Inchcock – Thurs 19 Nov 20: Soylent Green Memories Prompted!

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Thursday 19th November 2020

Danish: Torsdag den 19 November 2020

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00:40hrs: It all happened in a sort of slow-motion, to start with. I semi-woke up and lay there pondering the upcoming opportunities this dedicated ‘Toilet Day’, of 12th November, had to offer.

What Accifauxpas, Whoopsiedangleplops, Disasters, Failures, Stalemates, Mental-implosions, Frustrations, Defeats, Katzenjammers, Nonachievements, Babalaases, Pitfalls, Disappointments, Mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, Hallucinations. Materialisations, Poltergeist, Lemures, Spectres, Spirits, Spooks, Eidolons, Wairuas, Kehuas, Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum, to torment and frighten the bejesus out of me; that might present themselves this Thursday.

Oddly enough, as I was thinking of this ‘Dedicated Toilet Day’, as I was removing my potbellied, portly, wobbling, paunched-bellied body from the c1968 recliner, a borborygmic mini-explosion from the innards, signalled the expergefactorial need for the Porcelain Throne. I thought it would be a good idea, if I didn’t delay, and got to the Porcelain Throne with all haste! So, I did!

Not only did I get to the wet room without any bother, (Well, there was a short loss of balance, but that was my own fault for not catching it as I grabbed Metal Micky), and that only lasted a few seconds without any detrimental damage or injury.

What followed was most encouraging. This session was the even less painful, no enteralgia, no bleeding!

And comfortably evacuated; This is first-time that this has happened in many a month! Yee-Haa! But I knew this could not last for long. But I  enjoyed it while it lasted.

Mind you, the poo colour was a sort of green. Still, it made a change: super-easy passage, and a pretty new colour for me to photograph for the gastroenterologist’s Neurogenic bladder and bowel management record.

I was tickled-pink, started singing to myself! (The Young Ones – Cliff Richard) As I was getting up to sort the cleaning up, I spotted the gunk-cleaner on the shower floor, that I’d left to soak in last night – and had forgotten all about doing! Oh, dear!

I went out to the hallway and turned on the shower-power at the box. Back in and as carefully as I could, got the shower on and I sprayed the cleaner away…

But it looked far worse than it did before my orgulous bright-spark of an idea was used.

Humph and Knackwrangles!

And then, of course, to completely demolish the memory of the successful Throne session and semi-contentment of the marvellous evacuation; The moment I moved the showerhead into the right hand so I could turn off the water, and Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters failed, and the showerhead flailed all over the place. This resulted in my attempt to retrieve the moving water-jetting, hose-pipe like head, I had a tumble to the floor and got an early morning closed up shower, and soaked the jammy bottoms and me, and I got a few knocks new and bangs, in the process! Tsk!

The struggle to get back up, the cleaning and sorting out, were done in a silent, stewing mood, ruminating and chewing the cud; determined not to get in a sulky frame of mind at the return of my devil’s own luck, and eventually affirmed it as just a tribulation. I was pleased with myself then, at how I’d talked myself into just accepting things, knowing these incidents will only get worse as the neurotransmitters slowly die anyway. Confusingly, sometimes it’s like this, others, I get all het-up, cursing my fate, and start Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna off, but not on this occasion? I sort of habituated, adapted to the situation. I’ve no idea why this is so, but I’m pretty content and stilled about things now.

I made a brew of Glengettie tea and realised than yet again, I’d not taken the evening medications! What an Ahntoisht, Shilmazel! So I took the evenings doses, and hope that I remember in size hours or so, to take the morning ones. Putz!

I carried out the Health Checks. The sphygmomanometerisationing first. But I didn’t fret over this reading, no doubt the falling over altercation had effected the reading, I’m sure.

The new thermometer did not work first try. Do I turned it off and back on again, and got this disappointingly low reading, again though, this is probably due to the fracas in the wet-room?

I got on the computer and started to update the Wednesday blog. Which was done in a reasonable time for once, the ailments seem to be feeling sorry for my tumble, and are being kind to me perhaps? (I might be losing it again here!)

I poddled to the wet-room, for another wee-wee, and when I got back, I noticed the veins in the left arm were almost luminescent? And, odd;y they looked a little greener than usual?  When I took this photo, I used the flash, and it came out looking more strange than it really looked, but I WordPressed it anyway, cause it looked so odd. A camera glitch? Anyway, it made me think of Soylent Green. Hahaha!

Of course, it might just be one of the resident Woodthorpe Court mysterious Eidolons, Goblins, or Aliens, that are checking out my innards. The Chilli-Meatballs last night might have confused them? Chortle! Cackle! Guffaw!

I got the updating finished and sent off. Then emailed the link.

Pinterested some snaps, the got the ablutions sorted out. Well, I started to anyway. But I remembered the morning dosages needed to be taken, so returned and tool them, then back to the wet-room.

I noticed as I stripped off (a horrible, harrowing thought for you, I’m sorry. Hehe!), that I must have picked up in the tumble. Pretty scratch, though! Hahaha!

The teeth cleaning went fine.

The shaving surprisingly, only brought about two tiny weeny nicks, not worthy of mention really, but it’s too late now, I have written it. Simper!

I found one of the miniature wounds from the Accifauxpas on the right-hand knuckle. I seem to have picked up some nicks and bruises, ain’t I? However, the showering, which was something I was a smidge concerned about with the balance not yet back to normal, went great! No Dizzy Dennis’s, there was not a single clout or banging into anything, I was well pleased again.

The medicating was as smooth as could be expected! No bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids or Little Inchies fungal lesion! The dressing was only bothered temporarily by a dodgy-wobble getting the trousers on, but I remained on my feet, Oh. Yes! This is a better day, up to now! Perhaps, my prayer and a few words to Mr G the other day had got through? Or, not! Snortle!

I was in good form after the ablutions, and set about moving the hand-washed togs about, to nearer the heater, now they had stopped dripping.

That reminds me of when I was a whipper-snapper! Every Saturday morning, come rain or shine; after I’d set and laid the fire, and done my paper rounds, I had to go to Sanderson’s Tripe & Cow Heel shop, on Arkwright Street, and wait (sometimes for hours), to claim the ham bone, once enough had been sliced and sold, 3d (Threepence it was)  And heaven help me if I couldn’t get it! Dad would not be happy with me at all!

This look like the original shop, I could find a photo of when they were open. Gawd the place smelt gorgeous! Once a fortnight I had to some tripe as well. Every week, the jellied pork dripping they sold, 9p a pound (weight) was bought as well. Oh, the memories are flooding back now! Of course, when Dad was working on a Saturday, meant I had a few hours of waiting for him to arrive home. Which, in the rare event that one of the three items was unavailable; meant I had to wait for the clips around the earhole longer.

Happy days, rough, hard work. Mater kept disappearing to avoid the police, so muggins had set the fire every morning! Do the paper rounds so kindly got for me by Dad, the cooking and cleaning too. But I did feel needed, wanted, and the odd belting!

But I was content, I knew no other life! There were plenty of lads worse off than I was… I’m waffling again, Sorry about that. It’s a bad habit of mine, wandering off, on some unrelated topic. Still, I do enjoy getting these memory-prompting meanderings.

I got the black bags gathered and onto the three-wheeler-guide trolley, and had a job to do it, but got it out of the door, along,  the lift lobby, and into the waste room, and deposited all the small bags down the chute.

It was deathly quiet, and no signs of any tellurians. Even the ‘Hum’ was quieter today.

Even Herbert has only been heard on two occasions up until now. I’m beginning to worry about this. He’s not one for persiflage, more your sort of taciturn, reserved, reticent, antisocial type.

The walk back to the flat along the newly, highly-attractive, ornamentally decorated and floored lift lobby.

It felt so. Haha! 

Getting into the three flat’s lobby was easy enough this time, and at that moment, I was feeling better than I have for a few days, getting tired, but that’s to be expected.

But, when it came to getting into the front door, that’s the maroon one, that the workers laying the floor for us all, decorated with some gunk for me, and left it there, and I have no intention of cleaning up – Swine!, I felt the weariness take a strong grip on me, and the missing so far today, Dizzy Dennis kicked into gear.

But I was not mentally tired, only bodily. Does that make sense? I went out on the balcony to take a couple of photos of the busy scene down below on Chestnut Walk.

Blimey, we had a traffic jam! Hahaha!

I spotted some crows in the distance and snapped them, but it was not a good shot. Shame. I wanted to post them to the TFZ site, Lona might have appreciated them.

Doing some updating on this blog, and I thought I heard a clunk, it may be the belated INR WArfarin results and new dosages. It was, and the dosages had changed. Meaning, because no one from the Clinic, Anticoagulation or Deep Vein Thrombosis had informed me from the Monday test, I have been taking too few Warfarins tablets since then. This Coronvirus is most likely killing a few people without the virus!

The landline chirped and flashed. It was some woman on a recorded message again, telling e they had taken £75 something from my account for ‘Prime’, if I want to cancel this press One, so I did. Waffling on a woman with either a Chinese or Indian/Pakistani accent – I couldn’t tell if it was recorded or real voice, she was going that fat, and without a cat in ells chance of understanding anything she was saying. I rang off.

Dizzy was joined by Anne Gyna, and I gave up on the computer and got the nosh prepped.

I had a good sniff at the out of date potato cakes, and luckily, they passed the sniffing nasal-assessment, so went in the oven, and were added to the tray.

The Chilli-Con-Carne, with the added tomatoes, mild chilli seasoning, Squid vinegar, garden peas and gravy, tasted jolly good!

There was so much of it though, you can see here that I couldn’t eat it all.  Titter! Seriously, it was a worthy 9.3/10 for a Flavour rating!

I was doing the washing up when Dizzy Dennis and BLB (Balance-Loss-Brian) allied to attack me. From here onwards, memory, of the night was enveloped it a vague mistiness.

When I woke up later – there was no scribbling on the notepad. I had a criminally, painful backache, and the shoulder was so painful. Signs of an Accifauxpa? But no memory. I’d not taken the evening medications, and was wearing the reading glasses?

Another mystery of life in Woodthorpe Court. Hey-Ho! 

Gawd the lower back hurts?

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 6th October 2020: Cock-ups and cannelloni ragù. Hehe!

TFZers in Paradise!

Tuesday 6th October 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 6 Hydref 2020

National Do Something Nice Day

01:45hrs: I bestirred, to the combined calls for a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne. I almost casually exited the second-hand, c1968, rickety, none-working recliner, caught my balance, grabbed Metal-Mickey, and made my way to the wetroom. (I harboured the silly idea, of getting my head down again after the evacuations, what a plonker!) but it was not to be!

I got down on the raised seat and waited for some motion to begin. I quietly whistled a little… picked at my nose, then got the crossword book from the floor cabinet. A little later, the agony started! The usual activity, it stopped moments later, and I was left suffering, waiting again, and nothing happened for ages!

I even stood up and took photographs of the pins and plates. Still, no action!

Then, expeditiously, the evacuation almost shot out as if it were in an awful rush, kerplonk and sounds of disturbed water, and it was all over. The pain died down, and I let the relief flood over and through me!

Poor old Harold’s Haemorrhoids suffered, much bleeding. Got the Germoloid ointment used, and had a good clean up, and sanitising session.

Off to the kitchen, and took a Senna and sachet of Macrogol, with the morning’s medications. I must remember to ask Champion 500 metre runner, ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), and Warden Deana to please ring the Chemist for me, to tell them I will not last for medications until next Saturday. Also, to ring the Doctors for me to book an appointment for the DHC checks. (It’s all go, gerrin’ old!) I had a good guzzle of the inept, not-up-to-par, weak, feeble, found-wanting, Peptac, as I could feel Duodenal Donald brewing up for an attack! It was so cold this morning, too. Well, I felt chilly, anyway.

I got on the computer, an awful lot of upgrading to do on Monday’s post. And…

Another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived! Argh! I hobbled hastily to the Throne and got seated, expecting the worst – and I was not disappointed either!

I was exasperated to find out, apart from things moving a lot quicker, the pain and discomfort were as bad as the last visit! Still, yer don’t like to complain, does yer. Hehehe!

Back to the computer, stupidly thinking I’d get a crack-on with this, and… Liberty Global Virgin media internet went down again. And they have just put up the cost of my internet and landline phone rentals gone up again!

As Virgin’s $19m earning, CEO Mike Fries said: Liberty Global’s agreement with Telefónica to combine Virgin Media and O2 in the UK presents a big chance to cross-sell products, including potentially targeting lower-end customers. What an unreliable, over-paid, avaricious, grasping, acquisitive, covetous, greedy, rapacious, mercenary, materialistic, Mafia-controlled, quomodocunquizing,  nasty-piece of work his! But I’ll not get into a slanging match, and name-calling (much!), over the parsimonious philargyrist, the Knackwrangler doesn’t bother me! Oh, no!

Fries is also Executive Chairman of Liberty Latin America (LLA), a leading broadband and mobile operator in Chile, Puerto Rico, the Caribbean and other parts of Latin America. LLA serves 11 million broadband, video, voice and mobile subscribers across 21 consumer markets and generates $3.9 billion of annualized revenue. LLA was split off from Liberty Global to focus purely on organic and strategic growth in the region. Fries also serves on the corporate boards of Grupo Televisa and Lionsgate Entertainment, and other money-grabbing Corporations. He’s even developed xyrophobia, judging by this picture?

And, don’t you go thinking that I am jealous of his beautiful wife, billions of $s invested and stashed away in offshore accounts, his $19m salary, him having hair or his good looks, either. Oh, no! I got carried away a smidge there, sorry. Where was I?

While Mr Fries pathetic service was down, I put the Canon camera on the charge.

I went to make a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, in between the odd wee-wee, and tried out the new jar-lid gripper tool, on a previously unopenable (for me anyway), a jar of Barton’s beetroot. Much to my surprise, it worked! I must let Amazon know about this, then they can put the price up. Like they seem to be doing lately on so many things that muggings here is interested in. Huh!

The internet came back on. (Please don’t CEO Fries know about this, he’ll only put the charges up again!) Spit!

So, after 4hrs-25m, I got the updating done for yesterday’s blog. I posted the blog to WordPress, sent off the Email link. Then as I was making a start on Facebook catching-up, I realised that I needed to get the Ablutions done, else I might miss the Iceland delivery, and I need to get to see Deana on a begging-for-help mission straight after the delivery. So, the computer was sent to Sleep-Mode, and off to the wet room.

Ablutions result, Report!: Too early to use the noisy shower, so had a stand-up wash. The teeth-cleaning was a little painful, I kept catching the cracked tooth, Tsk! One, I say, One dropsy!

The saving went well—one tiny cut of the ear-hole, and only four dropsies.

I got a bit keen on the body-scrubbing and set Harold’s Haemorrhoids bleeding, but very little pain caused. Two dropsies only!

The towelling, one dropsy and no bother, nae knocking anything over or off anything, and zero toe stubbings and walking into anything! Brilliant!

I took the photos on the right of the legs, with the Kodak, while the other camera was on charging. The first picture, I must have got the shales, cause I can’t recall meaning to take it! The legs looked in great condition. The leg ulcer was tingling a bit.

Now then, this Kodak is beating me. I found a total, out of seven shots, they had all been duplicated? Sone twice and two of them five times? I’m never going to cope with or understand this camera! Sob!

On leaving the wet room, I did a good job of hitting my right shoulder on the door frame. Ug!

Got dressed and the Iceland man cometh with the fodder. Good and early today. The Ragù had arrived, but no grated cheese – which I had planned, like last week, to spread a dollop of it on top of the tray, before cooking it. I got one of the meals in the fridge to start defrosting before cooking it late on. The other freezer bits went in the trays without any bother this week. The other stuff went in the fridge, apart from the apple pies. Then I got the much-belated Health Checks done. Better late than never, I suppose, Hey-ho and so what? Hahaha!

The SYs was still a smidge high, the other two readings seemed to be satisfactory, at least.

I got the kettle on for a brew of the delightfully tasty Thompsons Punjana tea.

Then, got the stick thermometer and tooketh the body temperature, with the scarily difficult to operate and understand Kodak camera. Note how bright all the pictures seem to be? However, the temperature ar 35.7°c was far higher than of late.

When it came to my sorting these photos out, I found two of the Sys BP, and five of the thermometer, all slightly different. They were taken on Auto, as well. What am I doing wrong? Grrr!

I got some waste bags made up, and tool them with me on my way top see Deana and Julie, the ILCs. Got the bags down the shaft without any hassle, and the lift down to the ground floor. I met and had a quick natter with Penny, nice gal she is.

Out and to the Wardens interrogation and strip search office, in Winwood Court. Hahaha! I ask Deana, and she said she’d phone them and let me know the appointment time. I thanked her and scooted (scooted, me? Hehe!), back to the apartment. No rain or wind yet. The weather was nice, too! (By gum, I’m in humour-mode today).

I got in, and back on the computer, and realised I’d forgotten to mention about the prescriptions not being delivered. Dang, blast, bother and Claptickleisations!

Moments later, the landline burst forth in tune and flashing. It was the pleasant District Matron Nurse, to ask many questions and wanting to know how I’m doing. This prompted my Stuttering Stephany replies.

Jackie was most patient with me. After many caring questions, we covered most of my ailments. She then asked if it was alright, for her to ask the Doctor if she would supply some ‘Keep the Stolls’ soft capsules on the monthly prescriptions, I thanked her and said, yes, please!

Then rang the Pharmacy for me about my not having enough medications to last until next Saturday, I’d expected them to arrive last Saturday. Bless her, she said she’d ring them for me and call back.

Later, Julie rang back. The prescriptions will be delivered, on Thursday, and she gave me a number to ring her on if had any problems. This made me feel proper cared-for! The Chemist, Deepak, is going to send me an email later. We spoke a little longer, and I thanked her and got the telephone number on my diaries straight after.

Then as I was still trying to get this blog started, I remembered, that Thursday is the day for one of my scans, bowel and bladder, or maybe both to be done? If the prescriptions do arrive, and I’m out, the problem is going to get more complicated than ever. So I rang the number the nurse gave me to explain the situation.

I got a recorded message that I could not understand, then some canned music, next a lady came on the line, but I could not hear what she was saying. After I mentioned this, her voice came clearer. I told her of my problem, and what had happened. She said she would pass on the message details. I thanked the lady and waited for a callback. (Which didn’t come)

Then Deana rang back, to tell me the appointment has been made for 31st October, at 11:25hrs. I thanked her furiously and got the date on the Google calendar.

Herbert was busy today, must be a big model he’s doing. Tap, tap, crunch! Hehe!

The Haemorrhoids gave me a signal that things were not right. Went sharpishly to the wet-room. To check things out, and the blood flowed! Changed the PPs, then washed and left the cloths soaking in disinfectant in the sink.

Then my thoughts turned top fodderisationing! I got the meal out of the fridge, and with no cheese delivered, I got the last of the cheese slices out, and covered the tray with them, left them out to defrost completely. Better than nowt!

Then I went on Your Area ENews, to search for up to date Coronavirus figures:

Tighter restrictions to stem the “worrying” rise in coronavirus cases in Nottingham are expected “on or before Friday”, the city’s public health director has said.

The news comes after a substantial surge in Covid-19 cases over the past few days, with the city’s infection rate currently around 382 per 100,000 people – Link: The sixth highest in the country.

Oh, flipping ‘eck!

It is long past my head-down time. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Weary William are making typing impossible without mistakes. Going to get the meal prepared.

The cannelloni ragù was burnt on the top, but that was the plan. It looked terrible. But tasted just fine. I added some beetroot on top of it, now I could get the lid off of the jar with the new tool – I’m sorry I bothered, very hard and tasteless beetroot! Not so the ragù, that was delicious. Taste-rating: 7.5/10.

Got the pots, such as they were, washed and a shirt hand-washed. I took these pictures with the Nikon, of the view from the kitchen window, the first three, then five minutes late, the other two. What a swift change.

Medications, including Senna, Macrogol, and walloped pathetic Peptac down my gullet.

As I was drifting off to sleep, no problem tonight, the old leg ulcer itched like crazy, it felt like I had maggots under the skin. Hehehe!

Zzzz!

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I thought I’d look back, on my victories

I thought I’d look back, on my victories

Bear with me; these are hard to find…

At birth, I lived through Mother’s fag ash dropping on me,

I had Double-Pneumonia at the age of three,

Sister Jane was almost adopted, to Italy, she did flee,

Brother Pete, escaped, good for him, went in the army,

Mother running away, the police wanted her, you see,

Which left just poor old Dad and me,

Doing the cleaning, shopping, and two paper-rounds, that was Inchy!

I survived being thrown in the Nottingham Canal,

Clinging to a barge rope, without much hope,

I was rescued by Brain, a neighbour, and a real pal,

Hauled out, was taken home, full of hope,

Got a belting off of Dad, and scrubbed with carbolic soap!

GC Young

Jane away in Italy still,

Life was for us both, a bitter pill,

We’d both had our sad times, but still,

I started work, bought a bike that would go uphill!

Duodenal ulcer, Anne Gyna I acquired easily enough,

Got shot at work, and a new heart fitted,

Fron flat to flat, I flitted,

Got made redundant, Cancer zapped, not fritted,

Job searching failed, hopes, attritted,

My desires, faith, and plans buffetted!

GC stick

Then along came Peripheral Neuropathy ailment,

 Jane, back from Australia, accompanied me,

To and from the hospital, she was heaven sent!

Then the stroke, I was a broken bloke,

Months in care, after the stroke,

Slowly, recovery began to cloak,

Bits of the old Inchcock, showed, bespoke,

And I knew something more would wroke!

Then the diabetes was found,

And things got worserer, all around,

When Saccades-Sandra, was also found!

But, my hopes and aspirations remain,

Although I am no longer sane,

I’m ready for the challenges again…

I just wish there was a little less pain!

I fang you!

 

Inchcockski – Saturday 11th April 2020: If it can go wrong, it will!

April 11

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Saturday 11th April 2020

Sudanese: Sabtu Kaping 11 April 2020

0000 April 11

GM GreensLWD 0.40.0 05:20hrs: I finally stirred, after luxuriating in about three hours sleep. Which was tormented by dreams of a disturbing nature, of which I have only impressions, no real detail, other than it took place underground, and ghouls were in there somewhere?

Despite the scarceness of kip, I almost bounded out of the £300, second-hand rickety recliner, within minutes of my waking up? Clutched at the walking stick, and made my way dodderingly to the kitchen…

I got to the kitchen, took the medicines, applied the medications; Saccades-Sandra drops, olive-oiled the ear-holes, tincture of the tooth, creamed the Harold’s haemorrhoid’s, Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s knees, and made a brew, all without the need of a wee-wee or the Porcelain Throne! This was not natural?

WD 0.40.0 Booted-up the computer to update the Friday post. And had to create a template for the day first! But it was a marathon job, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun all giving me a bashing. The worst, being Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter nerve ends, continually working and stopping, making typing almost impossible. I was continually making errors without realising it and having to make corrections. I have no doubt there will be many that I missed, which is disappointing and frustrating.

WD 0.40.0 The knowledge that I will eventually have to stop doing these blogs, as it gets harder and takes me longer every day, and knowing they can do nothing to help, sometimes get me down. But while I can, I will. I love doing them. Trying to add a bit of humour to them, must help me, in a fashion. Hey-ho, moan, groan and whine, over!

Having, many hours later got the job nearly finished, and my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete called. Obviously, the lad hadn’t received the link yet, and he likes to read it early in the day with Jane. We had a natter, and I noticed that Stuttering Stephanie was with me again, getting more frequent lately. Anyway, he and Jane sounded in fair spirits.

Jane nowthenThey have had their big monthly parcel of food from Nottingham County Council delivered. Marvellous I thought. I quoted something along the lines of, A pool’s and big lottery winner, with a car and an electric bicycle, who live in a mansion, have been left a fortune in someone’s will, get their food hamper delivered. I’m told that because my aorta-valve replacement is not disabling enough, I don’t qualify. The peripheral neuropathy and dying nerve ends, the Stroke, using a stick or trolley-guide to walk, Dizzy Dennis, falling down or into something almost every day. Dropping things several times every day, Shaking Shaun and Shoulder-shuddering-Shirley, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger sticking, Hernia-Henry, being deaf, Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters dying, having Arthur Itis (Rheumatoid arthritis), don’t seem to matter to anyone else but me! It’s a good job I’m used to suffering and pain, innit! Pete did laugh! That cheered up.

I got the link sent off. Went on the WordPress Reader, and got this blog started. It took me 7 hours plus, to get this far. I fear the time is getting close to having to stop, this really gets to me. The very thought of it, brought on my depression, like never before. No point in fighting it. I stopped and went to make a brew and have a look outside, see if any of the dog walkers were out, so I could photograph them. Disappointingly, no one was about. But, I did find some photographs I’d missed off yesterday, of some doggies taking their humans for a walk:

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I all but dropped the Nikon camera, coming back in from the window again! Darned good job I had the wrist-loop around my hand! Phew!

The rest will have to be in shorthand I’m afraid. The ailment was taking over, and everything took so long. Sorry. It’s hours past my normal head-down time already.

6Sat15Posted off the ailment, and started a template for this blog. As I started to create it, the doorbell chimed out.

It was Amazon, with the Nasal spray and Clementine juice.

6Sat16I opened the spray box and left the heavier juice one in the hallway.

Back to the computer, and all sort of problems developed! The landline rang and flashed. It was Jenny, bless her. Her Sainsbury’s order had 6Sat17arrived, and Frank was on his way down with the items I’d asked to be added for me.

I hurried to put them away. Jenny had kindly written a list for me. That’ll £26 plus £13 I owe her now. The shop had substituted some bits. Mini cheddars, which I’m not too keen on, and last week they did the same, a double size pack as well. I’ve got the pickle flavoured ones arriving tomorrow via Amazon as well. She’s got some lemon yoghourt though. Tomato juice, washing up liquid, cherry-scented? And a tub of salt. Bless her cotton socks!

I tried to get the computer to take the photographs but ended up having to do it in a long-winded fashion, which cost me even more time.

I rang Jane and Pete to get my mobile number, cause I needed it to get back on the photo site. But I was too late, and it timed-out. So now, I don’t know where the heck I stand with it all.

Rang Jenny back, I was gasping a bit and Stuttering Stephanie was on form! I thanked her and told her I was going to go to the bank on Monday to get some money to pay her what I owe her with. She kindly said it was Bank Holiday on Monday, so I can’t get it then! Tsk! We nattered a bit, and we decided I’d go on Wednesday. She generously said she would write a note for me to give the taxi driver on Wednesday, asking him or her to wait while I go ion the bank, and bring me back afterwards.

Then I did some updating on this blog, but not for long. I need rest and sleep badly now.

I stopped and decided to get something for a meal. The easiest will be bacon in the oven, and a tin of tomatoes, I can use the last of the bread up with it.

Not feeling so good now. I hope to be back in the morning, to finish things off. TTFN.

Sunday Morning: 0545hrs: Updating.

6Sat18I got the meal, I had a can of tomatoes, added some vinegar and hickory to it. The bacon, I cut of some of the fat and did it in the oven. Got it served with the medications. For once a good tasty one. Flavour rating: 7.5/10.

Got the dish in soaking, and had a go at the computer problem again.

WD 0.40.0 I had more bother with the computer. Had to supply a password that was my mobile number, but I couldn’t find what it was! I rang Sister Jane at the Bratton Towers, and she and Pete eventually found it for me. But by the time I got to put it on it had timed-out! So, no progress there. Tsk!

The TV on, but of no interest, however, the need and desire for sleep were being ignored by my body and mind.

The landline burst forth and flashed. Sister Jane, concerned about the computer locking me out. Thought it might be hackers. I told her about the lack of sleep problem, saying how it doesn’t matter now about being woken up, as I can’t get to sleep in the first place. I think she might have been upset a smidge, and rang off, thinking I was moaning about being woken, which didn’t matter at all in fact.

This irked me, and I range her back, but no answer.

Switched to another programme and there was an interesting documentary on an underground city in France, and how the military had used it over the years. I thought my xyrophobia-suffering, chaetophorous, anti-epilation Brother-in-Law Pete might be interested in it. I rang again and got through this time.

There I was enjoying a great natter and chinwag with Jane, and I thought I heard a beeping noise. This was annoying me, I told Jane, and I went with the mobile in hand to have a look around. I was giving a running commentary as I investigated, but, could not find the source! Then a bleep-bleep, and I lost the connection.

I got back in the rickety recliner, and tried to ring back ‘This number is unavailable’. Huh!

Then I actually fell asleep!

Coronavirus, pavement cyclists, wars and insanity! It’s a funny old world, innit?

Inchcock Today – Sun 29 Mar 2020: Mankind is being captious! Just thought I’d mention it, like!

2020 Mar 29

2020 tttMar29

Sunday 29th March 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sul 29ain Mawrth 2020

000 Mar 29

GM blu01As I stirred into consciousness, the clock and wristwatch told me it was 01:40hrs (Of course, it was actually 02:40hrs, not that I was aware of this at the time). I lay a few minutes gathering my mental thoughts into a mock semblance of understandability and some form of pretend-logicality.

Much to be done computerisation-wise, as per normal. The gurgling and bubbling from the innards, started off as I dismounted the £300, second-hand, uncomfortable, c1968, beige-coloured recliner. Thoughts of how I could get some actual cash, with the ordered isolationing, this was not going to be solved easily.

The rumbling from the stomach area gained momentum, and other things took a back seat, as I grabbed the stick, and made my way to the wet room, ASAP. Where I was well-pleased with the evacuation. Far less messy, less bleeding and not so painful, either! (Are things improving? Am I due some luck at last?

WD 50.50.100 To the kitchen, where I got the kettle on and used the Canon camera to take some shots of the same view in different shooting modes. (I can’t get my head around this machine or even manipulate the settings options on it. So thought I’d give it a go, as the thing hasn’t been used much lately [It’s the one I use for outside shots]) I can’t see many differences in the pictures, apart from the first one, which is a different shape and size.

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7Sun02Made the brew, and got the medicationing sorted out. Olive oiled the ear holes, Saccades Sandra sprayed the eyes, Enoxaparined the stomach, took a few guzzles of the pathetically weak and pointless antacid medicine. Then a swift swig of the dry cough medicine, and took the tablets. I’ll get the pain gels and antiseptic creams on later. Arthur Itis’s knees were treating me very-kindly this morning!

To the computer. I have a touch of ageusia I think, cause the tea tasted so odd to me. Might be the milk? I’ll use the other sterilised bottle on the next brewing; if it’s not out of date yet. Danged Coronavirus! We’re all prescited!

T’was then, as I started to do the updating, that the clock on the computer was found to be an hour in front of all the clocks. And watches, and mobile phone! Der! It’s changing the clocks an hour forward time, innit! This is the first time I had to alter all the timepieces, since the Stroke. Believe me, such a mundane task like this, ain’t easy!

WDP 333WD 50.50.100 It was like unbelievable! Talk about bad luck! But of course, I should be used to it by now!

Saccades Sandra, Shaking Shoulder-Shirley, and Nicodemus’s nerve transmitters, all let me down at the instant I started to try and change the times!

  • I dropped the clock in the wet room and cracked a bit of plastic off of it!
  • The kitchen clock, I pulled off the tiny plastic turner-button; and have yet to find it!
  • The big clock in the front room slipped out of my nerveless hand.
  • I hit my already Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley jerking arm on the bookcase getting it retrieved from the floor!
  • My ancient Nokia 105 mobile, next. I thought about it, and could I remember how to change the date anyway? After a few moments thought, I decided to leave it until the senses returned to working condition.

WD 50.50.100 Fearing how the typing would go with the computer updating, I returned to the desk. Seconds later, the second summoning call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. This did not irk me at all, after the last fairly good session, I approached the wet room with confidence – Fool! I should have known better! What a change! Bloody, massive, painful, messy and frustrating! To add to the farce, Little Inchies fungal lesion had started to pour haemoglobin, as well!

WD 50.50.100 Thus, after cleaning the bodily evacuation mess up, the hurtful task of medicalisation began. Harold’s Haemorrhoids caused a lot of bother and stinging. I suppose with my not getting outside for a walk, and so much sitting down at the computer since the Coronova-Virus enforced-imprisonment, I can only expect this sort of pain. How can I get hold of some more pile-cream? And cash to pay for it with? Damned, Coronova Virus!

WD 50.50.100 The worst pain-wise was the fungal lesion! Gawd it left me stinging and tingling! And where and how do I get some more Daktacort and or Corticosteroid cream from?

WD 50.50.100 And, still, no message about any phlebotomy nurse to take a Warfarin blood test for three weeks? Not that I blame them, they must be in a right pickle for staff nowadays. I’ll just keep making my best guesses at how many Warfarin I take each night. With Little Inchies lesion bleeding so much, I’ll cut down on the Warfarin tonight, just in case I’m too high on Warfarin and that may be the reason for the extra bleeding. Life’s a giggle innit, nowadays?

Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley had eased off a bit. I got the updating finished and sent off. Went on the TFZer Facebooking, then Pinterested some photos.

Then tackled the Nokia phone date changing. Easy-peasy! Vainglorious-Mode-Engaged!

The tip-tapping noise is still being heard. It bothers me in case it might be someone who needs help, but I can’t work out where it’s coming from. Then again, if I could, should I be making social contact, anyway? Life is getting very complicated! I do not have the confidence to cope.

7Sun07WD 50.50.100 I tried to book an Iceland and Morrisons home delivery again. The same result again, all slots were booked up, as earlier in the morning

Ah, well, on to the WordPress Reader section.

Done that, there are some good posts today on there.

Off to get the ablutions tended to, now. Back in a while, I hope!

7Sun01I’m back! And a jolly good session just had in the scrubbing-up stakes. The legs changed shade again. No shaving cuts. Just a few dropsies. At long last, Little Inchies fungal lesion had stopped bleeding, Harold’s Haemorrhoids were painful. And most importantly, there were no toe-stubbings!

Tried ordering again, and no luck!

7Sun11While I got Josie’s nosh ready, I did the handwashing.

A mixed set of results in this enterprise this Sunday. I only did a pair of trousers and the thin dressing gown, mind.

But, a few pickles were gotten into, all the same.

After doing the trews, and hanging them up, I had a look at the fodder situation on the stove and oven… All was looking good.

WD 50.50.100 As I turned to go back to the sink, I saw the trousers slowly slip off of the hangar, and splosh into the water in the pan below! Crabs and Grobblecraps! I’d put them on an old hanger, not one of the new ones that have a slip-proof bar on them! So I rang them out again, and hung them back up, on a new hangar!

Got the nosh sorted out and delivered. When I mentioned it being harder to get food in, Josie looked Gobsmacked, and asked me why? But she was looking well and cheerful today. I think she appreciates the Sunday meals.

Then I returned to handwashing duties. Only the socks and dressing gown to do, I did well I thought, and soon had them all done, wrung and hung.

I hung the gown in the wet room, and was mightily disappointed in how it looked when I saw this photo later! It could be my bad photography skills, but it didn’t look clean at all?

Cleaned the spilt water. Made a couple of more waste bags up. I must remember to take them to the chute in the morning.

An Email from Jenny arrived. She’s a caring woman and has saved the day me earlier in the week. Bless her! ♥

7Sun12I got my vegetarian meal done up and served on the tray. The Leicester red cheese is running low now. I did enjoy the cheesy potatoes, tomatoes, onion, garden peas, new potatoes and, Twiglets!  Yes, I know, Twiglets! They were in the place of meat. Haha! I gave a flavour rating of 7/10 for this effort.

WD 50.50.100 As I stood up with the empty plate and tray to go get them washed, it was as if someone had snapped their fingers, and suddenly I felt terrible! Dizzy Dennis, attacked, and even Back-Pian-Brenda came from nowhere?

I got the pots cleaned, and Dennis was not easing off at all!

I got down in the recliner, and yet again, sleep was resistant to my desires, needs and appeals.

Hey-ho!

An Ode to My Ailments

6Sat04

Barry Bladder & Hernia Harry

6Sat07

I went in the QMC for a Hernia operation,

Summat else came to the surgeons attention,

He said he’s found cancer in the bladder,

But not to worry, he said as we had a natter,

He’d lasered both problems with antimatter!

But I suffered later, Harry returned, it’s mind over matter!

 

6Sat05a

Duodenal Donald

The problem was soon outright,

Although it was a bit of a fight,

The surgeons said it’d be risky and tight,

But things should come out alright,

But couldn’t stop the bleeding, that was a fright!

They did stop it finally, to my delight!

 

6Sat08

Haemorrhoid Harry

I have to say, this left me feeling sore,

But surely it will mean, Haemorrhoid cream no more?

No suppositories, prodding, probing, Cor!

But they returned, worse than before!

 

6Sat05

Aorta Albert

A bit of a shock, when I saw the Doc,

She said you’re a chip off the old block,

Your Dad had such an op, a bit of a shock,

Makes a change from operating on your buttock,

But you’ll pull through me old cock!

 

6Sat03

Sandie Seer

Twitching eyes, jump and jerk,

But when steady, they still work,

Though not a regular querk,

It can drive you berserk!

 

6Sat03a

Nerveless Nigel

Diagnosed two weeks before the stroke,

By Dr Rahannmuta, a wonderful bloke,

Not averse to a laugh and joke,

Although I don’t, he said you must not smoke!

And gave me a year, before the nerve-ends die, get broke.

 

6Sat09

Suzie

Worra shock, I was in a terrible mess,

Couldn’t wash, shave or even dress,

Two months hospitalisation, no less,

Why I ask, but it remains answerless,

The After-Stroke Physio leaves me breathless,

But certainly not painless!

There are periods when I feel brainless,

But some helpers have been invaluable, God Bless!

 

6Sat10

SSVB

(ScabsSpotsVeinsBulges)

Caught this in the Stroke hospital ward, one can’t forget,

Blood-papsules, weals, scars, lumps, bulges, a guaranteed bet,

Welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples, maculations, invariably on the legs set,

Thrombophlebitis and assorted Clopidogrel grooves and ridges show,

The legs appearance change every day, a new vein or burrow,

A reaction to a changed medication, they say to me,

Vasculitis and venous thromboembolism or VTE,

What next, can I charge folks to look, Hehehe!

Right-hand side sensory nerves are almost kaput,

The neurotransmitters, nearly as dead as a mutt,

I’m even getting boils and growths on my butt!

 

6Sat11

Myasthenia Gravis (MG) – The latest ailment.

 This was written, to cheer missen up, and it did!

I thank you!

WDPT07R

Inchcock Today – Saturday 27th July 2019: Thought-provoking times, but I prevailed! Hehe!

2019 July 27

2019 July 27

Saturday 27th July 2019

Swedish: Lördagen 27 Juli 2019

03:30hrs: I woke up, with last night’s depression and self-pitying gone. I might not have been over-the-moon or in seventh heaven. But the marked difference in my outlook, was indeed welcome, no matter that it was incomprehensible to me. Nothing had changed.

 As I extracted my bulbous, short, plump body from the embracing clutches of the £300, c1968, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured recliner, I became aware of the urgent need for the Porcelain Throne! So, I got the stick and made my way hastily to the wet room. It seemed Mivicol had done it works at last?

WD 125.0.0 Oh, what a mess! The quickest evacuation in weeks. But it was a harrowing, painful and sanguinary affair, in the extreme! Definitely, something to mention to the Doctor on Monday’s visit. Taradiddle thoughts passed through my mind, as I pondered on the probable causes of the off-colour and haemoglobin that flowed. Later, I added this incident to the notes to take with me to the surgery. I’m not going to be popular with Dr Vindla! Oh, dear! More work for the woman! “Please note, I did not go into detail, as requested by dozens of my mass of readers. Both of them! Hahaha!”

5Sat01The stomach was bloated a lot. But the legs looked far better, this morning. They were both of the same size, water retention-wise. A rarity that! Haha!

Off to the kitchen to take the medications, do the health checks, then made a mug of refreshing Glengettie tea.

GC June 14e

The sphygmomanometer worked the first time! And the readings were fine again! Things seem to be going well, apart from the disagreeable evacuation of course.

The Polyneuropathy was not too much bother at all, only the fingers and shoulder any bother, and they were easily copeable with!  Up to know! I haven’t walked into anything or dropped a single item! The wee-weeing count is only one! I hope this pleasant aberrationalness lasts! I just took a senna with the regular medications, no Movicol. I didn’t know if I should or not, but I don’t want to go back to the blockages again if I can help it.

I got on with updating the Friday blog. It was a lot easier and quicker to do, with Peripheral Neuralgia being so kind to me. Only the shoulder really gave me any hassle worth mentioning.

IMG_1082WD 125.0.0.a Before moving on to doing the graphics needed, I moved the handwashing onto the stand-up airer. What a comical farce that turned out to be! And I can’t blame any shaking or dancing limbs, just me! 

That might be why I found myself laughing as it happened! 

  • I got the first t-shirt on the lower part, turned to get the grey shirt. And the white one fell on the floor.
  • Picked it up and had them both in position.
  • Turning to walk away, I then dropped my walking stick.
  • Which fell through the bars, knocking off both shirts!
  • I foolishly put them both back on and reached for the stick which had ended up behind the airer.
  • Knocking the grey shirt off again as I retrieved it!
  • Put the grey shirt back on, and gingerly retreated! Hahaha!

I fetched the camera and took this photo as memorabilia of a single incident, that had me laughing to myself. Now if this had happened during yesterdays depression, I think my reactions would have been a little more agitational. But not today, I had a quiet blithesome giggle to myself, again. Hehe!

No sign of the promised rain yet outside. While I had the camera in hand, I took a picture through the balcony windows and a couple from the kitchen’s unwanted windows.

 

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I got the graphics done and started the updating of this post.

I had to go onto CoralDraw to make some advanced page top and Thoughts graphics next, but not before I made a brew, checked the weather and had another Porcelain Throne visit.

I realised how late it was as I sat on the Throne, and decided to change plans afterwards, and get the ablutions done. The evacuation, well, the Movicol had done its job well! Phwoar! The aroma I had to do my ablutions alongside! What next? A visit from Diahorrea Duncan?

Popped to try and see Josie, she answered. Going out with her sister today, so lunch will be wanted tomorrow at 12:00hrs. Wished her a good day, and returned to make the brew.

Then I went on to CorelDraw, for a massive, but gigantic wearying session, of hours in length, graphicalisationing.

6Sat03aStopped to make a brew of tea, and boy, was it was raining. Not a storm of any sort, just persistent rain. The hand and fingers started kicking-off again, and I dropped the mug of tea on the kitchen floor. Still, the leg was not doing any dancing at all today?

WD 125.0.0.a I now believe in miracles! The cup didn’t break or even chip! Cleaned the mess up, and made another one.

6Sat04I went onto the balcony for a few minutes and spotted two incoming visitors, I expect. They parked up and made their way to the flats along Chestnut Way in the rain. I was so happy to see the gentleman sharing his umbrella with his other half.

Oh, he wasn’t. Hehehe!

Back to the computerisationing. But the fatigue was setting in, and fodder needed making to satisfy the innards, so I only planned to work for another hour or so. Even though I needed lots more graphics that needed doing. I only got one template finished.

6Sat29Got the nosh prepared, and served up.

I made far too much, due to not knowing if Josie needed a meal today or tomorrow, I got the spuds on the boil earlier. And it would have been a sin not to eat those lovely boiled spuds mashed with celery salt and loaded with mature cheese!

I ate the lot! Contents: Boiled until overcooked potatoes, mashed up Extra-Strong Mature cheddar cheese with celery salt, then browned off in the oven to make the edges crispy brown. Garden peas warmed slowly with balsamic vinegar. Four different varieties of mini tomatoes. Tuna chunks in brine. Pickled gherkins. Cooked beetroot. Some bits of red pepper. Taste Appraisal: 9/10!

Washed the pots, then me. Did the hand wash, and left them in soak. Settled to watch an episode of Hettie Wainthrope on the TV. Fell asleep!

Woke with Colin Cramps in the left foot, and the hand. He stayed for ages.

No chance of nodding off, I got up and rinsed the washing and got it on the airer.

It took me ages to get back to sleep. Tsk!