Inchcock Today – Wednesday 16th October 2019: A few psychotomimetic moments today – so no change there. Hehe!

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2019 sOct 16

Wednesday 16th October 2019

Croatian: Srijeda 16 Listopada 2019. Godine

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WD 70.0.0. Tuesday 15th October: I fell asleep, a desperately-needed sleep, somewhere around 19:00hrs, and burst awake at 22:00hrs. In an incontrovertible, need of the Porcelain Throne. The immediate odds of me making it to the Throne in time were not good! I partly fumbled, stumbled, and galumphed my stomach-dominated chassis from the £300, second-hand, c1968, grottily-beige-coloured, rickety recliner, kept my balance okay, grabbed the stick, and hobbled to the wet room, with surprising deft-dexterity.

WD 70.0.0. I almost leapt onto the seat, as the evacuation began. And it went on, and on and on! I believe it was a physical impossibility for so much poop to have been produced and stored in my innards! If it were possible to dimidiate the contents that were released, I still think it would have been too much, even with my bulbous belly. And as for how the toilet managed to get the ordure off via the U-bend into the sewers, I just don’t know!

WDPrightWD 70.0.0. Acc I cleaned and washed the dandies, turned to exit the wet room, a little jerking from the leg, and I caught the Sock-Glide on the shower stool. I now have a new bruise on my foot. I’ll photograph it later. Humph! I may have muttered something under my breath, like ‘bother’; or ‘blow-it’; I’m not sure exactly.

To the kitchen, and moved the handwashing onto the airers. Then took the medications, made a brew. I almost got the saucepans filled with water, out of habit! I had been nine-days without any hot water, so it’s understandable, especially if you know me. Hahaha!

I began to update Tuesday’s post, at last, a lot of it, with so many photographicalisations to sort out. A memory testing time for me. But the fingertips and hands were not too bad at this moment. The leg and shoulder were both persistent in their jumping and jerking, but they didn’t turn into an actual Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines, as yet anyway. I pressed on and got the blog finished and sent off.

3Wed01gaWhile I was thinking, it must be about time for the Morrison orders to arrive; the door chime rang out its ‘I only want to be with you’ tune. It was the van driver delivering the fodder.

He handed them in through the door, I’d forgot to fetch the return carriers, but the chap was okay about it. Thanked him, and got the things into the kitchen.

Thank heavens I might be able to get out again, and not need so many delivered foods coming in, with there minimum orders.

3Wed01mNot that I can get out today. So much graphicalisationing needed to be done, catch-up wise. I must get round to doing them soon, or the day will be gone again!

The fridge and freezer are now even fuller than they both were last week!

It was drizzling a bit out there this morning. I took some shots with the Canon camera again. That is the one that when I got the shakes. Last week, I changed the picture to a sort of semi-landscape setting, but don’t know how I did it, to put it back again. Twit! Hey-Ho!

3Wed01iI got some mushrooms in the saucepan warming up. To have with some Uncle Benn’s BBQ flavoured rice, black bean sauce, tomatoes and some frankfurters. I intend to use some basil and onion salt in it too! Maybe even a dro of soya? I opted to use the soya in the mushrooms instead.

I then made a start on this blog and then had to go on CorelDraw for three days, to make up the graphics. (Well, it felt like four actually!)

The intercom rang, luckily I was in the hall at the time and saw the light come, else I would never have heard the weak tune played if I was in the other room! It was the repair-men, came to look at the crumbling balcony roof. They agreed that the window openings were dangerous, in fact, one lad trapped his finger on the press forward and pull back paddle opener, straight after I’d just warned him how dangerous they were! They also had difficulty in getting through to many flats, where the new intercom was 3Wed01Tnot working! Also, I was not the only tenant with a crumbling new balcony roof and cracks in the apartment’s inner walls. I think they were just coming to assess if the job was urgent or not. As they left, I got the camera to take a photo of the lads as they departed from the balcony. Bless ’em!

3Wed04Then back to the graphicalising. I can’t last much longer, though. The depression and fatigue are moving in now. Haha! 

No-good! I just had to stop working on CorelDraw and turned off the computer. I was so tired it was farcical. All mistake-ridden work and the fingertips have started to jump and jerk, and Reflux Roger had begun to give me some hassle.

I got the handwashing done and hung to dry on hangers above the kitchen sink.

Had a wee-wee, of the ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) variety. Then minutes later, I had to have another, this time it was of the LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling). The wee-wees were of changing styles, but up till now, far less often.

Then the rice nosh was sorted out. The franks were cut in half, chopped tomatoes, and black bean sauce added, and it looked eatable in the extreme. Some Milk Roll bread and two butterfly cakes added.

3Wed05Got it served up and took the medications while eating it. A rather morish taste.

A flavour rating of 8/10 was given. After dining on the rice and medications for half-an-hour or so, I went to get the pots washed up. Guilt-Mode meant I only ate half of the cakes. 

(Mind you, it was the cream and jam half, Hahaha!)

3Wed02The sky view turned all bright for a few minutes, and the sun (What’s that then? Hehe!) shone through. There seemed to be a double layer of clouds up there.

4Thu01The pins looked to be so much less knobbly and distorted? Especially the knees.  I wondered, are they like this due to the INR Warfarin level being so low? I checked later to see on the internet, with this being found:

Q) Can stress affect my INR level when taking Warfarin?

A) Simply put, yes. Science has shown that because of the effect stress can have on your body, Warfarin can stay in your system longer than normal, causing a spike in INR levels. If you are able to recognise when you are stressed, you can take steps to try to manage it. INR is too low, there is an increased risk of fatal bleeding.

WDOG03RSo, my being in the Red Zone, with the real risk of a Heart Attack, Blood Clots or another Stroke, is something else I have to thank The Nottingham City Homes-Repair team for? I must read up on how to come back and haunt someone, after I go the way of all flesh, bite the bullet, kick-the-bucket, croak-out, go belly up, flatline, perish, snuff-it, loop-the-loop, go the way of the dinosaurs, give up the ghost, conk out, cash in my chips, peg-out, or saunter from this Mortal-Coil. I shall return! – Contented-Vengeful-Menacing-Maniacal-Laughter-Mode engaged!

Now, how can I find out who is to blame for my being treated so shoddily? My very thought of the need, desire and passion for haunting and terrorising him or her, offers me more joy than my Nottingham City Homes directed misery and life has done lately.

I got settled down, and a landline call came in. It was from the deliciously desirous Phlobotomy nurse. She will be calling again for more blood in the morning. She even de WDPleft04her appointment for a little earlier for me, bless her cotton socks ♥. 08:00 > 10:00hrs.

Sleep did come early tonight, and blessedly welcome it was!

Inchcock Today – Monday 14th October 2019: Worra phrenetic Day!

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Monday 14th October 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 14eg Hydref 2019

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02:45hrs: I bestirred and pondered awhile. Today is undoubtedly the day that the hot water boiler will be mended? But of course, whether the electrician comes afterwards to connect things and get it working again, or not, is worrying. The phlebotomy nurse is coming this morning. I think there is something else as well, but it escapes me at the moment. 

Ah, the rumbling innards summoning me to the Porcelain Throne! I was soon out of the Xyrophobia-suffering, flat-robbing, 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 soon found and stole, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety recliner.

Ah, a change in evacuation mode! Not so sloppy, still messy, and requiring more input and effort to export, this morning. Is Diahorrea Donald on the wane? Haha!

Washed in the sink bowl, where it is easier to get the hot water from the kettle and saucepans from the stove-top. Refilled the pot and got all the pans on a low heat ready for the ablutions later. Then I got the gear needed for a shave from the wet room and removed my stubble. No cuts today!

1Mon02I made a brew and took the morning medications. Got the Anoxaparin needle out, just in case the devastatingly attractive beautiful, cuddly, pretty, sex-oozing, Polish-born phlebotomy Nurse needs it to use later on me. And she could use anything her heart desires on me! I’m putty in her hands! If only I have fifty-five years younger… Hehehe!

1Mon03Onto the computer. I began updating the Sunday blog, first.

I’m afraid the finger-tips sensitivity is not so good again, and the job took far too long for my liking. I suppose I’ll have to think about giving up on trying to create graphics soon. It really is taking so long to do them. Nothing else is getting done! A sad thought, though!

Visited the WordPress Reader section.

Time to get the ablutions done, before the aesthetically appealing, beauteous, drop-dead gorgeous, kind, understanding, witty, and paradisaical Nurse arrives, to take my blood.

WD 0.0.255 Of course, this morning’s Nottingham City Homes promised 08:00hr start by the Nottingham City Homes maintenance chap on the boiler repairing is in some doubt. Especially as it is now 08:25hrs!

Outcome odds assessment, please:

  1. They will not turn-up nor communicate with me. (As they didn’t on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday last week. Odds forecast: Evens
  2. They will arrive too late to get the job done, and make yet another appointment that will not be kept either! Odds forecast: 8-1
  3. They will come and not have the spare part needed – and make yet another appointment that will not be held either! Odds forecast: 3-1
  4. They will arrive to do the boiler, then the electrician will not get here to get it started working. Odds forecast: 5-4
  5. They will arrive late, and work through until 22:00hrs, then leave the job half done -and make yet another appointment that will not be kept. Odds forecast: 7-1
  6. Nottingham City Homes management bouncers will arrive and throw me out for telling the truth. Odds forecast: 5-1
  7. The plumber will not come to do the boiler, but the electrician will turn up at 22:00hrs to turn it on. Odds forecast: 7-1
  8. They will not turn-up, and when Deana phones them, they will inform her that the spare-part needed will need ordering and make an appointment to come and do the job when the ETA arrives for the equipment, on approx. Friday, 21st December. Odds forecast: 10-1
  9. An Alien will reach earth, to buy my story, to sell it at home on Jupiter! Hahaha! Odds forecast: 200-1

Bearing in mind that the job will involve emptying the boiler (Approx: 2 hours). Then moving and fitting the spare part (Approx: 1 hour). Then refilling the pot (Approx: 2 hours). Then inform the Nottingham City Homes maintenance team that an electrician is needed to come and reset and start the electrics again, and leaving the mess made, either going home or his next job. When the electrician arrives, will be anyone’s guess, which day, which week! Hopefully, the boiler job will start in time to allow it to get finished. If so, having done in time enough for the sparkie to do his job for me. But, hopes are minimal!

1Mon04It would be lovely to have hot water on tap again. Maybe, perhaps, it is the realms of possibility, at least hypothetically, conceivably, perchance, mayhap, peradventure, that my boiler will get repaired today, and even electrified and working again?

I had a look down to see if I could identify any Nottingham City Homes maintenance vans out down there on Chestnut Walk. Buy, no! Hey-Ho! Oy Vey! 

1Mon0509:07hrs: I’ll have to call Deana in a bit. Don’t like bothering her really. To find out what the plans are for today, will they be arriving or not.

The rain had stopped, and I went to make a brew of tea, not that I can taste much lately. Habit, I suppose. Lovely distant view.

09:30hrs: The doorbell chimed out. I nearly got in a hopefull fame of mind – had the Nottingham City Homes plumber arrived, nine days after I lost the hot water, to mend the boiler? No, it was the wonderfully stimulating phlebotomy nurse. Lovely! She was in a rush today. Took the blood, had little laugh and gossip and off she had to go.

WDPright05aI rang Deana to ask her to investigate if the Maintenance lads were coming today or not. I was going to explain the farce of Friday. Her mobile went to answerphone, and I gave up. I must try again later, or maybe the plumber will arrive before I do.

The fingers didn’t seem so bad or fickle now, so I went on Facebook to catch-up on the TFZer site.

Tried ringing Deana again, unavailable leave message. So, I’ll try to get to the Wardens holding cells to tell them what is happening. Or rather, not happening, with the hot water.

As I was getting ready to go out, Sister Jane rang. I was reprimanded, (I’d forgot to charge my mobile) And I ought to act like a normal person, and help people to help me! Like staying awake from 08:00 > 22:00hrs for five days, just in case they came to help me, and I didn’t miss them? I thought I was helping them? Even if they didn’t arrive. Ah well! It must be my fault! Hehe!

Pete is going in for his check-up on Thursday. I rang back to see if he’d like me to go with him. Hopefully, the hot water farce will be finished by then. I called, but he felt it best if he went just with Jane. I understood perfectly, wished him all the best. Fingers crossed.

I made note and to leave stuck to the door, in case anyone from maintenance called while I was out trying to see an I.L.C. (Independent Living Coordinator, I think) Or someone about getting some details of what is taking place with the hot water status, 1Mon06regarding any repairs that may or may not be taking place, and when. I live in hope, as an ordinary person would.

I departed, sticking, well, cello-taping the note on the flat door as I left.

Down in the lift, and along the link passage into Winwood court. Noticing a Nottingham City Homes van, with the driving talking to another worker, who was on his i-pad thingy.

I tried to see if I could recognise his face, in the hopes that it might be the plumber, but I didn’t think it was. At least partial though it wasn’t him.

I hobbled down the passage with the three-wheeled walker, and was going well, and got up a decent pace going. Arthur Itis was much easier on the knees today.

1Mon08Not a soul in sight en route; it reminded me a bit of the Mary Celeste. Haha! As I got to the Warden’s Holding Cell and office, this red-lettered notice was on show. Ah, I thought, Deana must be on holiday or poorly!

That’s why I could not get through to Deana on the phone. Or, she might have been moved to another sight-complex as holiday cover for another ILC? I knocked on the door, and there was only the new ILC girl in there. Julie and Deana’s tables looked bare and worryingly unused. I explained the difficulties I was having with no hot water for nine days now. She said she’d call them and ring me back with any details she can find out for me.

I thanked her and returned to the flat again. If by any chance, they say they may be coming on Tuesday, I’ll have to cancel the After-Stroke Physio session for the day. N point in them coming today now, there will not be enough time to get the job done before they’re going home, finish time! Not that I will ever find out, cause the ILC didn’t ring me back!

1Mon07On the way back along the corridor, the Nottingham City Homes maintenance chappies were still talking on Chestnut Walk.

Where they plumbers? I don’t thin plumbers would be driving such types of van. But then again, what would I know about anything? Not a lot, is the answer! Huh!

1Mon09I made my way to Woodthorpe Court and up in the elevator back home to the flat. I thought I might try to find an email for the repairs team, so I could ask directly about what was going on with hot water repair. I did find this photo on their website, which made me think a bit.

Well, gone 13:00hrs now. So no point in them coming anyway. I’ll just have to carry on boiling water in the kettle and saucepans, I suppose. No Deana or Julie to ask for help. The new gal has not got back to me. I should be feeling all sorry for myself and pissed off, really. But I don’t.

I think I’ll make an up to date, including today, diary of events and put it on here. Then I can refer to it if needed.

Hot Water Heater Repair and lies Record

Saturday 5th October 2019:

Hot water not hot. I thought it might have tripped-out, but the water was slightly tepid. I decided to wait until Monday and ask Deana if she would inform Nottingham City Homes repairs for me.

Sunday 6th October 2019:

I tried using the shower for hot water, but, found it not hot enough for shaving with.

Monday 7th October 2019:

Asked Deana to call repairs for me. They told her they would be out this afternoon.

I stayed up until 22:00 hours, but no show. (3 hours sleep)

Tuesday 8th October 2019:

Asked Dean to call repairs for me. She called back, saying they would be out later.

I stayed up again until 22:00hrs, but no show. (4 hours sleep)

Wednesday 9th October 2019:

Asked Deana to call repairs for me. They told her they would be out sometime today.

I stayed up until 22:00 hours, but no show. (3 hours sleep)

Thursday 10th October 2019:

Asked Dean to call repairs for me. She called back, saying they would be out later.

Also, to pass on, that I can use the shower, so no emergency! No repairmen came out. Stayed awake until 22:00hrs. Three-hours sleep.

Friday 11th October 2019:

Asked Deana to call repairs for me. They told her they would be out sometime today.

After-Stroke Physio rang maintenance, and an electrician came out. Said a plumber was on his way after the boiler had been done, he will come out and reconnect it to full power, but it on boost and I’d have hot water almost straight away!

Then a plumber came around 1715hrs, saw the job, and said he wouldn’t have the time to do it, as his shift finishes in half-an-hour. But they assured us that they would be out Monday morning first thing, at 08:00hrs. (two hours sleep)

I scolded my leg and fingers while struggling to transport the boiling water from stove to basin for shaving purposes.

 Saturday 12th October 2019:

Using the shower to fill the sink, got the peripheral neuralgia shakes, and had a fall.

Sunday 13th October 2019:

Dropped a saucepan with the shakes, then burnt finger on the kettle while transporting hot water to the bowl for washing up.

Monday 14th October 2019:

No arrival, so at 09:30ish hours, I put a note on the door and went to get help from ICL. Only one on duty, not three as usual. New gal. She said she’d ring repairs and get back to me with results. She didn’t get back to me. Did handwashing of clothes, and I stayed in for the rest of the day, in case someone came out to look at the problem for me?

15:40hrs: Just started eating the meal, and two NCH’s plumbers arrived. And set-to getting the boiler emptied. Cat-Walk Model & NCH Patch Manager Angela Gould called, to see what was going on, she needed an update. She had contacted someone at Repairs, thus the sudden activity.

Bless her cotton Socks for caring!: Wet room, where the water from the tank was being drained, overflowing. The plumber said he’d put the hose through the bedroom window to get it out quicker.

Dinner threw way again. I fell asleep. Landline call from the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital, about the low INR level, concerned. New dosages, and another blood test on Thursday to be arranged.

Pole Dancer & NCH Patch Manager Angela Gould rang back for an update. The lads were refilling the tank. I fell asleep again and was woken by the plumber, but I was not entirely Compos Mentis. The chaps had finished the job, and I would have hot water within an hour or so. I thanked them.

But, I was too tired to do any cleaning up.

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1Mon09aWD 0.0.255 Shame about the nosh, it was a decentish looking one too!

18:15hrs: The repairmen, job done retired. I thanked them but was too tired to do any cleaning up.

Dinner threw way again. I fell asleep.

Landline call from the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital, about the low INR level, concerned. New dosages, and another blood test for Thursday to be arranged.

I must try to find the time to get to the Sherwood Health Centre and make an appointment for the feet to be done! Tsk!

1Mon15WD 0.0.255 I tried to get the shelve in the airing cupboard levelled off. Resulting in a couple of blood blisters, and a banged wrist, which left me with a yellow and a red coloured hand? Hehe!

I flopped down in the recliner. Shattered! I thought about the hot water heater getting done at last… but the satisfaction was limited, but the time, tremendous hassle, effort, and feeling ignored, in getting it done.

It may well be that some mistakes aplenty have been made in producing this blog. With feeling so tired out, and the After-Stroke Physio session on Tuesday going all wrong, painful and clamorous, I didn’t get this blog caught up with and finished until nearly midnight on Tuesday, and things may have come out a little mixed up; like I was! (But I hope not).

TTFNski.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 13th October 2019: I was really in the doldrums, then Michael visited me – I perked up exponentially!

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2019 sOct 12

Sunday 13th October 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sul 13eg Hydref 2019

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WD Indigo 01:35hrs: I woke up to hear the distracting sound of the humming, droning noise that seemed to be coming from outside, and it irked me! As soon as I moved, Back-Pain Brenda let me know she was there. (Oh, she is painful this morning!)

WD Indigo Within minutes, the Porcelain Throne demanded to be rushed to! I needed to avoid the double-embarrassments of last night with my not getting there in time, at all costs. The shame, mortification, and sheer humiliation, and it happened twice, made me red-faced at the thought of it occurring again! With all the haste I could summon, I was out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, rickety recliner, had a Dizzy Dennis spell, lost my balance in the hurry, clouted my knee against the Ottoman, swore unvarnishedly, but silently ( I hope!), and continued on, determined not to get caught out again, to the wet room.

wdp02LeftWD Indigo Talk about just in time! The instant I got my rear-end over Porcelain Throne, the runny almost wet evacuation started and was all over in seconds, but the tummy was still rumbling. So I thought it prudent to grab the crossword book and pen and spend a little time sat there crosswording a while, just in case. However, the pungentness of the lingering after-odour forced me into a change of mind about sitting there. Hehe! Diahorrea Donald had undoubtedly taken over! I reckon it must be the after-effects of the Soul Food Vegetarian Chilli? I really must try to resist repurchasing it, no matter how great it tastes! But will I be able to?

Once again, thanks to Nottingham City Homes repair department’s failure and lies, I had the dangerous job of getting hot water from the kitchen stove to the wet room, to clean the bowl and antisepticise myself. I’m not looking forward to shaving and shower later, well, the shave anyway, it’s not an easy task fetching hot water when at any time the hand, fingers and arm may burst into uncontrollable shaking and jerking about. The leg, come think of it, hasn’t done any of its involuntary uncontrollable Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances lately. I do hope it doesn’t today, well anytime in the future again, really. But as Dr Raghamunia, no that’s not his name. I’ll look it up on his last sit-rep letter… got it, Senthil Kumar Rontala Raghunathan, said, there nothing we can do about this problem, and it will only get worse. But not necessarily *quickly. *(Quickly isn’t the word he used, I can’t recall precisely what it was, but it meant that I’m sure.

I eventually made myself a drink of tea. The taste-buds are not working this morning, the tea tasted ‘off’ to me. So I made another after recleaning the mug. Just the same, bitter, dry tasting?

6Sat06WD Indigo Took the morning medications, finding out when I grabbed the pill-pod-tray, that I had not taken last night’s doses! Oy Vey! What a farmisht alter cocker, I am! Unsure what to take, I gambled on just one Warfarin and one Atorvastatin from last nights doses. I also took an extra painkiller, as Backpain Brenda was still playing me up something wicked!

I got the updating done for Saturday’s blog and posted it off. Then went on the WordPress reader, and sent photos to Pinterest. Then had an updating session on the TFZer Facebook sight, no, site! Tsk!

WD Indigo Next came another demand from the innards for a Porcelain Visit. Getting out of hand this is! Diahorrea Duncan was in control! Same as last time, but not so urgent. Messy and needed hot water boiling and fetching from the kitchen stove to clean the porcelain properly. I was now in deep discomfort. Joining Backpain Brenda, was Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna. Arthur Itis continued to increase slowly in venomosity in both knees.

Not easy gerrin’ old, especially with Nottingham City homes maintena… Never mind!

WD Indigo I made a template for this blog, and it may be hard for you to believe, but I needed the Porcelain throne again! The same rigmarole. My aches and pains are even worse now. I’m going down in the contentment stakes at a high rate of knots! At least the wee-wees are not so frequent. (I knew if I tried, I’d find something to try and cheer myself up!) Humph!

I eventually, many hours after getting up, it’s now 09:00hrs, and I tried again to make a brew. But, sadly it tasted the same as the earlier mug of tea, terrible!

I’ve got Josie’s dinner to get ready yet. So, I’ll tackle the shave and showering first, then the fight with the Sock-Glide, finally treat the cuts, knocks and scalded areas (There are bound to be a few, thanks to Nottingham City Homes Maintenance sh… Oh. never mind!) I don’t believe it! The bloody Reflux Valve has kicked-off now, as I stood up! Gasping for breath, coughing! Shit, I’m fed-up again!

One hell of an in-agony old-chap of a whinger today! Harrumph!

Back in a bit, possibly with bandages on. Hehehe!

7Sun05I noticed as I stripped off the dressing gown, that once again, like most mornings, the pins (legs) looked like different ones than they did the day before. The knobblyness, lumps, blotches, and even the spider veins and blood papsules from the clopidogrel, all seemed calmer, less vivid and even fewer of them?

WD Indigo Another slightly messy evacuation had to be performed. Repeatedly fetching the hot water from the saucepans in the kitchen, and returning them to heat more water, caused only a few spillages, but no injuries. However, the dropsies were numerous. I can’t even remember the number of times I dopped either the soap or flannel in the showering! The toilet roll, toothbrush, razor (4), shaving foam can and deodorant spray also went on walkabouts from the electrified looking hands. The battle with the sock-glide was postpones, no need to put any socks on, with my not going anywhere (Sunday again!).

7Sun04WD Indigo Got dressed and made a brew, but it tasted off, somehow. Maybe the milk was off? Took a snap of outside.

I got on the computer and had a marathon session on blogging. But, it was slow going with the peripheral neuralgia fingers, etc., ensuring there was much correcting and amending having to be done! Grumph!

7Sun03I was getting frustrated, so I gave it a rest for a while.

Got the medications I’d left on the mobile-server stored away correctly.

I got a bit of sweeping and mopping up done in the kitchen, done. Painful!

Tried getting back doing the graphicalisationing of CorelDraw, but gave up, it was too tricky with the fingers how they are.

7Sun06I made up three black bags of general waste and filled the box the medications came in with recyclable material and off to waste chute in the lift lobby. With the empty jars for the green bin in the three-wheeler trolley-walker. The black bags tied around the trolley. And the carton for recycling balanced on the top of the 7Sun073-wheeler. Not easy, and I lost the box off of the handlebars a few times en route, Hehe!

Seeing the rain, meant I didn’t feel so bad about being stuck indoors. But then, my being so for five days waiting for the non-arrival of the promised-daily Nottingham City Homes maintenance help, plus the today with no buses, didn’t bother me at all. Lie02

I got sorting Josie’s meal. And delivered it on the dot at her door. The gal seemed in good spirits today and welcomed the nosh. 

I tried doing some graphics again but gave up. It was just too difficult with the fingers playing up. Now I’ll be all behind still with the graphics for the blogs, Grumph!

7Sun08I got my nosh made earlier than usual, as I felt the weariness and fatigue coming on early.

WD Indigo Got it served up, and what a disappointment it turned out to be! I did try to eat it, but the only thing on the plate that tasted right were the peas and the cheesy potatoes! The yellow Isle-of-Man tomatoes were unjuicy and so bland! The turkey meat, slimy! The beetroot rock-hard! Even the Asda bacon flavoured French fries, tasted like cardboard! I was trying to eat it, and at the same time, wondering why it was so tasteless? Eventually, I fell asleep with the only partly eaten meal balanced on my rotund wobbly-belly on the tray.

WD Indigo The landline phone rang and flashed at me, waking me up, and that is rare to actually hear it when I’m asleep. By the time I’d safely got the cold, sad, pathetic meal on the tray removed, the landline stopped!

WD Indigo I was nodding off again when the intercom rang. I fumbled hurriedly to the panel. All I could see on the screen was a close up of a coat, whoever it was, was let in by someone. For a moment in my part-slumber state, the heart rang with joy… Could this be Nottingham City Homes coming to do the hot water tank? Silly me! I realised it was a Sunday, so no chance. I dragged my wretched body from the recliner and off to the door!

GC capI was greatly cheered-up and revitalised when it turned out to be Michael, my old mate. We had one hell of a grand chinwag, he’s a busy bloke our Michael. He’s not been well himself lately. He’s still off on holiday soon to the Mediterranean, he doesn’t mess about, bless him. He spoke of his family gadabouts etc. and so much more. I could listen to him forever, what a character he is, a real pal! It was a smidge sad too, to him go, hope he was a great break in Spain, I think it was. I walked with him to the lift and sadly said my farewells.

Back in the flat, I happily threw away the uneaten meal. (Which Michaels visitation saved me from eating, cheers mate!) It was such a good feeling, getting rid of that fodder. But I’d still like to know whether or not, and if so, why my taste buds are dying? Haha! As for a Taste-Rating, well, perhaps 2/10. It was horrid!

Feeling perked a little with Michael’s visit, I decided to get the handwashing done. Only a towel and one shirt. I took extra care not to drop any boiling water, the kettle or any saucepans that I had to handle. And the session was accident-free! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I settled the uncommonly-tatty, Steptoe & Son-like recliner. Put on the TV and… Zzz!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 12th October 2019: Horrendous, unsettling day. Got the runs now! What next?

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2019 sOct 13

Saturday 12th October 2019

Malagasy: Alahady 12 Oktobra 2019

6Sat01

 03:30hrs: I woke up, feeling fed-up and wee’d-off, with feeling fed-up and wee’d-off! Even if the failed turn-ups from Nottingham City Homes every single day this week, and also if they do arrive on Monday next (Eight days after the hot water supply failed on me) as promised again; I’ll have a minimum five-hour plumbing job, Draining of the tank, new parts fitted, Removal, moving of storage tank with all the resulting mess and cleaning up to do afterwards, refitting of the storage tank, refilling of the storage tank, then wait for the electrician to arrival and reset and get the water-heater going – Mind you, let’s look back at the promised arrivals and the actual arrivals this past week: 

  1. Monday: Promised arrival 1 – Actual arrivals 0
  2. Tuesday: Promised arrival 1 – Actual arrivals 0
  3. Wednesday: Promised arrival 2 – Actual arrivals 0
  4. Thursday: Promised arrival 1 – Actual arrivals 0
  5. Friday: Promised arrival 3 – Actual arrivals 2 – But the job had been mistimed and could not be actuated. Thus, more promises for getting the job next Monday!

My confidence has been shattered, as has my will-power, faith, trust and hopes.

I had and still do, to use the shower have to fill the wet room sink to wash and shave, the results: Slipped on the wet floor rag – injured elbow, hurt back. Scalded when taking a pan of hot water from the kitchen and got the Peripheral Neuralgia shakes, causing me to drop the container! This has happened twice. Burnt the back of my hand when collecting pans from the stove, same reason, the shakes.

The worst one perhaps was dropping a saucepan in the kitchen, and the ensuing pain form Back-Pain Brenda when I bent down to retrieve the pan and lid, then the added discomfort from Rheumatoid Arthur Itis’s knees! But, there is plenty of time for more injuries before the promised (possibly) arrival on Monday of the plumber then, an electrician. But they have still got plenty of reasons not to come yet again in their filing cabinet, I’m sure. As Warden Deana quoted the maintenance team member she had been talking to last Monday, ‘Well it’s not an emergency, he can use the shower to get hot water!’ So, it’s my fault, it seems? I do apologies!

Luckily, all this failure to communicate, incompetency in arrangements, mental torment, and injuries I’ve suffered all week waiting for help, don’t bother me in the slightest. Lie Mode Engaged!

Oh dear, I’m mind-blasting again, sorry.

After stewing in self-pity for a while, I reticently disentwined my abdominous, well-upholstered, wobbly chassis from 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 five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

WD 250.0.100 Off to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), for a wee-wee. But where was it? Nowhere to be seen? Had I been nocturnally wandering again? I searched without any luck, for so long, that I needed the Porcelain Throne, off to the wet room. Hoping the bucket might be in there as well, but no! I’d held back the wee-wee for so long, I had to whip down the pants and relieve myself straight away – and what a surprise I got! It turned out to be a wee-wee of the CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) style! There were few areas of the room that had not been caught in the splashback-spray! I had to clean myself and the surfaces with antiseptic disinfectant, wipe the walls and mop the floor! I kid you not!

6Sat02aAfter what seemed like an eternity, I got around to depositing my bum on the throne, ready for releasal activities. Boy, there was a lot of it this time, too! A little messy.

Which was surprising really, cause I ate only a small meal last night, of Dagwood sarnies and a few chips. It was possibly the Soul Food Chilli from Thursday that was working its way through? And, I’ve still got a pot of it left to eat yet, Hehe!

6Sat03WD 250.0.100 To the kitchen, using the new multi-pronged walking stick! Made a brew, and got the medications taken. Realising, due to the tablets still being in last nights blister pack, that I had not taken last nights doses! What a plonker!

So, I took just one Warfarin, hoping this would be the best thing to do, to avoid over-dosing and getting the blood too thin. Especially with the chances of blisters from scolding with having to take the boiling water to the wet room for shaving later!

6Sat05aWD 250.0.100 I returned to the front room, and the computer was booted, and, I realised I had come back from the kitchen with one of the wooden sticks. Needing to get some practice with this stick’s multi-legs, I returned to collect it and swap it with the wooden one, si there is one in each room at all times. But I found myself walking passed the new stick several times before the brain ‘stopped looking for a wooden stick’. Hmm, clot! It was standing up on its own near the stack of storage boxes, which are also grey. But, I am probably looking to assuage my stupidy here! Haha!

Back to Junk Room 2 and went on the WordPress reader section. Answered some comments. Then started this blog off.

WD 250.0.100 The finger-ends sensitivity was terrible this morning. Typing anything was taking me an age! Correcting spelling mistakes, grammatical errors, an clearing the odd row of unfelt to the fingers-tips single letters, where I’s and E’s were the worst offenders, as is to be expected, they are both typed using the Peripheral neuralgia affected right-hand digits to type. Being a person of the volgivagant kind, I think actually helps me to accept these ailments or issues, more readily. Certainly more readily than I can accept being pissed about and lied to for over a week, over the hot water repair job! (Steady Inchcock, don’t get yourself going again, or you might have another stroke!)

6Sat03aI went to make another brew of tea, using the multi-prong-footed walking stick. When I say using the multi-prong-footed walking stick, I don’t mean to make the char with, I mean walking to the kitchen with. Hahaha!

The white moon was out, and I took a photographicalisation of it. Not a good one, but still, I did my bestest with the sensitiveness absent in the fingers and all that.

6Sat04WD 250.0.100 I was summoned by the innards to go back to the Porcelain Throne, so I did! The evacuation was swift, but again, messy! A look at the pins (legs) made me take a picture of them. Oh, so different to yesterday’s photo of the same legs; they seem to change several times a day! The Tate gallery should show these photographs. I’m not sure in which section they should be in, though! Haha!

6Sat06I went to make another brew to replace the one that had gone cold. And there were a lot of Crows, breakfast hunting and baby-birds training, out there suddenly. By the time I’d power-hobbled to fetch the camera and got back with it, the birds were few and far between. This sad effort on the right is the best I could manage. Substandard, unsatisfactory, shoddy, schlocky and egregious, second-grade photographicalisationing, I know. And this is one of my better bird in flight efforts! Tsk!

I went on the TFZer site on Facebook, with a lot of catching up to do. Which took me two hours!

6Sat07Sudden crave for food? (And sleep, rest, peace, and mental quietude) I did not feel well at all, but this didn’t seem to curb my desire for food, and so early in the day, too!

I got the Soul Food Chilli in the saucepan and added, sliced tomato, black bean sauce, and a pinch of salt to the mix.

WD 250.0.100 I turned off the computer and returned to stay in the kitchen for the heating up and constant stirring of the nosh. Then I took this photo of the sky outside. Realising in the morning when I got the picture on the computer, I had somehow 6Sat08changed the camera setting for the picture size or shape. I do remember the shaking jumping hand when I took the snap, but have no idea how or what I did to change things.

I’ll leave them as they are, I think. I’m certainly not up to trying to sort it out now.

6Sat09Got the nosh served up. Good as it tasted, I found I was battling to stay awake while eating it. Flavour-rating: 8/10. I think that I must have got the seasoning different to last time. Humph!

I left the bowl and spoon in the bowl in the sink, after having so annoyingly had to boil water in the kettle and large saucepan, to cover them, to let the things soak.

Into the Xyrophobia-suffering crook and Brother-in-Law Pete, damaged, second-hand, c1968 recliner, and I soon fell asleep, as the innards began to rumble!

WD 250.0.100 But not sleep for long! I woke in need of a Porcelain throne visit. I hobbled to the wet room as fast as I could – but embarrassingly did not make it on time – such was the grip that Diarrohea Donald (Chilli?) suddenly had over me! Thank heavens for two things; the evacuation was not overly messy and for the PP’s!

Exhausted from the hubble-bubble of getting to the Throne on time, and the cleaning up after the session, I then had to boil some water to wash and antisepticise things! Worryingly, the stomach continued to grumble?

Head down again, but sleep was resistant this time. I put theTV on, and that worked a treat, Zzzz!

WD 250.0.100 Until the landline phone light and ring sounded and woke me up again! Twas the chemist, telling me they would deliver the prescriptions in about an hour! Another waking-up – I nearly cried, I wanted to!

So, I thanked him and rose to get the kettle and all the pans on the stove, to boil water for a wash and shave, before the pharmacist arrived with the medications.

WD 250.0.100 True to their word, the friendly pleasant waking-me-up chemist people arrived, just as I was finishing the wash, and treating the scold mark on my tummy from the splashed hot water, from the saucepan-to-sink transference! (Thank you, 7Sun03Nottingham City Homes Maintenance Managers).

I got the medications inside and checked them.

I noted that they had sent two months supply this time. There must be a Bank Holiday coming up soon then.

6Sat10I checked in the morning, but could not see any Bank Holidays, until December? 

I was still so weary, I just left the medications on the trolley, they can be put away later when I’m feeling better. Which if left to Nottingham City Homes Maintenance, means when (if) they do get the hot water flowing again, they can always leave a note with the Funeral Parlour, to go in the coffin to let me know! (Tired, In-pain Pissed-off Sarcasm Mode Adopted). Hahaha! Mind you, there is a radical alternative to burial and cremation, it’s called Alkaline Hydroysis,  (Sound like lone of my ailments, Hehehe!) that I fancy having. A “gentle, eco-friendly alternative to flame-based cremation” using an alkaline solution made with potassium hydroxide to reduce the body to a skeleton. (Providing Nottingham City Homes Maintenance don’t kill me first [Good bit of sarcasm slipped in there!], not that it will. But, after over a week of nothing happening in response to my hot-water problem, apart from failed promises, and not a word from the NCH men in charge, I think it is fair for me to feel aggravated! And I am! Waiting in for non-arriving appointments, mega sleep-deprivation, accidents caused through transporting hot water by kettle and saucepans… still, are they bothered? Even after calls from my After-Stroke Support worker! A well-scripted letter to a newspaper about this might be a good idea? With me having so many ailments that the NCH are not interested in, Anne Gyna, Dizzy Dennis attacks, falling-over, tripping up, Duodenal Donald ulcer, Bladder cancer, the plastic heart valve fitted, RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur itis), Harold Haemorrhoid’s and the fungal lesion bleeding merrily away. Peripheral Neuralgia, that has caused me mobility problems, and left me with the right side of my body, leg, fingers, hands, arm, and even the shoulder, doing their occasional unintentional Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines. Then having the stroke, to name but a few. It beggars belief that any septuagenarian tenant in poor health, can be lied to for five days on the trot, being told someone will come out, and they did not! It is now eight-days since the hot water failed in my apartment in this high-rise, so-called £11m Retirement Village. Another assurance that the problem will be tackled next Monday has still to be proven or disproven! And I am so dejected and depressed by the failure to respond and help me. They do not even communicate directly but leave it to the Warden and men who did finally arrived on Friday, but too late in the day to carry out the repairs, for me to glean any details from. My abilities have lessened so much since the Stroke, and nobody seems to understand this.

A pity the News of the World isn’t still going, they might have taken up my cause. Hehehe! Who else can I take my complaint to? How do I go about it? Should I bother? Does anyone care? Probably not! No doubt the maintenance team must be under pressure, I understand this, and I am sympathetic about it. But the total lack of communication is really irking! If they cannot come for any of the daily arranged appointment (6 of them!), I wis they had a way of letting me now, then I would not have to make myself poorlier, by not getting any sleep while waiting to find out if they are coming or not, for six days on the trot, sleep deprivation was suffered, and this has caused my various ailments to give me a hard time healthwise. Nuff said! (Probably too much, enough to upset them. I’m worried now that moaning might make things worse for me. I could even be classed as a trouble-maker, and lose the flat?

The above passage above came from frustration and the heart. I just hope that someone in charge reads and absorbs it. It certainly isn’t nit-picking, but of genuine concern, well, to me at least!

5Fri018WD 250.0.100a WD 250.0.100 I had a rather sad wee-wee of the WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) style and almost tripped myself up with the new walking stick. Easily done for me. It stands upon the four little legs on its own, and I’d forgotten it was there as I reached for the regular wooden stick, walking into the new one as I did. It’s going to take some getting used to this metal stick is.

WD 250.0.100 WD 250.0.100a Back and got my head down again. Sleep was hard to encourage, so I put the TV on again… then, I needed yet another Porcelain Throne Session! Another panic-flap-rush to the Throne. Again resulting in a very embarrassing, uncomfortable and cringe-worthy early escapage! The evacuation was over quickly, but not the cleaning up!

WD 250.0.100 Thanks to the non-response of Nottingham City Home maintenance, this meant again, my boiling water on the stove and kettle, to clean up with. A burn on the side of the hand on the saucepan, was the only injury this time. But the Peripheral Neuralgia shakes, meant as expected it would, in spillages of hot water in the transporting of the saucepans form the kitchen, and even dropping an empty pan on the way back to fill it up again. Which caused more pain from Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna as I had to clear it up, once more, my disgust at the way I had been treated by Nottingham City Homes, came to the fore!

It’s a bloody good job my mate helped out with the PP supply! I’m going through them like they were biscuits! Hehehe!

Back yet again to the £300, second-hand recliner, in search of sleep. Phwert! It took ages coming!

Yours, Lucky Inchcock. (Fib-detected!)

Inchcockski – Friday 11th October 2019: Hot water system still not working!

2019 sOct 11

2019 sOct 11

Friday 11th October 2019

Afrikaans: Vrydag 11 Oktober2019

4Thu21a

WD 120.60.0 03:40hrs: Woke feeling rough, but ready to go. The EQ told me I’d have a bit or even a lot of hassle, but the end result would be good!?!?

I pondered on things and how they were going, but no involuntary fear and worry brain-storming. The utter cock-up with the near ten o’clock visits from the plumber chap moments after I had fallen asleep last night. The hot water not being able to be repaired and a new boiler and thermostat being needed. No chance of having it done today, so then I have Sat, and Sun, and however long, how many more days, weeks it will take to order the parts, and they get delivered before I can even think of having hot water available again.

How long is that going to be? But there was a strange feeling of chimaricness, combined with an EQ created passiveness and acceptance of whatever happens, and an assurance that it will be a messy, disturbing and frustrating failed day, with many cock-ups, gaffes, screw-ups,  and faux pas involved to come! Yet, I calmly accepted this. Worrying in itself that!

Then today has to be coped with. Dare I go out, just in case there is some movement on the boiler front from Nottingham City Homes? Good job I ordered extra food in from Iceland for today, cause it looks like being the fifth day on the trot of self-imprisonment in the flat. Humph! Then, I’ve got the chap coming to see me from the Stroke Team, and of course, the Iceland delivery. I got myself in a mind-muddle, trying to sort things out in my defective, baffled brain.

5Fri01Out of the second-hand near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner, that Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while stealing my valuables when I was in the Stroke hospital, and off for a Porcelain Throne and wee-wee session. The evacuation was a decent one, no bleeding, although a smidge messy.

5Fri02The pins (legs) seemed far less mangled compared to yesterday morning. The feet looked almost human-like, too. The old ever-present ankle-ulcer scar appeared a little threatening, but this often happens, and it usually dies away again.

Even the Arthur Itis knees were suffering less this morning! A couple of visits from Dizzy Dennis was a little concerning, but at least they were short ones this time.

To the kitchen, boiled some water to wash the hands in the sink with, and made a mug of tea, then took the medications.

WD 120.60.0 I turned on the computer, and…

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I had to go through the palava of resetting the box, that failed. Turning off and back on, that failed. The rigmarole of turning off the Virgin box for a few minutes and then again on – and that did it. Even though Mr Fries attempts at driving me completely bonkers were partially successful, I got the pathetic overcharging Liberty-Global Virgin Internet back on. But it was slow, and hard work using it. Cheers, Fries!

I made a start on this blog, and then updated the Thursday post, after almost forgetting too. Fertummelt fool, I am!

Back to try the web, it was not so slow now. I may regret saying that! I got the graphics on for today, and it was time for the ablutions to be seen to.

WD 120.60.0 The farcical, ridiculous ablutions! But at least I didn’t drop any hot water on the three trips to and from the kitchen this time. The dropsies were numerous; Toothbrush (2), Razor (2), Soap (6), flannel (2), shower-head (1), towel (2), shirt (1), body-spray can, and knocked over the stack of PP’s (Protection Pants).

Mercifully, I cunningly and sagaciously avoided the often blood-blisterisationing, and painful Sock-Glide-Scrimmage, by not wearing any socks!

5Fri005I went on the WordPress reader. Turned off the computer, and had a try to tighten the handles on the new trolley-walker. But it wouldn’t have it, and I soon gave up trying. Although no guilt was attached this time, why I don’t know. Every day a  different mood. Which sometimes changes several times semidiurnal, or more.

5Fri00608:45hrs, the intercom sounded, and I responded to the hallway. The Iceland order had arrived. I admitted the bloke and readied for his arrival.

He took the bags through to the kitchen for me. I thanked him, and he was off, like Roger Bannister. Hehe!

5Fri007Note that I am newly prepared for any onslaught from Diahorrea Donald that might come again! Oh, yes! I took a closer look at the size (a bit narrower than others), and the quality of the tissue. They seem strong enough to me. Good value too!

I decided to go and try to catch Riechsfhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana, to keep her updated with the hot water situation.

I dropped off the black bags down the waste chute, returned and got the recycling box, which fitted well in between the bars of the old three-wheeler trolley, down in the lift, and dropped the carton off at the caretaker’s door.

5Fri007cI walked along through the link corridor to Winwood Court, taking a  picture of a bloke through the windows.

I met and chatting with Welsh William as I did so. We both got to the Warden’s Interrogation and Holding Cell office together. Handed out the nibbles, and although Deana was talking to William, she asked if I had anything important to say, as they both started to leave the room. I mentioned quickly that the fitter had called last night, and I need a new boiler and or thermostat. Off they went. 

I thought I’d take some photos of the big social room, but realised I had not taken the camera with me. Oh, dearie me! Back down and through to the main room, taking photographs from left to right:

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5Fri14Back up to the flat again. As I limped along the link-corridor, it was almost eerie, being free of any humans, other than myself, of course. Hehe!

As I got to the Fire Escape doorway on the left, I had a nosy through the glass.

WD 120.60.0 The bottom of the stairwell was 5Fri15there, and the external Fire-Escape door.

I was not impressed that someone had left a black bag close to the inner door, for someone in a panic to trip over. Also, there was an obstacle of some sort or other leaning up against the frame of the outer Fire-Escape door. Mmm! Prospectively Dangerous, that!

I made my way back up to the apartment and put the final touches to clearing the Iceland things away. The freezer is now so full, I fear the weight might cause things to fall through the floor. Haha!

Sorting out and putting away the goods, I came across the jar of Polish mushrooms; the one’s I could not open when I bought them last month! I decided it would be a good idea if I stabbed the lid and transferred the contents to a sealed container. So I did!

5Fri16

5Fri018As I was putting away the mushroom in the fridge – well, making room to fit it in (Hahaha!) there, the door chime rang out! It was the Stroke Physio guy, I didn’t catch his name, a grand young man. He’d kindly brought two different types of walking sticks for me to try out, to see if any might help prevent any falls. He patiently waited and watched as I tried 5Fri017them both out. The one with a broader spread of ‘feet’ on it was not really suitable for this tiny flat. I tried the smaller-footed one (photograph). This was much better but needed some time for me to get used to it. The Gent will call be back in two weeks to see how things are with it. Not only that, but he set to and stiffened the wobbly handlebars on the new walker, for me! Much appreciated his help and understanding of my situation. He said he would have a word with Nottingham City Homes about my problem with the hot water, failed promises and the difficulties; the lack of hot water is causing me. Damned decent chap! Good looking, young, had hair, wasn’t bald and charismatic as well!

An hour later, around 12:00hrs, the door chime burst forth yet again. Popular today! Twas a Nottingham City Homes maintenance guy, who’d come to have a look at the hot water boiler. (The young Physio man, had made an excellent job of his phoning them, for me! Thank you, Sir!)

He made an initial inspection of the problem in hand. George his name was, very patient and efficient too! He fetched some tools and made an in-depth analysis of the situation. I can’t remember exactly what the problem was: but it needed a plumber to come, move the boiler around and replace something. When he has done that, George will return to get the hot water working again. I resisted getting too excited, knowing my record of cruel deplorably lousy luck! But, even the thought that there might be a good outcome had lowered my Anticipatory-Defcon-level by one! The dream, the possibility of being able to shave without risking my life and limb was born! However, I was wondering if the situation was a simulacrum, or real.

WD 120.60.0 During the day, many letters and flyers were received:

  1. A: Proof of my astounding value and worth. 1p interest earned in my savings accounts this year! Humph!
  2. Free filum, Saturday Night & Sunday with details of how to get entangled in booking a seat.
  3. Must be booked Boy Scout provided a meal for £3
  4. Oh dear, how confusing indeed. Severn Trent, to tell us that a water leak is under the flats. They cannot find it? We must find it! Insurance might help pay for it, but only if we have taken out a Homeserve or British Gas policy. We must call a plumber!
  5. If the leak has not been repaired in 14 days, ST (Severn Trent) will complete the repair themselves and recover the cost from those who are held (The tenants?) responsible!

5Fri24

5Fri25I’m a bit worried again, now!

Just when maybe there were signs and indications of the hot-water fiasco, might be about to get solved. Another Gawd-forsaken, nervous-making, situation arises.

Surely we cannot be held responsible for water leaks? For gracious sakes!

5Fri019The skies were leaking as well, now. Time is getting on fast now, no signs of the plumber yet. I’ve written that a few times this week, haven’t I?

Despite not having a meal yesterday, I am not feeling peckish at all, yet, anyway. But the tiredness is dawning again. This week’s other bugbear has been the lack of sleep, caused by lack of communication and the fibs given out by Nottingham City Homes for five days, telling me that a plumber would arrive every day, who didn’t! So I was having to stay awake for a ridiculous time, even 20 hours at a stretch, waiting for the non-arriving plumber. As I await one again, I hope it will not be the same today. I still dare not go out, to the laundry, or anything yet now. But hey, life was not meant to be easy. Not mine, anyhow! Grumph!

WD 120.60.0 No plumber arrived yet. I wonder what it’s like outside in the fresh-air? It’s been so long since I had a hobble! The rains stopped now, but still looking a little bleak.

WD 120.60.0 16:10: Hours, the plumber arrived. The job is too big to do. What needs doing will need a minimum of 4 hours, and the lad finishes his shift in two! He phoned someone at their HQ and told him what he thought of it. Said he’d been doing little fiddly jobs when he should have been sent here, then the situation would have been done, and George could have come back and connected things up, so I could have had hot water!

WD 120.60.0 The plumber lad put in an urgent job request for Monday first thing!

5Fri27

So, the EQ was spot on again when it warned me this morning.

WD 120.60.0Mega-pissed-off. Fearing using kettle and saucepan for washing and shaving. In fear of an accident happening this weekend. (Not from the EQ, just a feeling) Had enough! Don’t know if I can cope with it anymore. Fed-up! Arsed-off!

Going to make some Dagwood sarnies, and try to get some sleep. Not that I expect to, I know I’m too uptight!

WD 120.60.0 And then… Christ! What next!

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Cobblers!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 10th October 2019: Plumber arrived today – Not Good News!

 

2019 sOct 10

2019 sOct 10

Thursday 10th October 2019

Swedish: incompetent den 10 Oktober 2019

4Thu01

03:30hrs: I stirred, and the brain eventually dragged itself away from the disappointment, let-down, and lack of the Nottingham City Home’s repeatedly promised plumbers arrival, to fix the no-hot-water problem for me. Since last Saturday I’ve hot-waterless. The assurances that someone is coming Mon, Tue, and Wed, all failed to come to fruition. Maybe today, they will arrive? Then again... It would be nice to have a shave and wash without risking life and limb, get out to buy some food, not keep missing the medical appointment, get the laundry done. Most essential for me would be to get some sleep. Having to stay indoors with a stubbly-chin, burnt, and scolded body parts (Peripheral Neuralgia), from having to handle hot water in the kettle and saucepans to the wet room for a shave and the shakes making me drop and spill stuff. Hoping for the non-arrival, twixt 08:00hrs and 22:00hrs for several days, waiting with futile hopes, just in case they arrive. Too scared of falling asleep and missing them, if they came. Which of course, they didn’t, despite many promises.  (I’ll try not to use any reference to the failures again, [No chance!]). But I will gladly mention them if they arrive today! Life, however little is left, has never been more of a hassle for years! And, the damned mystery susurration, droning noise was getting louder! Glad I’ve got all that off my chest.

I revert now, back to my routine, timid, scaredy-cats, health-issue-suffering, worrying about everything, incapable, withdrawn and cringingly inept, insecure, uneducated, incompetent, unconfident, inferiority-complexed, timorous, someone wouldn’t say boo to a goose, faint-hearted, ill-at-ease, fearful, shy mode. I’m so much more suited and adapted to this modality.

WD 0.0.255 2 I was surprised with how easily I got the lumbering mass of body out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, ugly-beige-coloured, rickety recliner, with very little pain from so many issues that would usually give me grief. No wee-wee being needed was next wonderment.

3Wed01mI checked on the handwashing, that was spread all over the flat. The stand-up airer in the hall. The rickety airer in the main junk room and hanging in the kitchen.

I did a bit of jiggling them around to try to get the missed areas dried some more.

3Wed01pI belched as I was making the tea, and the flavour of last night’s Soulful Food veg-chilli came back up. It was nice! Took the medications with an extra-guzzle of the ‘not-up-it’ Peptac antacid medicine, as some burning came back up the windpipe, and the innards began to rumble a tad. I’ve got another pot of chilli to eat yet!

Almost instantly after taking the medications, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wetroom. It seems the Soul-Food chilli had got things moving, but unfortunately, messily so. Ah-well!

I finished making the brew and off to the computer to update yesterday’s blog. With not going out, and all the extra time again spent on graphicalisationing, as I waited for the non-arrival of the plumber, it didn’t take long to finish it, and I got it posted off.

WD 0.0.255 2 I made a start on this post, and as I did, the first wee-wee of the day was needed. And what a wee-wee it was! An LPJL (Long-Powerful-Jet-Like) release that caught me unexpectedly and needed some cleaning up of the bucket and my jammy bottoms. Oh, dearie me!

I did some work on this post, and…

Virgin blue

So, I decided to give it a rest, and start the ablutions going. Carefully, especially with my having to transport the saucepans of water to the wet room for the shaving.

4Thu04

Knotted Kneaded knees Oy Vey!

WD 0.0.255 2 Off to the wetroom. Where I was astounded at how bad the pins (legs) looked this morning! Gotten Himmel, Oy vey, and flipping ‘eck! But there was more; as I was setting the shot up, trying not to shake, a pack of Protection Pants fell off the stack of them on the left of the picture, bounced once, hit me on the leg and slid into the shower area! Hehehe! I had to smile to myself! The knees and legs look proper horrendous!

Also, I think I must have a boil coming up in my right oxter! Tsk!

All part of the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination!

4Thu03WDP 01b leftWD 0.0.255 2A The teeth were done; I fetched a saucepan of water from the kitchen stove to use for shaving. As I took it back to reheat for later… the dang pan slipped from my grip as the fingers gave-up sending nerve messages to the brain, and I tried to catch it, and banged the back of my hand on the stove ring! Back to 4Thu06the ablutions. The showering, shaving teggies etc. only cost me three dropsies, well, four, if you count the saucepan. Tsk!

The sock-glide battle was a draw, I think. I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and got appropriately dressed.

4Thu02Made a brew of tea, and took this photograph out of the unwanted, light & View-blocking new windows. Taken facing towards Nottingham.

I rang Nottingham City Home’s Obersturmbannführer, Prima Ballerina, and Warden Deana. To advise her of the no-show for the fourth day of the promised electrician or plumber to mend the No-hot-water problem. She didn’t sound surprised at all. Well, she knows them well! Said she’ll call them and ring me back.

I got started updating this post, and true to her word, Oberstgruppenführeress and Nail Polisher, Warden Deana rang me back later. It all felt very ‘Cover-your-backish’ comment to me. She’d been told: My Job request had been filed incorrectly under ‘Gas’, so had been thrown away, because they know Winwood Heights are all-electric!?!?!

So, what happened on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday when Deana called them and got different stories of why they had failed to turn up. If this excuse were genuine, surely we would have not have gotten their assurances that they would call on Mon, Tue and Wed? I got another promise (the fifth one?) that they will call sometime today. I have no faith, belief or confidence left! It still amazes me, how another tenant can find she has the same problems as I have, tells them a day later, and gets it sorted that day!

12:30hrs. No sign of any plumbers or electricians. Feeling so tired, this being mucked about and lied to by Nottingham City Homes, is really getting to me.

Better get some graphics and a template or two done. A few hours later, and I’d made only two.

Arthur Itis and Colin Cramps are attacking the left hand and fingers this time! Christ almighty, I’ve had enough!

Still no signs of the workman coming to do the hot water! Lucky? Me? It’d be nice to get out and buy some food, get a hobble in, go to the doctors… or just jump-off the balcony! So tired again, and it looks like yet another day of staying up late, only in case the bloke arrives… No wonder I’m going bonkers!

I’ll make a brew of tea and sit down and try to relax a bit – but I must not allow myself to fall asleep and miss any visitors. Not that I anticipate any, but you never know. Just cause the Nottingham City Homes Maintenance have lied to me for three days, doesn’t mean that they did today when they said someone will arrive… I’m losing it again!

WD 0.0.255 2 Now the left hand is ridden with cramps, and pain, the right one still losing its grip on things! I just dropped the saucepan again! For once, it was empty when it went on its Whoopsie. With both hand’s crippled like this, I could… well, never mind. I’ll take some more painkillers with the mug of tea. Then rub some pain gel in the hand, fingers and wrist tackle getting down to retrieve the pan. Then find summat with sub-titles to watch, so I don’t need the headphones on and miss the non-arriving Nottingham City Homes maintenance chap or woman.

Yours, truly fed-up, Inchcock!

4Thu07I wasn’t hungry, and that must be a first for me, and got the handwashing done. The inanity of having to boil water in the kettle and saucepans on the stove was not easy. And I had a few more clothes that needed doing, that had built up, as I thought the hot-water would soon be back on (That was last Saturday!) A pair of trousers, long-sleeved shirts, a jumper, a woollen bobble-hat, and a couple of diabetic bamboo socks.

I ended up using a lot of electricity, both airers were on the go, and a shirt and the trousers hung above the new ‘You-need-a-degree to use’ storage-heater in the kitchen.

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I settle to watch some TV and fell asleep.

Around 22:00hrs, I was woken by the sound of knocking and the door chimes playing the tune of Dusty Springfield’s ‘I only want to be with you!’

I was the Nottingham City Homes plumber! Nice chap. I explained the bother, and he went straight to the electrical panel on the wall, then the water-heater cupboard.

WD 0.0.255 2 It was bad news! The thermostat and maybe the boiler will have to be replaced! He would pass on details to the control room for me, and fingers crossed, it might get tended to in a week or two. He said he’d report me as an ‘At-Risk’ tenant, that might help. I thanked him, and off he shot to his next job, or back to the depot.

So, no chance of getting it done on Friday. Sat and Sun obviously are out of the question. I’ll just have to press-on burning, scalding myself, and dropping the kettle and saucepans for a further few days… or weeks! Struggling with the handwashing. And generally feeling frustrated and

I’m in a flutter-panic about whether I should try to get the shopping done tomorrow or not, just in case the maintenance can get to tend to the water problem, I need to be in? Then I remembered, tomorrow the After-Stroke Support bloke or Geriatric Falls Team man is calling to see me. So I have to remain indoors yet again. (Four days already!) In a muddled-mind state now! Innit sad!

WDPright02Ah, well, it could be worse. I think!

You can see why I’m a Cherophobic, can’t you! I’m not used to it!

TTFNski.

Inchcockski – Monday 7th October 2019: An anxious day of mental turmoil. Humph!

2019 sOct 07

2019 sOct 07

Monday 7th October 2019

Afrikaans: Maandag 7 Oktober 2019

1Mon01

00:30hrs: I woke, again in need of a wee-wee. Disentangled my blubbery body from the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner
£300, c1968, second-hand, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty recliner. Made use of the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) for a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak, Why-Did-I-Bother) mode wee-wee.

WD 70.0.0. WD 70.0.0. Acc I took the bucket into the kitchen to clean and sanitise it, only to find that there was no hot water coming from the tap (faucet). The water heater had gone down again! Grumph! So did it using boiled water from the kettle. Not comfortable with the Peripheral Neuralgia making the finger-tips loose sense of touch, and of course, I burnt myself without knowing it once more, until I saw it, then the brain got the message from the nerves, and the pain began! I must get someone to ring for me and inform Nottingham City Homes.

No hot water, no handwashing. Shame, handwashing every morning is part of the accepted physiotherapy and was doing me alright, I think, healthwise. How I’m going to shower and shave, I don’t know. Defcon Three Adopted! Fretting a bit!

I got the updating of the Sunday post finished and posted off. Then I made a start on some graphics needed on CorelDraw, in between the odd RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) wee-wee.

WDPright02WD 70.0.0. As I stripped for the ablutions, I noticed that I had grown some more wounds, (which seems to alter per diem!) on the chest/belly this time) near the heart op scar. To join with the new spider veins, itches, cuts, lumps, blood papsules, blotches, scars, bruises, stubbed toes, spots, abrasions, boils, abscesses, Clopidogrel-outbreaks, eruptions and Rheumatoid Arthur Itis’s misshaped knees.

1Mon19

GC capThe water in the shower was not warm enough to use in the sink, but the hot water from the handbasin sink, was a little more lukewarm, so I had a stand-up wash. Only two dropsies, the toothbrush and a razor. I had to fetch hot water to shave with from the kettle, but luckily I didn’t have any Dizzy Dennis moments, shakes or involuntary Hitler salutes or unwanted Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing.

I took some black bags to the chute on the way out. I met Olive in the lift, she was on her way to use the new laundry room in Winwood Court. We nattered as we walked along, and I offered my farewells as she went into the washroom. Lovely to see her.

I met Pole-dancer and Warden Obergruppenfùhreress Deana in the Winwood lobby area. I mentioned the lack of hot water. She said she would phone them later, and let me know. I mentioned Josie’s heater not coming warm. She said they will sometimes take 2-3 days to heat up. Also in the lobby, was Roy. In the big room was Malcolm and Welsh William. As we chatted, Angela came through on her way to the bus stop. We all joined her on the hobble (well, Malcolm and Roy are not old enough by far to hobble, so they sped ahead!) to the bus stop. Anklesnappers they are. Hehehe!

1Mon02I had a change of mind and returned to the flat, so I could tell Josie about the heaters and catch the next bus instead. On the way back to the apartment, the rain was a little more substantial and then stopped altogether.

I pushed the green auto-release button on the fire-door exit out to the seated area and had to shove the door open, to take this picture.

It was a good job I did go back because when I rang Josie’s door chimes, I just caught her getting ready to go out. I explained what I was told by Night Club Dancer and Scharfhreress Warden Deana, about the heaters that can take three days to warm up! It seemed to take a little weight off of her shoulders, and she looked a bit more cheered up. I felt good at being able to assist someone else.

I update this a blog a bit. Sister Jane rang me.

Pete had sent me some photographs from his visit to Goose Fair. For me to put on this blog, along with threats of my being knocked about, my being decapitated, and having Little Inchy chopped off; if I failed to publish them. These threats didn’t scare me! I just happened to think they were decent enough to show… Ahem!

Hang on; “Goose Fair? Spending my money that he nicked and didn’t return, no doubt! – Humph! Grumph and Clapperstoitall!” Hehe!

He gave me an idea what to I might do with one of the photos when I get the time. A good one too! I’ll get it done!

1Mon20

I put away the computer, as I had left it a little late gossiping with Jane, and didn’t want to miss this bus. I got all ready and shot off… well, limped at a decent wobble, to catch the bus.

A damned good chinwag was had with the others at the bus stop. Paul (I think it was) fell asleep on the bus en route. It did me no end of good, seeing someone else nodding off on the bus, instead of me doing it! Hahaha!

1Mon05The original plan was to call at Tesco to get some more seaweed nibbles. Across the road and halfway to the store, and realised I had come on the late bus! So I turned around and out onto Upper Parliament Street. I watched as the Nottinghamian’s crossed over the pelican lights with the Red-man sign lit! On the green man, I nipped over and down Clumber Street.

1Mon06 The citizenry did not look to be in a good mood this morning. Some hangdog expressions, scowling, dirty-looks and threatening-stares in my direction.

Most people don’t like to be photographed in Nottingham. I suppose, considering the number of illegal immigrants, drug dealers, knife-carrying gang members, shoplifters, muggers, beggars, burglars, car thieves, child-support defaulters etc. we have locally, and the 12% increase in violent crime, it’s perfectly understandable. Hehe!

1Mon07I got to the end of the road and onto High Street, and walked through the Exchange Arcade. It is a sad walk nowadays. So many closed retailers, so few customers about. On the right, is the new Exchange Barbers. One of the highest-rated according to the Nottingham Post. Even they only had one customer in the shop. And they are reasonably quoted prices: Gents cuts from £14, Students from £12, Boys under 16 from £10. OAP’s from £7, Beard trimming £5. Additional Services: Skin fade £2 (?), Skin fade with foils £3.50 (?), Beards £3.50 and Cut-throat razor £2  (Is that for a shave?). They cater to the younger bloke, I think.

A unit on the other side of the arcade is a unit currently being offered for rent at… £6250 per calendar month! God, how many haircuts and shaves will be needed just to cover the 1Mon09rent? Not to mention rates, taxes, staff wages, insurance etc. Even if they picked the pockets of each customer! Hehe! I wished them all the best!

I left the arcade, and walked down to South Parade, and took this shot on the left, down Exchange Walk. Still no smiles to been seen.

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1Mon13Towards Queen Street corner, another dangerous, bonkers, antisocial, speeding and weaving through people, Pavement Cyclist tearing about!

He was, I think, a Deliveroo food bloke.

1Mon15One more ignorant Nottinghammian Pavement Cyclist passed me by as I neared the Council House again, on my way around. I could have taken so may more cyclist shots, but there were too many to keep up with!

1Mon14aI spotted a rare, few and far between, seldom located in real life, infrequently sighted, unfamiliar, thin on the ground, unexpected, eye-opening and momentously-surprising site! A Police Officer on foot, in Nottingham! It didn’t bother him that the do-do of a Pavement Cyclist nearly ran into him. For he was walking with 1Mon12gusto, to someone who had collapsed on Long Row.

An ambulance arrived, and moments later, I think a defibrillator or ventilator was being used on the gentleman. He had already been wrapped in a foil blanket, and within minutes they were loading the sick patient into the 1Mon16ambulance. I hope he or she will be okay. This put me on a downer, and I made my way up Queen Street, to the bus stop. It was getting nippy out there, and the bus was a little late arriving.

But the driver, possibly a relative of Stirling 1Mon16aMoss, soon caught up with the time-table.

For a while, I was the only passenger on the bus. Later on, Cyndy and Margaret got on the bus. And I made the faux pas of the highest order, with asking Margaret how Pete was. He passed away, two-weeks ago. I was dumbfounded that I had not been informed. I was feeling so bad now, and I am not sure if I even said I was sorry to hear it. Shaken up! I must have said something because Margaret said a note had been posted on the board. I was somewhat withdrawn after that. I do not do funerals as a rule but would have gone to Petes. He was such a grand chap. CIDP I think got him in the end. I hope the new warden feels guilty, after not checking up on his health correctly a few weeks ago.

I was morose, as I made my way to the warden’s office to see what was what with the no-hot-water situation. Deana had not rung earlier, too busy, but rang straight away. After an inordinately long time getting through, she spoke with someone. Result: They may get here tonight, so I have to stay awake until late to listen for the door chime if it goes off. However, if not, they may come tomorrow afternoon or night. This is going to be a strain on me. I’ve been up since 12:30hrs, as I write this it is 17:20hrs, it is already two hours beyond my usual had-down time. And, I have to stay up until 22:00hrs in case the plumber arrives tonight. In the morning, I’ve to get ready and catch the 0725hrs bus to the After Stroke Physio torture… I mean, exercise class. Until around 13:00hrs, and stay awake and fit enough to do the drilling. This is not going to turn out well! My EQ tells me!

1Mon18I thanked Deana and got myself back to Woodthorpe Court. A mess in the lift foyer area.

The water from the hot tap was not completely cold. Washing and shaving in the morning might be messy, having to use the saucepan and kettles to get washing and shaving water. If the shower water is hot, I can perhaps use that to get reasonably warm water?

I was all twisted thinking-wise and confused now. Pete and the water farce, oh, dear.

I tried to concentrate on updating this post.

I spent five hours doing it and was fighting what I thought was a losing battle, n trying to stay awake. The door had been left open, in case I do not off and if anyone comes. I couldn’t get a wash, dare not make a meal. Was terrified of falling asleep! Dare not put the TV on, without it had subtitles, and I could watch it without the headphones on and still stand a chance of hearing the door chime.. if it goes off! Will it? Won’t it?

1Mon21The rain was stopping outside again.

As if I wasn’t already struggling to get enough sleep. I even began to feel sorry for myself. Hehehe! I don’t get many lucky breaks, do I? I’m not blessed with good fortune! It’s not easy being a lifelong accident-prone, cursed, hapless, luckless and anathematised idiot!

I can make a baguette, a German Ham baguette with tomatoes, a Dagwood style with a soft drink – but will I nod-off eating it?

I really have no self-assurance, self-confidence, nerve, or self-assurance arising from an appreciation of my own abilities or qualities. Then again, that’s not surprising, as I have no skills or qualities. Or have I? No, I give up! I’ll get the sourdough in the oven, make a nosh, sit down and find some rubbish on the TV to watch that has subtitles on it, and just do my best not to fall asleep! The complete opposite to what I’ve been doing every night for weeks that is trying to get to sleep and failing… Shurrup Inchcock! Yer going bonkers here! You do know this? (Yes!) Okay!

1Mon31Made the nosh, and ate it, fighting off the desire and need for a kip!

It was tasty, all the same. Flavour: 7.2/10.

I purposely used an old oven tray, to avoid any washing up. (Cunning that!)

I couldn’t do any handwashing, so the clothes pile up!

The breathing was getting a little difficult now. I  succumbed to the land of nod, somewhere around 21:00hrs. After my being up and about for 21 hours!

A frustrating day of mental mayhem and wretchedness-ridden day.

I don’t handle pressure, worries, failure, criticism, and being spoken down to very well nowadays.

May all my troubles, and strifes, go forth and multiply!

 

Inchcock Today – Thur 3 Oct 2019: Neighbour Jenny & Josie, Phlebotomy nurse, Window Cleaner and sadly, Colin Cramps, all seen today! Great!

2019 sOct 03

2019 sOct 04

Thursday 3rd October 2019

Slovak: Štvrtok 3 Októbra 2019

4Thu01

01:30hrs: I almost literally sprang awake. I was out of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, and having a CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) in the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket).

3Wed07Like an automaton, I limped into the kitchen and moved the handwashing on the airer.

WD 125.0.0 I took the medications, and made a brew, dropping the milk carton as I used it. No hassle? I simply got it cleaned up, even Arthur Itis wasn’t too bothered about the bending of the knees? Worrying, that was!

WD 125.0.0 I took the reworked mug of tea with me to the computer, and noticed that the Shake Fire Alarm was Activating! Thus, I had a check around, and there were no sounds or signs of a fire alarm anywhere else? Mmm? I had turned up the heater in the kitchen to help dry the handwashing quicker, from 22°c to 24°c last night? Haha!

The belated mind-blast of worries, fears, self-disgust, and nervous thoughts began as I sat down at the computer. Nurse Etienne is arriving today to do my blood sampling. Must try again to see Josie with her strawberries and cream cake treats. Phone Sister Jane and Pete. Get the… thankfully, the stream of problems, tasks, etc. was interrupted here – by another need of the GPEB. It was of a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode this time.

I got on CorelDraw and made the ‘Day’ graphic above. Virus Appreciation Day? Never heard of that one before. There were plenty of dedicated days to pick from that were on for today, including Techies Day, Boyfriend Day, and Bring Your Bible to School Day. Then added the Brexit Fun header, and Thought.

I then got on with the mammoth job of updating yesterday’s blog. Somewhat rebarbatively interspersed with five trips to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), for wee-wees, all of the SSP (Short-Sharp-Painful) variety! Oofta! It was a big job, due to the peripheral neuralgia affected fingertips failing to inform the brain when they contacted anything hard. Oops, I meant to write peripheral neuropathy affected fingers. Out of interest, I just looked up peripheral neuralgia on Google. I could only find neuralgia without the Peripheral bit.

  • In general, neuralgia causes intense and distinct symptoms, including:
  • Sudden episodes of extreme shooting or stabbing pain that follows the path of a damaged or irritated nerve.
  • Persistent aching or burning pain.
  • Tingling or numbness.
  • Muscle weakness.
  • Loss of muscle mass, or atrophy.
  • Involuntary muscle twitching or cramping.
  • The area may be excruciatingly sensitive to touch, and any pressure is felt as pain.
  • The pain can be sharp or burning, depending on the affected nerve.
  • The affected area is still partly-functional.
  • The muscles may spasm.
  • Falls possible.

So, whichever I use, the symptoms are similar and match many of mine, even if I used both!

Then on the WordPress Reader. Finally, I got around to starting this blog off properly, with written details. I went to make another mug of the lip-smackingly tasty Glengettie Gold tea, and took these pictures, from the unwanted, dirty, uncleanable, thick-framed, light & view-blocking new windows. I put the selector on the Canon to ‘P’ and took the shot, then changed to Auto photographed roughly the same area. What a difference!

4Thu04

I’m told that the ‘P’ is for preselected settings for Auto. So the factory settings must be for a little broader and somehow more detailed? Me changing parameters with the tiny buttons and nerveless fingers is too dodgy for me to try. And the booklet is printed so small, even with the reading glasses on is impossible to understand. Of course, my lack of knowledge and skills in anything remotely technical is well known. Harupmf!

I got as far as here and went on to start creating some more graphics and Thoughts, as I had run out of the ones I had made-up. So, on to CorelDraw. I did an hour, but unfortunately, Mr Fries company he gets all that money for running was very slow.

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So, I got the ablutions sorted out. I put some drain unblocker down the sin hole, as I was getting ready to start, to allow it to hopefully free any blockages.

4Thu05The shaving went well enough, as did the teggie cleaning. The shower was trouble-free, and only one dropsie, the soap.

 The legs looked a lot betterer this morning. Apart from the knees. The spots, lumps, blotches, blemishes, blood papsules, and spider-veins all seemed a lot less vivid. The stubbed toe even seemed to be less painful.

WD 125.0.0 Then it came to using the sock-glide; I’m not sure how or why they used the word ‘glide’ as being appropriate? Haha! Sock-Destroyer might be apter! 4Thu02

SMA 128.0.0 Oh, by the way, the shaving produced nil, nolla, zéro, null, nulo, no cuts! Head Swaggers from side-to-side, and a nonchalant semi-smile spreads over the face! Haha!

I got dressed, although I’m not going out, it’s going to be a catch-up day on the graphics for me. I am hoping to catch Josie in with her nibbles, and the phlebotomy nurse is calling in a bit to take my blood sample. I put a large potato in the new saucepan, it’s not the biggest, but it is the deepest I own. I must treat myself to a deeper one.

4Thu06All presentable-ish looking, I got the nibbles and called at Josie’s door. All of three paces from mine. I was lucky enough to catch her in, she was just getting ready to go out with her Sister. Josie and I had a chinwag for a few moments. They are going to the East Bridgford Garden Centre, the same one that Sister Jane and Pete go to. Usually for them to have a coffee and stock-up with the individual sugar sachets and milk cartons from the cafe’s tables. So, you can see that I haven’t a cat in hell’s chance of getting my valuables back that Pete nicked while flat-sitting (well it saves him on heating) when I was in the Stroke Ward Hehehe! 

Back on the computer to update this and get back to the graphicalisationing work.

I could hear the drilling close by, the fire-sprinkler fitters. And there seemed a very faint noise at the same time, like a bubbling sound. I foolishly ignored it and carried on computing for a while. But when a break in the drilling noise came, I could still hear it.

4Thu07WD 125.0.0 I investigate in the kitchen, where now, without the noise of the drilling, I could hear it was coming from. Oh, heck! I’d left the saucepan on too high a setting, and it was boiling over!

SMR 128.0.0 I managed to burn a finger as I banally wiped up the water with a kitchen towel. And then cut it in the same place as I cleaned the edge of the saucepan! (What a putz! Oy gevalt!). I cleaned up the mess and waited until the ring had cooled and left it on a low setting.

The drilling started off again. I wonder when it will be my turn to suffer the worker’s visit?

10:50hrs: Back to CorelDrawing, I won’t get much done, the nurse is due anytime now.

11:00hrs: Jenny called me, she’d had a word with the window cleaner chap, and he is on is way up to see me! Yahoo!

11:20hrs: The blood nurse arrived. Heart-Rate-Increases! She kindly sorted me out while offering some chit-chat at the same time, and departed. Heart-Rate-Decreases!

Back to CorelDrawing.

12:20hrs: The window cleaner arrived with his better half. (Thanks to Jenny!) Nice friendly couple. Got on with sorting out and cleaning the windows for me, in no time! They even had a chinwag with me while doing it. He also tried to tighten the new trolley handlebars for me, and the chap opened the pickle jar for me! 4Thu07aGreat service!

Back to CorelDrawing.

13:09hrs: Mail delivered. From Nottingham City Homes. Confirming repairs to the crumbling balcony roof, for 13:00 to 18:00hrs on Friday 11th October. Which is a little late in the day for me.

4Thu0813:20 hrs. Jenny booked it for me. I went down to Jenny and Franks flat, to ask if she could schedule it earlier for me, please. I do feel a pest to keep bothering Jenny.

 13:45hrs: Jenny kindly said she would arrange it for me and post the letter back to me.

Made a start on cooking the meal.

13:55hrs. I found a note from Jenny, saying she had booked it for Wednesday 16th October. 09:30 > 14:39hrs. I finished booking I was doing. I sent an Email thanking Jen.

14:20: I was feeling all-in now. I had to stop doing the graphics and computer word. Suddenly drained of energy.

4Thu20I got the handwashing done and changed into my nightwear.

Took the medications and got the meal sorted out. A worthy 8/10 flavour-rating for this mix of boiled sliced spuds, garden peas, sugar snap peas, cooked beef slices, tomatoes and mushrooms. Some Bulls-Eye BBQ sauce, and a Cox orange pippin! The Limoncello dessert, I dropped when the finger-ends lost contact again.

WD 125.0.0 Sadly it fell into the waste bin and split open!

WD 125.0.0 I got my head down, and it soon became apparent that sleep would not come readily again. From nowhere, Colin Cramps kicked off! Toes, ankles, legs, fingers, wrist, arm; you name it, it suffered! Gnash! In little breaks of CC’s attacks, I would nod-off, but only for a minute or two, and be woken again with the most vicious attack of cramps I’ve ever had! This repeated itself, over and over for hours!

WD 125.0.0 To make things more harrying, the demand for wee-wees meant I had to keep getting up to utilise the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) so many times. Each one of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. 

4Thu21aAt some time or other, I remember not when I must have taken this shakey photograph. After seeing it on the SD card, memories flooded back. I was having the worst of the spells, and the toes and foot were in agony! But why I took it I don’t know.

Sleep never came proper, to I always seemed to up and using the bucket! Thinking about it, maybe the confusion over the tablets had caused me to take a Furesomide in error. With the medications being in the blister-packs now, there are three that look almost the same. The beta-blocker, the 30g Codeine and the Furesomide water tablet. The latter sometimes not being wanted, I have to remove it and might have taken way the wrong one. They all look so much alike in colour, shape and size. I hope I didn’t miss the beta-blocker!

WD 125.0.0 I gave up trying to sleep and rose at 01:00hrs… for another wee-wee of course! And stayed up. Oy gevalt!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 2nd October 2019: Worra an odd day!

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Wednesday 2nd October 2019

Wednesday 2nd October 2019

3Wed001

02:30hrs: Boy did the wee-wee need’s wake me up this morning!

WD 200.0.0 Followed by the call to the Porcelain Throne! Resulting in my confirmation of Trotsky Terence’s return! So, from agonistic blockage mode, to almost liquid, overnight! Uncomfortable and lots of cleaning up needed! Tsk!

3Wed07The morning Mind-Blast started as I moved the handwashing to the airer.

Took the medications, and made the mug of Glengettie tea. Then needed another wee-wee. I could feel the need for the Porcelain Throne brewing up in the innards as well, so off to the wet room. The evacuation was soft and messy. So I decided to get the ablutions done while I was in there.

3Wed01fWD 200.0.0 The battle with the sock-glide was more than uncomfortable. But I was battling to put on the long bamboo socks! At least this hosiery hid the scars, papsules, clopidogrel and lumps & bumps! Pretty sexy too? Hahaha! I’d wear them every day, but the conflict with the sock glide and the mess and time to wash them does not encourage me much. Oh, and not one single dropsy!

I got on the computer, to download the photographs, and found on the SD card, many of the photos on it has taken two and six shots, not one? I was amazed and had no idea what I had done wrong? Here is a snip of the SD card!

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By the time I’d got them on CorelDraw, I had a headache sorting them! So, not knowing how I got in this pickle means I do not know how to get out of it! Grumph! Hopefully it might reset itself on today’s outing? I felt nervous about it.

3Wed01iThe Morrison order arrived. Pleasant delivery man. I got the bags into the kitchen, ready for sorting out. I’d ordered some bits prepared for Christmas pressies. Yes, I’m hoping to last long enough for the festive season. Next year I might not be so confident. Hehe!

3Wed01LI got the fridge stuff away first.

I’d got some cream cakes for Mary and Josie, and Strawberries for Josie. I’ll drop them off this afternoon for her. Too early for her to be 3Wed01Jup and about when I go out at 09:00hrs, or thereabouts. 

I’d got some Special Offer Alpen bars for the nibble bag.

I got back to the computerisationing. But time beat me, and I had to give up and get things and myself ready for the bus. I took the black bags to the waste chute on the way out and made my way through the corridor to the Winwood Court, and the Oberstgruppenfhreress Wardens Holding Cell Office. But no one was about, so I carried on to Winchester Court and out to the bus stop. Where lots of residents were situated waiting for the bus. Doris, Mary, Chrissie, Cyndy, Betty, Malclom, to name a few. We were joined by many others, and it was like a Monday morning, with the gang accumulating and nattering away. I loved just listening to them, and the laughter that surrounded me.

3Wed01TThe Bestwood bound bus arrived and all the clan, bar Mary and me, got off in Sherwood. I handed Mary her cream cake and nibbles. We were soon in Arnold and dropped off at the Asda store on Front Street.

Mary soon lost me in Arnold, we were even talking at the time. Haha! I had a shopping wander around and came out with; Bacon flavoured fries, wholemeal sliced cobs, BBQ sauce, and a pack of cooked mini-steak slices. When I got outside, to search for Mary, was when I realised I had not got my £2 second-hand Charity Shop bought rusty watch on! This was going to be fun, working out the timing for catching a bus home! I assumed that Mary would be at the bus stop on Front Street to get the L9, so tried to keep looking to see if she had arrived. At the bus stop as I walked to the Saver Store, the time was displayed. I and about twenty-eight minutes before the bus was due. I pressed on to the Saver shop and got two bottles of their cheap drain-unblocker and a fresh-air spray.  I had the time to wander over to the Fulton Foods Store, in search of some more of the Roast beef slices, that I bought there and enjoyed so much, last week. I came out with a pot of salt. A Texas Chilli sauce that was on sale in Asda for £1.29, for… 29p! Some Balsamic vinegar crisps at two for £1. A pack of Beef Trimmings. And most surprisingly, they had some Cox’s Pippin apples!

Paid and outside, and I could see Mary sat in the bus shelter, so knew I’d not missed the bus, at least. I joined her, and we had a natter, I handed one of the bags of balsamic flavour crisps when she said she liked them. I shouldn’t have bought them anyway, with the nibbles I already had at home. No more shopping for me this week!

The trip home on the bus was most uncomfortable, but that didn’t stop me from nearly nodding off a few times. Tsk!

3Wed02Back at the flats, I got off last as is usual for me, and had a quick few words of greetings with some of the clan getting onto the bus.

I asked Mary to pose for me in front of the new Winwood Court, while O took a snap. It came out, as you can see, with a blue-hue to it. So I 3Wed04thought I’d take another on as I chased after the gal. I think it came out alright. I like her trolley!

Now I have to find the time to get the photographs printed out at Asda if their photo-booth thingy is working. The last time I tried it, the coin input slot had chewing gum rammed in it! The time before, part-way through the process, it came up with “Power interruption  Call ….” Hrmph!

We walked through the link-passage still nattering away, neither one of us hearing what the other said entirely. Hahaha! We parted as Mary got off of the lift, and I carried on up to my apartment. I called at Josie’s, but no answer.

3Wed05I got in the flat and put the nosh away.

Still, the blue-hue outside, from the unwanted, thick-framed, light & view-blocking kitchen window, and the view looked so beautiful.

I took this picture on the right, and the moment I’d snapped it, I felt the warm, wet sensation from the lower regions. Oh dear, Little Inchies fungal lesion had started to leak again. Off to the wet room and cleaned things up. Washed me up, and called on Josie again. No answer.

3Wed06I got the potato out of the slow cooker and mashed it all up with some Leicester cheese, butter and a little salt.

Got it in the oven to brown off, prepared the plate, and then I got the handwashing done, and moved the things on the airer around to 3Wed01maid in the drying process. I got settled to eat the nosh, and it was grand, most of it tasted lovely. Sugar snap peas, sliced boiled eggs, tomatoes, Cox’s apple, beetroot, and the beef offcuts. The beef was the only thing that was not very good at all. It tasted like plastic. So, only a 6.5/10 for taste.

I called on Josie again to give her the strawberries and cream cake. No reply, though. Bet she’s gone for a drink and meal with her Sister, perhaps.

I stripped off and got the dressing gown on, and put the TV on. I’d hoped it would help me fall asleep if I watched some banal programme, but yet again sleep was obstinate and refused to come.

After a while, I got up and rang both of Josie’s doorbells. Still no answer. Back in the flat and head down again.

WD 200.0.0 The Thought-Storms began, which is very rare for this time of day, they regularly get to me in a morning usually. They did not help me settle to sleep. Fears, qualms, anxieties, worries, even a panic attack slipped in! The shaking started, and I got up gingerly, to get some more spring water, noticing signs of nibbling all around me! How the hell I can’t recall eating all this junk food and following a meal too, is beyond me!

I sat down again and put the TV back on. That did it this time! Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Mon 30 Sept 19: I was tuckered-out, far too early today. Tsk!

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Monday 30th September 2019

Chichewa: Lolemba 30 Seputembala 2019

1Mon01

01:35hrs: I woke in a haze of ambiguity, confusion. Indeed the incertitude was a deep one. Had I snuffed it and gone over? Was there really something on the other side? I soon came out of the possibly dream-driven world of half-reality, when I nearly fell out of the £300, second-hand recliner, as I gave a sneeze that may well have woken up tenants three floors above! Gaining a modicum of control over the wayward mind, I soon discerned the need for both a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne. So, without much pain or hassle, I got my endomorphic body out of the recliner and caught my balance, got the stick, and ventured to the wet room.

WD 0.0.0. Noticing, the state of the room as I waddled off. Empty spring water bottles and nocturnal nibbling indicators (crumbs, empty foody containers with lids off… etc.), things had definitely been moved overnight, in different places, the ANkle-Support Strap was on the carpet, near the balcony door? I thought this must be investigated, but the need for the WC forced me forward, and hastily onto the Throne!

wdp02LeftWD 0.0.0. The session went swiftly: “Sit-No-effort-Splosh, all done with!” But! The mess left behind and evacuated, meant it took me ten times or longer to clean up, than for the session to take place! That irony-taste was in the throat, that one gets when suffering from Diarrhorea Donald, makes me think he is about to blossom into a full-on visit! Even more surprising, was needing another wee-wee while cleaning things up, it was of the LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting) mode! And I do mean long! Blimey!

1Mon05Into the kitchen, and realised I had not done the handwashing last night. Naughty! Schlimazel! Double-bubble-trouble to sort out tonight then! Humph! Took the medications, and made a brew, of Extra-Strong English Breakfast tea. I was amazed at how strong this came out, it is not usually this strength, but I liked it. Then, when adding the milk, I found that I had put two teabags in the little mug! Haha!

WD 0.0.0. The brain was now less macaronic, and I got the computer on. Started to make-up this blog, and got carried away, and nearly forgot to update Sunday’s! So, I made another brew took some pictures with the Nikon camera.

1Mon03

I’d put the Canon on recharging the battery, and started on the updating. Got it finished and went on the WordPress Reader section. Then on to theTFZer Facebooking page.

Got it updated, I love the folks on this site. Then, made a brew, and having lost all my cornflakes when I dropped the box, I made a pot of porridge for breakfast, while I watched some YouTube funnies, before getting the ablutions done. Which resulted in only three dropsies! Oh yes! Much betterer! Toothbrush, razor, and soap.

Got the black bags made up, and also had the box that the 3-wheeler arrived in, filled with recycling stuff. I dropped the bags down the chute and took the box down with me on the way out. There was me, pushing the trolley-walker and dragging the giant carton behind me. Getting into and out of the elevator was interesting (comical really), but I managed it and took it to the caretaker’s door.

1Mon06I re-entered the flats and walked along the link-passage to Winwood Court.

The rain had stopped, but droplets remained on the plants in the outside sitting area. I took a photograph through the passage windows, but the droplets of rain on the plants, that somehow looked so life-giving and beautiful to me did not show up well. Shame!

Along the tunnel to the Obersturmführer and Catwalk Model Wardens detention and interrogation office. All locked up. As I pressed on, the new Winwood Court Warden (I really must find out her name!) was coming in the opposite direction. I offered the nibble-bag, and she took a couple, one for Warden & Pole-Dancer Generalleutnantess Julie. Deana, was, I assume, either on holiday, or cover-working to cover holidays at another site.

Out to the bus stop. The sun came out, and as the few, grew to many tenants awaiting the bus, chinwagging broke out, and I listened with great interest. Group cognition, heuristic and critical observational discussion flowed. When a few sarcasticalisational comments were bandied, I joined in with my comments on the crumbling balcony. Hehe! I thoroughly enjoyed my waiting time at the shelter. I arrived in town and got off at the Upper Parliament Street stop.

1Mon14And hobbled along into Victoria Centre (Mall), and to the Tesco Store. I came out with some Piccalo tomatoes, baby chestnut mushrooms and the last two packets on their shelves, of my beloved crispy seaweed snacks.

I paid at the self-service checkouts, with the assistance of a young man.

1Mon07Then out into the even sunnier than it was earlier, Milton Street. Not a hot sun, mind.

I ambled along in a distant frame-of-mind. An imprecision or nebulousness had taken over the grey-cells. I got to the Poundstrecher Shop, in a search for some sherbet lemon saucers, but found none. I exited with a bottle of Texas BBQ sauce, and a pack of light biscuits (They didn’t last long, they were so gorgeous! So tomorrow, when the After-Stroke Physio session is over, I’ll get some more, if I remember!)

I paid and meandered along Milton Street, taking some photographicalisation in the sunshine.

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1Mon11I still wasn’t feeling fully in control, a smidge of vagueness remained, and the fatigue was coming over me earlier the never today?

I walked to the Poundland shop and had a nosey around. I got to the self-serve checkouts and bought; Some more drain unblocker for the wet room sink. A Pork Farms pork pie, Dettol disinfectant, and bleach.

I crossed back of the pedestrian crossing and got to the bus stop to wait for the L9 bus, now I felt even more tired and weary? The prospect of the Physio exercises in the morning were getting less eagerly awaited! I took some pictures while I was at the bus shelter.

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On the trip home, I must have had about twelve or more nod-offs! Luckily, being on the side-saddle seat, the bumpy ride and going around corners and nearly parting company with the chair, kept jolting me awake.

Off the bus, and so wearily, I walked to the Winwood entrance, and along the passage to Woodthorpe Court, and up the elevator to the flat. Totally pooped, lassitudinous and tired!

1Mon12I put the unneeded foods away and got the handwashing done, before I fell asleep, for I felt I would do, as soon as I sat down.

No cooking, too tired to bother. I got a plate of saladish stuff made up. Wholemeal cod sarnies with German smoked ham and tomatoes, chopped ‘granite-like’ beetroot, a Worcestshire 1Mon15apple, and some crispy seaweed. Boy did I enjoy it, too! Those Ventaglietti puff pastry biscuits were delightful! I really must try to get some more of them in the morning or tomorrow afternoon. Delicate, sweet and tasty with it. But, messy to eat. They have a crumb distribution-zone rating of 90%. Hahaha! An overall taste-rating for this nosh was 9.25/10!

I took the medications, had an unexpected CMOUSTSTBOV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venomously) wee-wee. Cleaned up, and got down in the rickety recliner, and put the TV on.

WD 0.0.0. But sleep still did not come as such, so many little nod-offs for a few seconds, though. Too tired? Humph! Still, I did eventually nod-off, not get woken-up, and slept for around five undisturbed hours. Twas nice!