder. It seems to have drifted off into the ether when I put the images on in the morning! Grumph!

I felt sickened with missing the blood nurse, especially as it was not my fault, but I know I’ll get blamed! The Desticate from my EQ, now becomes clear, why!

Depressed, enervated, annoyed and spiritually incapacitated, I forced myself to do the washing up and handwashing.

Got down in the recliner, and mentally stewed for ages. Sour, bitter, frustrated and gloomy.

So, no change there, then!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 10th December 2019: Liberty-Global Virgin Media service, derisory!

1 Dec 10

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Tuesday 10th December 2019

Afrikaans: Dinsdag 10 Desember 2019

01Dec 10

WDP 08L02bWD 60.25.0 22:30hrs: Woke up, climbed out of the £300, second-hand recliner, hobbled-gingerly for a wee-wee, feeling dizzy. Found that I’d left the hot water tap running, and stubbed my toe against the shower chair. A good start! The balance was fair enough as I got up, but the saccade made my getting to the wet room a little precarious. I was walking into and banging against walls, doorframes etc. a little too often for my liking. Of course, it may not be the eyes, I imagine there is a change that it will be a combination of the saccade and the peripheral neuropathy’s autonomic nerves, not getting the distances right, or failing to tell the brain? But I’m only guessing. Very unsettling when this happens, which is every day, but for differing lengths of time, from a few seconds to hours. This morning’s appearance was a gleefully short one. Phew!

2Tue04While in the wet room, I gave Arthur Itis’s knees a good rubbing with the Phorpain Gel, even though he was not giving much hassle, I thought this was an empirically wise decision. (Arthur can be so changeable, Haha!) I believe my doing this energetic applying, seem to have brought a bit of colour back into the legs, too. The varicose, tibial and spider veins. The clopidogrel maculations were all hiding away under the skin? Indeed, the legs looked almost normal! The ailments other than these were all being calm at this moment. (But, give them time!) In fact, the legs even looked practically the same size; a rarity for my pins! Which was most acceptable, to me!

WD 60.25.0 When I got to the kitchen, I became aware of the windy, howling, droning noise from all around the building. This is something that affects a lot of people in the country. But the question of what is causing it gets many different answers.

I had a go at a ‘Night-Panorama’ photographicalisationing, despite the bitterly cold biting wind hitting me right in the mush, and rainwater dripping on my head, as I opened the unwanted, light & view-blocking new window, and trapped my finger. A hero, I know! Hehehehe! I came out a bit better than yesterday’s, so I put it on parlayed. So you can see all the pretty lights that we Nottinghamian’s up at the mysterious humming, droning noise surroundings, of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, can view. With windows that cannot be reached to wash, only one lift working, a fire alarm I cannot hear, and a leaking hot water tap! The dwellings inmates believe it emanated from somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole. We believe it slipped into our universe, through a tear in the fabric of space & the black-hole of the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, depression, & hallucination, replete! Just thought I’d mention it, like.

2Tue02

It’s cold in the flat, yet the new super-storage heaters that nobody knows how to set correctly, are all on? Ah, yes, it’ll be the windows letting in the wind through the designer holes and gaps. Humph! I got on the computer and started to do the Tuesday post updating.

WD 60.25.0 And guess what? Thank You, Mr Fries!

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2Tue05WDP 4LI just had to abandon the computerisationing, and went and got the handwashing done. I was feeling dejected. About the internet’s, farce and unreliability. With the assistance of the ineptitude of that obnoxious, overpaid, swine of a Steven Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice-Chairman of Liberty-Global Virgin media the international television and broadband company, that in my experience, only BT are worse than.

WD 60.25.0f A reet cockup of an Accifauxpa when I was emptying the bowl. The bloody Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing kicked off – it couldn’t have done it at a worse time either! I had to use the right hand because of the weight of the bowl, the neurotransmitter failed to inform the brain, the dancing started, and somehow or other, I managed to drop the bowl of soapy water over me, the floor and the waste bins! I had the four-pronged stick to hand and clung onto the sink unit. Eventually, as the idiopathic dancing died down, I stepped away from the sink, stick in hand, skidded on the water, 2Tue11ended up (Luckily as it turns out) going over and landing on the black bags! Which broke my fall, and kept me out of the water a bit. Gorrit all done and sorted, and felt pretty good at coping with it. I leant out of the window (I’ll be bungee jumping again at this rate!) and took this photo of Chestnut Walk and area, below. Then changed into dry clothing. Humph!

WD 60.25.0 There’s still no internet!

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2Tue08I decided to get the peas seasoned with salt and demerara sugar and into the saucepan.

WDP 03LWD 60.25.0f A bit of a gaff when I was opening the can of peas, regrettably. These Morrison’s garden peas, I’d forgot about them not having ring-pull openers. So I had to use the 2Tue10dangerous and tin and flesh-tearing qualities, tin-opener!

The potatoes seasoned with just light Soy sauce. The Chestnut mushrooms were cut in the tomato slicer, and in the pan with balsamic and distilled vinegar and a drop of Balsamic vinegar. But they never taste strong. They might make me a liar yet though, I’m leaving them to marinate in their individual flavourings, for hours!

I tried the internet again and Yee-Hee! It was back on, but, slow!

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But at least I could crack on with the updating again! A hard slog, but at least the fingertips autonomic nerves were only occasionally playing up. Else it might have taken until about mid-October 2025 to get it done. Haha!

I was feeling a little parsimonious with my thoughts of any goodwill to all men, and a smidge downhearted. As phlyarologists go, I must be due an award of some sort soon, surely?

But I got the post sent off, went on Pinterest, WordPress Reader and the TFZer Facebook page.

I had a check to see if the Amazon keyboard is likely to arrive soon. But it was still far away according to the tracker. So I decided to pay the ILC’s Interview and Interrogation cell room a visit. I had some jars with lids for Sturmscharfhreress, Warden Julie. And some cream cakes for them. I got the cakes from the fridge. And picked up the books and DVDs for the charity table.

Then made my way down in the lift. Both elevators now working again, by the way. A lady got off to post a card for someone. I held the door for a few seconds until she returned to the cage. We had little chinwag (Nice!), and down and along the link passage. I could see the rain and wind outside, Brrr! No answer to my tap on the cell door, lights were off. So I dropped the freebies at the table in the big Social Room. Had a chat with one of the new residents, and handed jar with a lid to the new gal for Julie as I passed by the Kamp Commandants Office. Haha!

2Tue12Back along the Winwood Court part of the link-passage, and out of the warmth, through the end swipe door, into the chilly, nae, twas a cold Woodthorpe Court lift lobby.

I checked the food, and with imminent expectations of the Keyboard arriving anytime soon, I turned down the heat on the saucepans. I didn’t want to start eating and have to accept the box while doing so.

1Mon 01I had another check on the Amazon Tracker. Not that I want it in a hurry or anything, just nice to know so that I can plan the meal.

I had a look at the local news on the web.

  • Thieves broke into a Nottingham home and stole two high-value vehicles from the drive. The victim’s Range Rover and Aston Martin were stolen, along with watches and jewellery from the property, near the Queens Medical Centre. In Nottingham? How surprising!
  • An odd-job man was caught with a blade, cannabis and stolen identity papers – including one of a young woman. The offences led to a nine-week prison term, suspended for a year, for Sylvester Kaminski. A nine-week prison term, suspended for a year? That’ll scare him into going legit – I bet!

 

I had to stop reading the local newspaper site, as I could smell a strong aroma of mint, and had to investigate the cooking on the stove!

2Tue13I had to turn off all the pans on the stove, or the food would have been burnt by the time I get around to preparing and eating it. It still might be. I’m unsure about if they will stand reheating when it come to my roasting the Maple BBQ Pork Loin Steaks? The use-by-date on the packet is for today.

After doing another check on Amazon Tracker. Oh, some good news (I think), the driver is only nine-drops away!

2Tue14

I got the lamb in the oven on a low light (heat), then I popped back on the TFZer Facebooking.

The delivery arrived, with the chap looking a little frazzled around the edges, so I gave him a mini bottle of wine, offered the seasons greetings, and told him not to drink it while he was driving and farewell! It cheered hime up anyway, that was te plan.

2Tue14I got down to the serious task of preparing and serving the nosh. It proved to be worth all the extra washing up. And, I got the seasoning right for once. A Flavour Rating of 9.2 for this one! The the Maple BBQ Pork Loin Steaks tasted just great, spot-on! Mushrooms and garden peas, beetroot and the potatoes all good. Even the Spanish slicing tomatoes were juicy. (Bit of a surprise there!)

WDP sleepLWashed-up, and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, to watch some TV.

Zzzz!

 

Inchcockski – Sat 7 Dec 2019: A chinwagless Day, in which sanity escaped from me!

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Saturday 7th December 2019

Scots Gaelic: Disathairne 7 Dùbhlachd 2019

01Dec 07

WD 100.20.0 Huh! 22:20hrs: I regained semi-consciousness, but almost immediately lost interest in doing so. Why? I’ll tell you; well, I’ll do my best to explain why I think this is. Bear with me please, if I get confused, ill-defined or incomprehensibly-garbled in my efforts. I know the things I want to write, but by the time the failing neurotransmitters allows me to, I’ve often forgotten what I had planned to say.

Like a few minutes ago, I had to get up to use the wee-wee bucket, this took a while, because Arthur Itis is not happy with me this morning, and every step or move of the leg or knees is a struggle. He’s never been this bad before. Naughty Arthur! I passed the INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-wee and got to the notepad to put down my waking thoughts, there was nothing there! Dribs and drabs returned, and I added them to the pad as and when. Hours and hours later, I’d got the Inchcock Today done, and referred to the notes, which were partly unreadable, and used them to write this explanation. (Have I lost you yet?) Here goes:

Back-to-the-current time: The mind was blankish, yet confused and almost antithetic to it’s usually being scrambled hassled by a flurry of worries, fears and concerns, as is the

normal awakening condition for me. There was a lack of interest in things an indifference, unconcernedness, that really is not me at all. Slowly, guilt took over as the head-agonising factor! This remorsefulness was adorned with contrition, misgivings, doubts, qualms, sorrow, nae, self-pity! Yes, these were faults: Guilt and Self-pity. Why is it a good question? I haven’t worked it out yet. But the EQ was not around, no feelings or emotions to help me clarify the causes. Although a vague ‘You’ll just have to cope’ message was received later in the day.

At least the constant droning and humming noises were not bothering me too much, as they would normally do.

Eventually, after being stood, leaning on the four-pronged walking stick, for I don’t know how long, musing, I went to take the morning medications and sort the prescriptions. 

6Sat05 WD 100.20.0 Unbelievable!WDPT03R The Carrington Chemist who the Medicines management lady Leoni had phoned on Wednesday morning to arrange for the Furesomide water tablets to be delivered in packets, not the bubble-blisters, has not done so! They are in the blister packs. I took a photo of them, to show how alike the tablets are, Codeine 30g, Furesomide and the Bisoprolol Beta-blockers. I have the hardest job in picking which one is the water tablet, to throw away when not needed. I reckon on a few occasions, mainly on bad pain, or shake hand mornings, I’ve dished the wrong pill, and missed either a painkiller or beta-blocker! This is not good! And only served to make me feel even worse than when I woke-up! Crabs and Grobblecraps! In fact, Grumble, Sodit & Blast, as well! I just threw the medicines onto any draw, willy-nilly

Feeling even less like interested in life, I automatically moved the handwashing onto the airer! Not even taking any care about arranging them into an optimally folded position. And not fussed about it either. This could be a miserable day.

Then I took the morning medications and made a brew of Thompsons tea. But it might as well have been a mug of the crap weak cheaper PG tips for all the interest I showed in drinking it. The tea went cold, as started updating the Inchcock Today. Which has never taken longer to get done before? The Peripheral Neuralgia was giving me a bad time now! No actual dangerous shakes of the leg, but as earlier, there were the occasional mini-trembling moments, involuntary muscle-twitching and cramping – which are usually a sign that the leg is about to go into an imitation, spontaneous, kick-out and a neuropathic drop-something and flail-about dance routine. If it had done, it could have had me off the chair onto the floor. Fear more anything pissed me off. But no, bother from the leg. The hands and fingers were a different kettle-of-fish! The finger-ends were going all over the place, when they contacted a hard surface, like the keyboard!

WDP 03RWD 100.20.0 The nerves were just not telling the brain! Just coming to the finishing off of the blog. Many hours later (Huh!) and the right hand and digits did a scoot across the keyboard and knocked it off the counter! I retrieved it, and the direction arrows on the keyboard would not work at all in WordPress! I wondered what the heck I had done to it. I searched for assistance on the web turned, without any luck. So I turned everything off and rebooted. Tried again, but it was not having it! So I opened and cleaned the inside of the board, as best I could, with the fear of dropping it again hovering over me. Got it reassembled, but no luck! I was convinced whatever I had broke or altered during my fumbling one and a half-handed to stop it falling but failing, then the farce of picking it again… I’ve lost what I was saying now! Oh, yes (just read it), had put the arrows out of action for good, and near depression dawned. One last everything off again, left it a few minutes then started up, the web came on, and I went on WordPress… and the arrow keys were now working!?!?!? Is it me? Is it the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! Or am I going sillier, more-hare-brained, weirder, losing it altogether?

The way my head and brain are today, I’m not coping with failures and things that are beyond my brain-power to solve. Which, going sillier, more-hare-brained or weirder, losing it altogether? Going sillier, more-hare-brained or funnier, losing it altogether? How I feel at the moment, covers anything happening. Haha!

I got some pictures off to Pinterest. Went on TFZer Facebooking. Then had a perusal of the WordPress Reader.

Well, despite everything, I must get some graphics done in advance ready to do the WP templates. No matter how rough and full of angst, I feel. (I didn’t sound too sure of myself typing this! Hehehe!)

I made a mug of tea first and took photographs of the moon above. I took then in Night Panor… no, it wasn’t; it was in Aperture Priority. Not bad results considering. The clouds were ever moving, hiding the moon, so back inside.

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I brought the tea to the computer and pulled the curtains open on the balcony. And the mon was out again, I got the camera and back to the kitchen, banged my elbow opening the unloved, unwanted, light & view-blocking, impossible to get to for cleaning, new window. And the clouds covered the moon again. I waited while but the clouds seemed to be spreading thicker now. So back to the computer…

WDP 02lbWD 100.20.0 X3: I stubbed my *toe on the airer, *knocked the clothes off of it, dropped the mug of tea and swore silently swore! Getting down to retrieve the shirt and socks was done with less pain than usual – I used the picker-upper stick! Haha! I was getting ready to adopt a smug mode, and the *picker-upper fell to pieces in my had, the rivets had somehow come out. And *I dropped the handwashing back onto the floor, just where I’d picked it up from. No wonder my EQ indicated that I’d just have to up with things today! So, I did not get too angry-noyed, just a little. Humph! Again, with a lot more inconvenience and pain, I carefully got the washing back on the now, bent-a-little-more airer.

I got on, slowly, laboriously and with oddly painful knees, well, one poorly knee. That was from a combination of the mini-trembles, the toe-stubbing and the bending down I imagine. With the composing of this blog. Which a few hours later, I’d got as far as here!

And went to make a brew, that might get drunk this time! As I was making my way to the kitchen, I put the camera in my pocket. While the kettle was boiling, I took four snaps of scenery from the deadly, nasty, light and view-blocking kitchen window.

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WDPT07RNo Accifauxpas or WHoopsiedangleplops encountered while making the brew! And back to the computer. Swank-Mode-Adopted!

WD 100.20.0 It didn’t last long, when I got to the computer, I realised I had left the SD card in the slot! So, back to the kitchen and retook the scenic shots! Ay-yay-yay!

At last, I got around to creating some header graphics! But I was so tired now, I’d been up for thirteen-hours already. I just did a few of them on CorelDraw.

6Sat26Done in now, shattered, I’ve had my chips, well I haven’t, but I made the meal and had some. Dagwood cobs, beetroot and chips etc. sounds good to me. But it was not to be eaten.

What I did eat of it, I enjoyed, but the tummy churned and my appetite dwindled? Mmm?

I went to wash the pots and the evening’s darkening skies prompted me back into a photographicalisationing frenzy. The first photo was in Aperture Priority, the second in Night Landscape mode. I tried to take the same area in each.

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6Sat28I was so tired now but fought off the weariness and mental-fatigue, when I noticed the house that had been being modernised for months, extensions, new roof etc. appeared to be occupied again. Seasonal lights adorned the front of the house and bushes.

I took the medications, and got settled down early in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. That’s the one that the horribly good-looking, handsome, taller, fitter, richer-than-me 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, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later).

I discovered the Death on the Tyne film was being shown. I’ve not seen this one, but I so enjoyed the Murder on the Blackpool Express, made by the same company with almost the same actors in it. I couldn’t remember the title so looked it up, to find this photograph advertising it’s being shown on the Gold channel on the 15th.

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Needless to say, the first set of commercials came on, I drifted off, to sleep! Waking well after it had finished, and felt even more angry with myself, for thinking I could watch it again on the 15th and realised I do not have the Gold channel on my TV. Shame!

WDP 02Rb.WD 100.20.0 Letting myself drift off back into the land of nod, and the Brain-Storming thoughts, fears, worries and self-hatred flooded into the grey-cell box. Agitating and stirring up failures, mistakes and terrible decisions made by yours truly!

I do wish they wouldn’t do that!

 

Inchcock Today – Wed 4 Dec 2019: Help from Jenny and Two Nurses today – Oh, I liked that! (Smile-Adopted)

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Wednesday 4th December 2019

Japanese: 2019年12月4日水曜日

01Dec 04

WD 60.25.0 22:45hrs: I woke with yet again, feelings of panic, fear, worrying and could not for life of me find out why? I looked around for any signs of nocturnal nibbling but found none. Then I noticed the mess the room was in; this made me feel worse. The confusion of appointments came to the fore. 

1Mon 01WD 60.25.0 Somehow the EQ knew something was amiss! It told me to check on the Calendar; something was so not right. I obeyed and nervously, got the computer on and investigated the week’s Google diary. And soon found the problems! Jenny reminded me of the visit and had asked the Window Cleaner to call early for me tomorrow. But it clashed, unfortunately, with the Podiatrist rearranged after last weeks appointment was cancelled. I thought I’ll just change the Iceland delivery time. Hah! ‘Just change the Iceland delivery time’! It took me over an hour and a half to get it done! I ended up going on a helpline to learn how to do it! Got it wrong twice! The third time I took it steady and copied the advice onto the notepad. I followed it to the letter!

Where it said “You will be taken to the Payment…! It didn’t. I’m not sure how I did it, but I got to the Payment log place in the end, and then checked on the emails again, to look for confirmation. At last! I got one! Worra time-consuming a palaver and pantomime that was!

1Mon03

1Mon02I changed the Google Calendar. Now that looks more organised and neater, better planned. If only more folks understood and knew the farcical hassle, aggravation and time it had taken me!

Here I was; just gone midnight, shivering in my slippers and PPs, sat at a desk, wondering what had just happened and why? I bet this cock-up must have been on my mind while I was sleeping, it bothered me, and the EQ picked up on it and reminded me when I woke up? Illogicality is no problem for me. Harf-Harf! Going-Bonkers-Mode-Adopted! I wrote an email back to Jenny, thanking her for changing the timing for me with the window cleaner couple. Then realised the time, and prayed that any incoming email noise didn’t wake Jenny up! “Coy-Mode-Adopted!”

Well, time to get the nitty-gritty daily things done. I was hobbling very well this morning, no signs of any neuropathic medicine drop kettle dancing from the right leg, Arthur Itis was in a jolly good mood with me, and Duodenal Donald was giving me a most welcome break. Just Anne Gyna bothering me now, must you don’t like to complain does yer?

As I was limping into the kitchen, one of perhaps the most urgent demands for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised arrived! (Mind you, each urgent one seems the most pressing at the time, Haha!)

WDPH01L4WD 60.25.0 I clouted my shin against the door frame as I began to fear I might have an accident, and moved as fast as I could to get to the Throne, caution to the wind! Apart from it being a little messy and the extraordinarily large volume of the evacuated product, there was minimal bleeding or pain, it was all over quickly (I had to abandon the crossword book), and the closet mechanism coped well with the flushing procedure. I’m not used to things going so right? It worries me! Washed and cleaned all contact points.

The usual droning, wind-like annoying humming sounds seemed to be getting worse. But it could be that with me getting into a bit of a state with the appointment when I woke, I may not have noticed the sound earlier so much?

The Medicine Management member, Leoni is calling later this morning. I must get the blog updated as soon as possible, and get the hovel tidied up a bit and ablutions done before she comes. ‘Shame-Mode-Engaged’

WDPH01L2WD 60.25.0 I made a brew, and sod me, went to get the medications and found I’d again missed last nights doses – Again! Ay-yay-yay! Grumph, what a Shmo! I took the Warfarin and Zocor (Cholesterol-controller), with the morning doses. With having so few pains and hassle to bother with this morning, I avoided taking any Codeine 30g or Peptic medicine; they were unneeded, I’m glad to say. I can’t quote that very often. (Wait till later when I’m in agony, Hahaha!) I even left out rubbing in the Phorpain maximum strength 10% w/w Gel in the knees. 1Mon04Mind you, the Doctor tells me that it will be of no use to me, with my having Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, but she is happy for me to continue using it, as long as I rub it in well, massage the whole joint – doing that (massaging) might do some good, not the Gel. I asked her for a stronger gel, but she said this was the maximum strength allowed. Now you can see why I love Dr Vindla so much, her straight forward nature goes down so well with me.

I had a few moments of my latest medical issue; Hypometric Saccades (Rapid, ballistic movements of the eyes that abruptly change the point of fixation. They range in amplitude from the small movements made while reading, for example, to the much larger movements made while gazing around a room), bothering me, and this is not going to be good if it happens when I have Dizzy Dennis visiting at the same time! A nickname for this, might be Sadie Saccades, or Saccades Sadie? Any suggestions considered, I’ve not Christened this one yet. Haha!

The wee-wees were regular all of the same WSS (Weak-Short-Sprinkly) mode. I’ll use the above name for her; Saccades Sadie and the right side’s NFN (Neurotransmitterless Fingers Nigel) both visited a few times while I was doing the upgrading of the Tuesday blog. But not excessively so, I coped well enough. ‘Coped well enough’; It’s all foreign to me, this optimisticness! Haha!

3Wed001bWDPH01L4WD 60.25.0 I got the Inchcock Today finished, and sent off to WordPress, as the need for another Porcelain Throne session arose. Another rather sudden urgent one. Straight to the wet room, no banging and bruising of any body-parts this time on the way, but I very nearly sat on a particular little extremity as I plonked down on the seat. Phew, that was lucky – there I go again, using new scary, unfamiliar words! My pins (legs) were still a bit scattered with signs of deep vein arterial thrombosis, varicose and spider veins, superficial venous thrombosis (phlebitis), and iliac veins, not to mention the scar from the earlier attempt to remove the door frame with my shin, bruises, bulges, welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples and maculations. But nothing out of the ordinary. Tee hee hee!

The evacuation went well, a little more bleeding, but I reckon it was from Harold’s haemorrhoids, so to be expected, especially with my clunking down on the seat so hard 

WDPH01LI made another brew of Thompsons tea and had three biscuits with it. Some people might have called them cakes, but they’d be wrong! Back to the computerisationing, and sent photos to Pinterest. Then had a jolly good time on the TFZer Facebooking for over an hour. I enjoyed that! – ‘Enjoy?’ – There I go again! If I do croak-out today, at least it will be on a happy note. The absence of so many ailments’s hassling. Wee-weeing under control (It’s own mind). The Porcelain Throne evacuations were going so well. Appointment cock-ups corrected without any assistance. I’m hobbling around better than I have done for months, thanks to Rheumatoid Arthur Itis being so kind. I’ve avoided having Little Inchy squashed, and the bleeding is much less from front and rear. But no messages from my EQ about things? Nerve-racking and a precautionary warning perhaps?

I went on WordPress Reading next. Then to my beloved TFZer Facebooking. Next, I made a start working on today’s presentation. This, as you can see (Sorry) is along one indeed. But the brain would not stop working, it kept spewing forth ideas, thoughts, fears, worries and even had a semi-contended note to the thoughts! This can’t last, surely?

Off to get the ablutions sorted out. A goodish session, this time. The usual dropsies; The toothbrush, shaving foam, razor (4), the shower-head (But caught it – Smug-Mode-Engaged! And the carbolic soap. After a refreshing bout of conditioning, the sock-glide-battle was declared a draw! The legs were even looking betterer!

3Wed01e

I then got the carpet hoovered and moved, so the lump wasn’t in it. I nearly tripped over it yesterday. I shifted the handwashing on the airers.

WDP 13LWD 60.25.0 Then had a go at the kitchen floor, near the corner of the sink. I used disinfectant and some Flash, down on the knees, and was doing well with shifting the marks… The Colin Cramps started kicking off! And could I get back up off the knees?

WDP 08L02bWD 60.25.0f WD 60.25.0 Well, I did manage it in the end, and clouted my forehead against the sink housing! Then, Dizzy Dennis paid a visit, bless him! I gave up on bending down. I took the black bags to the waste chute and took the big recycling bag down to the caretaker’s room. Where Steve stopped me, and took the things off of me. I slipped him a can of something drinkable, in thanks.

Back up to the flat, praying I had not missed any callers. There were not any messages put through the door.

I started to empty the hoover for another bash at the carpet, and the intercom, flashed alight. It was Leoni from the Medicines Management Team. Bless her, the missing the evening medications was the primary concern. I asked if there was anything that would flash as a reminder, as opposed to ringing or buzzing? She accepted the idea and said she would find out and get back to me.

WDP 12dI explained the problem with the water tablets being in the blister packs when they are taken on an as-and-when needed basis. And the identification of between the beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate), Codeine 30g and the Water tablets (Furosemide) was difficult with them all looking similar. She phoned the chemist for me and arranged for them to be loose on future prescriptions – how kind of her.

I then asked her if she would ring the phlebotomy, and ask about when the nurse will be calling. She was told today, sometime. Fair enough, I’ll not go out then! I thanked her very much and off she went, reminding me that she will get back in touch with me when she sorts out the reminder alarm availability chances. Leoni had called before. She was a kind amiable lady, patient and read with quips and a ready smile!

I made a brew of tea, and got decoking, blowing the tubes through the hearing aids and changing the batteries. The neurotransmitter’s insensitivity kicked in, and I had a few picking up retrieving tasks to do. Amongst the dropsies were prodders, batteries, hearing aids, tubes and various tools! Each one proving harder to pick up than the previous one. Hahaha!

3Wed01gaThen I got back to updating this post. Wondering what time the Phlebotomy nurse might arrive. I was beginning to get a little hungry now. Especially with knowing the unhealthily fatty, but delicious New Zealand lamb, mint, mushrooms and cheesy-potatoes were for dinner!

3Wed01fI got the mushrooms on the simmer, with a bit of lamb gravy and a splash of Sukang Puti extra-strong vinegar.

And the intercom lit up! It was the deliciously desirable, gorgeous, twinkling-eyed Polish Phlebotomy Nurse ♥ come to take my blood!

She had a chinwag while doing me (I wish! Hehehe!) She had a peep at the Inchcock Today and told me of a patient in another High Rise block, who had slipped in Lidl’s on Carlton Road, and broke her pelvis! She also said to me, that if ever she can’t get in and leaves a note through the door, this means she will be calling again, the following day, so now I know! Two wonderful women have now called on me! Lucky devil!

3Wed23I got on with this blog while the lamb cooked. Then got the meal served up.

Another success for the old chap this one. Flavour rating of 8/10. I’d put far too much cheese in the potatoes than I had meant to, but it was good!

I washed the pots, then did the handwashing.

Had a Dizzy Dennis attack while I was in the kitchen (I think), blown if I’m sure what happened afterwards, but in the morning I found I had missed the evening medications again!

Inchcockski – Fri 29 Nov 2019: The brain remains suffarcinated with nugatory, knick-knackery!

1 Nov 29

2019 Tnov 29

Friday 29th November 2019

Zulu: NgoLwesihlanu 29 Novemba Novemba 2019

0Nov 29

23:10hrs: I stirred with the mind-blasting fretting, worrying, fearing thoughts rampant in my grey-cells box in my head! I lay there, midst the mess from the nocturnal nibbling all around me, feeling a sad figure and with my spirits lamentably low, my responses to the worries were one of simple acceptance, Que será, será?

Eventually, the brain got around to considering the day’s needs. The Anticoagulation-Thrombophlebitis Team Member is calling today, well, with how things have gone lately, I should say, might, be calling to see me! My EQ, who was spot on in warning me of the upcoming Health Clinic Farce yesterday, hinted on problems with this visit?

WDP 02LdWD 60.25.0 Then, out of the blue, and urgently, I had to remove my grotesque, wobbly-bellied body-mass from the second-hand recliner, and hasten to the Porcelain Throne. And what a change this session turned out to be! I was soon settled on the seat, awaiting the usual burst of activity at the innards own timing, and got just pain, blocked, but I could feel the warm liquid flowing, but nothing substantial. So, out came the crossword book, the pain eased, but nothing moved. I was well into the crosswording and having some success for once, and suddenly and unpremeditatedly, a mass of evacuation material escaped, with a splosh, that sounded like a torpedo hitting the water, I felt the splash! This pain also brought forth a sigh relief; a sort of “Ahahahaaa!” An involuntary smile followed.

A few seconds to recover from the shock, and then things had to be checked over and medicated. There was no mess, but I had the splashed water over my bum, no bleeding from Harold Haemorrhoid’s, not even the usual aroma of putridness? Little Inchies fungal lesion was barely bleeding at all, just specks. Then an operation clean-up was activated, during which, oddly, a wee-wee was needed. Another shock, although not a bad one – the old Hosepipe-like jet-propelled longish effort, that has not been had for ages, was almost enjoyed. By gum, my bladder and innards can be so entertaining! Haha!

WDP 10LWD 60.25.0 All refreshed and cleaned-up, and off to the kitchen. Where I found that I had missed the evening medication taking, Tsk! Then I realised I had not done the handwashing either! I was a little disappointed in myself, but still happy, well, content, with the much improved Porcelain Throne session. “Little things please little minds!” Then while getting the sterilised out of the fridge, the Polyneuropathy finger-ends caused me to drop the milk bottle! Quick as a flash, the left hand grabbed the bottle to prevent it from falling on the floor! I have to admit to a spot of smugness over this and thought how clever I was. The top of the bottle had been dropped, of course. If I ever find it, I’ll pick it up. Hehe!

I took the medications, both the P.M. & A.M. doses, less the water-tablet. Had a guzzle of the ineffectual Peptac antacid, put the olive oil in the ear-holes, put the eye drops in and passed wind. Which oddly enough, seemed to make me want another wee-wee? Which turned out to be of the HDTBS (Heavy-Duty-Torrential-But-Short) style. I wondered if this new easier style of wee-weeing and the sudden Struggle-Wait-Thunderdrop Porcelain Throne modes, had been brought on in some way, by last night’s Roast Vegetable Risotto? Just a thought!

WDP 001 LaWD 60.25.0 I made the brew at last and got on the computer to update the Thursday post. Phew! Worra time that took! The finger-ends are playing up something awful this morning, I’ve surely spent more time correcting than typing! I very nearly dropped the mug when I made a cuppa but did spill most of the tea on me, the floor and the counter! Then knocked my elbow (Funny-bone – Huh!), as I got back up after clearing the mess! Crabs and Grobblecrap!

I got carried away doing the TFZer Facebooking and spent far too long on it, so I had to stop myself, so I could at least get a few CorelDraw graphics made up.

5Fri01WD 60.25.0 An email from the Sherringham Park Medical Practice had arrived, with the results of the Angel-of-desire’s Warfarin blood test. The level had gone for, 1.6, to 4.8! It’s a shame about the nurse and surgery getting confused, not arriving, and not turning up until four days later. This could have identified the problem earlier and saved my going through worrying why I was feeling so cold; while tenants around me said how much warmer, it was. The thin blood means an increased risk of unstoppable bleeding, and it doesn’t half make me feel cold! The best part of the message was their assurance that a phlebotomy Angel will be arranged for me. Mind you, it was arranged last week, and they didn’t turn up! Worra life! If I’d known what I was going to go through in my old age, I might have done more bungee-jumping. Hehe!

Went for a wee-wee (which was back to the INHBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Trickling) style? And carefully made another brew.

Got the handwashing done, wrung and hung. Then did the ablutions. Which had no shaving or toothbrushing cuts! No toe stubbing! But, oh, so many of the dropsies. Toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving foam can, razors (5), fla5Fri02nnel, carbolic soap, shower head, towel, socks, Germoloid tube and as parting dropsy, the shower chair when I was returning it after wiping! However, it missed my body completely! Worrying this, not usual at all! The pins seemed to be getting some new Clopidogrel markings, but the Deep Vein Thrombosis bulges were almost non-existent today? Might have something to do with the Warfarin INR being so high, maybe, perhaps? 

WDP 02LdWD 60.25.0 Ablutions all done, chair back in, taps, heater and light all checked, I turned and gave the shoulder a-right good clout as it came into contact with the door frame! I was amazed at how much it hurt. I believe I may have silently muttered something along the lines of ‘Well, flipping ‘eck’, or similar. Haha!

I got all well and warmly wrapped up and went down to the ILC Wardens holding-cell office. No one in, so I nipped up in the lift to Winwood Court’s rooftop and took some Al Fresco photographs. I had to take care that the three-wheel walker didn’t skid off on its own accord on the frost and ice, or I slipped over, but all went okay. (Something else to fret over! Hahaha!) I didn’t stay out there long. The blocked drains and overflowing water looked almost pretty with cracked frozen, cracked water pattern.

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I sat in the big Winwood Social area room and had a go at the crosswords. And did well with them. Getting answers that I was going back to try yet again, for at least four clues. Smug-Mose-Adopted! Then I went out to the bus stop, where a ganglet of residents were chatting away, Mary, Penny, Chrissie, Malcolm and Louie, who looked a lot better today and was moving easier, bless him. I harkened to the gossiping, snidery, moaning and jollity being bandied about. Mary was not feeling very well, I’ll nip down this weekend to see how she is going. Mounted the bus, in the side-saddle-seat and got the crossword book out. I got two more previously tried answers en route to town, which was not too easy, cause of the constant fighting to keep in the seat when the bus cornered or braked.

I had one of my the shortest ever hobbles in town.

5Fri14

I got off on Parliament Street and had a chinwag with Mary. She still looked poorly to me, not her usual gossipy self.

WDP 09aLWD 60.25.0 We parted, and I went into the Wilko store, to get myself a new kettle. I took a while perusing the kettles on offer. I found one that seemed perfect, apart from the price. It was thin enough to fit into the space my current broken one used, sturdy-looking, no fancy bits of metal or plastic stuck on it, dark brown, and I chose it. Added to the fabric conditioner and Ylan & Freesia scented washer and joined the queue at the tills. Worth mentioning at this point, that I’d had no visits from Dizzy Dennis at all! When my turn came, I was embarrassed to find I’d left the cash-card at the flat! So had to hand-back the kettle. There are times when the realisation of one’s infallibility, becomes an accepted factualism! This was such a time! Humph!

I paid in cash for the cleaning things, and departed, going into the Poundland Shop. Where I again suffered no dizzy-spells! I came out with a bottle of liquid soap powder, Bright-Burst freshener, and some Lavender Dettol. I paid without any hassle, apart from the tutting and groaning of those behind waiting. It did take me a while. The ailing neurotransmitter sensory nerves caused problems with my gripping anything. The things I dropped, were hastily picked up an placed on the shelf by a tutting assistant. Oh, dearie me!

I got out of the shop and did the ultra-mini hobble to and down Clumber Street, along Long Row, and up to King Street to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street. Taking some photographicalisations on the way.

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5Fri12I had about fifteen minutes before the bus arrived, and Louie came a few seconds later. I thought I’d got a good photo of him, but I make a mess of it and got him looking away from me. Tsk! We had a few natters that we could not fully enjoy; when the time crept beyond the five minutes past the hour, which the L9 was due. It was nearly twenty-passed when the bus did come.

WDPT04LWD 60.25.0 We got on, and with me in a side-saddle seat, I could not talk with Louie en route. The keeping oneself seated, was even more difficult this time, as the bus driver was trying to catch-up on his time-table, and threw the bus around like a dodgem car. I had more aches and bruises to contend with. Haha!

We got back to the flats, struggled with the new bruise on the leg making movement awkward, and went with Lousie to his Winchester Court lobby, and I opened the door for him. We parted, wishing the lad all the best, and I took the link-passage to Winwood Court. In the lobby, I met Angela and Roy, handed them some nibbles and had a little chinwag. We all started to move along the link-passage to Woodthorpe Court, but Angie and Roy left in their wake. By the time I was half-way along the corridor, they were exiting the swipe door at the other end! A grand-couple, Angie and Roy.

I got in the apartment, had a wee-wee, that proved to be another of the PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) style. I don’t think the high INR level should affect my passings, should it?

I received a landline phone call. It was my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete. (Who damaged my recliner while sleeping in it, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later) 

He was updating me about his Pet Scan results. I’m afraid they were inconclusive. They do not know what the black spot is. So, the lad is going to have a Pelvis bone scrape! (Memories of mine came back, and I swear I could feel the soreness again afterwards! Haha!) His biopsy will take place on December 10th! All my best wishes, mate, it’s horrible, not knowing! Fingers crossed for him.

5Fri13I got the nosh prepared and served up. A salad of sorts. Tomato and chicken slices sarnies, sliced apple, chips (fries), beetroot, garden peas, mini-sausages and pork pie meat. Potato biscuits add lemon mousse as an aside. I ate all the lot of it. Leaving only a few crumbs on the plate. Super! Taste-Rating: 8.5/10!

Wash the pots, and got out an old DVD to view, ‘Seven’. But, I kept on nodding off, waking, looking out at the rain, falling asleep again, waking passing wind, nodding… well, you get the idea. I went off for an extended period, and shot awake around 11:00hrs, the noise of the humming drowning noise all around the building, was horrendous! It drove me to distraction!

WDP 02LcWD 60.25.0 I got up for a wee-wee, stubbed my toe, dropped the four-pronged walking stick and knocked over the spring water bottle!

So, I made an early start on making up some graphics.


This week’s Whoopsiedangleploperisationing!

4Thu04

  • Monday: 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!
  • Friday: Ablutionalisationing cracked shoulder on the door.
  • Dropped my mug of tea,
  • Leaving the wet room, I turned and gave my shoulder a right good crack on the door frame! Yeeks! 
  • Stubbed my toe, fell over the walking stick and knocked over the spring water bottle!
  • I went into the Wilko store to get myself a new kettle. When I got to the checkout, I didn’t have the card with me! So I had to leave the kettle. I did feel a clot!
  • Saturday: Coming Soon! Hehehe!

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

1 Nov 28

2019 Tnov 28

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 – Wednesday 27th November 2019: Not coping well, today; as the cock-ups continue, unabated!

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Wednesday 27th November 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 27ain Tachwedd 2019

0Nov 27

23:30hrs: I woke, and assessed the aches and pains that were rampant all over my weak old overweight torso and limbs. Even an enormous headache and toothache joined in the vexing ‘Let’s Annoy-Inchcock-Assault!’ I expected this might happen. (Well, not the toothache and headache) With whatever occurred at the After-Stroke Physio session, and the Victoria Centre yesterday. But it could have been worse I thought, it has in the past.

WDP 16RWD 60.25.0 After a few minutes ruminative thinking and considerationalisationing, I was about to tackle the freeing of my onerously flobby-flatulent body from the second-hand, £300, rickety recliner. I noticed a rather large amount of debris scattered about from the nocturnal-nibbling! Oh, dear! Guilty-Mode-Engaged! I’ve got some cleaning up to do here. I recognised some of the crumbs on the stomach, chair and carpet; walnuts, flaky puff pastry and a couple of chocolate peanuts, that made their presence felt from within the folds of tummy-flab when I tried to move my mass. The Phlebotomy Nurse is coming today as well! Tsk! How come, I cannot remember getting out of the recliner to fetch the tubs of food, bringing them back? And, the walking stick still in the place I left it leaning against the Ottoman? I’d had a nibble-feast, and cannot remember anything about it?

WDP 02RWD 60.25.0 I edged the flobby-bulk-hunk body from the recliner, and as I stood-up to gain some balance, I found out that I was wrong about not using the stick, in fact, I did use the walking stick on my overnight food search, the four-pronged metal one. I just stubbed my toe on it, as it lay as if in a booby-trap mode, half-hidden under the foot of the chair! Now I am getting worried about myself!

WDP 13LWD 60.25.0 Having caught my balance and started to move off, two things happened at the same time. The need for the Porcelain Throne became evident, and Dizzy Dennis had me swaying about clutching at anything solid enough to support me. But the need to get to the wet room, made me foolishly proceed in that direction at a fair rate of knots, with some knocks! By the time I reached to door to the Throne room, only perhaps fifteen or so paces, I’d banged my right elbow, shoulder and leg against the door frame, then the elbow and shoulder again on the wet room door, and hastily downed jammie-bottoms and nearly missed the Porcelain Throne as I sat down!  It was a close thing, I nearly ended up on the floor, and that would have been terribly messy, for the evacuation started on it own accord again! Yes, the Peripheral and Polyneuropathy was playing up, and trying to send me to my right (the last movement before the nerve-ends failed) my the neurotransmitters not telling the brain I wanted to go straight forward! (Yes, I looked it up. Haha!)

However, the evacuation was swift, not too messy, and no pain at all!, Got a wash-up, and off to get the kettle one and took the medications, with an extra Codeine 30g, to counter the tooth and headache.

I tackled the updating of the Monday blog. Got it all done in record time considering the photographs that needed to go on. Sent it to WordPress. Went on the WordPress Reader.

I got the ablutions tended to, as the Morrison delivery is due twixt 06:00>07:00hrs. One of least accident-prone ablution session for a long time. The dropsies were only two, no bleeding from Little Inchies lesion, I won the sock-glide struggle and no toe stubbing! Smug-Mode-Assumed!

WD 60.25.0f Got the handwashing done, rung and hung. Just the one mishap, the nerve-ends lack of messages to the brain, made me drop the bowl while I was emptying it into the sink. 06:50hrs: As I was cleaning things up, the Morrison delivery arrived. Substituted Braeburn crap apples for Cox’s. Money-off Voucher not valid, they say the wrong number! Crabs and Grobblecrap!

The Phlebotomy nurse has not let me knew what time she is calling. So, I might be in all day again! Crabs and Grobblecrap! Will I ever have another decent day before I clock-out? Grrr!

I went on CorelDraw to do some advance graphicalisationing. I was doing reasonably well. Two hours later and: Crabs and Grobblecraps! WD 60.25.0

Virg8a black

WDP 4GLWD 60.25.0 So, not being able to go out with the refuse and recycling gear for fear of missing the Phlebotomy nurse, or the Medicine Management lady, nor get through to the surgery to find out if the appointment has been cancelled or not. I made use of the time now spare thanks to Mr Fires pathetic service. I called the phlebotomy team to make sure someone was visiting me today, just in case I had to scuttle out to the surgery for the blood test. The lady investigated and told me when she returned that someone SHOULD be coming today, POSSIBLY before 13:00hrs. Marvellous! I think this all part of this weeks NHS plan, to either drive me crazy, make me commit suicide or just plain vindictiveness on the part of the Lord. And his wanting to apply as much as possible frustrations, mental and physical, then do an autopsy on my body. Possible that it might be a punishment for a previous life? Oh heck. I hope I wasn’t Stalin in my last existence! I might be losing it again here! Haha!

Well gone 13:00hrs, no one showed up yet. Stuck inside again. I started to mope over this week’s cock-ups:

  • 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.
  • 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!
  • 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.
  • Trod on a loose paving slab on Goldsmith Street, and got the foot and socks drenched!
  • This made the After-Stroke session hard physically and mentally, and I have many blank spots about what happened in the Physio hall?
  • Got up this morning, no nurse arrived. I was bewildered, had the tumble.
  • 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.
  • 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.

Forgive me while I top myself… no, I’d better not! If I did some miraculous event would take place that was lucky for me; Hang on, how would I know anyway… if luck or even nothing going wrong took place, the shock of it would probably see me-off! 

I need some help here. Depression and confusion are winning the battle for life, and my resilience is on the wane. I’ll try phoning the Doctors again… That was wishful thinking. 

WD 60.25.0 Ah well. I’ll make a mug of tea… Ah, the landline is ringing… Guess who it was? Fancy that and Crabs and Grobblecrap! I’ll stop communicating shortly, no need to say why is there. Gawd I’m pissed off! She is now coming on Thursday Crabs and Grobblecrap! Blimey, I’m feeling cold in here. Toothache getting bad, the headache still here but no worse.

Had enough now, turned off the computer. Spat, swore and tried not let myself get angry at my hopeless, helpless situation.

Got the bags made up and to the waste chute, the made-up a recycling and glass bag and took them down to the caretaker’s room. I was actually angry now, with life’s tribulations increasing, and my ability to sort them, none-existent.

3Wed23Got the nosh prepared. Baked beans flavoured with malt vinegar, sugar, Texan BBQ sauce, three wholemeal cobs with a Cumberland Sausage square in each one, and a bonus one in with the beans. Excellent! A tasteless unordered foul Braeburn apple and a Lemon yoghourt to follow.

Taste-Rating 8/10, I’ll just have to hope the next Porcelain Throne visit isn’t too adventurous or runny. Haha!

This was the highlight of another frustrating day.

WDP 12b

A short Ode to Inchies life!

How much, can one man take?

Before he finally does break?

Good lucks, unknown to him and fake,

He awaits the Earthquake’s arrival,

Not bothered about his survival,

Eating his out-of-date, burnt pigeon steak,

And spots coming down, a snowflake,

He’s losing his grip, for heaven’s sake!

So he has a mug of tea and a lemon-curd cake,

In his recliner, picking over life’s connotations,

And falls asleep, missing his medications,

Wakes up, needing a wee-wee, and having the shakes!

TTFN

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 26th November 2019: Oh, dearie me!

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Tuesday 26th November 2019

Afrikaans: Dinsdag 26 November 2019

0Nov 26

01:05hrs: Woke, and easy-up (Sounds like an American egg?), from the rickety recliner on my feet, caught my balance. Started to hobble to the wet room for the Porcelain Throne activities that were being demanded from the innards.

WDP 02LWD 0.0.255 2 And collapsed in a heap, landing entangled with the walking stick and swivel chair! Swearing silently (I hope) I surprisingly got up rather quickly and easily, then had a visit from Dizzy Dennis, and sat back down in the grotty-beige coloured recliner. I stewed over what had just happened with myself. ‘Had I got up too swiftly?’ ‘What made me tumble in the first place?’ ‘How the hell did I get back up so quickly?’ ‘How come I had a welt on my chin and head, although I did not remember hitting anything on the way down?’ ‘I had a feel around the limbs and torso, but I found no injuries other than tiny unpainful marks on the face?’ Yet, I had a headache coming on rapidly, as the dizziness dissipated. But my investigations and musings were soon terminated, as the reminder of the need for the Throne gurgled!

I rose gently, and to my absolute delight, could not see any damage caused to the four-pronged walking stick, as I made my way, gingerly and cautiously, to the wet room. I must say, I was delighted with the evacuation (it’s sad when this happens, shows what sort of life I have, when one appreciates an evacuation, dunnit? Hehe!) There was no bleeding from front or rear. A bit messy again, but it’s been a lot worse. But very little pain, that was a pleasant change I appreciated. I cleaned things up and poddled to the kitchen, musing again on the odd start to the day, and the gloomy thoughts of the After-Stroke Physio came to mind, and my spirits dropped a notch or two at the prospect.

2Tue01I had a peep outside through the unwanted, light & view-blocking kitchen window at the weather. It was raining, which didn’t exactly fill me with optimism for the walk to the physio session later.

I moved the handwashing onto the airers. Got the kettle on, took the medications, made a brew, and got on the computer to do yesterday’s blog updating. There was not a lot to do, so few pictures were taken while I was flat-bound and suffering the worst day I’d had for months! So, it was done in record time, despite the occasional bit of the autoimmune neuromuscular nerve failings giving the fingertips a few shakes and insensitive to touch moments.

I went on the WordPress Reader, some great stuff on there today, photographs and scripturally. Then posted a few shots to Pinterest. Then went of TFZer Facebooking.

Getting on, and have to get the ablutions done, then have a dig-around and search to find enough cash for the bus fare to town!

WDPT01LThe ablutions went well. Only a couple of dropsies and shaving cuts. The search for some cash was successful, and I raised the £2.30 needed for the bus fare. It was in odds and ends, 1p, 2p, 5p, 10p and pound coins, but still. Of course, had xyrophobia-suffering, retired at 40 due to a lottery win and being left a fortune by an unknown relative, Brother-in-Law Pete, not stole all my valuables, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later), I’d have had the money for the bus fare!

2Tue01I got myself wrapped up warmly, nibbles in the bag, and down and out of the flat, out of the Foyer with its new doors, out into the cold, wet murky morning and hobbled along Chestnut Walk. I took this shaky, distorted sad effort of 2Tue02the photograph on Chestnut Walk. Certainly not one of better shots. I got to the bus stop on Winchester Street Hill, my second photo caught a car speeding up the hill. He or she might have been late for work?

The bus driver gave me a rum-look when I dropped all the pennies and silver into the payment box. He kindly waiting until I was ensconced in the sidesaddle seat before he moved off. I worked on the crossword book en route, with varying success.

Getting ready for the others to get off at the Parliament Street stop, a lady held u the massive flow of people rushing off, pointed to me with the walker, said something I didn’t hear and allowed me to get off! That was sweet of her!  I smiled and thanked her as I dismounted the bus. 2Tue02a

I took a snap as I hobbled along Upper Parliament Street, not many folks about. I wondered where all those had gone who had piled off the bus? Then, I saw a long queue at the ‘Boots Workbus’ stop.

WD 0.0.255 2 I got into the Victoria Centre (Mall) and caught my reflection in a window – no wonder the lady assisted me, it shook me how pale and drawn I looked!

WDP 16RWD 0.0.255 2 As I hobbled to the other end, on my way to the Tesco Store, I had few Dizzy Dennis visits, all short ones, but a good few of them. Things got worse in the store. I found myself suddenly in a different aisle, as if by magic, with sliced cobs in the basket? The blank spots were with me, I could not remember going in the bread section, let alone putting the cobs in the bag! This was not good. I seemed in and out of control, but no one was looking at me as far as I could tell, and I got to the checkout with the lady asking if I was feeling alright, and insisting after I’d paid, she put the things in the bag for me? Told me to take care!

WD 0.0.255 2 I got a significant visit from Dizzy Dennis on the way out of the store. I stopped and pretended to sort my bags out while waiting for things to calm down. Which they did, but I still felt a little unsteady on the my feet. And why in heck I bought more cooking sauces and seaweed snacks, I’ll never know!

WDPright03WD 0.0.255 2 I slowly walked back the length of the centre, and out onto Parliament Street. I’m not sure what happened next. A lady and a Policeman or Security Guard were talking to me. Had I fell over? Had a tumble? Had they seen me stopping so often to catch my balance? Or was it just that I looked so sickly that they came to see if I was alright? I think I was saying, ‘Thank you, I’m fine’ an awful lot? It was going to be one of those in and out of it, memory-blanks days.

2Tue03As I got outside, I felt a lot better in myself, also a lot wetter. Hehehe! I crossed the road and took this rare photograph of a not-filled-with-pedestrians Clumber Street. Of course, it was still early yet, no shoppers or shop-lifters around. McDonald’s was open with customers, mind!

I went into the Poundland Store, initially to try and get the lavender Dettol antiseptic disinfectant. I came out having to buy another bag to hang the stuff on, and came out with two bags hanging on the bars, and the trolley-walker bag all full! I’d bought 4 bottles of Dettol, biscuits, nuts, toilet blocks, and several nibbles for treats (I think).

2Tue04Again, when I got outside, I began to feel a little easier, more in control of things, and my walking improved, no more Dennis Dennis for a while after this. I walked along to the crossing corner, and through Trinity Square up to Goldsmith Street.

2Tue05I had a moment’s contemplation as I awaited the green walk sign. I thought that perhaps all the hassle and anguish of Monday might have caused this morning’s, erm… ‘unwellness’. The dizzies, absentmindedness. As for the paleness 2Tue04athat scares folks, I’ll ask the nurse in the morning.

WD 0.0.255 2 The lights changed and started to walk across the road, and a pavement slab was loose, as I trod on it, the dislodged stale rainwater shot up my trouser leg, and fell down into the shoe, giving the left foot a distinctive squelching sound afterwards.

Recollections of getting to and through the After-Stroke session are a bit confused. That is, up until just before the end, that bit is crystal-clear. The early parts, foggy. I know we had laugher, but also a few serious moments (I think). Form-filling? The last bit, we were all sat around tables with nibbles on them. Much laughter here and there. I think I regretted having to leave early, to catch the bus home.

Once out and on my way to the bus stop, things, well, memories seemed back to normal? I took these photographs near Queen Street.

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On the bus,  had a natter, moan and laughs with several ladies, I think we were taking the rise out of things and companies? At the flats, Helloed with Penny, Bill and someone else, and made my way out of the rain and into Winchester Court, and through their link passage into Winwood Court. There was an atmosphere in there, no people mind.

2Tue08aI took a photograph of the ILCs Holding Cell & Office as I passed, in the new Winwood Court lobby, near the lifts.

I carried on hobbling down the link passage into the mysteriousness 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. Up in the lift, then the flat, with no living soul in sight.

The bones and limbs were beginning to ache a bit. I got the unneeded items I’d bought put away, well, on the side of the sink. I’ll make room for them in the cupboard later if I can.

Made a brew, and scribbled what I could remember down on the notepad to use in the morning’s blog doing. And had a quiet moment pondering on the day’s disasters. Monday’s was mental problems and confusion. Today’s the same (but to a far lesser extent) with health issues., memory loss and blanks, Dizzy Dennis moment and lack of self-control. That was as far as I got, Humph!

I got the ready-made boeuf bourguignon* & mash meal in the oven cooking. (*Try spelling that when you’ve never had any before, Haha!) Set the timer for 25 minutes, and made some caramelised gravy to add to the meal later. The timer buzzed, and I removed the plastic plate, took off the cover, added the juice and stirred it all up, and back in the oven for another 20 minutes, and set the alarm again.

I thought I’d put on the Kind Hearts and Coronets DVD. Wondering why the heck I had not watched it before, I recall enjoying the film at the pictures when it was released… a few years ago. He-he!

2Tue09Set up, had a wee-wee, took the evening medications and served up the fodder. I was interested to see if I liked this boeuf bourguignon. Well, it was alright, but I’ll not bother with it again. A 6.5/10 Flavour Rating is the best I could give it. It was not my kettle of fish or type of meal. Too bland. Without the caramelised gravy added, it might have been uneatable. Nice mashed spuds, though.

I did what bit of washing up was needed, and left the handwashing, as I was now overtired, and the joints were all beginning to ache now. What the ‘eck did I do at the After-Stroke Physio session to feel like this? Ah, it could be that I did tumble over in the Vic Centre, then? Who knows? Certainly not me! You’ve just got to laugh yer see! Hehehe! I went off for a wee-wee! Another enigma this, why are the wee-wees so variable all the time? I only fleetingly considered this question, too weary to bother.

I settled to watch the Kind Hearts and Coronets DVD, in black & white of course. A quintessential British comedy as I remember. At the time I saw it at the Grove Cinema around 1955, I was let in, because amazingly, this comedy/farce about a multiple murdering Duke, was granted a ‘U’ certificate in 1949. Just I’d mention it.

2Tue10WDP 02Rb.WD 0.0.255 2 Anyway, I found out why I had not watched the DVD before. It had no Subtitles! I did my best, but the sound was terrible, muffled, screeching, too bad to hear any words! A real shame, I was so looking forward to watching it! Humph!

WDP09LI turned on the TV, convinced that if I find some banal rubbish to view (Not a hard thing to do), I’ll fall to sleep for sure. But no! The days Memory-blanks, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops replayed in my mind, over and over, and I ended up worrying myself to sleep. Hahaha!

Poor old sausage!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 23rd November 2019: I’ve had better days, no chinwags. Tsk!

1 Nov 23

2019 Tnov 23

Saturday 23rd November 2019

Finnish: Lauantai 23 marraskuuta 2019

0Nov 23

02:35hrs: I woketh up, in need of the Porcelain Throne. Ah, back to normal at last again! This entailed, of course, the immediate removal of my over-carrion carrying cadaver, from the £300, second-hand, hideous beige-coloured, c1968, sometimes-working rickety, recliner. (The one that my 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, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet seven-months later) And off to the wet room.

 Which went exceptionally well, considering the right Neurotransmitter-failing affected right side and leg, was showing signs of its desire to do a mock-imitation of a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine. As I hobbled jerkily into the hallway, the thoughts of what I must look like if I was on camera, forced a smile to my lips!

WDPH01LWD 51.51.153 b The little skips I had to occasionally incorporate into my so-called ambulatory actions, to avoid banging into the four-pronged walking stick and tripping myself over, really was hilarious. Even when as I left the room, and a little kick-out knocked the corner display, stubbed the toe, and sent stuff tumbling to the floor – but the need for the Throne, left no time for checking on things!

WDP 12dI got into the room and whipped down the jammies and PPs, again, so timely, well, just in time! I’m getting good at this! It was another of those unbelievably nervous-making, worrying ‘Will the system cope with it?’ moments. Not to mention the ‘Where’s it all coming from?’, question. Oh, I’ve said it now! Haha! And, there was no bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, or Little Inchies fungal lesion, either! Another satisfying smile sneaked onto my mush!

Finally, I got washed up and into the kitchen. Where I put the kettle on, then sorted the handwashing onto the airers. Then I remembered the posology nurse not arriving for her or his appointment this week. Of course, these things are always recalled at the weekend when nothing can be done the issue, and it gives me time to forget all about it again. Tsk!

6Sat03I went to check on things at the front door, something told me to, the EQ I suppose. I found a begging circular that was for the previous tenant Margaret, and a leaflet; ‘Do you want to be alone on Christmas Day?’ Well, I worked for 20 years alone on Christmas Day, well, night, in Security. Now I’ve spent the last eight years worth of Christmas Days on my own, not seeing a soul. So, I’m well used to it by now. Nice thought though, thanks to the ‘Festive Loneliness is Real’ team. As for getting to Bestwood to collect a free meal, with no buses running, I could walk it in about two/three hours, I suppose; if I did need a festive meal? Getting it back home with it would be a little speculative. Hehehe! 

The usual droning, whining noise all around was more annoying than ever. There was even a few early morning bangs, clangs and knocks, I hope everyone is alright. I feared that I was making some noise, that had prompted retaliation. But I couldn’t think of any sound I’d made.

6Sat02aI made another brew, and took the medications to the computer desk, and started it up. (The computer, not the counter!)

WDPG02RWD 51.51.153 b Then as I was about to start on downloading the photos from yesterday, the Tinnitus kicked-off. Moments later, the saccadic eye movements began, making concentration terribly tricky. The morning’s combination of the surrounding humming-droning, with the tinnitus joining in, and now, the eyes jumping all over the place, made working on the lactarium all but impossible! These seem to have brought on my abulia. Things were going downhill suddenly. At least the myasthenia gravis is not so bad, so it isn’t all doom and gloom. At least I can type betterer than earlier on. I thought about doing an Ode about the Ailments? It might cheer me up doing a funny one. Yes, after getting the blog done, I’ll see if I can come up with some inspiration going. Haha!

I got the Friday post finished and posted off. Then went on the TFZer Facebooking. Next, the WordPress Reader.

Then made a tentative start to this post. Later on to the ‘Ode to my Ailments’ poem.

Got the funny ode finished and posted off. But with the graphics added, it took me about four hours to get done! Ah, well, it should come over as funnyish.

Time to consider what to eat now. Off to the kitchen and had a nosey around in the fridge and freezer. Selected the noshing requirement, none requiring any cooking, but a fair amount of preparation all the same.

Before I made a start, I took some photographs from the unwanted light & view-blocking window, hoping to catch the glumness and drizzle on view.

WD 51.51.153 b I forgot to make notes of which shooting mode I took them in, the same aspect on each one, but all in different settings. Tsk!

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6Sat17I buttered some milk roll bread and got the cooked beef off-cuts. Beetroot, pork pie, tomatoes, apple and mini swiss rolls on the tray. Ensconced myself in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. The one that bullying xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. 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)

Then, I and put the Taken Two DVD on to watch while eating the feast. A decent effort, getting a taste-rating of 7/10 overall.

The regular nodding-off and waking soon started. More frequently than usual tonight. Every time I woke up, someone was being tortured, bleeding profusely or having eight-bells of crap knocked out of them! I gave up watching and switched to the TV. Nightmare Kitchens were on. But they were the same episodes as last night! But, this eventually helped me get to sleep.

Where I stayed, nocturnal-nibbling and wee-wee free, for a good five hours! Nice!

Inchcock Today – Friday 22nd November 2019: A confuzzling day. Bad Dizzy Dennis bout. Spirits low. Hey-Ho!

1 Nov 22

Or, should that be The House of Commons?

2019 Tnov 22

Friday 22nd November 2019

Maori: Paraire 22nd Whiringa 2019

0Nov 22

WD 150.0.100 01:05hrs: As I stirred into a pretend life, the mind was starting to go off on one of its fear-storms; Luckily the need for a Porcelain Throne visit saved the day, and the brain was diverted to the urgent need of getting out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner! This morning, my freeing of the gargantuanly-flobby body and onto the feet, was probably on a par with sorting out Brexit! I’ll not go into the embarrassing reasons, but it took me the best part of half-an-hour to get to the wet room – by which time I was too late!

The session was messy, the wee-weeing took an age to stop, Little Ichies fungal lesion needed attention, and the sanitising and medicationalisationing afterwards, has never taken more time to get done! I managed, although my spirits were low now, with the discomfiture, self-consciousness and mortification of what had just happened! Guilt and shame were in there somewhere too! 

I took the medications, made a brew, and got on with updating the Thursday blog. At least the myasthenia gravis was a lot easier than yesterday, so even with so many photographs to sort and get in it, it took me far less time today. I seemed to resist my iracundulous thoughts and actions today, and this was a good thing. (I hope I’ve used the right word?)

5Fri01I went to make another brew and took three photos out of the new, mostly unwanted, unliked, thick-famed, light & View blocking kitchen window. I took each one in different settings: Night Landscape, Aperture Priority and Landscape.

I then got on with Pinterest posting, and on to TFZer Facebooking. After which, I went on the WordPress Reader section.

Ablution time, so off to the wet room – which was another bit of unexpected good-luck for me. Within seconds of stripping off, the Porcelain Throne needed attending! Talk about miraculous timing! This concerned me, with my plans to get out shopping in Arnold for some bread, milk and another thing on the list, which I can’t recall at the moment. I hope nothing untoward happens in the rear-end-exiting stakes while I’m out!

I made up and took five small bags to the waste chute, then returned to the flat, and went through the double-checking routines. Seeking substantiation, validation, verification and confirmation that I had not left something on or off, that shouldn’t be. Lights, taps (faucets), doors etc., and not entirely convinced that I had, (and in a dilemma, positivity and confidence never having been my forte for many years now) I garbed up warmly and departed. I met Malcolm on the way down.

WD 150.0.100 I visited Mary’s flat on the way, I’d not seen her for a while. Just to see if she’s alright. But she was not in, so she might well be at the bus stop?

Met the lady, whose name escapes me, I can never remember. Tsk! As I got out of the lift. A natter and the nibbles came out.

I called at the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinator’s) holding and interrogation office, where I handed a worried-harrassed-looking stern-faced Catwalk Model and Scharfhureress Warden Julie and handed her a nibble. The EQ told me to get out of her way, (I’m no hero!) into the big Winwood Social Room.

WD 150.0.100 I sat in a high chair for a while, musing, stewing about life. Which did me no good at all, everything, (and a lot did fleet-through the mind), that went through the brain-box was of a negative nature I’m afraid. Perspicacious, logical, commonsensical, reasoned, coherent or even insightful ponderations, they were not.

5Fri02I pulled myself away from the gloomy thoughts and poddled out to the bus stop. Aha! There was Mary, with Penny, Dot and Malcolm. I joined with a “Good morning, each!”, and handed out the nibbles. I enjoyed listening to Malcolm’s entertaining well-presented story of his visit to a theme park with the Grandkids, and the general moaning, laughing and 5Fri003grumps. Hehehe! Penny looked twinkling eyed. Mary was in good form and well.

The L9 arrived for Bestwood, and by then Cindy, Chrissie, Welsh William, Dot, Bill (William on Sundays), and others had joined us. I got on and in the corner Side-saddle seat, and snuggled in the drop board – for I had recognised the driver, and anticipated my having a battle not to be dislodged from the saddle at every corner the bus took. And so it was to be. Hehe! I did try doing the crosswords, but it was too dangerous, with having to cling on the bus furniture and hold the trolley from rolling away, despite the brakes being applied.

WDPright03WD 150.0.100 I dropped off of the bus in Arnold Front Street and had one of the worst Dizzy Dennis attacks ever. I was genuinely concerned and leant against some pedestrian crossing railings for a while. Everything around me felt like a dream, and not connected with me? As people walked by me, they almost looked like ghosts! This amazingly didn’t last long, and within ten minutes or so, I felt confident enough, to gingerly venture over the crossing to the other side of the road, towards the Fulton Food store. By the time I reached the store, everything was back to reality, and no signs of the dizzies? I can’t deny being concerned so, that I thought for a moment “Hello, this is it!”, but not so.

I was soon in my element, shopping, and finding things that I did not need or want. Dropping items, not being able to reach some. And having to struggle to get the three-wheeler around the place. I ended up getting some bargains, though. Roast turkey slices for £1, Pork Farms Pork Pies, and Beef trimmings each at £1, and two bottles of Sterilised milk.

WDP11LWD 150.0.100 Paid the lady, and made my way to the High Road bus stop. The timing worked well, I had ten minutes before the bus was due and only had to walk up the Asda (Walmart) alleyway to the top to the bus shelter. As I was reaching the top near the car park, the L9 bus belted passed! It was five-minutes early! That’s if my charity-shop bought £2 wristwatch with its £10 replacement strap, was right of course! Grumph & Grobbleclogs! Grr!

WDP 08L025Fri004So, I went back down the alleyway and went into the Asda (Walmart) store. To have a meander around while waiting for the next bus, from Front Street, that will take me back to the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination!

5Fri005It was a struggle to get around with so many customers, it is a Friday, so I suppose I should have expected it. I ended up at the self-serve-tills with, beetroot, fresh vine tomatoes, Milk Roll loaf, Sliced Wholemeal cobs, Potato cakes, and some mini swiss rolls. I paid-up, bagged the goods, and out to the bus stop on Front Street.

Passing near where I had the Dizzy Dennis spell earlier, made the goose-bumps come up. But I didn’t have any more of them.

When the bus got to Sherwood, it picked up some of my Windwood Heights fellow-tenants. My being st in the side-saddle seat, I greeted each one as they got on the bus. One even acknowledged me. By the time I got off the bus, last as is usual, and assisted down to the pavement by a Winchesteronian waiting to get on (Thank you, Sir!), all the others from the bus had disappeared inside Winchester Court. (Gawd, they’re quick! Hehehe!) 

I went in and through the link passage to the big social room, and passed the Winwood Lobby, through the next link-passage into a cold, gloomy Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. Up in the elevator and into the flat, no wee-wee or Porcelain Throne visits needed, now that is a rarity!

5Fri006I got the kettle on, then unloaded the Asda (Walmart) and Fulton Foods. Realising I had forgotten to get the toilet cistern cleaner blocks. Well, fancy that, me, forgetting something! Haha!

I decided , after considerable ponderisationing, on having frankfurters, gammon steaks, tomatoes, beetroot, apple and mini swiss rolls for my nosh.

WDPrightWD 150.0.100 But decided to get the handwashing done first. And worra mess I made doing it! During the rinsing-out stage, as I was emptying the bowl, the bloody Sensory nerves went on the blink, and I ended up dropping the bowl, with water over the sink and draining board, me and the floor! As luck would have it, I’d stripped off beforehand, ready to get the sleeping-gear on. So drying me was no problem at least. The floor was more of a struggle. No ululations, mind. I was almost pleased that my run of unnatural good luck had ended, and I was back in the real world.

I got the jammie-bottoms and the dressing gown that is too small for me, on. Finished the washing, freshening, wringing and hanging up to dry the shirt and socks.

5Fri007WDP11LThen got the meal served up, settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, and began the unfortunately very unpleasant task of eating the plate of evening fodder. Although it did look good, a few ingredients let me down tastewise and by my bad cooking! The gammon steaks were not my cup of tea at all, far too sweet! The worst of my errors was cooking the potato cakes with the gammon, the sweet fat soaked into the cakes, and they were uneatably sweet, too! Eurgh! The tomatoes were so tasteless! The frank’s, apple, beetroot and mini rolls were all fine. I had a couple of the wholemeal cobs as well. Flavour-Rating: 3/10.

5Fri08I put another old DVD on to watch. Liam Neeson in ‘Taken’. I thought that a goodie-winning film might cheer me up a bit. I tried several times to take a picture of the box, but the nerve-ends were still playing up, and this was the best of the five efforts I tried, and not a good one. Huh!

I started to watch the film, drifted off to sleep, woke, rewound it and watched again… repeatedly! So I gave up after about an hour, and having only watched approximately ten-minutes worth of it! Ah, well!