Inchcock – Tue 7 July 2020: INR results, Enoxaparin injections needed again. Ah, well!

TFZers Marie and Inchcock

Tuesday 7th July 2020

Japanese: 2020年7月7日火曜日

02:45hrs: Woke, worked my abdominous, pot-bellied torso, and dangly thin limbs, free of the wabbly recliner, wobbled over to the bucket for a wee-wee.

A bit of a marathon job this one was. But it had a new cloudy-bluish/grey hue to it, which was a first for me. Hum? I wonder if the seedless red grapes I had last night might be to blame? The loud annoying ‘Hum’ accompanied me, as I whistled and counted the cracks in the ceiling while I waited patiently for the LDSSM (Long-Dribbling-Spraying-Splashing-Marathon) style wee-wee to end. Then a little longer. For the diabetes-inspired, insipidus Post Micturition after-dribble, to be over with. Try saying that when you’ve had a few bevvies! Haha! At least it was painless!

I passed a blast of involuntary wind and the resulting pain from the rear end, felt like the new furunculosis, are getting a little bigger now. Not that I can do anything about it. I’ve got a queue of medical things that need doing, and am waiting for the various departments to get permission to open again.

  • The Dentist for Toothache Thomas, two fillings and an extraction needed, at least, I reckon.
  • The Podiatrist to bleed the ankle impostume, and get the toenails cut.
  • The Audio centre to open so I can get some batteries for the hearing aids.
  • Diabetes ‘training to cope’ lessons to start.
  • The year overdue Cardiac Check-up on Metal-Micky ticker to be done.
  • The optician to open again, and get some new reading glasses, and ask if he can do anything, lens-prescription-wise to counter the effects of Saccades-Sandra.

As I carried the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) to the wet room, then to the kitchenette to be emptied, washed and disinfected, I all but dropped the flipping thing.

The right-hand little finger knuckle is so painful at times, others no bother at all? There is no swelling or bruising, but the bone seems to be getting a tad more extensive, and firmer, well, it feels brittler. And the digit is moving away from its brothers for some reason?

Ah, maybe it knows about Social Distancing? Hahaha!

Got the kettle on, and took a snap of the morning view from the deadly, near-lethal ungettable at to clean new window.

I made a brew of Thompson Punjana tea and left it to cool down ao as not to bother Toothache Thomas too much.

Got the health checks started with the sphygmomanometerisationing. The results look good again.
Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters played up as I was taking the thermometer out of the earhole, I kept pressing it several times without realising it. The stick gave a proper reading this time, in Centigrade, I think. 32.7°c. I reckon this is a good result too. I think that’s about 90°f. Fair enough?

Took the morning medications, and off to the wet room for another wee-wee. A marathon leak again. The legs looked thinner than ever, yet somehow misshaped? The knees were fatter.

Spotted some welts on the tummy. No idea what caused them. Got a wash and wiped the contact surfaces. Then collected the tea, and back to the front dump, er… room, to get Computer Cameron going, and make a start on updating the Monday diary.

I got the four-pronged walking stick at my side on the right, with the long picker-upperer hung on the top of the stick. The waste bin to my left, and started of by doing a graphic on CorelDraw. Then two thoughts to use later on.

It wasn’t long before I was back in the wet room, having a wee-wee again.

At least it didn’t last so long this time, and it had turned to an orangish shade.

Ah, I seem to be working my way through the rainbow lately. Haha! Well, a bit of fun does no harm. Does it?

I started the new potatoes in the crock-pot. Added a little soy sauce and fish vinegar to flavour them a tad.

Got the updating finished. Sent the link off, then went on the WordPress Reader.

Then the danged Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet went very slowly suddenly. I expected the worst, and another failure again, but, a few minutes later, it returned without any actions on my behalf. Phew!

I set off to get the ablutioning done.

The feet and toes were giving me plenty of discomforting aggravations today, and I’d hardly hobbled anywhere yet, apart from to and from the front room to the wet room and kitchenette a few times! Granglespithowlations!

But on the plus side, Thomas Toothache was not as bad as last night. (I anticipate regretting saying this later, now!) I regret, the ablution session was back to normal again!

Ablutionalisationing Report: Painful but different!

  • By the time I’d finished and got dressed, I’d bent down and used the picker-upper so often, Back-Pain-Brenda had kicked off!
  • The teeth-cleaning, although far less painful than yesterday, involved dropsies with the toothbrush (3), Toothpaste (2) and the mouthwash bottle (2). That went down both times with the lid off. So, now I need some more.
  • The shaving was a tad farcical, too! Razors (4), foam can, after-shave (To stop the bleeding). Cuts (3).
  • Stubbed the toes moving the shower chair!
  • The shower-head went down first use of it!
  • On the bright side, it missed my feet and toes, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters came back to life after this incident! Yee-Haa!
  • I did get a little visit from Dizzy Dennis, though. Enough to ensure my having just one,  half-decent clout on the elbow from the grab bar, Tsk!
  • Getting dried off went well, no clearing of the floor cabinets things, dizzies, knocking against anything,  or loss of balance! Smileworthiness!
  • The medicationalisationing; Between Harolds Haemorrhoids, and the Fulton’s Furunculosis creaming, a fair amount of Arghing and Cringing was carried out.
  • Dressing: Ah, the one that caught me out unawares! I was getting a little over-confident, I think. As I was getting the PPs on, I pulled a tad too firmly, and torn them, falling backwards, and had a clash with the door frame. I lost! I can still feel the connecting moment, and there may well be a decent bruise to photo later.

I staggered out of the wet room, in agony! Hahaha! Went to make a brew of Glengettie and take another painkiller. Made up two more black bags, and took them to the waste chute.

Returned and got the mug of tea made. Took this photo of the rather foreboding morning skies, arrived on the computer to visit the Facebooking sights. Or, Facebooking sites!

 Getting on with this blog, and the intercom rang out. Aha!, it was Nurse Hristina arriving, so late I’d forgotten about her attending. So, I had an uplift in spirits at seeing her again!

She thought I looked a little bashed about (her words). I didn’t see the blood coming from the back of my head, not worth worrying about, only a tiny bit of it from the fall backwards on the door edge, I imagine. She was in a rush again, but I still enjoyed listening to her as she worked and chatted to me. Bless her!

Always sad when she has to go.

I got the oven on, warming ready for the fish in batter. To have (I decided), with the new spuds, can of garden peas, and fresh tomatoes. That’s the plan anyway. Did some more updating on this post, and got the fish in the kiln.

Prepped the nosh, as the rain poured down relentlessly. Oh, and the balcony door that locked on its own accord last month now does not shut-to at all. Another of the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, and hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given them by Mephistopheles, instructions; ‘Let’s make life unbearable for Inchcock’ mission?

The nosh was a little bit different today. The tomatoes were edible for once, nice! The fillets were fine and crispy coated! The new potatoes had no bad, festering or marrots in them. (You can’t win em all, Morrisons’) The smart way that Iceland had created the hardest ever, teeth-damaging, cement-like cooked beetroot, was first-class! Suffice to set Toothache Thomas off again!

Overall, a 6/10 flavour rating. Which was just about passable!

Washed the pots, took the evening medications and was soon nodding off, sat in the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner.

The Thought Storming began, so I put on a Boon DVD, and this seemed to dissipate the Thought-blasting. The first time this has happened. After a few nod-offs, waking again, rewinding the DVD, I drifted off into a blissful state of Sweet Morpheous!

The landline flashed and rang. Tsk! I somehow got out of the recliner and to the phone in time before it stopped ringing. It was the Anticoagulant (DVT) Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic, with some not so good news for me about the Warfarin INR blood test results.

The level was the lowest its been in a long time, at just 1.3! I was back on Red-Alert! I must carry the Anticoagulation Card with me at all times.

The kind lady went through what Enoxaparin I had in hand and was careful to get me to read the details from the box, to avoid any errors in working out the dosages I’d have to prod myself with. She went through the dosage and asked questions about my health (that took some time to deal with, Hahaha!)

She was most understanding when Stuttering Stephany, annoyingly kept breaking up my answers. A kind and patient lady. Thank you, warmly M’am! This cheered me up and made the process so much easier to cope with.

The new immediate doses (I was writing them down as she told me), were; Tonight; One Enoxaparin Injection, and FIVE Warfarin tablets! Wednesday AM: One Enoxaparin Injections. And she is trying to arrange another blood test for me on Wednesday, so just the Enoxaparin Injection for now. Then the lady will contact me with the results and new dosages etc. for me.

I thanked her muchly and hoped that I could read my scribbled notes to get them recorded later.

I got the injection in the stomach done, then took the extra Warfarin.

Within minutes of taking the Enoxaparin sodium anticoagulant, the ticker began to race, which is usual and no worry. Other than it prevented me from getting to sleep. I was all mentally full of beans. If you know what I mean?

TTFNski.

Inchcock – Monday 6th July 2020: Toothache Thomas, Dizzy Dennis and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failing, ruled the day. (Niggleclump!)

TFZers Linda & Thomas Living it up!

Monday 6th July 2020

Italiano: Lunedì 6 Luglio 2020

23:30hrs: Woke up in need of a wee-wee, struggled out of the recliner to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), for a WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode leak, and believing it to be much later than it was, stayed up. I went to the kitchenette to make a brew of Glengettie tea.

I banged my ankle against the cupboard door edge, silently swore and questioned my parentage, and then noticed how different the skyline looked this morning.

I got the kettle on the boil and took four shots of roughly the same view in different modes on the Canon. The second one was nearest to the actual area I was shooting.

Then got the Health Checks done. All the readings looked fine today. (Worrying, Hehe!) The body temperature showed just as ‘Low’ once again. I took the medications and got to the computer to get the updating of the Sunday blog done.

I tried uploading the photos from the SD card to Computer Cameron, but would it have it? I spent ages, unplugging and replugging things, tried the built-in cardholder drive, and eventually, a long time later, when I was beginning to panic a bit by then, the MS Pictures thingy, suddenly read the card. Phewski! I’m expecting further trouble with this next time I take and try to import a photo. Sulk-Mode-Engaged! 

Updated the gallery, and made a template ready for today (this one), and then got on with the updating of Sunday’s blog. Although the best efforts of occasional Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter nerve ends failing, I got the Diary finished and posted within two hours.

Then made a start on this blog. The tummy-ache was still lingering a bit. I’ll need the Throne soon methinks. But its a positive indication that the Macrogol is working, not too much, I pray! Hehe!

I sent the links off, visited the WordPress Reader, then onto Facebooking. Put some washing in the sink bowl to soak, then got the ablutions tended to. And it was a very-copacetic session. Until the very end, but still.

Ablutionalisational Session Report:

  • As I went in the door, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Perfect timing, cause the Macrogol had done its job, and the whole evacuation went smoothly, but not painlessly, of course. Not messy, mind!
  • One nasty event here. Nicodemus’s nerve ends played up as I was using the electric toothbrush, and Toothache Thomas has started hurting such a lot more now! Klunglebogworthiness!
  • Nicodemus again caused a few dropsies of the razors. But his best efforts, only produce two tiny-little nicks shaving. Smug-Mode (Temporarily)-Engaged!
  • Are you ready for a shock? One, I repeat only ONE dropsy showering! (Mind you, it was the gel bottle, and it landed right on the big right toe!)
  • Little-Inchy’s fungal lesion was not bleeding!
  • Nothing knocked off of the floor cabinet when drying off!
  • The medicationalising of the tender areas went fabulously well, and pain-free! (Toothache Thomas is giving me enough! Schluberdubersnarl)
  • Getting dressed was one of the easiest for ages! No loss of balance or tumbling over, no banging any body-parts on the doors, Sock Glide, Shower chair, or Arthur Itis had calmed down amazingly!
  • My legs, however, were looking almost normal! A bit more meat on them, the Clopidogrel lumps and lesions were hard to find, and the veins were still hidden under the flesh, just like they were yesterday!
  • The uncut toenails, the painful, crippling toes, were worse than ever pain-wise. Now they did have Clodiogrel allergy marks on them. Still, it gives them a little character? Hehehe!

I felt a smidge of confidence, an iota of contentment, and pleased as punch at how things went. I even started singing to myself as I went to the kitchen to get the waste bagged sorted out… Oh, dear!

I found I’d left the hot water tap running in the sink! So that will be cold until tonight when the heating comes on! Knackwrangles!

I’d left the window open. The kitchenette light on. And had not cleaned and disinfected the grey bucket yet! Spittlisations! So did it.

My mood, although variable since I came back to mock-life, was now as Elvis sang, ♫Way Down!♫.

I was determined not to get feeling all depressed again! I decided I’d get the waste bags sorted out and onto the three-wheeler, to take them to the waste-chute and the white recycling bag down to the caretakers’ room, then go out for a little hobble along Chestnut Walk and take some photographs. See, did you notice that? I made a plan! Haha! I was quite looking forward to it!

I got to the chute-room, without any problems, and got the four small black bags down the waste chute, with ease, no banging into anything or loss of balance. Good stuff!

Getting down the lift was a problem though. We can still, and rightly so, only use one of the elevators, the right-hand side one. So, when you press for a lift, the left one comes down, and the doors open, but I shouldn’t use that one. This means you have to step in and press the ground floor button, then with any luck, as it goes down, I can push for the lift again, and the residents one should arrive. There was a nurse in the left-hand contractors’ cage when it arrived. I smile inanely at her and waited for the elevator to go down, pressed the call button again, and the right one came along.

As the cage got to the ground floor and I stepped out with the trolley, all hell suddenly broke loose! Dizzy Dennis, Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley, and Toothache Thomas kicked off! How I kept my balance, I don’t know, but I was rather pleased with myself for doing so. No injuries or bruises, apart from a twisted knee and the uncut toes hurting.

I limped through to the caretakers’ passage with the big bag of recyclables. One of the chaps took it off of me and deposited it in the big green bin for me. Thanked him, I mentioned that I was going to take a walk along Chestnut, and take some photos. But I was not confident about this.

The plan was to take snaps at the far end behind the flats (one on the right here), then to limp along to the entrance end of Chestnut Walk, and hopefully, to get some interesting pictures taken. As I took this picture, I could sense Dizzy Dennis coming back for a visit.

I turned and took a picture of the resident’s cars at the dead-end, and Dizzy attacked, and I stood still for a while, leaning on the trolley, pretending to me just taking in the view. But the dizzies stayed, and I decided to go back inside and not go on a hobble after-all. Walking bothered the toes anyway.

Once inside, the caretaker opened the door for me, and I, without even thinking, got into the wrong lift, the dedicated contractors left one! This took my mind off of the ailments, but made me feel a fool and guilty at the same time!

I spotted a notice telling us the roof terrace on top of Winwood Court was open, reminding us about social distancing, etc.

I wonder if was can use the walk-through passage to get into Winwood yet?

Back in the flat, I got some water in the saucepans in case I need any hot for anything before the heater comes on in six hours’ time. I foolishly made a hot drink of my beloved Thompsons Punjana tea but threw it away. Toothache Thomas would not approve of my drinking anything hot. I also took two extra painkillers.

I reckon there will be three possible outcomes of doing this, well, maybe four. One: I’ll fall asleep (One was a 60g Codeine). Two: I’ll have another stroke. Three: I’ll cut myself and bleed to death. And Four (The best choice): The pain from the toes and toothache will become bearable. Ahh!

I realised I’d forgot to take the glass jars with me! So I limped down with them to the green bin. I knocked on Josie’s door to see how she was going on my way down. She was fine, handed me the cutlery, plate, and tray from her Sunday lunch, said she enjoyed it. I left the tray and things outside my front door and went down to the glass recycling bin. When I got back, I spotted a medicine bottle that I’d also forgot to take. It can wait!

I did some updating on this diary and then went on CorelDraw to do some graphics. I got a couple done.

Then, it happened again! Fortunately, for only a few minutes, and self-corrected itself. (I wish I could do that with myself, Hehe!) .

I turned everything off computer-wise and started the meal preperationing.

A healthy-looking plateful was finally dished up. Tomatoes, Surami sticks, battered fish strips, a few red grapes, and some uneatable, cardboard tasting buttered bread thins (they had to go in the bin). Got nosh served up.

As I was doing the washing of the pots, the evening sun came out, and I took a shot of it. I’m not sure if the white spots are reflections or muck on the camera lens. Dirty lens methinks, though!

After piddling about at cleaning up a bit, I settled to watch some DVD, ‘Last of the Summer Wine’ Christmas Specials. I nodded repeatedly, got to the end of the long DVD, having watched maybe half an hour in total of the three-hour disc.

Took the belated evening medications, I had a wee-wee, and was thinking of putting on the TV but blessedly fell asleep.

The landline rang out and flashed! It was Nurse Hristina, telling me she would be a lot later in the morning, and it might be the afternoon when she arrives to take the blood. I thanked her muchly for letting me know, and I got back down…

I stubbed my toe on a leg of the swivel chair on the way to the recliner. I winced and grimaced, but held back the ‘Argh’s’ and curses. .Silver Lining Search Result: Toothache Thomas had died down a lot (maybe due to the extra painkillers taken?), and Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley had stopped altogether!

It took a while to get to sleep. Still, when, despite a little hypnagogia, Sweet Morpheous did arrive, I got in about four uninterrupted hours, along with the odd few minutes here and there earlier, I think it must have added up to six-hours of obliviousness to worries, and it felt good! Excellent!

 

Inchcockski – Sunday 5th July 2020: Muddlement, perplexity and trepidity

TFZers Shirley & Andy

Sunday 5th July 2020

Swahili: Jumapili ya 5 Julai 2020

A lousy night! 02:30hrs: I fear last night was one of the worst kips for months. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley, she was the main perpetrator. It seemed every few minutes she was giving the right scapula some stick, often viciously. The shoulder and neck are aching so much at this moment. This had not happened nocturnally before?

As the need for a wee-wee came on, I glanced at the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), where I intended to make for, and realised I had a blank, or several blank periods last night. The bucket was too full to use, yet I cannot recall doing so at all last night, or can I? The mind was somewhat confused at this stage, and a hazy mist seemed to be lingering amongst my thoughts.

I got up, nippily too, onto my feet, to find that my balance was not right. A fleeting thought of my possibly having had another nocturnal stroke, was soon dismissed, as I managed to quickly correct my tumble back into the recliner, and preventing any painful clashes between Harold’s Haemorrhoids and the boils and the arm of the chair! I could not have done this if another stroke had been suffered. This cheered me up a tad. Well, a lot!

Off to the wet room for a wee-wee, no need for the seated Porcelain Throne activity. That concerned me a tad, the Macrogol may not be working. Shall I take another one or not? The mind was jumping about a bit now, changing from on worry to another concern repeatedly. The wee-wee was of the SCWP (Sprinkly-Cloudy-White-Painless) variety. Washed, and off to the kitchenette.

For some reason, I saw beauty in the views through the unwanted, thick-framed, light and view-blocking window; designed obviously by an ophthalmophobia-sufferer. I took some photographs while the kettle heated up. The Canon camera did not do the scenes justice. They looked incredibly eerie to the eye. Still, after looking at them on the blog, they are not so bad after all, just too small for details to show up. My bad! I’ve always wanted to use that phrase. Hehe!

Brewed the tea, let it cool down so as not to bother Toothache Thomas too much, while I did the Health Checks. Much betterer readings this morning. The earhole thermometer showed just ‘Low’.

I took the brew with me (in the left hand!) and made my way carefully to the computer.

Had I known then, the problems and difficulties I was going to face, I would not have bothered!

I got computer Cameron going, and opened CorelDraw to post, touch-up and to create some graphics for yesterdays blog updating.

  • Coreldraw refused to respond to many buttons and keyboard activations. I lost hours trying to get it right!
  • I turned everything off, after a battle to get CorelDraw to save my work already done, I had to give up and lose it! Grrr!
  • Restarted CorelDraw, but with no change in the faults! At least it let me save the changes I had not made?
  • Then it froze altogether! Crigglebogsnot!
  • I had to close it down by turning off the computer, things were looking bad now! Grobognangles!
  • I gave things a while to calm down, then rebooted the computer. Oh, dear!
  • I opened CorelDraw first. And hey-ho and yippee! It was working! I felt over-the-moon!
  • I opened Firefox, and then WordPress. Shit! The internet was down!

  • I gave it time to restart of its own accord. Fool! 
  • Turned everything off at the box. Waited for five minutes. (Whistling to keep calm).
  • Got the internet turned back on, and still no action. Spit!
  • Pressed the reset button. Waited a few minutes, went for a wee-wee, which surprisingly turned out of the irritatingly durable, WSSULL (Weak-Squirty-Spraying-Uncontrollable-Long-Lasting) mode!
  • When I returned, the internet was back on!

What a kerfuffle, foofaraw, hurry-scurry, fracas, hullabaloo and time-consuming start to the day! Unglefrogwogglings!

At long last, I could make a start on the blogging process. I was so irritated with things, Duodenal Donald joined in with Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley in annoying me, now! Grumph!

The Liberty-Global Virgin box was flashing a little worryingly, too!

I got making much-delayed progress finally with the updating of the Saturday blog. It was very pleasing when Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Dizzy Dennis departed and have not yet returned. (Give them time, they’ll be back, Ha!)

Sent off the links.

Went to make a brew of tea, and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room. Almost a pleasure after the last few days of concrete evacuations and crosswording while I waited. It was still painful, but far less so. And, this time, no bleeding either. Highly satisfactory! The Macrogol seems to be easing the situation. I’ll just take one later, I don’t want to get all blocked-up again.

I made the template and a start on this post. Slow work now, Saccades Sandra keeps having a go at me. Went on Facebooking for a while, can’t stay too long, the ablutions and Josie’s meal will need tending to soon.

Quick photo session now the day is brightening up. Very pretty and allowed me a few minutes of neophilia enjoyment.

As I went to put the computer to sleep (If only I could do the same with myself, Tsk!), I got an email from the Surgery. I went into investigation mode!

The message informed me about the Phorpain and Fenbid gels I use to counter Colin cramps and Arthur Itis:

Flammable gel. May form flammable vapour mixtures with air. Avoid all ignition sources. All potential sources of ignition (open flames, all types of smoking, pilot lights, furnaces, spark-producing switches and electrical equipment etc.) must be eliminated both in and near the work or rest area. Side effects of the gel: Shortness of breath. Unexplained wheezing. Blisters or a rash on the skin. Swelling of the face. Itching, redness or bruising of the skin. Digestive problems such as abdominal pain or indigestion, particularly in people with a history of stomach ulcers. Kidney problems. Allergic reactions: such as asthma attacks, narrowing of the airways (bronchospasm), swelling of the lips, throat and tongue (angioedema), itchy blistering rash or anaphylactic shock. Stop using Phorpain and Fenbid, and get immediate medical advice if you have an allergic reaction.

That was nice and encouraging to know.

Off to get the ablutions tended to: Another amazingly short on Dropsies, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops session!

  • Overall, (No shower again, too early for them on a Sunday), only about six dropsies in total!
  • Fair enough, the shaving was interrupted by Shoulder-Shuddering-Shiela, this brought up the razor cuts a smidge, to five.
  • I required three wee-wees during the wash-up. All trickly, painful jobs, but still no bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion!
  • The rear-end installed clump of furunculosis caused a lot of pain when I washed the area, and even more so when I had to apply the Germolid and hydrocortisone creams. Oh, boy, Yes!

The pins looked even thinner this morning. Am I withering away? I wish they’d take some from the stomach first. Hahaha! That is getting ridiculously massive!

When the dressing started, well, by the time it had been done, I’d gathered a couple of more little bruises to the arms and elbows, with losing my balance and hitting the edge of the door. But I didn’t go over! Smug-Mode-Installed! 

I went to make another brew, and thought that the clouds were even more awesome now! Well, even prettier is a better word to use.

A quick bash on the WordPress reader, the Libert-Global Virgin Media internet threw a few wobblies, sticking, momentary breaks in service… I’m not sure why I mentioned that. It’s not as if it’s unusual. Huh!

Dizzy Dennis visited, and I was sure I was in for a bad session, the spinning head, warped vision and unsteady grasp on distances were all showing up. Two-minutes later, everything had cleared? A first that!

I got on with prepping Josie’s meal. I put extra Leicester cheese and butter in the cheesy potatoes but used instant mash with chives today. It came out smelling and looking good. I nibbled a forkful, and it passed my taste-check for Josie.

Had a go on the WordPress Reader, then back to make up the meal. Delivered it to Josie. She seemed happy with the look of it. Then back to the lonely flat, to prep my fodder.

I’d made a cock-up with the BBQ pork ribs. I really thought they were cook in the bag. Bit no, they had to go in the oven. So I got the pork ribs in the oven with some skinless sausages.

While they were cooking, I set the timer and left in close by so I might hear it in case I nodded off, and I’m glad I did.

Twenty minutes later, the timer woke me, and I got up from the c1968 recliner with ease, and proceeded to the kitchenette, walking straight into the door frame with my right shoulder! That pulled me up a bit sharpishly! Off course, within seconds Shoulder-Shuddering Shirley kicked in!

What a farce it was getting the meal sorted, plated and on the tray. I dropped bits of mess on the floor, in the oven, down my stomach, stabbed myself (well, it sounds more dramatic than, stuck the fork in the back of my hand, Hehe!), dropped a knife, spoom, spatula and sauce bottle!

I dropped and broke my last bottle of Balsamic vinegar, spilt water on me and the floor washing the saucepans. Things were going to pot here!

Eventually, I got semi-sorted, not comfortable with shoulder pain and shakes. But by then, the meal was disappointingly not very hot. But I wasn’t too bothered, and got down in the recliner and ingested it all. I imagine the spare ribs consisted of 80% bone, Tsk! But what meat there was, tasted delicious!

Somehow I got the pots washed, and part-way through doing them, thank heavens, and most surprisingly, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley stopped, just like that!

Feeling suddenly extra weary, I got settled down in £300, second-hand, c1968, recliner, with some cheese biscuits and a bottle of spring water… That was it, I was off into the blissful land of Sweet Morpheous!

I woke in need of a wee-wee, assuming it was early morning, and stayed up. I later discovered it was not yet midnight. Klutz!

Inchcockum – Saturday 4th July 2020: Slowly downhill as the day went on. Humph!

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Saturday 4th June 2020

Zulu: NgoMgqibelo 4th June 2020

02:30hrs: My first hodiernal thought on moving my legs as I stirred into mock-life, was: “Why after days of the knees being so kind to me, has Arthur Itis suddenly returned with a vengeance? Then I realised what a silly question this was.

I reached for the tube of Phorpain 20% that  I keep expeditiously at the ready on the Ottoman for any bother with the knees or hands (Cramps or Arthur Itis). And massaged a dollop of it into both patellas areas. The hands, fingers and wrists got jealous at this I think, and they kicked of, so they were given the treatment as well.

No sooner had I done the embrocations, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, although not with any real urgency this time. So, I freed my laboriously, wobbly stomached body and skinny limbs from the c 1968, none-working recliner, and off into the kitchen, and made-up and took another dose of the Macrogol. Then to the wet room.

The evacuation started of its own accord but soon got stuck part-way again. Tsk! I grabbed the crossword book, and painfully waited for the pain-plus to start, when it began moving again. Eurgh, argh, and other antagonistic words were uttered, but things moved swiftly then. I think last nights double-dose of the laxative must have helped things along. But it was far from painless yet!

A good wash and wipe around, and off back to the kitchenette. Where I tended to the Health Checks. Starting with the usual sphygmomanometerisationing. The results looked good enough for me. The stick thermometer showed up as ‘Low’. I had another sachet of Macrogol, then made a brew of Glengettie Gold.

And took a couple of shots of the morning view. The first one on ‘P’ setting, but I had no idea what it stood for, but it came out in a different aspect-ratio, almost square? The other I did in ‘Auto’ setting, but it didn’t come out very well. But I don’t know if the Canon has a night setting, like the Nokia has, no, I mean Nikon has. That tells me on the viewer screen what it is set to when I change the settings.

I got on the computer and started jumping around from CorelDraw to the blog and back. I got myself a bit confused at times and forgot things I should have been doing. So I made myself concentrate on the updating of yesterday’s blog, and nothing else.

I went to make a mug of Extra-Strong Assam tea, and took a snap with the Canon, having changed the aspect on the settings, to 16:9. This is the resulting photo of the oh, so blue morning clouds. The wind was getting up, and just like yesterday, the damned ‘Hum’ got a lot louder. It must be terrible for anyone with normal hearing.

I got my pins up on the small swivel chair and gave the knees another dose of Phorpain Gelling. Arthur Itis is in a bad mood now! But other than the knees, the rest of the legs were looking in good condition suddenly. No Clopidogrel lumps and blotches at all. The veins seem to have mostly gone down from the surface? It’s all most confusing.

Posting his pools coupon before he won the £250,000. The next week, the Lottery!

Back to the updating, and pressed on until the blog was finished. Emailed the links, and had a message from Brother-in-Law, Pete. He’s not a born communicator, Hehe!  It read: “Thanks Gerry, enjoyed that! (the funny advice for him) “Resting today after all the testing and trials yesterday; they even took my DNA!” I warned him he’ll be trouble now if they give it to the Police Database. Haha! So glad he’s coping with it so well. Great!

Mind you, the chemotherapy treatment he’s been warned will mean a good chance he will lose his hair. The thought of looking like me, he was not at all keen on! I can’t blame him either, Hahaha!

I went to get the ablutions sorted out, and a decent session it was, too!

  • The teeth cleaning went with only a couple of dropsies, and no cut!
  • You may not believe this, but the shaving did have a few dropsies, but No Cuts!
  • The getting dressed, well that might be better not being mentioned. Dropsies, knocking stuff off of the cabinet, Dizzy Dennis, and a tumble getting the PP’s on. Sadly, not the best part of the session!

Hey-ho! I’ve had plenty of worse wash-ups. At least my magnificent torso glistened! Hahaha!

Then the intercom chimed and lit, admitted the chap, and the Iceland man cometh to the door. He dropped the carriers in the doorway for me. I slipped him a can of G & T, he said thanks, and off he trotted. I got the bags through to the kitchen and noticed the rather large pack of Quavers. 24 packets! How had I bought that size?

I got the fresh stuff out first. Checked to see if they had like Morrisons did and added any free maggots or insects with them. But no! They had selected bruised apples though. I tried one of the red seedless, grapes. I’d not tried these before, Egyptian, but they were okay. The mushrooms didn’t have too much dirt one them either.

The fresh pork Shoulder steaks looked lean enough, but the label with the instructions was damaged. The BBQ ribs box was also in a right torn state. The fish strips that should have been frozen were well soft!

I got the pork into the crockpot there and them, when I realised how warm they were to the touch.

The antiperspirant spray felt so light, I wondered if there was any in it? I’m sure the kitchen towel rolls were even less filled than last week?

Have Morrisons and Iceland both got something against me? The Swine! Ah, well, enough food in to last for ages now.

I set about making up the waste bags and replacing new ones in all the bins. I got them on the three-wheeler walker guide and took them out the waste chute down to the waste bins.

I had a bit of an unfortunate incident, getting into the chute room. I let the door slip while holding it open to get the trolley in. (Strong closing spring). The toes got crushed between the trolly wheel and the closing door! Swear? Me? Gangleboggleisations!

I got the bags dropped down the chute, and returned, even more limpingly back to the apartment. Only to find I had missed taking two carriers with me to the chute! Swear? Me?

I gathered the carriers and took them to the waste room again. Bungle-Grumplewuncks! I just used the walking stick this time and, oh, so carefully made it there and back safely.

Getting late now. I concentrated of getting this blog started off, up to here.

Checked the pork and mushrooms, added some canned garden peas to the mushrooms, and went on the WordPress Reader section.

Rechecked the food cooking, then went on Facebooking.

Noshing preparation time! The pork shoulder slices didn’t look very appetising, but by-gum they tasted fine. The fries, peas and tomatoes were alright, too.

I tucked into it, and think I enjoyed them.

Most annoyingly, I had a blank-spell. I came round an hour or so later (I think), with the TV on? At the side of me was a tablet dish, that was empty, so I assumed I’d taken the evening medications. Then thought I’d better check with the pods. I got out of the recliner and found my balance was not good. Off to the kitchen, with the greatest of care.

I found the pots and saucepans had all been washed and dried, the evening tablet pod was empty, so I’d taken them anyway. I’d turned off the taps and cooker. And Shoulder- Shuddering-Shirley started energetically giving me what for.

I got back down in the recliner and must have got up three or four times. With concerns and worries over, had I turned the tap off in the wet room? Was the door left unlocked, etc.? There was no chance of any kip at this stage, the mind was buzzing with inconsequentialities. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley made sure that any sleep I got was only for a few minutes, as she regularly did her best to dislodge the glenohumeral joint.

Lousy night!

Inchcockski – Fri 3 June 2020: Huh! A furunculosis outbreak beginneth. Even sitting down is painful now! Tsk!!

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Friday 3rd June 2020

Filipino: Biyernes Ika-3 ng Hunyo 2020

0310hrs: I woke with a start, feeling a tad cold, and wondered why. (I’m still wondering now!) A wee-wee was needed, so I extracted my avoirdupois, fat, fleshy, gross, outsized-stomached body and gangly limbs from the recliner. Caught my balance, but for some reason, it took me a much longer time to do this morning? Dizzy Dennis wasn’t visiting me, yet. Mmm?

As I got in the wet room, I realised I’d had another decent sleep! Over five hours, and without a single interruption for any wee-weeing! Oh, Yes! The release was of the BOASA (Blasting Out-Stopping-Abruptly) mode. That’s more like it, at last, a none-sprinkly and no-pain evacuation! Yee-ha!

Could it be that I have turned the tide of my 77-year run of bad luck? The thought soon proved to be a futile, silly, false dream. Hahaha!

I hobbled to the kitchen, but my balance was not quite right. My EQ told me to take extra care this morning. Did I listen? Yes, of course! 

The view through the hated and unliked new windows that let the rain in, and have thick light-view destroying frames, and I have to risk life & limb using the step ladders to reach to clean. Where was I? Oh, yes! The view, I thought it was reminiscent of Goose Fair, with the lights.

I carried out the Health Checks, all looked good to me on the BP sphygmomanometer. The body temperature showed as 32.2c. Took the medications. There was no need for Enoxaparin injections. Although with the INR being so low, these may have to return. I made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea.

I got the potatoes into the crock-pot on a low setting for having with the dinner later. Oh, dearie me! I noted that Morrison’s bag of spuds had some many rotten potatoes in it! Opening the bag and a pong came from them. I had to rinse them several times to get rid of the stink. Threw all of the dodgy ones away, dried the decent few left, and got them in the crockpot. I added some Fish Sauce, Squid brand. No squid in it, of course, just Anchovy 82%, Salt 15% and Sugar 3%. A delightfully tasty addition to the potatoes, especially when having battered fish strips, as I intend to.

I was taking the camera, in the right hand, but with the strap on the wrist. The mug of tea in the left limb (So I thought I was taking care!) And the balance went as I got near the fireplace, and over I went, to the right, of course, it’s always to the right since the stroke. The wall broke my tumble, I hit my elbow, scraped it along the wall, banged the camera heavily and the lens cap shot off. I knocked some stuff off of the mantlepiece. Spilt half of the tea down my left leg, swore a bit and then hit my forehead on the fire surround wood. Groggleknockers! 

After I’d composed myself, finding the lens cap was a frustrating, time-consuming job. There is only one corner spot small enough for the cover to roll under and out of sight – sure enough, that’s where it ended up! Naturally, I had the devil of a job of getting back up after retrieving the article. A painful situation, too! Schluberdubersnarl! 

Silver Lining Search Results: At least the camera wasn’t broken!

Had a wee-wee, this one was one of those that started off almost clear, changed to deep orange as it trickled out forever-more! No power with it.

As I was making a Thomsons Punjana replacement brew, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived! I wobbled gingerly and wearily to the wet room, half-expecting another loss of balance all the time, and using doors and walls to support myself en route. Nervous? Me? Hahaha! Yes!

What a Porcelain Throne session, that was! Solid as a rock! I merely got the crossword book out, and waited, with little enthusiasm for the movement to begin. Ten-minutes or so later, a part-way action, which lasted a few seconds. Then back to the awaiting the pain to arrive. I hung on in there, concentrating on the crossword.

Ages later, the movement ground its way worryingly slowly, agonistically out. I was bloodied and weary!

No word or words could do the relief felt afterwards, any justice! Perhaps, Ahahahargh! is the nearest suitable adjective!

A most definite indication that the Macrogol will be needed now.  After mixing and taking the first pouch of the compound, the innards made a plea for another, judging by the sudden stabbing pains and deep gurgling movement coming from the bowels, I took another dose of the laxative. I just hope that things don’t do a reversal on me, now! Oh, dear, what have I done?

I got on with updating the Thursday blog. Got it finished and sent the link off. Then went on Facebooking for a while. (In between taking many varied modes of wee-wees, Haha!)

Then I went on WordPress reading. I enjoyed that.

Then, on to updating the funny ‘support-funny post’ for my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour propred, Brother-in-law Pete. Who’s today in the City Hospital, on a qualifying course, and hopefully, the new Chemotherapy treatment can start as well. I hope he can get a smile out of it, despite his worrying condition. Got it finished.

The link: All the best Pete!

So tired mentally now. So I decided to get the Nosh preparationing done a little earlier than usual. Is that a word? Methinks not, so it’ll be prepared, then.

I took this shot blindly, it had to be unseeable, due to the thick-framed, letting rain in, unreachable to clean unless using the life-risking stop ladder, new kitchen window. Most probably designed by a young photographer-hating and gerontophobia suffering designer!

The meal was one of my betterer ones this time. Smug-Mode-Engaged! A flavour rating of 8.9/10 given.

Despite the best efforts of Morrison’s to piss me off; Short delivering the foil trays, sending mouldy potatoes, garden peas with insects and maggots in the pack, I managed to make a decent nosh. If they wish not to deliver to an enforced isolator, they only had to ask me?

But I blame the Coronavirus for these problems more than Morrisons. But, Morrisons used to be so much more reliable than any other of the suppliers, too. I have praised their efforts and care taken in the past. Sad, but even Iceland are more trustworthy nowadays. So sad! I may regret saying this in the morning, when I see what Iceland have done to my order?

Washed the pots, then myself, and as I got settled down to watch some TV, the presence of furunculosis problems was detected as the bum came into contact with the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner! What next! Getting to sleep, or even to concentrate on the telly, was being interrupted every time I moved, coughed or sneezed, the pain from the lower region’s boils even sting when I hiccuped! And getting out to use the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), and even more painful was the getting back down again!

I suppose a ring cushion will be needed for future use. Amazon will be needed again. Tsk!

Advice on Hospitalisationing, for my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour propred Brother-in-law Pete. Hehehe!

Pondering over the experiences of my Hospitalisations

With the hopes of giving my Bother-in-law Pete, a lift and laugh, while he’s in the Cty Nottingham Hospital, being spoilt by the specialists and pretty nurses!

My Medical Memories recalled and relived:

At the age of five, I got my thumb end chopped off and was taken by ambulance to the Nottingham Children’s Hospital. Put on a trolley, and got told-off for falling off of it! Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

When I got shot (Working in Security in those days), they left me on a trolley in a passage and forgot about me for four-hours! General Hospital. Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

When I had my ulcer done, they forgot to give me the chrystals, and I spent six hours on the Throne when I got home, in agony! City Hospital. Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

When I got the hernia and was rushed into the QMC, Jane helped out my bringing things for me. Then, while repairing the hernia (Genuine bit of good luck here!), they found cancer in the bladder! Fortunately, they already had the laser and camera down my penis to deal with the rupture, so they set to and lasered the prostate cancer, at the same time! Serendipitous indeed! Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

On a new-years Eve, I collapsed with high or low BP, can’t remember which now. Paramedics took me in, I fell off of the gurney going in, and lay there on the concrete floor for several minutes. QMC Hospital. Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

I was told I could not be sent home with my BP so high or low, and the Warfarin level so low. I was placed in a corridor, with many other patients on trolleys, to await a bed coming free! QMC Hospital. Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

Where, three hours later, I was told there is no chance of a bed, and I will have to go home! This being 00:30hrs on New Year’s day, so no buses! QMC Hospital. Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

I had to walk, well hobble, all the way home in the early hours of the morning. No money for a bus or taxi, not that it mattered, I saw neither on my marathon walk back to the flats. QMC Hospital. Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

When I was having the angiogram, before the heart operation, they said it would be a three-day job. Then, a day later in the morning at about 04:00hrs, they woke me to tell me the bed was needed urgently, and I will have to go home! City Hospital. Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

Mind you; it was Pete who saved the day, at this ungodly hour, they rang Pete, who had to come and collect me! City Hospital. As we were leaving, they handed Pete a leaflet on what happens during an angiogram, which I’d had days ago? Has this ever happen to Pete? No! 

In the Morris Ward for the aorta valve replacement. A seven-day job with recovery they said (Huh!) By the fourth day, they were calling Brother-in-Law Pete to collect me again! City Hospital. Saved the day again!

Peripheral Neuropathy diagnosed. I was summoned to the hospital. A struggle in getting there, but I made it in time. I waited for three hours after the appointment time, then got in to see the Specialist. Who said, “There is nothing we can do, your neurotransmitters are dying on your right side. We cannot repair nerve ends.” Then gave me four-A4 sheets that listed the problems I could expect. Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

Then the most embarrassing event of my life, the Stroke. Everything in the body and I do mean everything that could leak, leaked, and I crumpled to the floor, puzzled, confused, and expecting the end had come. Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

Pressed the Alert Alarm, no idea what the lady said at the Nottingham City Control Room, or what I said to her. Or if I was speaking or thinking? While waiting for help, she rang back, insisting I unlock the front door to allow the Paramedics to gain entry. I had to crawl on all fours, no chance of me standing up, even while crawling, I kept falling over to my right side. There I was, in a right smelly mess, covered in front and rear releases, tears flowing, the nose running, the right ear bleeding and blood pouring from the fungal lesion, the Paramedics were shouting something through the door, and eventually I got to open the door, then collapsed again! These details were told me later. Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

To the QMC Hospital, parked on the trolley in a dark room for hours. (Or so it seemed to me anyway). Up to a treatment room. I lay on the trolley in a bay for hours and started to come round a bit. A chap came to me later, told me I’d had a stroke, and said they would be transferring me to the Stroke Ward at the City Hospital. QMC Hospital. Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

An hour or so later, I was collected and taken to the City Hospital. The journey was exciting, as I learned a lot about the two ambulance women who were taking me and other patients crammed in the ambulance. Their eating habits, one preferred Morrison’s the other Tesco. About their child birthing experiences. Coronation Street, and Neighbours were spoken of, and one of them was having Chilli-con-carne for dinner. Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

Got into the Newall Stroke Ward. Jane and Pete visited a few days later. I got a window bed, but no camera to use. So Pete took this photo on his visit a few days later. Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

I was in for fourteen days, started the therapy three times a day. Then it happened again! I was told they needed the bed for an urgent admission, and I would be moved to a Residential Home (The Acorn)! Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

The ambulance ladies who collected me left much of my possessions behind and took some that belonged to the patient in the next bed! I learned on the journey, gruesome details of one of the ambulance lady’s Cesarian operation, and that the other was going in for a breast reduction that months end! Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

During my weeks there, I had my eyes opened. I had to make a police witness report and went for two days without being given an evening meal. But I loved it there. Has this ever happen to Pete? No! But he did take this photo when he visited me to check on my finances.

The photo shows a bottle of pop and a book that had yet to be returned to the rightful owner, taken there by the ambulance drivers in their rush to get me out of the hospital. They also failed to take my underwear, socks and Crossword books! Has this ever happen to Pete? No! 

Then, the room was needed urgently, so for the third time, I was moved. Again they called on Jane & Pete to lift me home. Has this ever happen to Pete? No! Hehehe! I’d have been lost without him and Jane, though! They listed and took all of my valuables while I was away for safe-keeping, Bless him. I’ll get them back one day!

Sister Jane came to sort out my medications that were in a right state after months away. A good job too! Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

I was given a carer to help me dress and put on the ankle strap, which was greatly appreciated I can tell yers!

But they were cancelled as the head-honcho woman, decided I could do it myself. Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

The After-Stroke nurses came regularly, and again were very much a boon to me! They stopped coming when they arranged months of one a week two-hour physio training for me. It nearly crippled me! Haha!

Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

The now dreaded Sock-Gide was delivered, and the blood-blisters and bruised flourished. Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

Now, I cannot put any bamboo or other type of socks on at all, because of the uncut toenails and failure to bleed the ankle ulcer. It’s too painful to use the deadly vicious Sock-Glide at all! Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

I’m waiting for the medical departments etc. to reopen again after the appalling Coronavirus interlude. I will need, the Dentist (badly), the podiatrist (Desperately), The audio clinic for hearing aid batteries, and Opticians to get some glasses I can see through! Also, the delayed appointment with the cardiac team, to have a check on the metal ticker! Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

Now I’ve been diagnosed as diabetic! Has this ever happen to Pete? No!

Pete knows the reason for this post.

To keep his spirits up with a laugh!

All the best, mate! 

I hope Jane’s coping too!

Cheers!

Inchcockski – Thursday 2nd June 2020: I avoided another psychasthenia. Phew!

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Thursday 2nd June 2020

German: Donnerstag, 2. Juni 2020

02:35hrs: Although the night had been entirely free of any wee-weeing, it started the moment I stirred into mock-life! I painfully fumbled my extraordinarily exorbitantly, excessive-sized wobbly body and dangly thin limbs from the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken by my brother-in-law Pete, recliner. My Xyrophobia suffering, over amour-propred Brother-in-law Pete, when he was searching the flat while I was in the hospital with the Stroke, and taking my valuables, and took a rest. Fatal! He could not resist the electrics and got out his screwdriver and toyed with them. Now, the recliner no longer works!

I caught my balance, got the walking stick, and made my way to the unused overnight, GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), for what turned out to be a WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode wee-wee. It took a while to get started, during which it dawned on me, what a great sleep I’d had! I reckon five-hours worth. Smug-Mode-Assumed! I left the GPEB where it was, cause I had a feeling that it might be needed again, now that the flowing has started and I’d Christened it.

Off to the kitchen, I limped. The volume of the ‘Hum’ was excessive this morning. Yet, when I opened the unliked, unloved, hard to clean, thick-framed, rain emitting, danger-to-old-folks who cannot see out and below cause of the ridiculously wide ledge, photographer-hating designed window to take these shots, it got even louder!

I got the kettle on then, but I had to nip back to the bucket. A total change this time. The bladder had complete absolute, omnipotent control over the power and flow. And boy, did it burst forth! An LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-like-Blasting) style. Surprisingly, with no pain at all? The colour had even changed back to the cloudy grey? I got the hands washed and back to the kitchen.

The readings on the hemadynamometer were looking fine today. The body temperature was showing up as 74°c.

Unbelievably, I then had to go back for another wee-wee! It was of the same model. I noticed later when I went in the Diary photo album, that the results compared to last Thursday, were very similar.

Washed and wiped again, and back to the kitchenette. Made the mug of Extra-Strong Assam tea, and took the medications.

I concentrated hard, as assiduously as was possible on getting the updating of the Wednesday blog done. This is because, as I settled to start working, Saccades-Sandra and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter’s were behaving themselves.

I shall not keep mentioning them, but persistent and variable types (from the WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) to some BOASSA (Blasting Out-and-Suddenly-Stopping-Abruptly) modes of wee-wees pestered me for hours! Too frequent to mention them all here!

I achieved my goal, and with the ailments still being kind, I made up the template for this post.

I decided to get the thin quilt in soak, ready for cleaning later on. I’ve no idea what’s going on or what I’m supposedly doing at the moment! I keep changing between tasks and forgetting what I was doing! I got the quilt washed, and left it on some fabric freshener in the sink.

I sent Jane and Pete an email, asking how Pete was going, as I hadn’t heard from him for a bit now.

Then, made a start on this diary. But, Saccades, Dizzy Dennis and Nicodemus all came to life at the same time, and progress was stunted. Saccades-Sandra eased off first. Bless her!

I went to make another brew, and have a wee-wee. The day was dawning now. And I managed to take a decent shot of the skies, that I thought looked so beautiful. But a haze soon appeared afterwards, obnubilating my nephelococcygia fun. Tsk!

The landline chirped and flashed. It was Brother-inLaw Pete ringing in response to my email. He sounded in reasonable spirits considering. He is to go into the City Hospital today. For further tests and permissioning for his trial tests on a new treatment for his melanoma. I was glad to hear this, especially that he is to go in today, at 10:30hrs! He’s part of a chosen few patients for the trialling of the treatment. We chatted for a good while, and my EQ picked up on his determination, and good spirits, that hid a fear. Naturally! 

I intend to take a picture of the City Hospital from the window at 10:30hrs. Even though the mist is now falling. With the lad being a bricklayer, and having lived and worked in Australia for some years, his stripping off to show the girls his muscular body so often, might have encouraged the poor devil’s cancer. Fingers crossed, and I think he’s doing the right thing in going for experimental trials, good for him!

I’ve placed all of the photographs taken of the City Hospital this morning. 

The final one went with a Good Luck Message sent through the ether for Pete. I bet Jane’s at home worrying, I’ll call her later on, try to perk her up a tad.

It’s a good sign that the mist cleared just in time for me to get a decent shot or two in.

I’ll email one to Pete when he’s out and back home, as a reminder, of good news I hope.

The ablutions are now overdue. I got the things needed and others ready to use, and hobbled without too much bother, to the wetroom.

As I got the towel off of the airer to take in, I managed to clout the back of my right hand on the heater, snap the alarm wristlet band, and knocked the heater over, catching my toes against it as it fell. Then to add insult to injury, I hit my head against the frame of the door, bending down to retrieve the towel! Grobbleknangles!

Today’s ablutions went aleatorily well! A few dropsies, there will always be them. Toothache Thomas was not happy. However; no shaving cuts, no walking into or knocking anything over. As for the showering, ready for this… only two dropsies! Fair enough, the medicating part could have gone better, yet still only two accifauxpas! I was well pleased with how it went!

I got the light-quilt out of the bowl and got it on the flat airer to help it dry off. By Jiminee I was going well! Took the evening medications early!

Then I decided on the meal for today. Red potato battered fritters, Surami sticks, tomatoes, the last sourdough muffin, buttered of course.

Then I set about sorting the last bag of so-called fresh peas podded, and in the saucepan ready. I found a lot more useable peas than in yesterdays bag. However, Dang, dang, dang… Dang! Morrison had given me some extra meat with them. It’s in the second photo, but I doubt you will be able to spot it. A maggot floated to the surface of the sweetened water in the pan! Humph!

The bottom picture shows the pea pods I had to reject unopened and throw in the waste bin! Good old Morrison’s! They short deliver me the baking trays, then give me a bonus with their rotting garden peas. I could spit! I got the maggot out, and checked all the others for interlopers, rewashed them, and returned them to the saucepan. Isn’t life a sod at times! I might grill it later. Har-har!

I sorted the waste bags out, filled the three-wheeler with them, and took them to the waste chute. I noticed the Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis clinic test results, INR, had arrived. 

When I got back, I checked them. The lady from the Doctor’s reception last night with the new doses didn’t tell me the INR level was down to 1.7! Blimus and Bejeezers, I might be back on the Enoxaparin injections soon! Still, I’ve got plenty in stoke, or even stock, now.

I went on Facebooking, WordPress Reader. Link sent off. WordPress Reader.

Started the Fodder preparations. During which I found this pill had dropped on the floor! Whether it was a Furesomide, Beta-blocker or a Codeine, there was no way of telling. All three of them look so similar to each other. I cleaned it and took it. Huh!

Got the nosh on the plate, and into the recliner to nosh while watching some Law & Order episodes. The battered red potato fritters, the fresh garden peas (and perhaps the odd unnoticed maggot), the mature, stinky, tasty Stilton and Marmite cheese, piccolo tomatoes, gherkins, surimi sticks, apple, lemon mousse, and some seedless grapes made up the plate. Taste Rating: 8.5/10. Dived into it, leaving nothing on the plate! 

I went to get the pots washed. Returned to the rickety, c1968 recliner, to watch some more TV with the feet up on the swivel chair.

The mangled ugly imitation Howard Hughes uncut toenails getting worse and more painful every day!

Spared a thought about Brother-in-Law Pete. The new chemotherapy preparations will have started by now. I expect him to have nurses fussing over him, and the usual for him, Private meals, a TV supplied, headphones, Sky channels etc. and so on. Makes yer sick! But I’m not jealous! Hehe!

TTFNski!

Inchcockski – Tues 30 June 20: No sleep, Blood Test, Fire Alarm, Stubbed Toe and dropped a mug of tea, Paramedics on site, Morrison mess with the order. Humph!

TFZers Ballet Stars ♥

Tuesday 30th June 2020

Sinhala: 2020 ජුනි 30 වන අඟහරුවාදා

23:25hrs: No sleep at all, Sweet Morphious, denied me by being woken up repeatedly; callers, Toothache Thomas and Anne Gyna, all successful in ensuring I got no rest. Groggleknockers!

I decided to give up! I edged my colossally-stomached, wobbly-torsoed body and skinny-dangly legs, out of the £300, second-hand, not-working, c1968, rickety recliner. Off for a wee-wee.

Ah, things were better this time! A bit more force and less spraying. Still the green-grey colour, mind.

Off I plodded to the kitchenette, every step taken was an example of coping with pain. From the toes and feet! (A little sympathy prompting there, sorry about that!) The late-night view was difficult to photograph. I had four goes on different settings before I got a shot that was as close as dammit to what it looked like in the viewer. This one was with the Aperture Priority selected. The Night Panorama that I tried produced a black picture only?

I got the kettle on and did the first of the Health Checks.

The sphygmomanometer results were the best for ages! SYS 136, DIA 64, Pulse 80, and the body temperature was just showing up as low. (It does that, it goes from the reading to high or low, when I am insensate and not quick enough to get it out of my ear-hole to have a look, Hehe!) Ah, well!

I took the medications and made a mug of Glengettie Gold Tea. On the first sip of the brew, I started hiccuping. Two-hours later, when I got around to writing this, I was still hiccuping! I hope this did not bother Herbert above me, for they were loud and vicious disembogue’s, irritating, almost non-stop!

So annoying and frustrating! I tried the drinking of the luke-warm tea from the opposite side of the mug.

I shouldn’t have done that! Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed at the wrong time, and I dropped my mug and created a picklement for myself! Bugglesworthlessness!

On the light at the end of the tunnel search: The miracle of it hitting my left knee and depositing some hot tea, down the leg as mentioned above, then bouncing off of my knee, and straight into the waste bin, pleased me! Amazingly the mug didn’t break (that’s twice I’ve dropped it in the last three days), and the mess was minimal because of where it came to rest. So, the cleaning up was more straightforward, and the foul language was not so severe as it might have been! A smidge of good luck there methinks!

I cleared up the mess and went to make another mug of tea. I got the pork shoulder steaks, with new potatoes in the crockpot cooking. I added sea salt, Light Soy sauce, some pork gravy granules, and seasoning. (Too much methinks?) I’m not sure how old the gravy and seasoning is, but it still hadn’t dissolved two hours later?  Have I viliorated my meal planning? Having a feeling that this is not going to have a happy ending, and my EQ backed me up.

The day is breaking now! I updated the Inchcocks Photos widget on the blog. Replaced with all Winwood Heights people now and then. I updated the Monday post. WordPress Reader. Next, on to the Facebooking.

The wee-wees had decreased. Anne Gyna had eased off. Toothache Thomas, the feet and toes continue as the main pain-donators. Haha!

Then, the Phlebotomy Nurse, Christina, let herself in the flat. She’d been pressed in by someone in the foyer. Didn’t half make me jump! Hahaha! A good job, I’d taken the wash and shave early, and had some clothes on! Gawd that would have made her jump more than her arrival made me! Pity, she was in a great rush again, that’s why she had to come so early. She still managed a bit of nattering while she took the blood, Bless her cotton socks ♥.

I felt a bit peckish, and I went to get some biscuits and made a fresh mug of Glengettie tea. Dizzy Dennis kicked off while making the brew. Humph! Two hours later, I limpingly meandered off to get the Ablutions tended to.

Ablutionalisticalisationing Report:

  • The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Much easier than yesterday. Not so messy, and far less painful! Only two dropsies.  
  • Toothache Thomas made cleaning the teeth a grindingly, agonising job!
  • The shaving had a few clangers involved. Cuts were in fashion this morning. Several of them, but every one of them was tiny, yet bled a lot more than usual.
  • The Shaving dropsies just might have been a record. I lost count of the times the Jenny-supplied picker-upperer was used! Razors about six times if I recall rightly, the foam and the After-Shave bottle I used to stop the bleeding.
  • The medicationalisation went better than usual, though. Only dropped Harold Haemorrhoids cream once, the Germolid the same! I did come close to losing the Olive-Oil-dropper, but I kept control. Smug-Mode-Adopted!
  • The deodorant, Saccades Sandra Spray, and room freshener were all dropped several times! Humph!   A final fling, as if to put it. Hahaha!

The knees looked much better, and the leg veins were shy today. Oh, I’ve just noticed, I’m no longer Hiccuping!

Off to check on the pork in the slow cooker. The seasoning I’d added, had still not dissolved? (I must be careful and make sure everything is safe before I make it into a stew). 

On closer inspection, I found that the pork shoulder was already cooked, and was soft. The potatoes were still hard. And I’d forgotten to put the mushrooms in the mix.

No problem, mind you. My absent-mindedness, paramnesia, and blank-spells were ion existence before the stroke. It’s just that since then, they have taken up permanent residence within the grey-cells! As with the Peripheral Neuropathy and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, they are a part of Inchcocks make-up nowadays. I took out the pork and some gravy and added them to the saucepan with the peas.

As I was pondering on whether to take another picture from the unwanted, unliked, thick-framed, thick-framed, impossible to get at to clean (without risking life and limb to use the step ladders), letting the rain in, new kitchen windows. I put the kettle on to boil again, the flats Fire Alarms sounded.

By the time I got to the balcony and opened the finger trapping end window, that also lets the rain in, well, they all do, the first of the tenders responding arrived. Followed a minute later by the second vehicle.

The crews strolled into the foyer. Judging by their casual and ambling approach, I took it that they didn’t expect the alarm to indicated there was a real fire. After all, it must be three weeks or so now, since the Winchester Court Fire. Longer since a Woodthorpe Court one. The crews were on their way home within five minutes. Thank you, lads!

When I nipped onto the balcony to see if the chaps had departed, I took a snap through the window of the end of Chestnut Walk. I didn’t want to risk injury opening the lethal metal spring clip window again. No, that’s wrong. That window is just impossible to open, too tight. The maintenance men tried for me five months or so ago, and they couldn’t do it. It was when they came to look at the plaster breaking up on the ceiling of the balcony. Naturally, they have not been back.

I opened the left end window that one works! To take the 2nd shot in the other direction. The picture looked pretty with the oh-so green trees.

Then onto CorelDraw to do some graphics.

Oops! Time for the mobile shop, it’ll be here in twenty minutes. So, I put Computer Cameron in Sleep-Mode and got the wheels, cash and down to the ground floor… well, that was the plan, anyway!

A new system has been set-up for the lifts again. Sensible, but time-consuming! As it is, we are only allowed one resident in a lift at a time. So, it can be a long wait to get the elevator at times. Now, we can only one lift, the right one is for residents & Visitors, the left one is reserved for Construction Workers Only. As I say, understandable, but so frustrating.

The Construction Workers lift kept coming and the door opening, repeatedly. I leant in, and pressed the ground floor button, then pushed the call button (Which works for the nearest lift). The Workers lift kept coming back up and tempting me to be naughty, but I resisted! This happened three times. Would I make it down in time to catch the mobile shop? Dang, dang, dang… Dang! Hehehe! 

By the time I’d got down to the ground floor, the electronic sign informed me I had a minute to get outside before the ETA of the shop.

Luckily, it was a few minutes late in coming. It was nice to have someone to natter to, even from a safe-distancing way away.

It was windy out there, one gal had not got a jacket on either. Brr! I took this picture while awaiting my turn. I got some bits, about three, the chap had not the other three items I fancied. Can’t be helped!

As I said my farewells and got back into the flats, it dawned on me how much I’d spent to buy this few items? I purchased four tomatoes as well. Had to tell him that two were rotten and gone soft. He changed them for me. Well, the chap is new to the game, and a life-saver at times, so no complaints from me. He was a used-car salesman before the danged Coronavirus arrived. His missus doesn’t come out with him anymore, here is the entrepreneurs’ story link: Car Salesman starts Mobile Shop.

Josie came in behind me and insisted I take a pint of semi-skinned milk for the one I let her have on Friday. I said, “I don’t use semi skinned, I prefer to use whole milk, but less of it.”- “Why did you have it in then?” – “I kept it in reserve with it being long-life, just in case” Anyway, she forced it on me. Hehehe!

We got up to the flats, and Josie held the door open for me to get in with the trolley, bless! I got in with the bits bought – £6 something for these. The apples were of particular interest. The label read, Product of France. The apples look tasty, so I got one out to nibble. The stick-on tag on the fruit read, Grown in New Zealand. I took a couple of the seedless grapes to try, and noticed there were a lot of bare fruitless stalks! Hahaha!

I’m getting a smidge tired now, nearing my usual nosh and head-down time. But, I need to stay awake for the Morrison delivery arriving late on. So, back to the CorelDrawing for a while. Hello, a phone call coming in, I hope it’s Sister Jane to tell me how she and Pete’s coping.

Nope! It was the Morrison delivery man Julian, saying he might be arriving early. So I saved the work, turned off Computer Cameron, and got ready for him arriving. I took a peep outside to see if I could see the van…

I thought at first, it was the Morrison van. But on a closer look, I’m afraid it was the Emergency Ambulance. Oh, dear! 

A few minutes later, and the fodder arrived. The chap put the carriers in the hallway for me, I thanked him, slipped him a can of G&T, and took them through to the kitchen and stored them away.

Well, they made a right mess of the oven trays I’d ordered. They charged me for 1×2 large trays and sent just one (Crushed) individual one! And 2×4 small trays and I didn’t get any, but the label that goes on them, was in a carrier? I’ll be so glad when I can get out and buy food for myself. Humph! The two packets of sweet potato pancakes were one! I was all confused!

And muggings here thanked them and gave him a treat! Frangleklops!

I got the stuff put away, and got the meal served up. At least this turned out alright. Made even tastier with the two Sourdough muffins dipped in the gravy! A stew of sorts. Onions, mushrooms, pork shoulder, all overseasoned with Soy sauce, Balsamic vinegar, tasty juices, canned potatoes and garden peas.  Flavour Rating: 7/10.

Got the washing in the bowl to soak overnight. And down into the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner, in search of sleep. Which surprisingly came sharpishly.

The landline flashed. I hazily of mind, struggled up to answer it. It was the Doctor’s surgery, with the new dosages for the Warfarin, from the Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis Unit. Tue 2½, Wed 2, Thur 2½, Frid 2½, Sat 2½, Sunday 2. There was no number for Monday? Unless, in my half-awake state, I missed it. Which is a possibility? The next blood test is in on Tuesday 7th June.

I wrote the figures down, thanked her, and climbed back into the none-working, sickeningly beige-coloured, c1968 recliner. In search of Sweet Morphious once more.

This time with a lot more success!

Apart from several disturbances to have wee-wees. (All of the RPD (Reluctant-Painful-Dribbling) variety, I must have got, ready for it… six hours kip in between! Great!

Inchcockski – Monday 29th June 2020: Discomforting, diuturnal doings of a baffling nature!

Monday 29th June 2020

Igbo (Africanus Horton): Mọnde 29th June 2020

02:00hrs: After many false wake-ups, I had to make this one real, cause I needed a wee-wee, again! I fought my way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, dilapidated, not working, uncomfortable, Haemorrhoid-damaging, rickety recliner, to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). It had been well-used overnight, so many times I thought I must have worn the carpet down! Hehe! 

However, the content level barely covered the bottom of the bucket. Each sprinkling session during the night got smaller, or less than the previous one. This effort lasted for about a painful four seconds! I reckon I’ve got another urine infection. The colour was white and cloudy. Hey-ho! 

But at least it got me up, and when I stubbed my toe on the edge of the hearth, this ensured I was fully awake, and the brain started to activate. Not logically, but it was nice to pretend.

 I took the bucket for cleaning and sanitising, and I found I needed the Porcelain Throne while I was in the wet room.

Well, agony hardly covers how painful this was! I needed to exert a lot of pressure to get things moving… But it was Rock-solid! Half in, half out, the motion stalled! The pain did remain, for ages, a quick bash at the crossword until I got it going again! The sight of all the blood shook me for a second or two. I decided not to photograph the view!

A good cleansing session and some Germoloid cream applied to the rear-end.

Despite the agony of the evacuations, I still found time to cringe at the pain from the uncut toenails and feet.

To the kitchenette. I took the morning medications first, then got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks. Which came out much better today. The earhole temperature was 62.2°c.

Then I tried to take a scan photo of the roadway below, but the shaking made every effort fail. Blanglebotherations!

So I tried taking two shots, and later manipulated them as best I could together, (Not very good!) and grouped them, converted to Bitmap, and trimmed them down. I wonder if I’ll ever be capable of taking a scan-shot again? Probably not. Humph!

No red vehicles in view for Billum?

I launched myself into updating the Sunday blog. It took me a while as Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were as usual, on and off. Silver Lining Results: Saccades Sandra, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, and Shaking Shaun was all in a good mood!

I got it done, sent off the Email link, then I went on the WordPress Reader section. Commenting, then made up the template for and started this post going.

I took a break and went to make another mug of tea, fancying the Extra-Strong Assam this time.

I was getting trembling sensations from the right ankle and top of the leg? I took a picture of the pins, but they looked the same as they did yesterday. Well, no, that’s not right. The upper legs were retaining fluid, and they were not like this earlier?

Of course, the uncut toenails and soles of the feet, they hurt when I just look at them! Hahaha!

It suddenly got lighter or rather, brighter outside. Can it be the sun trying to get through this early in the day? No sooner had I took this picture than things went all dark again.

Then, of course, it had to happen! Hobbling back to the computer room, and I had a cracking toe-stubbing, again on the electric fire hearth! I believe I did quietly pass a few naughty words and may have questioned the parentage of my bad-luck! Sorry!

I went on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. Then got some black bags made up, to to the waste chute, then took the big blue bag of recyclables down, out and around to the caretakers’ room. The only person I met, going and returning to the flat, was a nurse waiting for the lift.  It was a smidge dark again outside, a few spots of drizzle occasionally, and the wind was getting higher.

Got in the flat, and had a check around to make sure things were safe for me to hibernate in the wet room, taps, heater, lights etc. not left on or open, and get the ablutions sorted out.

Ablutionalisticalisationing Report – Overall rating: 7/10!

  • Coped with cleaning the teeth, Toothache Thomas not too bothered! Toothbrush and paste, one dropsy each, only!
  • Shaving: Dropsies; Shaving foam spray, razors (3), Cuts a few. (3).
  • Showering; Dizzy Dennis visit, and dropped the carbolic soap (2), flannel, and back brush.
  • Drying off; Knocked a lot of stuff off of the floor cabinet, but had the Jenny supplied picker-upperer at hand to make life easier.
  • Medicationalisationing; Applying the Cortisone cream, a little over-enthusiastically, and started Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding.
  • Kept my balance dressing and didn’t walk into anything on the way out!

Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I (sedulously and safely) made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea. While doing so, I thought I could hear a rattling noise from somewhere, so I went to investigate around the flat. Turns out, it the wind blowing the glass panes about on the balcony. It was still dark, but no proper rain yet.

I espied some red coloured cars at the dead-end if Chestnut Walk. The end window, although I was brave enough to try and use the metal spring clips, that traps and bruises fingers, perfect idea for old folks balcony windows. Indeed, this very opener has had two Nottingham City Homes workers already! But I couldn’t get it to open. Too tight! But no bother for an agile, fit, young man like wot I am! I hung out of a front window and lurched my body to the right, and with the camera strapped to my hand. And managed to take this photo on the right, of the vehicles!

Coming back in the flat, I was about to allow myself another moment of deserved Smugness… Then stubbed the same flipping toe on the raised balcony step! Grumblecronkackers! Globblegripes! Gangleboggleisations! Granglesknackersbuggerit!

Oh, dearie me, all that care taken not to trap my fingers in the lethal metal spring-clip, that needs to be pushed and pulled at the same time to operate it, then I go and stub the toes again! I was so angry with myself.

I decided to make another mug of tea, Extra-Strong-Assam I think this time, take another pain-killer, a 60g Codeine. Because things are getting painful now! Anne Gyna, Toothache Thomas, Little Inchies fungal lesion, Haemorrhoid Harold and now the stubbed toes, sore pads of the feet, and the so uncomfortable uncut toenails have made an alliance between themselves methinks: To ‘Give Inchcock Excruciating, Agony, and wretched-purgatory’. They’ll probably be planning my next serious Whoopsiedangleplop or Accfauxpas at this moment. Hahaha! Well, it feels like it! I dread to think what Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicodemus have up their sleeve for me! Gehenna, here I come!

I got this meal prepped, and settled to eat it—a Flavour Rating of 5.5/10.

Uncle Dizzy Dennis came on after I’d eaten it, I put the tray on the other seat and blissfully, soon dropped off to into a much-needed sleep.

Minutes later, the door chimes rang out, both of them. I grumpily rose up and went to the door. It was Josie waking me yet again! Bless her, she felt she had to keep giving me stuff in return for the Sunday meals. And she gave me some blackcurrant cakes. Dia Bete’s cannot be happy about this. I thanked her, but was wrangled at being woken up again! Mustn’t blame her, she can’t help forgetting things, any more than I can’t get any sleep!

Dizzy Dennis came on again as I resettled. Sleep, my disturbed Sweet Morpheous, did not want to return. I got more uptight, and when I did eventually drop off, nightmares flourished and woke me up with a jolt! I fought to get back to sleep.

Then the landline rang and flashed! Out of the chair, banged my knee on the Ottoman, got to answer the phone. It was the Phlebotomy Nurse calling to say she’d arrive between 08:00 > 09:00hrs in the morning. Thank her! Tried to make a note in my head for tomorrow and the Morrison Delivery being so late, and I must not forget it is coming!

Then I gave up completely on getting any proper sleep, and got a brew made, and onto the computer. Worra-lot-of-bovver!

Inchcockski – Sunday 28th June 2020: A mansuetude lingered amidst the mayhem, today!

TFZer Pattie ♥

03:30hrs: After waking and nodding off again several times, I forced myself to activate the brain and limbs (I needed a wee-wee!), and rose from the depths of the slowly disintegrating, £300, second-hand c1968 recliner.

The stomach where the tea spilt onto last night, was tender, the feet agony the moment I got my weight on them.

Off to the wet room, for the most sprinkling and spraying release ever! I had a job to see that much of it had reached the porcelain at all. But, on the bright side, it made me clean the WC tank, seat, floor cabinets, the floor itself and the handwashing sink. Also, various parts of my body. Christened this one a VSWAO (Viciously-Spraying-Wildy-All-Over) wee. You’d be surprised at how much had sprinkled on the arms and upper torso, too, I was!

Took the medications, and remembering yesterdays nightmare Accifauxpa, I very carefully, nervously made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea. I managed it without any further dropsies, scolding of my body parts, or injury! Phew!

Waiting for it to brew, I took a shot of the morning view. Then, imbibed the morning medications, and back to the wet room for another wee-wee. Which was of the same VSWAO mode as the first one was!

I got the Health Checks done. The SYS had come down at last. The earhole temperature of 64°f seemed fine enough.

Then I got Computer-Cameron going, and did a graphic first, then on to updating the I Saturday post. About three hours later, I’d got it finished. Then I emailed the Link. Went on the WordPress Reader. Then Facebooking. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley was in a good mood with me!

Still no need of the Porcelain Throne heavy-duty usage needed, yet? Off I trudged limpingly (Oh, the toes!) to get the ablutions tackled.

Ablutionisticalisationing Report:

  • The terrible Toothache Terence was triggered, cleaning the teeth.
  • The shaving took such a long time, but I was extremely wary after yesterday.  However, no cuts whatsoever!
  • The showering had few repeated dropsies. The shower gel bottle (3), the showerhead It’s a miracle it hasn’t broken yet? (2), the flannel, and the back scrubber (4).
  • Dizzy Dennis visited me towards the end of the showering, but thankfully for only a couple of minutes or so.
  • The drying off under the wall heater went almost perfectly! (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) Not a single item was knocked off of the floor cabinet (Honestly!)
  • I did make a Whoopsidangleplop when getting dressed, well a couple. I clouted my knee on the WC as I lost balance getting the trousers on. And then, putting the shirt on, I hit my right knuckle on the edge of the door. But nothing serious.

I sorted out the waste bags. Five small bags were taken to the waste chute, and the gigantic blue recycling bag had some stuff added to it. Far too big for the minuscule opening in the chute, so I can take it down to the caretaker’s room in the morning.

Back to the apartment, and a message came in from Iceland. Another round of my getting addled and disconcerted, dementia or memory loss, call it what you will. But I was convinced I’d ordered it for next Monday? Anyway, it was due to arrive in a few minutes! Sad, innit?

Minutes later, the intercom rang but then stopped after a few seconds. Now I was confused. If I got down to have a look, I might miss whoever it was of they rang back. It turned out to be the Iceland delivery driver. The chap said he had other deliveries in the block, so rang each one to let them know he was here.

He put the good through in the hall for me, I slipped him a can of G&T, then got the bags into the kitchen to sort through them.

I made a mug of Thompsons Punjana to drink while getting the things away.

I started off with the frozen stuff. Far too much to fir in the freezer! So I did mean to order these for next week? Sadly, some throwing out of food was needed to get the new stuff fitted in. By the time I’d done it, there was another bag ready to go to the waste chute!

Then, on to the fridge and fresh food bags. Mushrooms, orange juice, pork shoulder steaks. Some of what I am sure will be uneatable Morrocan tomatoes, the last lot were. The mushrooms, well-covered in nutrient-rich compost! The wholemeal rolls, crushed flat, as only Iceland know how to do. Kitchen towels, potatoes etc. Next bag, endless cakes?

I just cannot remember ordering all this lot? Blimey, if the dates are long enough, I’ll still have to hand some out, so many! Cheddar biscuits as well? Oh, and a Raspberry and cream swiss roll. (That could have been ordered, a vague memory guiltily lingers!)

Made a start on this blog for a couple of hours, then got Josie’s meal prepared and delivered. Cheesy potatoes, tomatoes, gherkins, silverskin onions, Surimi-sticks, smoked haddock, peas and beetroot. Delivered it Josie’s door. And then got some belly pork in the oven to slow-cook, coated in hoisin sauce, for my feast. Started on the computer again.

Saccades Sandra and Dizzy Dennis paid me an extended visit. I had to give up on doing the computing.

Concentrated on making the nosh… carefully, not taking any risks.

A fairish plateful, considering how Dizzy Dennis and Shirley were giving my so much bother. A score of 7.5/10

The early-weariness joined in. I got the pots washed and took the evening medications, but that was all.

I got down in the recliner and the TV on, and nodding-offs soon started. None of them lasted for longer than five minutes. Amazingly timed for me to miss and exciting bit of whatever I was watching!

But for any proper sleep, my Sweet Morpheous, I had to wait for hours!

I gave-up on the TV and laid looking lazily and lackadaisically at the rain coming down the balcony windows and in through the cracks to soak the running board.

The wee-wee trips were frequent, but each time they would have struggled to fill a tea-cup! They were getting less and less. Still, I got up and down each event without any further injuries.

Eventually, I went to make a brew of Glengettie tea, and the dying sun put in a surprise visit.

With Sweet Morpheous still refusing my requests, I put the TV back on. And was pleased to find a documentary on Freeview channel 66. I really got into it as well… During the second set of adverts, Zzzz!