Inchcock Today: Tuesday 28th January 2020: Oddlymost indoors day!

2020 Jan 29

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Tuesday 28th January 2020

Tuesday 28th January 2020

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01:10hrs: I stirred, thought about a dream I’d been having. Coughed, passed-wind, listened to the World Famous ‘Hum’ as loud as ever, and was immediately annoying and weed-off. “That’s a good start to the day!” I thought. Then the innards started movements of a worryingly dynamic nature. A hectic, but injury-free scramble to the wet room began. No signs of nocturnal nibbling spotted.

My timing was perfect (I’m glad I rushed, though!), the instant I was on the Porcelain Throne, things started. But it was a long hard slog. For after a second or two, much effort was needed. The cistern struggled, needing two flushes to clear things. On the wonderfully bright-side, there was no bleeding, and things were not messy. Washed disinfected and off to the kitchen.

WD 120.60.0 Where a shock awaited me when I went to make a brew. I thought I’d fill-up the Glengettie tea-bag pot. After a long search, there was none to be found! So I did an Ocado order for some more. I got some Thompsons Punjana as well. 

I got the medications taken, then started to update the Monday diary! It took me three and a bit hours, but with soo many photographs to sort out, this was not too long at all. The right-side neurotransmitters were not bad at all this morning. Colin Cramps had replaced them as the worse offender. Surprisingly, in the left hand, only fingers? Heck of a painful job to get them straightened up at times. At least, annoying as this was, it was far preferable to the nerve-end failures, so I looked on the bright side.

WD 120.60.0 Towards the end of updating…

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Then…

Vir7 200Stop

WD 120.60.0 Most aggranoying! This stopping and starting continued for the rest of the day. Taking the pleasure away from the Internet for me. Most importantly, it cost me far to much time and delayed things getting done. Thank you. Mr Fries! (Blumpherations!)

I managed to get the post finished, and my patience tested to the full.

I went to make another mug of tea, and the sky looked beautiful. I couldn’t take a decent shot, cause the camera was on charge. So I got the old little battery one, and took three shots, and linked them together, then trimmed them. As I went to take another photo, the camera died a death! I buried it in the recycling bag, saying a few words in memorisation. Haha! I levelled and cut them.

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2Tue05I tended to the ablutions. Only a couple of dropsies this time. (Razor (2), flannel) It went well overall, and the Sock Glide was tamed!

The legs looked better, I thought. The mystery bleeding from the overnight appeared spots and blotches, were drying-up nicely.

2Tue04aBut the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, was really crap today! Even for them!

Forever getting this sign up. Ha! it just came up again, two minutes after the last one!

I think they should change the name from Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet to Mission Impossible Internet! Gerrangulations!

The sweet, highly desirous Nurse Christina should be here soon, I hope, to take my blood.

I went on the WordPress Reader. Gave up on Libert-Global internet.

Got the handwashing done, wrung and hung!

0 ChristinaSunshine, in the form of Nurse Christina, bucked me up as she arrived to take my blood. She let me take her photo, in the balcony, bless her. I wish I’d got a printer now! Humph!

After she had left, I went on TFZer Facebooking. But it was hard work with the net going down so often.

I tried to clean the oven, but too painful getting at it.

Then another summoning to the Porcelain Throne. A lot easier performance this time. Which was nice, cause I expected the same problems again.

Fatigue and weariness dawned, so I got some chips in the oven, I’ll have to eat the short-dated mini pork pies again. (Snigger!)

Gawd how tired I suddenly feel! 2Tue08a

Got the nosh done, a quick job, I didn’t fancy falling asleep eating again. Some mini pork pies, truffle fries and caramelised onion relish. An apple and lemon curd dessert for afters. Quick, little washing up to do. I was soon in the recliner eating it and ate the lot.

But although I expected to nod-off, it took me longer than for ages, to get to the land of bliss. Don’t know why.

Inchcock Today. Sunday 26th January 2020: Depressed, frustrated, and ashamed. Normal day, then! Hehe!

2020 Jan 27

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Sunday 26th January 2020

Hungarian: 2020. Január 26, Vasárnap

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00:05hrs: WD 171.0.171 I woke in a sort of odd feeling of, get-up and go… No, that’s pushing it a bit. With a little pep in my step… No, well, not feeling too bad! Hehe! I knew I’d been dreaming again, but no traces of any plot, happenings, or memories of them this time.

I manoeuvred my flobby-wobbly body out from the £300, second-hand, rickety, c1968 recliner with relative ease. Oh, yes! As I got up into a semi-perpendicular stance,  the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) was needed. So, three steps later, I was performing the release, with relief! Back to the FDBFF (Firm-Determined-But-Faded-Fast) style, this time. I did notice how full the bucket was! How come I cannot recall using it?

As I hobbled to go and wash my dandies, I noticed a parcel, a letter, and the old slow-cooker, that I’d put outside to remind me to take with me to skip, were on the floor near the door? I went to investigate.

WD 171.0.171 I believe, with a confused look on my face. I worked it all out in time. I think, maybe someone had delivered the Rice cooker flex and plug (they were in the parcel), and someone had posted me a letter that was for another flat, and one or the other must have thought I’d left the cooker thing out in the hallway by mistake and put it through the door. A moment or two of more Sherlock Holmes-like considerating, and I realised the parcel was too big to go through the letter-box! Then, I found I had left the door unlocked, ah, that means someone has been inside the flat, then?

My head ached, with all this unravelling and puzzling out the clues, so by the time I’d got to have a wash-up, I needed the Porcelain Throne as well. Worra a painful session it was! 7Sun02Bloody as well, but far less messy. You can’t win ’em all, Haha!

I checked out the pins, which were being shown interest in by Arthur Itis. Not bad looking at all, I thought.

7Sun01As I left to go to the kitchen, the shaking started from the neurotransmitter transmissions failing. At least as of now, this is very often for a short time only. When I got in, I decided to get the handwashing done first thing. Thus giving me more time if needed, when getting Josies Sunday meal prepared in time.

It was soon time to get Josie’s meal ready. And I’d not done my ablutions yet! Tsk!

So, I got the cold stuff on the plate ready and had a stand-up wash in intervals! I kept, nipping into the kitchen, to stir the peas, mushroom and check on the fish in the oven. But not easy. Did the teeth, Check cooking. Had a shave. Check cooking. Washed the lower regions. Check cooking. You get the idea! Also, a fair amount of time was spent picking things up from the dropsies! A masterpiece of cunning planning! Hehehe!

7Sun05I got the meal all prepped, and onto the serving trolley. 

Out and delivered it to Josie’s door, just two minutes after noon!

WD 171.0.171 But, no reply, was the answer to my repeated ringing of her bells. 

Now I was worried about Josie. Had she gone to meet her sister again, and forgot to tell me? (I am the perfect person to understand about forgetting things myself in fact, an expert, in my own rights! Hahaha! But how do I know the gal isn’t lying on the floor inside on having taken a tumble? I don’t, and that is a concern. I pray she calls in the morning, or even tonight, and has remembered. Oh, dear!

I tried not to let it get me down. At least I didn’t have to make another meal for myself later: I ate this one!

I checked on the slow-cooker tracker, a bit of way to go yet to get here. (ETA of 16:45hrs > 17:35hrs) Then watched some TV with the subtitles on, so I don’t miss hearing the intercom if the delivery arrives, of the smaller crock-pot, I hope!

7Sun06I went to make a brew and had to turn on the light in the kitchen. It had suddenly gone so dark, and the rain was starting to fall. I suppose this might mean the cooker is coming later than forecast.

Not that I mind a lot, but staying awake is the problematic part.

I washed the dishes and pots, then went on CorelDraw, graphicationalisationing. I got the grand-total of one graphicalisation done, and the door chime rang out. At first, I hoped and thought it might be Josie, returning from a day out – but it was the Amazon crock-pot being delivered. Not too bad, just three hours after my head down-time, so I’m not complaining.

I was too tired to bother checking out the pot now, but I took a couple of snaps of it, against  ‘old’ one that had the ‘too big’ to use one in it.

7Sun07

I could tell right away that it was a smaller one I’d ordered. I’m quick, yer know! Hahaha! 

Feeling done in again now. I updated this diary and got my head down.

The damned mind-thought-storming started, I tried to ignore it, but it knows all my fears, worries, loves and frustrations; and made a good job of bringing them back to me! Swine!

Inchcockski: Searching for Sanity & Logicality – In bad Rhyme!

Gerald James Timothy Algernon Archibald Inchcock

The Nottinghamian lad knows he is losing it, big time.

Mentally and physically, getting help is hopeless,

 He gets uptight, but he’s completely harmless,

Depressed, untidy, ill and charmless,

He can’t commit suicide, he ain’t got the time,

Even his words don’t properly rhyme!

 

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Inchcock: Sadly searching for Sanity

Somewhere, in his tortured labyrinth of a brain,

Lies logic, intelligence, but he can’t find them today,

The brain is active but rarely reliable or decisive,

Also, hesitant, feeble, and the memory’s gone away,

 Some details it retains, and admires he does say,

Mostly about medications, Red Dwarf and Will Hay,

 But his desire, longing for sanity, will not go away!

 

WDP 1L

 However, his efforts, hopes and plans are derisive,

 The mentality-seeking strategies are not conducive,

At least not for 74 years… that’s including today,

He redoubled his spiritual side, and started to pray,

Again in hopes, he’d be semi-sane again, one day,

He talks to his EQ, that’s hyper-sensitive.

 

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He wrote to an Agony Aunt, that was digressive,

 He revealed all, and thought that was impressive!

She said she couldn’t help, and she was sorry,

But why did she throw herself under a lorry?

Inchy thought that was a touch impulsive and excessive!

Regaining logicality, will he ever find a way?

Or remain an idiot, until his dying day?

Another thing, why do his wee-wees always over-spray?

 

This blog was produced without a warning disclaimer.

No claims made for any educationalistical prowess of the author.

Donations and mental assistance will be gladly accepted.

In the event of the writer snuffing it, kindly donate to the Outer Peruvian Pregnant Kangaroo Appreciation Society, Nottingham Branch. 0115 999999.

Thank You

WDPT02L

Inchcockski – Thur 16 Jan 2020: Medications, frustrations, altercations and aggravations. Normal day, then!

2020 Jan 15

2020 ttJan 15

I was wrong!

Thursday 16th January 2020

Scots Gaelic: Diardaoin 16 Faoilleach 2020

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01:20hrs: I woke in a rather gentle, reluctant, ‘I’m not really interested’ fashion. Within a few seconds, this all changed as the rarity of my grey cells ‘memory box’, burst into activity! “The medications have to taken, and now. Despite the best efforts of Carrington Pharmacy, I had some tablets to take now!”

WDP 10R04WD 20.20.20 With temporary, unthinking, casual aplomb, I rose from the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner, up onto my feet, and got a reaction from Arthur Itis’s knees, well one knee, the right one. I was soon back down in the recliner, holding the knee as mentioned above, and squinching with the pain. Fortunately, past experiences had made me keep a tube of the Fenbid Forte pain gel on the Ottoman. I liberally applied a dollop of to the patella. Then more slowly this time, I got to my feet, things were a lot calmer with the leg now, grabbed the four-pronged stick, and started to move towards the kitchen. 

WDP 10R02WD 20.20.20 I didn’t get, but a few hobbled paces, when I had to divert to the Porcelain, at last things were moving in the innards, a little too quickly for me, so I did a bestest ever-time to get in and seated, and things started of their own accord, then half-way, everything stuck! I ended up getting the crossword book and having a bash at the puzzles. For, I knew it would be a while before things started moving again.

I’d got about eight answers in before the action restarted, and it did so very suddenly, quickly and uncomfortably! I really feared that the blood would be all over the bowl and myself. I was gobsmacked when I didn’t see any, not a speck! This was a new Throne scenario for me. I wondered if I was still asleep and dreaming?

WDP 003dWD 20.20.20 But, no, this was proven when I’d cleaned things up and turned away to get to the sink for washing my dandies, and I trod on the pen that I had not noticed I’d dropped on the floor. A little more wincing and grimacing followed. It hurt more than the entire session on the seat did! I broke the pen too! Tsk! Hey-ho!

I rubbed in some more gel on the knee and took a couple of snaps. Amazingly, they were back to the pale, colourless, ashen, anaemic, ‘I think-I-must-be-dead’ state? A few new blood-papules coming up gave it a bit of colour, mind. Hehehe!

4Thu05

What a transformation from yesterday! Transubstantiated in twelve hours?

I eventually got to the kitchen, for the critical stuff to be done, take the medications and make a brew of Glengettie Gold tea! Argh me hearties! 

4Thu01I checked out the blister-packs of tablets that arrived five-days late and forcing me to miss so many doses; from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Plenty of advice notes on the various medications, side-effects, contents etc. were sent with them this time. Oddly enough, all warning about missed doses!

4Thu02I made the brew and took this mornings dosages. Ear-holes oiled, Saccades-Sandra drops put in, etc. all done.

As I got in the front room to make a start on the blog updating, I heard a swift-rumbling sort of noise. I had a hobble around, convinced that something or other had fallen over in the flat, but found nothing. It might have been someone from a higher floor using the waste-chute out of hours (08:00 to 20:00hrs), but I’m not sure what it was.

I had the first wee-wee of the day, and it was a lengthy MEPP (Marathon-Endless-Painfull-Persistent) one. That would most likely be from taking the Furesomide water tablet, perhaps. After all, thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, I haven’t had any to take for five days. So I anticipate getting these painful blaster-type wee-wees for a while yet. How many days have I been stuck in the flat now? Mainly thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA delivering the medications five days late.

WDPH01R4I’d love to get out and about again. But today, the Morrison order, the window cleaner and a chance of Leoni coming from the NHS Medicines Team (I hope Leoni does visit, then I can tell her of Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Their late prescriptions and the Furesomide not being put separately as they had promised they’d be done!) Bitter? Me? Yes! And I still want to see the Doctor, (I will ask for some Anxiolytics, tell her about the dizzies and falling over, and hopefully other stuff if I can find the list I made two months ago), and I have to see the Bank Manager. Still bitter? Me? Yes! Well, pissed-off anyway!

I hope the beta-blocker (Bisoprolol Fumarate) starts to have some effect, the old ticker is going too hard at the moment but might calm down now I’ve had a tablet. As was expected when Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA left me with no pills for five-days! (I must stop this getting back at Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, I’ll not mention the unreliable, unsafe, untrustworthy, uncaring, dangerous chemist again! Well, I’ll try my bestest not to.)

At last, I made a start on computing. I started this blog off first. Then moved onto finishing the Wednesday blog, that contains some painful and bitter memories, I think I may have delayed it due to this. The usual selection of name-given ailments slowed things throughout. Saccades-Sandra, Lethologica Lynda, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, the dying Nigel’s Neurotransmitters and the odd wee-wee. Which was interesting to me. Because having taken a Furesomide pill, I expected little and often releases, but they were not that many, however, all of the MEPP (Marathon-Endless-Painful-Persistent) style. Just thought I’d mention it, like.

I moved the handwashing around, some onto the airer, the shirt hung on the coathanger I’d freed by taking off the shirt I was going to wear today, and what a picklement of a state it was in! Only the second time I’ve washed this one. The first time the dark chocolate brown colour changed to black when cleaned. It is now a mixture of dark greens and yellows? Mmm? I am colour blind, though. But I thought it was on reds?

Off to tackle the ablutionary duties good-and-early, so as not to miss the arrival of the Morrison delivery.

WD 20.20.20A Another interesting event! A record amount of dropsies I think this morning. Toothbrush, toothpaste, toothbrush pot, shaving foam can (2), razors (5), carbolic soap (2), flannel, Body spray, Germoloid tube, olive-oil jar, Savlon tube, Flash cleaner bottle, bleach bottle cap (I still haven’t found that!), freshener granule pot (Bad this one, it broke and took a bit of muttered-bad-language and effort to clean it up. Still, the wet room smells nice now, Hehehe!) There may have been more.

wdp02LeftWD 20.20.20A The worst being the dreaded, prospectively lethal sock-glide! It fell from my grip when moving it, hit the deck and bounced back up again. Guess where it hit me? Between the legs, say no more, other than maybe… Arrrghhhhh! I wouldn’t have minded so much, but how the heck did it find the smallest appendage in the country to hit! Humph!

4Thu06There’s a thought, I wonder if the Tate Gallery would be interested in some photos of… No, no, No! My Delphic nature and self-confidence are at a low enough level already, thank you.

WD 20.20.20 The pins (legs) appeared to be in a transmogrificationalistic stage to me.

The veins were slowly working their way to a more highlighted-condition, I thought.

One leg was bigger than the other one again, too! The blotchiness increasing. They were even pastier and anaemic than yesterday.

And to think, a couple of days ago, I was commenting on how almost normal they were looking! Tsk! Haha!

I’ll bet a penny to a pound that they will be different again tomorrow. (Note how cunningly I put penny and pound in the opposite way around?) You can’t rely on this Peripheral Neuropathy, you know!

I was out of the wet room for a few minutes and the intercom panel lit up. It was the Morrison delivery man. He was soon up at the door, surprised that I had remembered the return carriers and had them waiting in the hallway. Smug-Mode-Engaged! He took the bags through to the kitchen for me. I thanked him and off he went.

4Thu08I got them unpacked and checked the things out with the list from the internet.

I had three cans of Whisky Cola as treats; one of them was all bashed-in and dented. Shame! Then I found the bananas were green, but they should ripen by about April, so no worry. The sliced Chestnut mushroom only had two days life on the label, and didn’t look very good at all! But was I bothered? Oddly, no!

4Thu09Something, scheme, decision, plan, or flimflam-stratagem was formulating, brewing inside my head as I put away the fodder. But the brain wasn’t letting on to me what it was! Well, that how it is when you have a high EQ and the lowest IQ. Hopefully whatever is maturing in the head, will reveal itself shortly.

The fridge was back to its usual cram-packed state, and in need of some put-of-date checks, I believe. Hehe! Without doing any, I had to dish some cooked ham, and tub of butter as I filled up the fridge.

I’d only ordered one bag of oven chips to go in the freezer. But had to dish a part bag of fries to make room to get it in!

4Thu10I must try to do some of the smoked haddock for tonight’s nosh. I already had some normal mushrooms in the fridge, so I got them in the crock-pot cooking. I might have them with the haddock, potatoes and garden peas, perhaps. It depends on when the window cleaner arrives.

Too late and I will not be able to get down to the bank or go to the Doctors surgery. It’s the odd hours I keep, you know! Head down around 15:00hrs, up at anything from 22:00 to 00:30hrs. Unless like yesterday, when I had to stay up for the five-days late prescription medications to arrive. Another thing, what am I waffling on about?

I should really be getting on with creating some graphics, I’m desperately short of any ready to use. But it’s hard to get into it knowing someone maybe, perhaps, possibly might be calling or not. But, I’d love to get out and about for a bit, having been stuck indoors, curtesy of Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Whoops!

Awaiting the window cleaner couple. Nope, too late for the bank now, I’d never get there in time before he leaves. Also, the Doctors visit is knackered. Also, Aldi. Lidl shopping can’t be done. Bloody good job I had the bits from Morrisons. Well, that’s six days stuck indoors now!

I moved all the things off of the kitchen window shelf in readiness for the window cleaner pair to arrive (More in hope than expectancy, now).

I decided to go down to see Jenny, taking the bag of Balsamic vinegar crisps, cause I know she and Frank love them and ask if the window cleaner had started yet. I took just the stick, which was rather brave of me (Hahaha!).

WD 20.20.20 WDP 10R03I got to the lift lobby and was just about to press the call button, and both head-lights went out indicating the death of the elevators! Well, if that doesn’t represent my unfortunate nature, I don’t know what will. Humph! Then it dawned on me, today is the upgrading work by the Mansells Fire Sprinkler team. Ah, well! A touch of pragmatism had attached itself to me, and no-hassle or annoyance rose at all.

I decided that I would just use the stairs to get down to Jenny’s! (You can see by this, that Arthur Itis was in a kind mood with me) So, off I set, slowly and carefully down the six flights of concrete stairs, clinging to the handrail, naturally. I was doing well, much better than the last time I used these steps.

WD 20.20.20 Half-way down, and the lights went out and for just a second or so, total darkness! I made the already fast-beating heart jump a bit, but I immediately recognised why; it will be the fire sprinkler workers testing things? As I mentioned the emergency lights came on, and I could see my way easily enough. If there had been fire smoke, I don’t think it would have been possible to see though, it was not too bright a light. Heigh-ho!

WD 20.20.20 I got to Jennies, rang the bell, and it was so nice to see her again when she opened the door. We had a little natter, and she informed me that the man and woman who do the windows had not turned up today. Bother! And I’d just cleared all that stuff off of the window shelf as well, Ha! I thanked her for the info and made my way (Still taking my time, determined not to have any incidents with the walking stick) back down the cement steps in the fire escape back to the twelfth floor. All went well, and I found that the four-pronged walking stick to be harder work, but far safer to use, cause it made sure I didn’t rush things, having to take an extra second or so each step, to get it firmly and evenly on the ground, but that is a good thing I thought, as long as I’m not rushing it! So, I learnt something today.

Got back to the flat, and found a letter had been delivered. My heart always sinks when I get a letter, well, an official-looking one. It was from the Medicines team, Leoni. She is calling to see me next Tuesday, 21st January at 10:20hrs. This was exciting! Oh, yes! At last, I can get a chance to tell someone who is interested, and might do something to help, about the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA delivering the medications five days late, leaving me without beta-blockers, and failing to separate the Furesomide tablets as they promised they would do. Yee-Haa! But I mustn’t get my hopes up. Deja vu, ignis fatuus and will o” the wisp and all that!

I had to put back all the things onto the kitchen window shelf. It’s being so lucky that keeps me going!

I got the nosh cooked and served up. As usual, for recently, I made far too much than I could eat. Worthy of indistinction was the Icelands Moroccan tomatoes: Tough as leather, tasteless and unjuicy. Their smoked Haddock was also taste-free and resembled coloured cardboard! Everything else was fine. Flavour-rating? A generous 5/10.

4Thu17

The lemon-curd yoghourt and lemon Whirls mini-cakes were highly acceptable to the taste-buds!

I got pots done, then the handwashing done, rung and hung.

I’ll be locking the door for once, at 15:00hrs, and refuse to answer it if anyone arrives now, I need sleep and recuperation, from yet another harrowingly day of feather-brained thinking, let downs, failures and malfunctioning mind-meandering. That came out well, dinnit? Haha!)

An old Sherlock Holmes, 1939, with Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce the best ones, was on the TV. I got settled in time for the start and watched until the first set of advertisements came on. Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 12th January 2020: A querulous, unsettling day.

2020 ttJan 12

Sunday 12th January 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sul 12fed Ionawr 2020

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23:00hrs: I woke, with a frustrationalisticness, due to my not being able to recall the dream I’d been having, but had the idea that I wanted to, so I could mention it on this blog. Ah, well, no idea what it was about!

I lay for a short while, considering my few remaining options in life. My bucket list, and needs, hopes and inspirations. Plans for the future. Desires and needs! This took me about two minutes!

I began to reluctantly wrench out my dilapidated, somewhat flabby-bellied body from the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner. Arthur Itis immediately complained in his usual fashion and stung me with some pain-giving twinges. I got up into a semi-perpendicular stance, grabbed the stick, and hobbled into the kitchen to put the kettle on.

WD 0.0.135 As soon as I pressed the power button, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, urgently! Again, it was a close call getting there in time, and what a session this was! Bloody, messy and most uncomfortable. For a description of the evacuated dollop, think a torpedo-shaped long bale of hay! Cricky, I’m glad now that I didn’t eat much of last night’s meal! I might stil7Sun06l be sat on the Throne now if I had! Certain areas needed sanitising and medicating, with TLC! Had a wash and back to make the brew.

With the struggle in passing, I mixed a sachet of the Macrogol first.

7Sun07Then made the brew and took the medications.

To the computer, and started things off with the updating of Saturday post.

As I began typing, a few things became apparent to me. Saccades Sandra was going to give 7Sun04me some hassle. Duodenal Donald was stabbing at me. And I had some new growths to join the old one, on the right hand! They came out almost orange in the photograph? Not a lot surprised me nowadays with the ever-changing ailments. But this did.

The updating took less time than usual, as I had condensed things, in an effort to spend less time on the computer, and get some cleaning up done and much needed rest. I got it finished and posted off. Then went to make another mug of tea. As well as the photo above, I took a couple of pictures of the view from the unwanted, light & view-blocking new windows.

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The first one through the opened window, the second from inside. As the rain was soaking me through with the window open.

WD 0.0.135 Back to the computer and…

Virgin blue narrow

WD 0.0.135 Then…

Virg 255

The wee-wees had been persistent all morning, so I went for yet another. Most of them were in the LBRWS (Long-But-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) mode.

While waiting for Liberty-Global Virgin Media to return on-line, I went to tidy up the kitchen (Gawd, it needed it!) and make yet another drink.

7Sun08WD 0.0.135 I went to get out next weeks medicine tray and realised that there wasn’t one, I’d just used up my entire supply? I rather hope the new ones will be delivered today!

Life is something that tests one’s patience, especially people like medical patients! Haha!

Back to the computer, and Liberty-Global internet was back on, but fluctuating between slow and dead-slow, now!

WD 0.0.135 I went on the WordPress Reader. Then posted some Pinterest photographs. And yet another urgent calling to the Porcelain Throne arrived. This time it 7Sun05was an even-closer shave to making it to the seat in time! I took a very poor, although I didn’t realise it at the time, snap of the knees. With Arthur Itis giving me such bother, I expected they would be all bloated and warped, but no, they seemed okay to me? Hey-ho!

I made a start on this blog for a while (with many wee-wee and Saccades Sandra delays). Then decided to try to write an ode I’d been thinking of while doing this blog, but had forgotten what it was about! Humph!

7Sun10aI was suddenly hungering and hankering for something to eat for brekkers. I made a mug of Thompsons best tea and had a packet of salt & vinegar Chipsticks, the last jam tart and a bar of orange club biscuit! Followed with a few cashew nuts. But not a lot!

Then decided to get the ablutions done, as it was gone the witching-hour of 08:00hrs. I had a change of plans (I’m well-known for this, you know, Hehe!) and decided to take the black bags to the chute.  Then down with the recyclable carrier and carrier of glass for the small bin. I chanced to take them down, using just the walking stick.

WDP 2019a2WD 0.0.135A And I was doing well until I got into the three flats hallway and a visit from Dizzy Dennis was suffered. I didn’t go down or anything dangerous, but I did drop the bag of empty glass jars and bottles! None broke either, but the noise they made, has most likely made me as popular with the other tenants, as Nigel Farage would be at the Liberal Party Conference! Humph!

WDP 003lWD 0.0.135 I pointlessly whispered an “I’m sorry!” And carried on into the lift and down and outside with the bags. It dawned on me; I had not taken the two black bags to the chute! It was raining and windy out there, so I got the job done as quickly as I could to avoid getting soaked and returned to Woodthorpe Court with the rubbish-bags. Remembering this time, to deposit the black bags in the waste chute, and avoid clouting my head on the lid this time. Which I did! Smug-Mode Adopted!

WDP 0027Sun14WD 0.0.135WD 0.0.135A Back to the flat, and tackled the ablutionalisational duties. A few dropsies and it went pretty well for me until it came to the dreaded Sock-Glide Battle. Two trapped fingers, on for each sock, both forced me into a 7Sun13quietly uttered few words of an intemperate nature. I also noted while in the shower, (apart from not, I say Not, dropping the soap or showerhead), that the tiles on the wall were getting a tad grimy looking.

The pins had changed a little. The ankle swelling had gone down a lot.

Signs of Venous Insufficiency, and spider, femoral veins were slowly coming back a little more prominently.

Thankfully, Arthur Itis was seemingly easing off somewhat too.

7Sun15WDP 02lbWD 0.0.135 So I got out the Mildew and Mould sprays and created a cunning plan! Oh, yes! I would sit on the shower stool and reach down to the lower tiles, and stand on it, to reach the higher ones. Good eh? The very moment I hit the floor after falling out of the chair, I knew this was not going to work after all! I struggled back on my feet and applied some Phorpain Gel on the elbow and shin. Buenos Dias! Int’ life a gas? Hehehe! I withdrew from the Mildew-removal activities area, and guess what?

WD 0.0.135 Porcelain Throne duties No.3 were needed! A good job I was so close to the WC bowl, as things moved along fast and almost caught me out again, a sort of self-starting and finish when the innards felt they were ready to, session! However, a third-variety of evacuation followed. No bleeding from anywhere, very little pain, the enormity of the released product seemed less this time. It’s a busy day for a Sunday!

The rain seemed to have stopped, but the sun was in and out a bit regular, so I left the lights on. I nipped out quickly (quickly, hahaha!), to go on the rooftop of Winwood Court, to try and catch some photographs while the sun was shining.

WDP Dec 26bWD 0.0.135 Huh! another change of plans. I just remembered that I have no tablets left! So I rang the Pharmacy, without realising it was ‘Sunday’, what an idiot! I’ve got enough Warfarin and Simvastatin for today, but desperately short of Codeine. So, somehow tomorrow, I’ve got to call the chemist and find out what’s happening, and also see the Bank Manager. Hang on, there’s Mo’s funeral to go to on Monday! I’m getting all confused, sad, and going on a downer now!

7Sun16Still, Josie’s nosh to be prepared yet. How can one go from so high to so low in an instant? I’d better make a start. I noticed while getting Josie’s nosh prepared, that the odd orangey-red marks on the right hand had disappeared or dissipated altogether? But the two older scars 7Sun17were still there? I baked on smoked haddock-cheese and potato rissole a little longer today. Put some of the Tuna with mayonnaise and sweetcorn on for another trial for her. Sliced tomato, mushrooms and garden peas. A can of Gin & Tonic, and a limoncello dessert top round it off. Makes it a bit of a change for her to try. I hope she likes the new stuff. I delivered it spot on the usual time, as anyone who is a personal chef should do. Hehe!

7Sun18I got back inside, and Shaking Shaun had a go at me. Left me in a bit of a dodgy condition as I plated my own nosh, Dizzy Dennis joined in the ‘Let’s-get-at-Inchcock’ session.

To be frank, memories after this part of the day, do not exist. But I woke later in the evening, panicking.

A volgivagant life brings on mental strife!

A volgivagant life brings on mental strife!

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Formulated by Inchcock, while he was medicationalising Little Inchies Fungal Lesion

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Thought of the Day

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Disclaimers:

No animal life was harmed in the production of these odes.

Allergies: They do contain a nut, & can cause laughter (Maybe)

These thoughts have been veganistically prepared.

The contents of this blog discourage suicidal tendencies.

Remainers & Leavers are encouraged to enjoy.

 

Inchcock Today – Monday 6th January 2020: I believe Inchcock’s Diary, could confuse Confucious! It does, Inchcock!

2020 Jan 06
If Only It Could Have Been!

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Monday 6th January 2020

Welsh: Dydd Llun 6ed Ionawr 2020

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23:10hrs: I stirred in need of a wee-wee. The overweight heavily-stomached and aching all over for some reason body was reluctant to be prised away from the £300 second-hand rusty recliner. The toe still throbbed from last night’s double-stubbing!

I got to the wet room without too much hassle, all the same. I’d gone to the WC as opposed to using the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-wee-Bucket) because I was sure the need for a Porcelain Throne evacuation was imminent. For several mornings now, the urgent need had arisen with minutes of my escaping the clutches of the recliner, and each time I had been lucky to get to the wet room on time. (I felt rather smart and smug about this planning!) However, after the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee was finished, the hands washed, Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding treated, and I’d got to the kitchen, and still no signs of my needing a heavy-duty session had arrived. Tsk!

But I had to return to the wet room in need of another wee-wee! This one of the ELPSOAO (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) Mode.

1Mon 01The knees and legs looked a tad more colourful than of late. With the Clopidgrel lumps returning. But the blood papules and all veins were looking calm. I did have a new small purplish-blue blotch on the inner of the right leg that might turn into something that the Tate Gallery might be interested in as it develops? Haha!

1Mon02Washed and creamed, medicated things, and back to make a brew and take the medications.

I got the computer on and checked the Google Diary for the next few day’s duties and appointment.

I must out today to get some bits of nosh in. No time over the next three days, I’ll be stuck indoors again. Well, two indoors, the third hopefully visiting Sister Jane at her Mansion. But don’t think I’m afraid of going there and getting told-off, tutted-at, and receiving down-the-nose looks with a curled lip, that could melt and disintegrate Tungsten, and my pockets picked by xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete. Well, nervous, perhaps!

WD 0.0.255 As I was changing to WordPress to start the updating of the Sunday post:

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I felt like crying, but instead, I inwardly vituperated to Mr Fries and cursed my accursed bad luck in moving from BT to Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet. Although looking back now, BT was about as bad as this shower is at providing a decent service! Mind you, Fries’ lot charge more!

I went to make another brew of tea and cleaned the pots I’m missed from doing last night. When I returned to the computer, at least it had a connection – albeit was still slow. My dislike for Mr Fries and Liberty-Global went down to Defcon 3.

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I plodded relentlessly on with the updating. Other than a good few wee-wees, which were a variety of modes, length, pain, and splashbackabilities. Got the post finished eventually. When the top-priority demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

WDP 10R02LWD 0.0.255 Off to the wet room, I made it in time enough, although it was still closer than I would have liked, for comfort. The passing went well, no bleeding and little mess and pain. The only thing worth mentioning was after the event, and a tad perplexing! The water in the WC, was bubbling, almost like in a geyser? One flush cleared the contents, and I could not help but stick my finger in the water, to assure myself it wasn’t actually hot! The bubbles continued for about another minute, then died down. I was in a state of puzzlement, mystification, and bewildered at what could have caused this violent bubbling in the first place? Another enigma of my beloved Nottingham City Homes, Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, producing illusion, delusion, & hallucinational activities! Hehehe! Mmm?

I struggled with the slow internet service, with the odd intermittent few seconds going downtime, and went on the WordPress Reader. Then the TFZer Facebooking.

By the time I had around top starting this page off, spend about an hour on it, with the regular wee-wees (I hope they ease-off before I go out later), is needed, I got around to thoughts of food, and what to have for brekkers. I decided on a mug of tea and some cornflakes, providing they had not gone all soggy (I’ve had them in for a while now!). I went to check them out.

1Mon02aBrekkers was corn flakes with a jam tart and mint bikkies with a mug of the very bestest brew, Glenghettie Gold. And it was so good!

Washing the dishes, and the summoning to the WC arrived, and I  did the Ablutionalisatiioning at the same time.

Many dropsies were done. The toothbrush and paste were very active in their flying and slipping out of the hand today.

1Mon05aAfter the shave and shower, the sock glide battle victory went to the green plastic-covered metal frame, in particular to the finger-trapping holding gripper, known to me as Agripper the Hun! And at times like these, a few other choicest descriptive and curse-like words. (I shiver at the very thought of it!) 

I got dressed and prepared the black and recycling bags to take down with me.

WDP 003l WD 0.0.255A I got the shoes on and went to start the flat checks, taps, lights, etc. before leaving. As I went into the kitchen, I tripped on the raised door-stopper, and tumbled knees first onto the floor! After a few moments of annoying verbal responses, I struggled to bet back up, painfully onto my pins.

1Mon04It turned out that the reason for the Whoppsie was that the velcro on the shoes, had stopped sticking altogether? I tried my best to get them to work without any success. So, into the bin, they were dispatched. After I applied dollops of Phorpain Gel, well rubbed in, I tried the other pair of shoes, but the velcro on them was not exactly reliable? What’s going on?

After the pains eased, I moved on and got the bags on the trolley.

WDP 10R02LWD 0.0.255 As I was putting on the new coat, I spotted that the tear on the left-hand side of the tweed had got a lot worse! Oh, dear, getting wee’d-off now! I had to dig out the old but used only once flak-jacket type coat.I’d stopped wearing it after one try because it was too tight for me with the weight I put on after the stroke. Amazingly, it fitted? Ah, well!

I departed the flat and took the black bags to the waste-chute. Then down in the lift and took the recycling bag to Stew’s room.

1Mon06WDPH01R4WD 0.0.255 As I went into the welcoming warmth of the link Corridor to Winwood Court, I spotted that the Fire and access door out to the alfresco benches was still ajar! It’s been a security risk like this for many weeks now, but nobody in authority seems to be interested or bothered about it?

1Mon05I’ll mention it again to the ILC if I see one on the way out. I still have a yearning to get out there one day, on a bench, with my crossword book, pen, and a flask of tea and a bar of chocolate, perhaps. In the warm sunshine? What did I say? Sunshine? What’s that then? Hehehe!

1Mon07I proceeded in an Easterly direction (hehe!) along the link corridor, towards the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinator’s), Wardens. Interrogation Office, hopefully, to remind them off the open external door, again. I could hear much laughter coming from the 1Mon06alady’s hairdresser salon that cheered me up a bit. I like it when folks are happy, a rarity nowadays. No luck in finding any ICL, so I went into the Winwood Court Social Area, and had a go at the crossword book puzzles.

As I plodded on to the Winchester Court lobby, I was most pleased with the lack of hassle from Arthur Itis, considering the tumble I took earlier.

I found a few tenants sat in there awaiting the bus. Doris, Cyndy, Margaret, May, and name unknown others were there. I handed around the nibbles and accepted the snide remarks, insults, put-downs, and the superior sarcasm from Frank in good spirit and kept walking around in case the knees froze up. As soon as I got outside to go to the bus stop, I realised that the cold, bitter, Winwood Heights wind was still with us. Brrr! I took a few photos while laughing with the ever-growing clan at the shelter.

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When we got on the bus, I settled in the corner side-saddle seat. Cyndy, Doris and Frank and a couple of other tenants sat nearby. We chatted en route, but a lot of what was said, I had to guess by the sayer’s facial expression. For the hearing aids seemed to be losing power occasionally? I got off last on Upper Parliament Street, the others scattered. The w1Mon10ind seemed less vicious in the City Centre.

I hobbled into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall), and straight to the Next shop, and got a voucher.

Then out back onto Parliament Street, and stood for a while, watching the Nottinghamian’s cross against the Don’t Walk sign. One pedestrian actually shouted and gestured at a driver as he turned from Milton Street!

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1Mon13I crossed over later and stopped to take this snap of the crowds in Clumber Street. The Nottinghamians appeared in a slightly better, less down-in-the-mouth mood today, and Pavement Cyclists were noticeable by their absence?

Also, Arthur Itis was still kind to me? Considering the force in which Arthur’s knees hit the kitchen floor, this is strange. Very Oddlimost! Ah, maybe the Phorpain gel for once, and the extra codeine might have helped?

I limped along, at a fair rate of knots, the three-wheel-guide was empty so easier to control. And I got to the Poundland World on Wheeler Gate and spent a fair bit of dosh. I ended up buying; Dettol disinfectant, a Pork Farms pork pie, a can of beef in gravy, sliced wholemeal rolls, steak slices, cooked chicken slices, almonds, cashews, Orange flavoured digestive bikkies and a lemon breeze spray disinfectant. The lady put them through for me within a couple of minutes, less her.

1Mon14I got the things in the bags evenly weighted, and off through the square towards the bus stop.

The slab square was still being cleaned up after the Winter Wonderland. What a messy, untidy flop that was!

1Mon14aAt the bottom of Queen and King Streets on my way up to the bus shelter, I spotted this chap in his mini-street cleaner, taking a rest and break. It looked like a new vehicle. I wonder if they sell them one at a time? I could use the recharging facility on Chestnut Walk? Just a thought. Hahaha!

1Mon16I got up to the L9 bus stop. Not many folks around today? And none got on en route back to Winwood Heights. I fought against falling asleep all the way. But the driver helped me, by his imitating Nigel Manson with his driving. Thus, I had to stay awake to concentrate on not being tipped out of the seat on each corner!

Back on Chestnut Walk at the flats, I got off last as is usual. (This avoids me getting trampled on as I get off of the bus, Haha!) I stopped for a while to chinwag with Penny, and hand-over her belated New Year treat, only a little bottle of wine, but she liked it.

I walked back through Winchester into Winwood Court. I was going to try to tell Warden and Laptop dancer Deana, about the door still being insecure, open in fact, on the link passage. But they were very busy with people in the office, so I plodded on. I had a look at the door as I went by it, it was still open.

1Mon16aIn the lift and up, out and into the flat. Where for some unknown, possibly weird, reason I decided that I’d get the handwashing done. So, it was done, rung and hung.

By the time I’d finish it, I was feeling well-drained and the usual afternoon confusion-of-the-brain was returning. Tsk! I moved the evenings clothing to the airers.

This started me thinking, my wee-weeing is a bit erratic innit? One day none stop, the next little at all?

I found a packet of the mushroom pate in the fridge and thought it would go nice in the wholemeal rolls.

Then I investigated in the freezer 1Mon18band found the chips I’d forgotten about having. They were called Truffle Fries and looked almost pale-green in colour when I opened the packet. It had bits of what looked like black pepper spread over them. And had a smell that I’ve never sniffed before to them. I was in two-minds (As usual, though!) about whether I 1Mon19should try them or not? I had a look at the ingredients list on the bag: Potatoes, sunflower oil, Black Truffle & Sea Salt, Dried parsley etc. I don’t even know what a truffle really is? I decided to try them out.

WDP 20193AWD 0.0.255 I and got them in the oven cooking, and set to making the roll sarnies. This is when I realised I’d forgot to get some tomatoes! Humph! So I put lashings of caramelised onion chutney, in the rolls with the mushroom pate!

1Mon17Oh, boy, how I managed to keep my hands off of them I don’t know. The aroma of the pate was tempting me to eat them straight away. But, being a good boy, I resisted. Hah-ha!

The truffle fries didn’t look cooked after the 25 minutes recommended time in the oven, so I gave them long and kept having a look at them.

When it came to plating them, they smelt so different to anything I’ve cooked before and were still a tinge green looking. But, by golly, they tasted so good! Now, I have to remember where I got them from. Humph! They almost tasted like meat?

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I found out the chips were bought from Iceland. So I must do an order for next week with some of the Truffle fries on in the morning!

I got the pots washed, took the evening medications and applied some gel on the knees.

WDPright05aThen, I just think I might have fallen asleep as I was actually getting into the recliner, cause I can’t remember anything after that?

Life gets very complicated with ageing. I know! Humph!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 5th January 2020: More than owt else, I remember the toe-stubbings. Hehe!

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Sunday 5th January 2020

Myanmar (Burmese): တနင်္ဂနွေ 5th ဇန်နဝါရီ 2020

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23:10hrs: I woke up with a jump, to find myself half-in, half-out of the £300, second-hand c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured rickety recliner. I had a bit of a job getting myself back safely into the dusty dust-covered chair. Confusion reigned in my bonce for a few seconds. I noticed signs of nocturnal-nibbling having taken place. Bits and pieces of nuts spread about generously?

Then, the brain kicked into gear, and the memory-box revealed a possible reason for my spreadeagled waking position; A dream I’d been having! It appears that I was on a flat-top roof somewhere, with a dirty great long pole with a paintbrush attached to the end of it, and a tin of red paint, and was decorating the sky! Mmm?

I wearily exited the recliner, grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, and hauled my heavily-stomached, flabby torso to the kitchen, and put the kettle on. When the morning summoning from the innards for the use of the Porcelain Throne arrived. And yet again, it was a sudden and urgent demand.

WDP 11gL WD 80.0.0 Before I got down properly on the raised plastic seat, things began moving! I felt this and got down the last few inches quickly to try to avoid any faux-pas… Unfortunately, an appendage got trapped against the plastic! Argh! My concentration drifted from the evacuation to the tiny-tender area affected, as the motion flowed unstoppably, under its own control.

When it finally decided to stop coming, I rose to inspect Little Inchy. Of course, the squash had started fungal lesion bleeding! So the first thing was some cleansing, then medicationalisationing with the Cortisone, then Savlon creams. (I barely flinched! Well, I might have a little bit!)

WDP 11hLWD 80.0.0 Then the Porcelain Throne bowl was looked at, the flushing had not moved much of the massive, messy, gooey evacuated product. Another twist of the handle, and still it was only partly gone. I moved the clock, radio and Men’s Eau-de-toilette bottle from the system top to remove the lid, and filled it by jugs of water from the sink until the tank was filled. Tried the flush, and all gone at last!

WDP 11eLWD 80.0.0aC I foolishy allowed myself to get into a Smug-Mode, thinking how well I’d coped with the injury and sorting out the WC system. Putting the things back on top of the tank, and the autonomic nerves let me down again, and I dropped the clock from my grasp. I’m sure I don’t need to explain to you, where it ended up landing? Great Jehosaphat! Please, not another Whoopsiedangleplop day like yesterday? I beg!

I wobbled back into the kitchen to make the brew again and took last nights medications that I had omitted to take. Tsk! Took the tea with me and got the computer going. Pressed on with updating the Saturday blog. Which surprisingly only took me about two hours to get done. The finger-ends were amazingly less bothersome, Shaking Shaun was noticeable by his absence of interest in punishing me, and Duodenal Donald didn’t give a single stab (yet) while I was doing the diary update! Something was going well? I tentatively, apprehensively allowed myself a few moments of Smugness.

Around 01:40hrs, I’d finished and posted off the blog. I put some pictures on Pinterest. Then went on the WordPress reader. Next, to my beloved TFZer Facebooking.

Off to make a brew. I took two shots of the moon. I used Auto mode for these.

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Then, I checked the emails. I’d had one reply to my request for permission to visit her come in, from Sister Jane. She granted her permission. I plan to attend their mansion next Wednesday, hopefully, no medical appointments will come in for that day. But, I’m a little nervous about going, cause I cannot carry a stick with me, and she will not like me going in her spotlessly-hygienic palace with the three-wheeled trolley? Could get me in trouble this. Perhaps I can have a search for the old collapsable stick I had somewhere. Or did I give it away? Did I bring it from the old house with me? Confused Inchcock, now changing the subject! Hehe!

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WD 80.0.0 Oh, botherations and fiddlestick! I just noticed that Wednesday the Medicine team will be calling with the new medications alarm to be fitted, on Wednesday! Humph! I emailed her Majesty back to explain, and ash for Thursday to be alright. I may get hung drawn and quartered after having my testicles removed! Oh, dearie me!

I made a start on this post, as the wee-wees grew more frequent than ever. All of them were the SSP (Short-Sharp-Painful) variety.

I decided it was time for phagomania which had taken over my thoughts, to be appeased. So I hobbled to the kitchen to see what was to be had for brekkers. I made some wholemeal bread-thin sarnies with some turkey thingies on sticks.

Then I remembered I getting low on the Thompsons and Glengettie Gold tea bags, so I made an order for Ocado. I put all the changes on the Google Calendar. Then off to make another mug of tea and have yet another wee-wee.

Taking these pictures. The sky and down towards Chestnut Walk below. Noticing a free car parking space! Amazing!

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Then I got back on the computer (not literally, you understand?), and checked to see if any comments had come in on the Saturday post. Two to reply to, which cheered me up a tad.

I tried to get some graphics done on CorelDraw, but the concentration was not good, yet earlier in the morning it was fairly good?

I managed to do a couple and had to stop, to get Josie’s meal prepared. If not too tired afterwards, I shall return later. (I was too tired after-all)

I got the meal done for Josie first. Tuna with mayonnaise added, sliced tomato, mushrooms, garden peas, roast onions, and her favourite, the soft mashed, extra-cheesy potatoes. An apple, a Limoncello dessert and a can of pink gin & tonic, for afters as an extra treat for my next-door neighbour Josie. As she mentioned last week about me giving her too much on the plate, I made the meal a little smaller for her this time.

7Sun34WDP12LWD 80.0.0 For the first time ever, I was a little late in getting it delivered at the target time of twelve o’clock. With me feeling a little out-of-it suddenly, by the visit of Konrad Confusion, and not concentrating properly at all, I purposely took my time while cooking, to avoid any Faux pas or accidental-happening. Which meant it was 12:10hrs when I arrived at her door with the meal on the trolley-server for her. Josie is as forgetful as I am, and inadvertently lets it slip from her memory every Sunday, bless her. She was on the phone to her sister,  and I waited until she answered the door. By then, all I had built up to say to her had gone. So I waffled something or other, and as I was saying I hope you enjoy it; Josie asked what the ball shaped thing on her plate was. (Ah, one of the things I’d forgotten to mention to her) I explained it was smoked Haddock and cheese in a breadcrumbed potato casing. I feared she might not like this, but and crossed my fingers as we parted, that she would.

I was feeling confused still when I got back into the apartment. Got some cheesy mash made for my nosh, and put that in the oven to crisp up a bit. Then washed the pots from the first meal-making session.

7Sun31Then I got the Inchcock’s ingestible ingredients served upon the plate. Crispy cheesy potatoes, beetroot, mushrooms, peas, tomatoes and some delectable tasting Mushroom pate; which I put inside wholemeal bread thins to eat, with the pate, sliced tomatoes and caramelised onion in them, to give it an almost perfect twang!

Got the pans etc wash-up quickly, and settled in the £300, second-hand c1968, not working, rickety recliner, and feasted on the food! It was delightful, despite my not feeling-up-to-scratch. (I’ll have to remember to look up[ where that saying came from) A Flavour-Rating of 8/10 for this meal.

I looked at the TV Freeview schedule, to find if there was anything worth watching. There must be at least, well, over 200 Freeview channels on my old set. And there was nothing, apart from the Liverpool v Everton match, that I was interested in viewing. Plenty of repeats, some from the 1940s, others that had been shown three or four times already this week, that I’d seen. But no Red Dwarf, A-Team, or good films at all. The only stuff that I might have been tempted by was on too late for me to stay awake till.

I set the alarm to wake me in case I fell asleep, so’s not to miss the football match. (In case I fell asleep? Hahaha!) I put a Black Books DVD on and fell asleep within minutes.

I didn’t hear the alarm, but I did wake up in need of a wee-wee, about ten minutes into the football game. I did stay partly awake for the game, which Liverpool won, despite their young inexperienced team on the day.

I nodded off, and something woke me up, in my confused state, it took me a while to realise it was the door chimes. I got to the door eventually…

WDP 11mLWD 80.0.0aC Having given myself a Double-Toe-Stubbing en route to the door! First, in my half-awake state, on the door-stop bar,  and then on the flipping wheel of the Walker-Guide trolley in the hallway! My language was a touch on the naughty side, but luckily only muttered to myself. It was Josie, returning the cutlery, plate and serving tray. I thanked her and inquired if she liked the smoked haddock and cheese thingamabob, to my pleasant surprise, she said she did. I returned to the recliner, taking care not to have any toe-stubs en route.

Luckily again, I’d missed no goals in the match, and was able to watch the game until the end. Which is where I must have nodded-off, cause I can’t remember owt else.

Inchcock: Thurs 2 January 2020: Dizzy Dennis had a ball with me today. Humph!

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Thursday 2nd January 2020

Igbo (South-Eastern Nigeria): Tọzdee 2 Jenụwarị 2020

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WDP 003cWD 0.0.30 W 23:45hrs: Ah, I woke up with the immediate needs of old this morning. Nothing mattered more than getting to the Porcelain Throne in time! So much so, that I nearly fell out of the £300 second-hand recliner, dropped the walking stick, and passed-wind all the way to the wet room, and barely made it in time. The evacuation started of its own accord, but soon needed some painful encouragement from me to complete things. 

When it was all over, and I noticed a couple of good aspects of the session, only a few specks of blood from the rear quarters, and Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding or leaking at all! The flushing seemed to clear away that plentiful dollop of input with ease, too.

3Wed03But it left the tummy aching a bit. Not surprising, with having gone so long without the pleasure of an evacuation, Hehe! The pins (legs) seemed to have kept their one more significant than the other status from yesterday, but the varicose, spider and iliac veins seemed to be hiding away? Also, the Clopidogrel lumps and blotches were far less prominent. They had lost their colouring and returned to the ghostly anaemic paleness. Still, their nonuniformness gives my life a bit of interest. The legs and the evacuationalistical variations stop me fever ever getting bored with life! Depressed, yes, but jaded, no! Hahaha!

I finished the updating of the Wednesday blog in good time. Being stuck indoors with no buses and not up to hobbling, meant so few photos to sort out. I added some to the Pinterest site, then went on the WordPress Reader. Next, my enjoyable bash at the TFZer Facebooking.

WDP 15LWD 0.0.30 W All ready to make a start on this Thursday post, and I went to make a mug of tea and took the medications. I’d just put the kettle on when bubbling and wind, none-stop, emitted from the rear-end! I may have broken the walking with a stick speed record, as I whizzed, wobblingly to the wet-room! This time, my getting sat down on the plastic time, was cut fine. The evacuation flowed all on under its own steam, and hurt a bit as it did so! It was soon completed, surprisingly the amount of product in the porcelain was astronomical in size.

The system did not cope with one flush! I’d have liked to bend the flapper-valve rod to make the tank fill-up quicker, but dare not touch it, not with my mechanical inabilities and making-a-mess-of record. So I had to fill it with water from the sink and flush again – Twice; before it cleared the system! Tsk!

4Thu01Washed and cleared up and back to make the brew!

I took this photograph as I entered the kitchen, just cause I thought it looked different.

WDP 02lbWD 0.0.30 W A wrong decision as it happens. I dropped the metal-four-pronged stick, which bounced against the cabinet and back down, right on my corn! (I may have silently said something like, ‘Oh, bother!’, or ‘Fancy that!’) But I do recall making a mental note to myself: “Don’t go in the kitchen again, without putting the light on first! – Pillock!

WDP 10R02LAs I made a start on this post: Guess What?

Crabs and Grobblecraps! Well fancy that, and just a week after they turned of the service to Upgrade and Improved the service. Service and Liberty-Global should not be used together; they are so far apart!

Virgin (4b)

It wasn’t down too long this time and soon returned to Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet’s usual mode – Slow!

WDP 002LWD 0.0.30 W I went on CorelDraw, to work on a couple more graphics to use in the templates. Got a couple only done and off back to the Porcelain Throne! This second releasing was as big as the first one was! Still, after so long without one, it was to be expected.

The work was saved, and the computer turned off. And off I went to the kitchen to get the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

WDP 10R04LWD 0.0.30 W Then I tackled the risky daily job of ablutionalisationing! It was not one of my luckier sessions. I did the teggies, with several dropsies of the brush (3) and toothpaste tube (1). The shave produces more… I know, I can Christen these as, maybe ‘Whoopsiedangleplopdropsies’? A bit long, isn’t it? Hehe! The shave produced many more, all the razors (5), the neurotransmitters failure to get transmissions to the brain being the cause. Then as if by magic, the nerve-ends seemed to start working again, which pleased me much. The occasional odd lack of sensitivity, of course, occurs all the time, but a batch of them like when I was doing the teeth and shaving, is a rarity. Showering, I managed to keep a hold on the shower-head, but the 4Thu02carbolic soap slipped away a few times (5). All went well with the towelling off. Checking on the pins (legs) was almost a pleasure.

The right peripheral neuropathy affected leg was still much thinner than the left pin. Although once again pale and were anaemic looking and colour.

The Clopidogrel lumps and clumps were not showing at all. There were no more new blood papules, either. And the varicose and spider veins seemed to had gone into a Hide-away-mode?

WDPH01L44Thu02aWD 0.0.30 W But the Sock-Glide battle proved to be a painful one. The gripper gave me a blood-blister. Which, of course, was nothing new or unexpected. It was over-confidence that caused this minuscule little injury. When I dopped the glide, and it landed on my toe. I think I may have uttered an exclamatory word along the lines of ‘Bother’ or something similar. I think it might be less painful for me to try and put the socks on manually. I was thinking about it, though maybe not. Arthur Itis, Dizzy Dennis, and Anne Gyna would only give me more hassle. Tsk!

WDP 10R04WD 0.0.30 W 4Thu03When I started to clean the wet room shower floor after the session, I came across this, whatever it is near the floor drain?

Any ideas anyone, please? 

WDP 4GL4Thu05WD 0.0.30 W I was spraying some of the Poundland Store’s eau de toilette for men on my treble-chinned neck, and the top came off, leaving me smelling pungently-strong of the perfume rather! Oh, dearie me!

MedCreamWDP 10R04I applied the Phorpain Gel, Germaloid cream, Clobetasone cream, Corticosteroid cream, Daktacort lotion, Capsaicin and Clopidogrel ketoconazole. Olive-oiled the ear-holes. Salved the cracked lips. Savlon cream on the injured toe. Got the hearing aids, checked the batteries were working and put them in. Put the correct spectacles on. Then got myself dressed up warmly, got the three-wheel-walker-guide, and took the black bags with me dropping them down the waste chute, en route to the bus stop. (There’s no nipping out quickly when you get old, yer know. Hehe!) I was worn out before I left the flat!

3Wed07WD 0.0.30 W Chuted the black bags, down in the lift and along the link-corridor through to Windwood Court and the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators), Wardens Interoggation and slagging-off Office. The fire-escape door out to the as yet, unused due to the door that doesn’t let us back in, and the weather, alfresco seating area. The door was open again. (I hope to live long enough to have some decent weather, sunshine, and the door and ingress mechanism gets mended, and enjoy a sit out there with the crossword book and a flask of tea).

But I don’t hold out much hope for any of the scenarios I spoke of coming to fruition. Tsk! (I mentioned this later to Steve, the caretaker, but interest was minimal) I suppose if a gang of youths were to break in, well, walk in and rifle and rob some flats, maybe the odd assault on us old uns, it might then be taken seriously by Nottingham City Homes? Or not!

Winwood LI popped into the Obergruppenführeresses holding-cell office. Handed some nibbles out, wished the ma great new year and thanked them for being there, and meandered into t the big Social Area room, and sateth me down, and got out the crossword book. Fifteen minutes later, (one answer got), I moved out to the bus stop.

In the Winchester Court lobby, I chatted with Angela and Roy for a minute or two, then I went out to the bus shelter. Cor Blimus! The cold biting wind was hardly bearable! The sunshine hitting us, without the faintest sign of any heat in it! Brrr!

A big ganglet of residents grew even larger. So IU had plenty of nattering to listen to. Jean-Mary, Brenda and another lady were the only folks to get on the City Bouid bus, leaving the other fifteen or so, to get the Sherwood – Arnold bound L9. As we got on, Arthur Itis kicked off badly. He kept giving me almost stabbing pains in both knees, for ages. Mary and I  had a chinwag en route.

3Wed11We arrived in the City Centre and parted after getting off of the bus. I meandered into the Poundland Store. The knees made progress slow and painful, but there was no rush. A lot of the shelves were looking a little threadbare, as to be expected at this time of year. I got to the self-serve tills, they were not busy at all. A lady put my things through for me in no time and put them in the carrier bag for me. Thank you, Madam! I left the store and redistributed the goods, so I could cope with them betterer. Putting the more substantial items in the trolley bag, and the lighter in the carrier, to hang it over the handlebars. I’d got in them: Pork Farms pork pies (2), pea snacks, and walnuts. Some screwdrivers with different heads on them (2 packs of 4). A chunky orange Kit-Kat, Orange flavoured chocolate digestives (A weakness, I know!), cashew nuts and a Dettol lemon-scented antiseptic disinfectant spray.

 I crossed the road, and into the Victoria Centre (Mall) to go to the HMV shop to see if the had ‘The Negotiator’ DVD in stock.

WDP 002WD 0.0.30 W As I walked through the mall to the other end, Dizzy Dennis attacked me, and I just cannot recall how I got over the road-crossing, went through the Boot’s store, or into the HMV shop. I came around, while I was at the serving desk, and a bloke was asking me about who is in the film? I was still confused as to what we were talking about. The chap was very patient with me. It seems that I could not recall the name of the star in the Negotiator (Samuel L Jackson). The film is no longer made on DVD. Shame! I asked if they had any compilations of Steven Seagal early films. They had only two of his in stock. One under Seige one and two, the other was called Tribal Warfare. A newer one, but he said it has subtitles on it. So I must have mentioned my need of then to him earlier, but had no memories of doing so? At this moment, things seemed to back to normal with me? I’m not sure why, but I bought the Warfare DVD, maybe because I felt guilty about messing the bloke about?

As I left, I got the film out of the bag and had a look at it. Oh, dear! On the banner across the top of the box, it said: Mike Tyson v Steven Seagal! This may find its way to the charity shop without being watched.

WDP11LWD 0.0.30 W I met Mary-Jean, and we made our way to the bus stop to go home. I mentioned I wanted to call in the Next shop, to get spending vouchers for Sister Jane’s birthday. But as we nattered about nothing, failing to hear each other clear enough with us both being a touch-deaf, the calling in the Next shop left my brain altogether! There are times I really annoy myself!

Out onto Upper Parliament Street and to the bus shelter. Plenty of time, so I took some photographs of up and down the road.

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We chatted with other passengers on the way home, but I was battling to keep awake most of the journey. Back at the apartment courts, we walked through the link passages back to Woodthorpe Court, the wind seemed a lot worse around the flats. We saw Steve, and I mentioned about the door in the passage being open all day, not much response.

Up in the flat, my thoughts were of a coenaculous nature, and after a wee-wee and washing up, preparation of something to eat took priority. I got the oven warming up, put the purchases away, then got the chips in the oven, and set the timer for 18-minutes, to remind me to put the part-baked cobs in so they were both done at the same time.

3Wed12aI split and buttered the cobs, leaving the oven chips to brown off a bit more. Then added the fries to the chopped pork pie and beetroots on the plate. Added the fresh orange juice and lemon yoghourt to the dish. Along with the medications, and got down in the recliner to feast. Flavour-rating, a worthy 8/10!

All imbibed, I got the pots washed, rubbed some Phorpain in the knees, and settled in the Zyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged. At the same time, 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 stole, for safe-keeping he claimed, recliner to watch some TV.

A Kitchen Nightmare programme was on for me to see. But I didn’t. Zzzz!

Inchcock: Wednesday 1st January 2020: May everyone’s New Year be a betterer one, though there’s little chance of that. Hehe!

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Wednesday 1st January 2020

Croatian: Srijeda, 1 Siječnja 2020. Godine

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23:55hrs: I was up and about; and had been up now, for over 24 hours. But, I was determined to try and take some pictures of the birth of New Years Day. Hopefully, to catch some of the firework displays. I got the Nikon camera, made sure that the SHD card was in the slot, and off to the kitchen, and opened the light & View blocking new windows and waited for the show to start. Which it did dead on time.

It was not a good year, every display seemed miles away, and before I could set things up, it was dying off. So, I took many photos willy-nilly in the hope that some of them would come out alright.

I then added the only two half-decent ones to the Tuesday blog, updated and finished it, and it sent off post-haste. Then, I visited the TFZer Facebook, and made a few new 2020 albums ready to use, and posted some piccies off.

Then, back on CorelDraw, and did a couple more graphics to use, and made up two templates. It took me three hours, but although no sleep, I seemed to get a second wind. So I started this post going. Here are the best of the New Year view pictures.

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I got them on here, and almost flaked out. Haha! I just had to stop, make a cuppa and get into the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and get my head down.

WDP 003lWD 51.51.153 b Huh! Get my head down? Not a cat in hell’s chance! The old brain-storms of worries, fears, anticipations, guilt, and none-expectations of any improvement in life. Soddening any remaining sediments, vestiges of my sustainability of sanity! I think sheer tiredness got me of to kip a few hours later.

10:30hrs: I woke, initially all confused over it being daylight, with a mist visible outside, through the deadly finger-tearing, crumbling-ceilinged balcony. Then, as the stomach rumbled, a little in the style, I imagine of Mount Etna, and painfully, I realised that the Porcelain Throne had not been utilised for over 28 hours! Surely this time?

WDPH01L4WD 51.51.153 b I readied to dismounted the £300, second-hand, sickeningly-beige-coloured, cheerless chair – Panic! Where is the walking stick? I always leave it handy, in case of nocturnal wanderings, evacuations needed or medical emergencies. The two usual places were checked but no stick there! As I rose, to have a look around further, I was lucky enough that Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were all in a good frame of mind with me. (Yes, me, lucky! Good start to the new year, but worrying, it had to be con-job or a ploy to get me semi-contented before some calamity commeth) I soon found the stick, as I trod on it and stubbed a toe. I collected it, and off to the Porcelain Throne. I sat there for a few minutes, my innards telling me to expect a massive evacuation any time now, and my rear end, saying no chance? At least I got a good session on with the crossword book. As nothing moved, well, a lot moved actually, but it was all inside, rumbling, grumbling and internal reverberations caused as much discomfort as they could.

WDPh 01WD 51.51.153 b I got myself out of the wet room, to the kitchen, to get a brew and take the medications. A haziness lingered, and the innards kicked-off again – this was going to be close, I thought. I got to the throne, and spent another ten minutes or so, waiting for the non-arrival, putting up with the brewing and kicking stomach, and having another go at the crossword book. The rumblings stopped, but nothing moved. Time for the Movicol or Macrogol compound to be taken. So I made a mug Macrogol and imbibed it. I felt no reaction from the solar plexus. Sometimes when I have had to take Macrogol, the bubbling and churning is almost instant, but not today. Everything felt as solid as a rock! Even the wee-wees were short, weak and far between? Botherations!

No buses today. But I did need to try and catch-up on the page top graphics. So, without even a wash and shave, I got on CorelDraw to try and get some done in advance. After making a mug of tea, of course.

Well, only one wee-wee, no Throne demands at all during ‘the five hours’ that I was doing graphics. I’m tired enough to stop now.

3Wed03I’ll try again to go to the toilet for a heavy-duty evacuation, the innards are aching badly now. No joy, I reckon someones been in and superglued my intestines. Hehe! I could explode at any time! The legs are not too Clopidgrelled, but still pale and with two different fatted pins! Har-har!

3Wed05I went in to get the oven and pan of mushrooms with balsamic vinegar in the pan. No doubt about it being a Bank Holiday, all the cars parked outside the houses tell me that.

WDP 003dWD 51.51.153 b Got the nosh cooked and served up. Cheesy mash, chicken slice sarnies, beetroot etc. and it was good. I took a photo and saw that it was blurred, so l took another one, that looked better. Come the morning when I wanted to load the good picture on here, they had both disappeared into the ether from the damned SHD card! Grrr!

Washed up. Thought about doing the handwashing, but didn’t, and got down in the £300 second-hand recliner, put the TV on, and fell asleep before the TV had warmed up!