Indefatigable Inchy – Thursday 25th February 2021 Diary

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Thursday 25th February 2021

Hungarian: 2021 Február 25 Csütörtök

02:15hrs: I woke after another long but bad nights kip, coughing, shivering and sneezing again. (For clarity, please add frustrated, fed-up and feeling relatively weak all round!) As I was freeing my scarily over-bellied body from the c1968 recliner, the Porcelain Throne’s first summoning arrived. Off I hastened to the wet room, for the most God-awful, repugnant, obnoxious evacuation it was!

Trotsky Terence was in full charge! Not a lot came, but it was sticky, gooey, smelly and messy in the extreme! Repugnant! Repeated flushes were needed, nearly a full roll of TP used. So much precious time lost cleaning things up, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids needed treatment afterwards.

I returned and turned on the computer… this is the screen message that I got up! Which panicked me! My heart sank, misery lingered, depression dawned, and I was near to tears! The brain rattled aimlessly. Fear grabbed a hold on me, along with sadness!

All I could do was to turn off and start again. I had no idea what the message meant. Which I did! Thankfully, the computer started properly this time. Phew! Does anyone know what the problem was, please?

I got the Health Checks done. The Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, had a lower SYS at 149, DIA 76, and PULSE of 87bpm.

My Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, read at a lower than yesterday; 36.8°c – 98.2°f. Which seemed okay to me.

I took the morning medications. And had to return to the Porcelain Throne again! For a session that was almost an exact repeat of the first visit, sticky, gooey, smelly and messy in the extreme! Also, it took ages to clean and medicate afterwards.

I thought it might help if I could manage a mug of Glengettie Gold. So I made one and returned to computing. Got the Wednesday blog updated and posted off to WordPress.

Emailed the link, during which I got the hot and cold shivers again, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters kept dying off, causing me more lost time and frustrations. I went on Facebooking catch-up, which Nicodemus ensured was a nightmare struggle, Humph! 

I visited the WordPress Reader. Then read and replied to the comments that had come in. The sneezing and coughing called on me regularly.

Oh, dearie me! Off to the Porcelain Throne again! The only difference to the earlier two visits; was the feverish shivering, hot one minute, then almost freezing. This distemperature was not a good sign! I considered taking some cough medicine and a cold capsule. But, I decided against this, with my being on so many other medications. And the effects of the crap, cruel, vicious AstroSeneca side-effects still lingering from last Saturday. Although slowly getting more manageable. The fever is worrying, though. The Throne evacuation was of the same model as the two earlier and took an awful lot of cleaning up again. I’m fed-up with this!

I was shivering and shaking a fair bit now. I tried to take some shots of the dehumidifier and thermostat to glean some information. But the shaking meant this is the only one that was seeable, just! It told me the humidity was in the green, and the temperature was a smidge high. So why do I keep shivering? Beats me!

Huh! Sneezing and coughing again, now. Still, the chest isn’t as phlegmy as yesterday. Things are slowly improving, methinks… mind you, I still ain’t looking forward to the second crippling, AstroSeneca side-effect-ridden vaccination!

I went to get the Ablutions done; boy, did I clout my right shoulder on the wet room doorframe? Yes! I did. Argh!

But, this ablution session was the best for weeks! Oh, Yes! The nasal clearing went smoothly and effectively! No-dropsies! The teeth cleaning smoothly, only the one dropsy! The shaving had only two diddy-nicks and the same amount of dropsies! OK, this innit?

The showering had no dizzies, bangs or knocks pm the grab bars or dispenser… not one! Mind you, the dropsies counted about six. But no injuries in retrieving the dropped items! 

The medicationing was fine, and just the one loss of balance getting the PP’s on. I gave my right knee fairly good clout against the floor cabinet, but I’ve had much worse. No moans from me!

I got the waste and recycling bags made up and went to get them on the box on the walker-guide trolley.

AS I spotted a letter in the box, another one followed ontop the floor, and as I was retrieving them, a leaflet came through as well. Hello, I thought I must investigate and sort these out. The first one was from the Pension Service Justin Tomlinson, ruler, advising a little increase in my pension. Nice that!

The leaflet told me of the upcoming Census.

The last one was from Nottingham City Homes Safety Officer Glen Sutton.  It advised me that on Monday 1st & Tuesday 2nd March, our contractors will be removing the green portacabins from Chestnut Walk. To be able to move them, we will need to close the car park next to Woodthorpe Court to the public for a period of time each day, so they can be safely lifted and removed.

Each lift should take no longer than one hour to complete, and we will be putting barriers in place to keep everyone safe. Etc. etc. I assume these are the cabins mentioned in the advisory letter.

I took a photo of the end of Chestnut Walk at the same time. Just for Billumski, the Associate Professor of the RCMA Red Car Monitoring Assessment (Financial Donations Accepted) of Ohio.

It looks like all the old garages twixt the trees have now been demolished at the end. Still fenced off, though. I’m not sure if new garages are going to be built later or not.

I returned from my mystery tour, used the trolley to get the rubbish bags to the waste-room. Again, all was silent on the way to the chute—no finger or knuckle trapping today. Although getting the recycling down the tube, I had to split it into another bag to get it to go down.

I returned along with the trolley on the elevator lobby with the emptied box. I have to say the Art-deco end wall does look good to me.

I made a brew and started making some graphics to use in future templates on Corel Draw. But the early weariness was dawning again. I made up the remainder of the chilli-Con-Carne from last night and merrily took photographs of it without a card in the camera, not realising at the time. Humph!

I ate it all, although it was only a small dishful.

After that, the hot and cold shivers started. I managed to stay awake until the ‘Tales of the Unexpected’ episode started… but I was in a deep sleep within minutes, disturbed only by a cough or sneeze, or cold shudder – but repeatedly.

Another lousy night’s rest. Not doing very well, am I? Tsk!

Indagative Inchy – Wednesday 24th February 2021 Diary

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Wednesday 24th February 2021

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 24ain Chwefror 2021

02:30hrs: I woke in a sweat, feeling smelly, and in a terribly confused state again. I lay for ages, fighting the slugabed instinct. The mind-muddled, and try as I might, I couldn’t seem to get the brain in-gear?

A sudden sneezing and phlegm rising bout saved the day. (I apologise to any neighbours I may have woken up, with this the viciously loud series of sternutations) but there was no stopping them! The benefit was that the mind began to grasp some logicality, and the need for a wee-wee arriving at the same time, forced me out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner.

I had a wee-wee, of the most reluctant type, all over in seconds. Then took the bucket for sanitising and had a freshen up, but started to shiver while I did so. I got a jacket on and the trews and risked making a brew of Glengettie Gold.

But the taste-buds were not working again. Most disappointing flavour to the tea. Humph!

I spotted the original cans of Stagg Chili-Con-Carne that had been delivered last night. The Dynamite meat one that may be too strong for my tastes? With the taste-buds bad again, I’ll have to leave it for a while before trying them.

Then again, the second poisonous dose of the AstroSeneca vaccine is due soon, so all this agony, misery, depression, and illness side-effects will happen all over again! This thought didn’t do me much good!

I got the Health Checks done. I wasn’t too surprised to see that the body temperature was in the near red. I’d been feeling feverish earlier in the recliner 37.6°c – 99.68°f, pretty high that!

The dependable, trustworthy, Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer threw out slightly higher SYS 158, DIA 78, and Pulse at 88 bpm.

I updated the Excel record. The SYS and the Temperatures were all sneaking back up a smidge. No point in trying to get to talk to the Doctor about it after yesterdays five failed attempts to get through to the surgery. At least she can say honestly that when they find my body, which will have been in a crumpled heap on the floor for several days, no one calls to see if one is alright, of course. Hopefully, the next Warfarin blood test, whenever that is, the last one had a five-week gap, will mean my torso will eventually be found – and the Doctor can say, “Well, I didn’t know he was poorly!” One gets the feeling that the end-is-nigh.

But with the AstroSeneca vaccine number two to come, along with all the associated side-effects, am I bothered? Nope!

I took the morning medications, and I got on with updating yesterdays most-gloom-ridden diary for years. There was only SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) giving me any hassle typing wise. So I got it done in a reasonable time. Pinterested some photos, emailed the link and posted the blog off.

Went on Facebooking catch-up. A tiny bit of gurgling from the innards started. Which by the time I had finished, turned into a full-blown demand for the Porcelain Throne. Off to the wet room.

I fear my timing was not up to scratch. After I’d got down, I realised this the moment I saw the black and red mini globes on the floor! Embarrassment-Mode-Engaged! The passing was painful, messy and stinky! The tank had to be hand-refilled a few times to rid the evacuated product from the bowl. The early-escapee bits had to be cleaned up. I washed the hands and checked around to make sure I’d not missed any of the ‘bits’.

Off to try making another brew of Thompsons Punjana this time. I got some leeks and mushrooms prepped and into the crock-pot on low heat.

The mushrooms didn’t get into the crock-pot; a mega-dropsy meant they were put in the waste bin. Tsk!

I took a shot of the view through the glass in the kitchen window. Not a very good effort, but I wasn’t too bothered, plenty more serious things to worry about.

Back onto the computer and started this blog going. I found this disinformational graph on the web. A comparison between two of the Covid vaccinations companies being used. Not that one has any choice in which to have, of course. Unless you have a Private Doctor. I’ve got an NHS doctor, who I did manage to talk to on the phone three months ago.

Sister Jane rang. Lovely to hear her, even though the phlegm-rising was back again. It was coming up after a few minutes of chinwag. By the time I’d apologised and rang off, and I’d got to the toilet, I flaked out.

Got a drink of water and just sat down for Gawd knows how long. Oh, dear!

Woke up feeling a bit groggy, shivering again.

I forced myself to make a small Chilli-Con-Carne meal. It didn’t taste right, but that’s the taste-buds for you. Not a lot, but I ate it all up. Washed the pots.

I Rang Sister Jane back, but I was only partially aware at the time.

Soon got down and started a routine of sleeping, waking, sweating, repeatedly shivering—a lousy night.

Bitter-Inchy, Tuesday 23rd February 2021, Sarcastic, anti-AstraZeneca Diary!

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Tuesday 23rd February 2021

Yoruba (Nigeria, Benin, and Togo): Ọjọ Tuesday 23rd Kínní 2021

01:20hrs: After managing to get my body to move for the first time in hours (mind you, I had to, to use the Porcelain Throne), I clambered my way painfully to the Throne Room.

I was well unwell, and the symptoms of the Covid-19 vaccinations remained as strong as ever on me? The rasping cough, sneezing bouts, muddled and befuddled brain, and the evacuations were still of the mostly yellow liquid with stringy lines of black and red liquid covered bobbles flowing into the bowl! A little bleeding and a lot of pain involved. Am I just unlucky or what? Silly question!

As I sat there, full of despair, I recalled bits of a repeating dream I’d had. But by the time I’d got the pen and pad I keep in there, most memories had disappeared into the ether. I remember I kept going into a store that sold model railways, and things began to shrink until I could no longer see or recognise what I was looking at? The chesty coughing with accompanying sneezing started again.

I recalled the nurse yesterday advising me to send an email with the details of how I’m not coping very well with the Covid jab reactions. It all feels so long ago now, during all I’d done was sit down and mope, fall asleep, dream, wake and mope, fall asleep… Life is not good! Clarity of thought no longer exists! Oh, I did try to eat something, but it was not very successful.

I took the morning medications, and sneezing and coughing once again, I made up the email to send to the surgery. I searched Mr Google, asking what news they had of reactions to the Covid vaccine details:

A load of cobblers that. If anything that others in the flats, and what the nurse told me about her patients (Including her Mother) are have been through! Which is similar to how I am at the moment.

I made up the email and sent it off. I don’t expect a reply. I just thought the surgery might be making real details of the various side-effects?

I began to update the Monday Diary. Got it finished in an amazingly swift time, due to the brilliant Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) both behaving so well towards me! Grrreat! I posted off the Diary, emailed the link, Pinterested a photo, and went on Facebooking catch-up.

At this point, it dawned on me that I’d only been to the Throne once up to now? An improvement, that is? Fingers crossed! But let’s not get too excited, though, Inchy!

I went on the WordPress Reader section. Then I had a look at the comments. A fair few in today, my concentration had moments of clarity with them in answering. Another possible good sign that the Covid Vaccine may be relenting a smidge?

I took a chance and made a brew of Glengettie Gold.

Another plus, the tea, as with everything I eat or drink, tasted all wrong to its characteristic flavour. But it was a little less acidy this time!

Then did the first (pre-dump) one of the Health Checks. The reliable old Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, shown another decent set of results. SYS at 149, DIA 74, and Pulse at 84bpm. Good enough for me!

The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer showed a healthy-looking in the green, 36.4°c-97.5°f.

Ah, back to the Porcelain Throne! A copy cat evacuation as the last one. Mostly yellow liquid with stringy lines of black and red liquid covered bobbles flowing into the bowl! But, no bleeding this time! I got washed and cleaned up; it needed a few flushes to clear things away.

I walked into the door frame, leaving the wet room, again banging where the vaccine had gone into the arm, and for the second time, there was very little pain? Peculiar, to say the least?

I got the kettle on to refresh the mug of Glengettie that had gone a little chilly and decided out of the blue to venture out into the balcony, determined to try and get a couple of decent photographs taken in the early morning dimness.

To say I was using the Canon, I was pretty pleased with them for once. This Canon does not do darkness very well at all usually. I had a lot of failures before I managed to get these two. Refreshed the mug and did another Post-Dump Health Checks.

The Sphygmomanometer gave another set of decent figures. SYS 151, DIA 69 and PULSE at only 79bpm! The Chinese made contactless thermometer, proffered up a reading of 36.8°c – 98.24°f, a little higher than an hour ago?

I made up two templates. Sorted them, in order with the others, and got the ablutions done. No doubt I’m beginning to feel in better shape this morning, now.

I enjoyed the ablutionalisationing today. The brain seemed to be working a little better as well. The teeth cleaning and nasal blow-out went well, only two dropsies!

The batteries died in the dab radio. I wasn’t surprised; the six AA batteries never last longer than 3 hours in total. The biggest con! I left it turned off.

The shaving, well, I must have looked a little battered and bloodied afterwards, but the three nicks were only superficial ones. Four dropsies. I meant to get a photo of the chin; it looked impressive, but I was keen to get under the shower and freshen up using the lemon shower gel, and plenty of it was used! One clout against the grab rail when I dropped the gel and bent down to retrieve it. Total dropsies in the shower, just two!

As I dried off, I saw how the legs were almost perfect! I can’t understand why this improvement in their conditions has occurred. The old ulcer wound still lingers and occasionally itches. It seems the Clopidogrel arks and lumps that they told me would be with me forever have all cleared up? The biggest surprise is the Thrombophlebitis DVT are also absent?

Harold’s Haemorrhoids needed some tender treatment. I had no doubt cheered myself up somehow. I got the medications done and got dressed.

Then I got a few waste bags collated, and into the trolley box, and off to the waste chute and down the tube with them. I had just one box of recyclables and took that down in the lift to the green bin outside.

I had my first human contact for many days, other than medical personnel, and had a natter with Robert, the caretaker. I decided to have a hobble up Chestnut Walk to Winwood Court and call in see how the ILC’s were doing. I needed a bit of exercise.

I met with Penny, who was going to the bus stop en route. We had a laugh together. The Wardens were busy, said hello and wandered back to the flats. I was so annoyed with myself for forgetting to take the camera with me, Grrr!

I missed taking a shot of a murder of crows! I got back in the apartment and decided to take a couple of photos from the balcony in the daylight.

As bright as the sky was, the ground looked in shadows?

Then, made some spring water bottles up and added a splash of orange cordial and Jif lemon to them for drinking later on. I still think it’s a good idea to drink more yet.

I went on Amazon to see if I could get a Morrison order in. Bit of luck there, I got one in for today (11:20hrs) twixt    2:00 PM > 4:00PM.

Nice!

Unfortunately, I also got an email from the Email. About the failure to deliver the message I’d sent to the Doctors surgery about the Covid Vaccination problems! Humph! I’m all confused again!

How disappointing.

So, I tried ringing the surgery. A long recorded message was played, of which I could only hear bits and pieces of. It went to ringing, then another recorded message, ‘We are currently experiencing a high volume of calls…’ I rang off and gave up.

So, there is no way to talk to the Doctor and or inform her of the AstraZeneca side effects suffered, as the Nurse recommended me to. Just my luck to get the vaccine that is the worst one, the cheapest, and the one with the most side-effects! Remember folks, if you can, try to avoid this wicked, sick-making, Astra-Seneca crap, please do!

I searched the Government sight for assistance and found this significant bit of advice!

Hahahaha! Ask your doctor for advice? Great balls of uselessness! Not a cat in hells chance! I’ve been trying all day… Get in touch with your doctor? I’ve more chance of solving the World-Wide Hum while I’m on the Porcelain Throne there, thanks to the Astra-Seneca vaccine for the fifth time today!

So, I tried ringing the surgery. A long recorded message was played, of which I could only hear bits and pieces of. It went to ringing, then another recorded message, ‘We are currently experiencing a high volume of calls…’ I rang off and gave up.

But it doesn’t bother me, oh, no! I don’t mind snuffing it early, thanks to the WHO, who said it had approved the vaccine produced by AstraZeneca-SKBio from South Korea and the Serum Institute of India.

Then I got a letter from the Government: Extending my lockdown to the 31st of March 2021. Oh, lucky me!

The New York Times said: After Admitting Mistakes, AstraZeneca Faces Difficult Questions About Its Vaccine. Some trial participants only got a partial dose of AstraZeneca’s vaccine. Experts said the company’s spotty disclosures have eroded confidence.

The announcement weeks ago that a cheap, easy-to-make coronavirus vaccine appeared to be up to 90% effective was greeted with jubilation. “Get yourself a Vaccarino,” a British tabloid celebrated, noting that the vaccine, developed by AstraZeneca and the University of Oxford, costs less than a cup of coffee.

But since unveiling the preliminary results, AstraZeneca has acknowledged a critical mistake in the vaccine dosage received by some study participants, adding questions about whether the vaccine’s apparently spectacular efficacy will hold up under additional testing.

The UK is believed to have spent between £24 and £28 per dose on the Moderna jab, the Daily Mail reports. According to the BBC, while the Pfizer/BioNTech jab has a price tag of around £15, Oxford/AstraZeneca vaccine cost the government around £3 per thrust. So, I’ve also been vaccinated by the cheapest one available? It’s marvellous being so cared-about, innit?

But it doesn’t bother me, oh, no! I don’t mind snuffing it early, thanks to the WHO, who said it had approved the vaccine produced by AstraZeneca-SKBio from South Korea and the Serum Institute of India. I couldn’t give a fig now. Why bother?

I can’t get in touch with my doctor by email or phone. Professionals are telling me I must report the side effects to my Doctor… Glogknobbles! Mission Impossible! I’m fed-up!

I had a look to see if any comments had come in. Nope, not a one! Tsk!

The Morrison delivery tracker came available, and the shopper had one delivery; the next was mine. The chap arrived, but what he was saying on the intercom was impossible for me to understand. I opened the door, but he would not come in? I had to go down to meet him. That didn’t do me much good. Back up in the lift with him,  reluctantly, he wanted to leave the bags in the elevator, and he took my age etc., in the cage.

At last, he recognised I was struggling and brought them to the door for me, and off he trotted. Which was nice of the lad.

I was ell weary now. But, I was determined to get a meal of some sort.

I opted for Barbeque flavoured mackerel, surimi sticks, tomatoes, garden peas, wholemeal bread thins, and some misshaped cream eclairs for afters. The after-effects from the AstraZeneca vaccine meant things didn’t taste as normal by a long way yet, but a 6.5/10 for taste was given.

It went down alright; the sauce was a little hot, but that was okay, it helped to get some flavour through to the taste buds.

My hatred for being given this AstraZeneca vaccine, and the thought of having the second needle-full, depresses and scares me. As does my inability to report the effects to the Doctor.

My mind is still not right,

I’m in a terrible plight,

I’m losing the fight,

My sanity just might,

Be disappearing from sight,

My logicality is very slight,

Depression is at its height,

AstraZeneca vaccine; is my deadly Kryptonite!

Good night!

Incubi Inchie -Tuesday 16th Feb 2021 Diary


INCHCOCK TODAY

Tuesday 16th February 2021

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 16eg Chwefror 2021

2230hrs: Woke, so happy that Colin Cramps attacks least night, were far shorter than they have been, and I’d managed to get about four or five hours in the arms of Sweet Morpheus.

Almost on automatic-mode, I got up caught my balance and took a wee-wee. Vicious it was, no idea why. The volume of it nearly almost took the bucket from my grip!

Then, I did the pre-dump Health Checks. A big difference today. The Boot’s Sphygmomanometer readings were better, the SYS 137, DIA 70 and the PULSE 87bpm. That looked good to me.

The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, offered a reading of 37.4°c – 99.32°f. A smidge high, I thought, but less than it had been yesterday.

I got the morning medications taken. And cracked on with the updating of Monday’s diary. Got it done (Not a lot left to do), posted it off, sent the email link, Pinterested a snap or two, and went on Facebooking catch-up.

Then had to make up a template (this one) for today’s diary. Got this far with it, and checked the WP comments. Then started the next template. It was becoming a grind, as my concentration was letting me down terribly.

Then, I had a summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet room.

CW02: I sat, and just one that this was going to be a Constipation Konrad event. I got a couple of clues answered, then the motion began. Grindingly slowly, eventually, the action finished. I stood and looked at the red, and dark brown nuggets, with white spots in amongst the cam filled bowl. No blood flowed, though! I had to refill the tank by hand four times to get it to clear fully. A relief came over me that at last after so long, things had moved at least. Then as turned from washing…

: There on the floor were some of the smaller nuggets! Hazlenut sized, that must have either came out as I dropped the pants, or after I’d stood back up. It was embarrassing either way.

Made the first brew of Glengettie, and updated this diary, then onto the template making again. But remembered to do the Post-Dum,p Health Checks! SYS up, DIA down, as was PULSE.

  The body temperature from earlier had shot up into the red area, at 38.5°c – 101.3°f – which was not good at all! If I remember, I’ll retake it again later on, and if it is still high, I’ll phone 111 and ask for advice.

On ith the slow job of doing the templates again. I’ve got this one, and Wednesday’s was done, so I’ve got Thursday’s now. Did Fridays, and now need to make some more graphics, so, onto CorelDrawing.

Stopped to get the ablutions done, a stand-up job, cause I was shivering a bit again, and made sure I’d got some warm clobber to put on, afterwards.

The teeth cleaning was painful, more bits fallen off of the molar. The saving was made hard work, between SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) and SS (Shaking Shaun) they did a good job this morning, of cocking things up. No sooner had I stopped shaving, SSS and SS both disappeared? Tons of dropsies and three tiny nicks. I was still getting the odd shivering bout.

I made a brew of Glengettie, it still doesn’t taste right, you know, Tsk!

I retook the temperature. It was lower than the first two goes, so maybe it’ll be okay. 36.9°c – 98.42°f.

I did a quick update on this blog, and then checked the delivery time ETA of the Lemon Puff biscuits due today. They haven’t been dispatched yet. I wanted to see Deana, see if she’s not too busy and ask her to ring the Doctors for me. Ah, well!

Back on CorelDraw to make graphics. Got a couple done, and Sister Jane rang. We chatted for a few minutes, mostly me moaning about feeling so bad again, Hehehe! She had to shoot off for her second Covid-vaccination.

I decided I’d close the computer down, and get myself sat-down with a quilt over me. I’ve got the thermal hat on, the massive but usually warm XXL PPs on, and the heating is on, but I still keep getting the shivers. If I can fall asleep, that sounds like a good idea…

The mobile phone burst into life. It was Warden ILC, Deana. Checking on how I was. I moaned about the fools expecting me to cope with the self-test kits, and chuntered on about the shivering, coughing and sore throat. Anyway, I’ve to stay in the flat for seven more days. Which is going to get mucky – how do I get rid of my waste-bags? Fed-up!

Got a bottle of spring water on the ottoman, no desire for any food yet. Took the evening medications early, just in case I fall asleep. (Fat chance, with Colin Cramps performing!) Turned off the computer, and went into ‘Morbid-Mode’.

Gave up trying to sleep, got up for a wee-wee, and stayed up.

Incrusted Inchcock – Friday 12th February 2021

♥ A gang of TFZers at the Pond again – Mary loves that dingy! ♥


Friday 12th February 2021

Finnish: Perjantai 12 Helmikuuta 2021

22:45hrs: Not going to get much done again on this diary. I woke from slumber, more than sleep. The painful dry, sore throat, tight chest, dizziness, loss of balance, shivering, and the inability to organise the littlest thing, (that’s a new one!) and the eyes were running, then the coughing started off.

I’d hoped the Doctor yesterday, would have suggested something for me to take to ease the symptoms, but no.

I got the B.P. taken, the Sys and Dia seemed alright-ish to me. The Pulse was again so very high, this time at 97bpm—the Chinese (Hong Kong) made by, Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, was up in the danger-Red section, at 38.1°c.  Oh, dearie me!

I forced myself to get the updating of yesterday’s minimal news diary done. I was confused and struggling to get things done. Concentration kaputt!

But pressed on, keeping amazingly calm about things?

Sent it off, emailed the link.

To the kitchen, with the intention to get some potatoes into the crock-pot for, later on,  might be up to eating something then. Then I saw the dollop of a stew I’d made yesterday and not eaten, I even tried stirring it to see if it looked eatable. It wasn’t!

I threw it away, took me ages to drain and double-bag it, so it didn’t leak in the chute.

Then I got the new potatoes in the slow-cooker and left then on a high setting. Later, I must remember to keep an eye on it and turn it down to low.

I had a turn, and I decided to sit down for a while. Well, I was feeling awful and considered pressing the wristlet alarm. I fell to sleep for about five hours! I must have needed it, my body was telling me?

I woke, and it was completely disoriented. I took me a while to reclaim my awareness and work out what had happened. Then it dawned on me about the potatoes in the crock-pot, Oh, heck!

Off into the kitchen to check on the spuds… well it’s hard to believe I know, a man of my calibre as well, but I’d not turned the power on at the socket! So, I did!

As I decided I’d better get the ablutions sorted, along came the Porcelain Throne summoning. That was a messy job, painless mind, so no complaints from me. Trotsky Terence was making a determined comeback! And what a mess to clean up afterwards, at least I handily placed. Hehehe!

I opted for a stand-up wash, else I would be late getting to see Deana, to get her to call 119 for me. The teeth cleaning had three dropsies, a neuropathic arm wobble, and a cut gum. The shaving had four dropsies, all razors, and only one tiny cut!

Medicationalisationing went well, and the dressing only one mini-tumble, no harm. I got the trolley-guide and made my way out and down the lift.

Out through the caretakers’ passage, onto Chestnut Walk… Gawd, it was cold out there… Brrr!

♫ I simply must go (But, baby, it’s cold outside)
The answer is no (But, baby, it’s cold outside)
Your welcome has been (How lucky that you dropped in)
So nice and warm (Look out the window at the storm)
My sister will be suspicious (Gosh your lips look delicious)
My brother will be there at the door (Waves upon the tropical shore)
My maiden aunt’s mind is vicious (Gosh your lips are delicious)
But maybe just a cigarette more (Never such a blizzard before)
I’ve gotta get home (But, baby, you’d freeze out there)
Say, lend me a coat (It’s up to your knees out there)
You’ve really been grand (I thrill when you touch my hand)
But don’t you see? (How can you do this thing to me?)
There’s bound to be talk tomorrow (Think of my lifelong sorrow)
At least there will be plenty implied (If you got pneumonia and died)

Sorry about that, I went off track a little there.

Got into Winwood Court, and knocked on the  Wardens, and ILCs (Independent Living Coordinators) Interrogation and body-search room Only Generaloberstess, Ice-skating champion, Warden Julie in, she was on the phone, so no bother, I waited until she’d finished. Then explained the situation, and she said she’d call the 119 number and arrange a testing kit to sent to me. I thanked her and back to Woodthorpe Court. 

The ground floor lobby had been creeded, a message on the board was about the laundry room being closed for flooring in there. There was not a soul to be seen. And, I got the lift quickly enough. Both were on the fifteenth floor together when I got to the lobby, never seen that before. Not that it matters, I don’t know I mentioned it now. Haha!

I got back to the flat, and I found a bag on the floor outside the door. Dang, dang, dang… dang! I opened the bag, to find a pair of comfy looking slipper boots! They could have only come from Jenny, I was sure of it.

I got the trolley stored in the corner, and I began to sweat profusely. Bit of dizzy came over me, and the telephone rang at the same time. It was Jenny, I’m afraid that what we spoke about is lost in the ether, I really am not feeling too good again. I hope I thanked her for the slippers. ♥

As much as I love it when someone calls me, at this time, in my state, I couldn’t really grasp what was what. Then Brother in Law Pete rang me. I have the same problem in remembering what we spoke about, which worries me, but seem to have the idea that it was a longish call, and I got more into it as time passed, and am confident that we had a laugh. I don’t like it when this almost instant forgetfulness comes over me. At times today, I’ve had moments of lucidity, short ones, fair enough, then I’d go back into the land of Confusion Conrad. My EQ spoke, telling me I can do nothing to help, go with the flow???

I checked the potatoes, and that I had really switched the power on, all okay! I had another sweating session, it was pouring out? Seconds later, it felt wet because it had stopped and cooled down. I wiped the head, and no signs of any pyretic dampness now? I wish they would send someone to look at me, even if only to convince me that I am or am not going bonkers!

I made my first mug of tea for ages, and I drank it okay, then maybe the taste buds are coming back online? I carried on with the blogging. During which, a message came up. Telling me that the Thompsons Punjana tea had been delivered. News to me? And even I can hear when both bells are pressed at the same time.

I went to check outside the door. Ah, there was the package of teabags! Well, that was right-good timing, I down to the last 50 or so Pumjana, so this perked me up a smidge! I got the bags from the box, into dry storage. I was so pleased that Amazon is still doing these bags because they are my second favourites of them all. Glengettie being the tip dogs.

There I was typing away again. I decided to get the second set of Health Checks done. And make a brew of course, but the tastebuds failed also! The SYS was up a smidge on the earlier results, at 150. DIA 69, Pulse at 96bpm.

The temperature reading made me cringe somewhat. 39.3°c – 102.74f!!! Oh, heck! Still, it didn’t matter to the Doctor when I told her yesterdays readings. But it worries me! The high Pulse rate and Temperature are far above the average expected. You can see by this I clipped from the XL file, if it keeps on going up, I’ll most likely internally combust! Hehehe! Does no one care? Daft question, I’ll take that back!

I was deep in concentration doing the blog, and the worst-ever visit from Dizzy Dennis came over me. I was sat down but still held onto the Hopewells E-plan, 1966 cabinet which the computer is on. I decided to press the panic alarm, I could not get out of the chair, I almost toppled over when I tried it…

Disaster, I’d left the alarm bracelet in the wet room. I gave it about ten minutes until the haziness lifted a little. Grabbed Metal Micky, and took the slowest ever limp to the wet room, carefully and nervously. When I got there and put the wristlet on, I was instantly nauseated, luckily it couldn’t have happened at a better time nor place, with me standing in front of the Throne at the time. I was sick into the bowl, not a lot, but it left a metallic taste in the mouth. I stayed in the wet room for a few minutes, just in case a second bilious bout was due. I began to feel much more comfortable in myself, the dizziness gone, but not the metallic taste in the mouth.

I’m getting miffed-off about whatever unembraced ailment that’s attached itself to me. Cold or flu mayhaps, it’s having a ball, with my body and mind as its toys! I bet Shakespeare would have liked to use this description? Hehehe!

I got back on the computer again, and noticed that the veins on the back of the right hand, were far less prominent than usual? There were far fewer showing through and lost the blue colouring that is normal for me. Hey-ho!

I got the medications belatedly taken with a drink of the spring water. It dawned on me that since this flu bug, I’ve missed no end of medications without realising? Might be a cause of the veins hiding? Then again, maybe not.

I have been thrown out of sync with the sleep being so varied these last few days. And when I glanced at the clock, was amazed to see it was an hour beyond my usual head-down time! Still, I’m feeling a little better since the spewing-up, I pressed on, and read and replied to some comments on WP.

In came another phone call, it was a lady from and about the Covid-19 vaccination. I answered her questions, and when I told her my condition, she said ‘We cannot do you until you are feeling well’. ( Feeling well, me? Come on!) So, I have to go through the laborious time consuming, booking routine again! This is sad, but can’t be helped. I mentioned that today’s body temperature was 39.3°c – 102.10°f, I was after confirmation that it was too high, really. But she just carried on talking as if I hadn’t spoken. So, I slipped in and mentioned that the Pulse was 39.3 bpm. Ignored again. But I understand, though, they must be terribly busy, so took no offence. Oh, dear, int life a bugger sometimes!

I tried again to get a delivery slot for the Amazon-Morrison order for next Saturday. But got it taken as being for tomorrow! Ah, well! The only delivery slot left as well. Luckily there is no frozen stuff on it, and only a couple of fresh things than need going in the already filled to capacity, fridge.

Took the evening medications. Went on WordPress reader, some fantastic photos and blogs on there today. Made a brew, and even with it being Thompsons Punjana, the taste bud would not allow me to drink it. Back to blogging.

A couple of hours later, and I went to make a brew of Glengettie tea. The taste-buds were not working, and it tasted foul. I took a couple of photos, ahead and to the left and right, from the new kitchens thick-framed, view-blocking, impossible to get at to clean, designed by some old-people hating draughtsman, for the Nottingham City Homes Management, who I find it hard to believe they would have fitted these types in an aged people complex (there that’ll get me thrown out, Hehe!)

Still, I’m happier here than at the old house by a mile. Even when in the lockdown, and not seeing anyone for weeks. Har-har! No that’s not night. I’ve seen the odd nurse, the fantastic wardens, delivery people and had a chat with the female ghost who haunts the flat. She didn’t reply, though.

As I stood up, Arthur Itis’s knees and especially Cathys Cartilage made me stop in my tracks. Yee-Gawd the agony! I got the sensation from my EQ that this may be a good sign. If whatever it is that has made into a gibbering, being sick, feverish, sore-throated, coughing wreck, just might be lessening its grip on me? Of course, it might be wrong, but in reality, is rarely so.

I dropped the pants and had a nosey at the legs. Not a pretty sight, Hehe! Something strange and supernatural was going on because the bullet hole from when I first got shot wound was clearly visible? Impossible innit? Cathy’s Cartilage had hardened a lot? The regular spider, trunk and reticular varicose ones, seem to have almost disappeared. Not to mention the hair on the knees that have also quixotically gone AWOL?

There’ll be reason and or cause for this. But it beats me what it is. The best guess is, it’s the effects from the obstreperous mysteries of Woodthorpe Court; the phantoms, kelpies, spectres, poltergeist, spirits, manifestations, zombies, demons, cacodemons, rakshasas, hellions, aliens, extraterrestrials, hobgoblins, apparitions, elfins, pishogues, apparitions, gremlins, ghosts, and goo-like ectoplasms! Thus, turning me into the querulous, jibbering wreck, I am today. Hehe!

Further proof that the flu bug was easing off was when I glanced at the clock, expecting to see something like 14:00 to 1500 hrs, it was 19:30hrs! This bug has done a good job on me, I’m disoriented, confused and fed-up. I pray it is not playing a cunning ploy with me and returns full-blast again. But I do feel a bit better, at this precise moment. The shivering, sweating and eye aches have reduced greatly. God willing! Fingers crossed. And some else, the wee-wees have dried up, I had many less than usual today? I know I’ve not been drinking so much tea because the taste-buds failure makes the tea taste horrible, but I’ve more than made up this in the fluid intake with the spring water. Confusion Conrad is visiting again. Haha!

Did you notice that? My sarcasm and humour are returning! I must be getting better!

I’m suddenly feeling so weary. No idea if I’ll be able to sleep, so I kept on blogging on this post, see how it goes. It’s 22:00hrs now.

I’ll have to get my head down, I’ve not… Fungleboggles! The potatoes. I quickly got up, but no serious loss of balance and off to check the crockpot. Which was looking fine, such are values of using a slow-cooker,

But, in my haste to get to the kitchenette, I clouted my shoulder against the door frame, knocking down some hand-washed clothes. This kicked SSS Shuddering Shoulder-Shirley off. And bending to pick up and sort the gear, BPB Back-Pain Brenda joined the list of activated ailments. I felt like things were coming back to near normal now! Hahaha!

I took an extra pain-killer with the much, oh, so very late evening medications.

I turned off the computer, and I got a nosh of sorts made-up, and I thought this time, I might enjoy eating! I savoured the overcooked potatoes though, I’d added a drop of Soy sauce, and, could taste it! Methinks the linguae are slowly getting back to working again. Grrreat! I just left the tray on the second-hand, imitation leather, splitting various places, and with a broken wheel, chair. And put the TV on, that’s bound to send me into the land of nod. I thought.

But no! Unaware of what I was watching, I waited for the commercial break to come on. Then, Colin Cramps started in the left hand, and sleep was out of the question. I got the Phorpain from the Ottoman, and I rubbed it in well, but it didn’t seem to ease things at all. Then I tried, an extra Codeine 60g, again without getting any relief. I was getting more and more frustrated. A couple of hours later, Colin Cramps eased off in his attack on the left hand. Minutes later, it was the lower left leg that caught his venom! Phorpaining, the leg, was so painful getting to it, that BPB kicked off. I was in near agony for another hour or so, until Colin got fed-up, and departed.

Somewhere around 03:00hrs, it was, I think, I got off to sleep. And apart from one taking a wee-wee, slept for 4 hours, waking at 07:00hrs, feeling much better!

Innocuous Inchies Diary – Thursday 11th February 2021

TFZer Yahoo! ♥

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Thursday 11th February 2021

Maori: Taite 11 Pepuere 2021

02:55hrs: I’m afraid things aren’t too good this morning healthwise.

Bad, in fact. Pains in the right fib cage, dizzy heavy, dry eyes, coughing, wheezing, a hell of a sore throat, too! A heck of a farce getting out of the recliner, I all but went over as I stood up

The mind was muddled. As I took a wee-wee, the bucket was almost full! I thought about the Amazon Morrison order that is due this morning, then there is the Covid-1- Vaccination in the morning, I was certainly not in any condition to get there at the moment. Maybe the nurse can give me something to helo me come-round a bit?

I’m not sure how I’ll go with the ablutioning either. The comments on WordPress, I was not able to concentrate on at all, sorry folks.

I made a start on the Health Checks while I was able to. Why I don’t know, but I couldn’t get the Boots Sphygmomanometer to work, I gave it several attempts, but the shaking and shivering might have summat to do with it?

The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, worked fine enough.
I’ll give it another go on the BP machine later. That is if I don’t get feeling any worse than I already do.

I got the updating to the Wednesday log done, no doubt with many errors and mistakes made along the way. Pinterested some snaps, and emailed the link. Onto Facebook, but not for long, as I said, I was terribly confused about things. WP comments next, and then the WordPress Reader section.

Went to make the first tea of the day, Glengettie – but I’m not sure if I will be able to cope with it, I’ve started the regurgitate bits of food, or phlegm, now! Humph! The tea tasted totally different? Didn’t drink it.

Time to get the ablutions done now, so I can get it done before the food is delivered by the Amazon shopper. Gawd, it felt cold, even with the heater on full. Brrr!

  • ABLUTUIONALISATIONING REPORT:
  • I had to start with a Porcelain Throne evacuation. Not too messy, maybe Consiptation Konrad is making a comeback?
  • Toothache Terence was a little bothersome, but nowt serious.
  • The shaving was a smidge fraught, Shaking Shaun, you know. Only two tiny nicks. Fair does, they bled well!
  • The showering had its moment as well, clout on the elbow against the grab rai, and I bent down to retrieve the dropped shower gel and banged the forehead. Ah, well!
  • Drying off was trouble-free, Yes!
  • The medicationalisationing was almost perfect! Just Cartilage Cathy was any bother!.
  • Struggling to get the PPs on, and over I went down backwards on my bum – banging the shoulder, I clouted in the shower.
  • Harolds Haemorrhoids were not happy with me!

As I was coming out of the wetroom, I found myself singing away? The door throat had eased a bit, the coughing was as frequent but seemed less of it? The pain in the right chest had reduced – no understanding or reason that I can find?

I took the morning medications. I was still feeling a little perkier than earlier – but with the taste buds dying, I think I’ll call 111 later.

The body temperature was right again.

I tried the Sphynonamity As I caught up with this blog, I got two text messages, from Amazon. My Morrison-Amazon shopper is on the way. At 08:55hrs, the intercom burst into life, but I could not hear what the lad was saying. I hobbled out to meet him in the lift lobby, he soon arrived, and he put the bags in the hallway for me.

I thanked him, and off he trotted.

While I thought of it, I used the Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. Not too high at 159, DIA at 84, Pulse bit high maybe at 96bpm?

I moved the bags into the kitchen.

I concentrated on sorting the double ordered items I bought, what a clot, I thought when I made the order, it was for next Thursday. Jenny Nora and Frank, and the Wardens can benefit from my idiocy. Hahaha!

I skillfully loaded the waste bags and one from Amazon, onto the trolley-guide, and out to the waste chute room.

Caught a lift down to Jenny’s, and left the parcel outside their door.

Back up to my floor, with its Modern Art wall painted decor.

Got in the flat and hand-washed the
Made in Myanmar (Burmese) made, maroon zip-up jacket, Al done, rung, rinsed and hung above the kitchen sink, to drip dry for a few months.

I made some parsnips, carrots, red onion and a few potatoes.  As it was flavoured with Oxo meat and vegetable seasoning, and some mild chilli powder and yellow capsicum.

Pound to a penny that I don’t eat it, with my tastebuds out of action.

All earlier ailments returned instantly as it someone had turned a light on! I’m going to have a sit-down. And unwind. Jenny called me on the mobile.

I fell asleep, and nearly fell off of the chair as I woke up, Hehehe! This was the end of sleeping for the next, but doing anything was beyond me. I just sat with the sore throat, coughing, shivering, and rib pains, and didn’t do anything, but could not get back to sleep. Things were bad now.

I got a call from the Doctors surgery, about tomorrows vaccine jab. I explained how things were, and the lady said she would have a talk with doctor Vindla, and she would ring me back. I thanked her.

She phoned ten-minutes later. I struggled to hear what she was saying, but the gist of it was: Ask Warden Deana to call, 119 and book a Covid-19 test via mail. Do not go to the vaccine inoculations tomorrow! So not be tempted to take extra Codeine 60g. Get back in touch if things do not improve.

The rest of the day, I sat, moped, coughed, gargled for the throat, and feared what this new rib pains were, I’ve enough ailments without a new one.

I noted a football match was on the box. Watching the news, then the weather, a chap said tonight it night get down to -13°c, in Scotland Brrr! I grabbed the camera and took a photo of the screen. Ah, this was a firecas for Saturday.

It took many hours, but I did get off to sleep, for two hours! Woke up coughing, hurting sneezing now, and decided to get up not that I’d got down!

Not good, Humph!

Intaglioed Inchcock -Wednesday 10th February 2010 Diary

TFZer Lillie – I wish it were true!

Wednesday 10th February 2010

Tuesday 21:10hrs: Gave up trying to get any sleep, and got up. Had a wee-wee, made a brew, and begot another wee-wee.

A persistent dry cough seems to have developed?

I made a start on updating the Tuesday diary and pressed forth with it for a couple of hours. Had a wee-wee, made a mug of Glengettie tea, and the stomach started rumbling and grumbling a little threateningly. Off to the Porcelain Throne with as much haste as I could summon.

I got myself seated, and thought I’d sat on a thysiastery! Gawd, did I go through it. Trotsky Terence ensured that the splattering, sploshing and misery of a vicious aching stomach, as things flowed, shot and squirted out! I put this miserable evacuation down to my having had a little too much flavouring and peppers in the CCC (Chilli-Con-Carne) last night. I was feeling so nauseous, queasy and weak afterwards. Never has one man, had so much cleaning up to do after an evacuation! The only thing good about it was that the nearly all liquid vacated product was cleared with one flush! The clearing and cleaning of the splashes and myself took me ages.

A weakened, slightly demoralised, stomach ache-suffering Inchcock, returned to the computer, realising that had he not got up so ridiculously early, it would have so much worse a catastrophe, as the gurgling started, if I was still in the recliner at the time. I certainly would never have made it to the wet room in time! This thought made me feel a little better, not well! But not so bad. Of course, the tight innards and stabbing pains continuing told me to be ready for another calling to the Porcelain Throne Thysiastery again soon!

I had another wee-wee, washed, and went to make another mug of Glengettie tea. And started the Health Checks off.

The BP, had a low SYS of 150, DIA of 72, and the Pulse was 84bpm.

In Hong Kong, by the Chinese Harpin Xian Di Company, a reliable contactless thermometer gave a good reading in the green, of 36.7°c – 98.06°f. Which is fair enough for me.

Another wee-wee, then I got back to updating the blog. Finished it, had a wee-wee, washed, made another brew (Thompsons Punjana this time), then posted the Diary to WordPress. Pinterested some snaps emailed the link, and I went on Facebook catch-up.

The innards were actually getting more bothersome now, a second calling is on the cards soon, methinks.

A wee-wee and mug of Glengettie, and snapped a half-decent morning shot of the view from the thick-frames light and view-blocking kitchen window.

Then I went onto CorelDraw to get the templates built. I had a decent crack at it and got a couple made up.

Then a dual-reasoned visit to the wet-room, on my way to get the ablutions started, and gurgling from the innards, along with simultaneous involuntary movements from the rear end, forced, me to imitate a Cruise Missile, and go like the clappers to get to the Porcelain Throne (2) in time! I made it by a whisker, Phew! I much different evacuation this time. I think the Constipation Konrad is fighting back for supremacy, he’s still a long way off of winning, but the product was like mini-waffles, painful for the first time in five or six visits, but still not messy. I look forward to visiting the Throne for the third time, with fear, anticipation and dread! 

Not really, I just thought it was a humorous thing to say. I’m going batty, losing my trains of thoughts, and going batty, you know?

However, there was a silver-ling detected, in the wet room, and I was in there for a long time with the Throne visit as well, but apart from the accompanying wee-wee on the Porcelain, for over an hour, I did not need a wee-wee! Leery-Smile-Given! Which didn’t last for long, this was going to be one of my better ablution sessions. Still, I had a few decent ones lately!

Teeth cleaning, I lost another chunk from the top molar that is breaking up, but only one drop of the toothpaste tube! – Shaving, five dropsies, three nicks, and I broke one of the razors… Please don’t ask how; one-second there I was shaving my neck hole, humming away merrily to myself, and suddenly bits of plastic and the blade just dropped through my fingers down my back, and onto the floor?

The showering was not so good either. This was worrying a bit at first, and slightly, erm, crude, but I’ll tell you. I’d been round the rear-end having the crevises shower gelled, the old loofah did its job.

As I turned to change the heat level on the panel, the adventitious right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance kicked-off, with a short but brutal flailing performance, and had me down on one knee – which Arthur Itis and Cartilage Cathy were not happy with! Argh! Getting back up (Thank heavens for the grab bars), spurred BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda), into giving me what-for as well! Double-Argh! 

At least the feet and legs, apart from the knees, were looking good.

If anyone had told me 70-years-ago, that I’d end up with all these ailments, have a heart operation, lose my memory, start stuttering, get shot, twice! Have trouble with the ears and eyes, contract Rheumatoid Arthritis, a Duodenal ulcer, get Peripheral Neuropathy, a stroke, diabetes etc. I would have laughed at them! Sad innit?

Anyway, medicationalisationing went well.

I made some brekkers. And tried to get a Morrison delivery slot for next week. It would have been easier to but some Rocking Horse sh…, but never mind.

I got some waste bags made up and put them in the walker-guide bag in the hallway.

Off to the kitchenette to make another brew of Glengettie. And I took four pictures with the Canon camera, of the beautiful morning view as the sun proffered shadows, and tried to come out to melt the earlier snow.

The dry coughing is no better yet.

I got an email from Sister Jane, with a humorous letter (photo), from the Nottingham Post newspaper, letters section. I had to smile at it!

I got the silly ode-blog made up and posted it off.

The Sainsbury order is due tonight, far too late for me, but it’s the only one I could get. Grumble-, moan, sob! Sainsbury’s email informed me that the shortages on order, were: Disinfectant, antiperspirant, shelled peas, leeks, and Sourdough bread, when I tried to scroll down further, a message informed me: Well fancy that!

With last weeks black-spotted potatoes, short-dated cooked meats, and no bread etc. how do they keep customers? Obvious to me, we proletariats, are stuck at home with the lockdown, have little option but to use them (Sainsbury’s). Iceland sent me green potatoes, chicken with one day’s life on it, and no sandwich thins or leeks, oh, and a leaking bottle of liquid soap! Asda refuse to come inside the building! Life is getting messier all the time! 

To try not to fall asleep and miss the Sainsbury order, (I know, it’s still five hours away, but with no sleep last night, if I did drop-off, it might be for a long time? I got on with doing the templates again.

I spent several hours trying to get the Kodak camera to work. It didn’t help with not knowing what the hell I was doing, should be doing, or even had done. But I kept my wonderful 100% record intact, and failed totally!

I cried, and then I tried again to get a Morrison order (through Amazon) in. Whippee! Got one for the morning, twixt 8>10AM I also ordered some more Thompsons Punjana tea bags.

Of course, I forgot all about the Sainsbury order coming this evening. Will I stay awake, or not? Wot a clot! Took these shots while waiting.

I found this photo on the DD card, why I took it. I’ve no memory of!

I was well done-in, by the time the intercom chimed out, from the Sainsbury driver. He asked why he had to come into the flats? I went down to meet him, we went up, and he deposited the nosh in the hallway. To shattered to make a proper meal, and the coughing and shivering started. At least I had a reet-treat, in some French Horn cake, I thought of Janet Aarron when I ate them, she has a fancy for them.

Washed the pots, took this snap of Chestnut Walk.

Got down and soon drifted off, but the coughing kept waking me up.

Not feeling good at all.

Inchcocks Terrible Ode (I did it cause I’ve got to stay awake for a food delivery) Sorry!

Morning Thoughts

I lay there, passing wind in the dawnlight,

And fell out of the chair, t’was a terrible sight,

Bruised and bloodied, getting back up was a fight,

Reached for wind-up torchlight,

Cathy Cartilage was stinging a mite,

The patella painful and tight,

I struggled up on my feet, alright.

Bet I’ll still be in pain, tonight,

My face and skin looked ghostly white,

Go on WordPress, well I might!

Make some Chilli-Con-Carnie? Today’s highlight?

I must be careful of the Kryptonite,

Not get excited, too keen or uptight,

Ah, the eye haemorrhaging, is a blight,

I’ll soak the knee in the bowl, it’s bakelite,

I’ve got food arriving, this Thursday night,

Glengettie tea, onions,  and Marmite,

Morrison’s might substitute things with dynamite,

Protection Pants, olive oil, well, they might?

This ode, I know is crap, and I feel contrite,

I’ll get summat to eat… Ah, I’ll have deviled eggs and Vegemite?

 

Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit

Irkable-Inchies Diary – Sunday 7th February 2021

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Sunday 7th February 2021

Dydd Sul 7fed Chwefror 2021

23:00hrs: I woke in a confused condition, and lay there, half-hanging-out of the c1968 recliner, with paperwork all over the carpet and ottoman.

But the brain recovered and started stutteringly working. I realised that all the form-filling that arrived and needed sorting must have been on my mind while sleeping? I was probably perusing it in my sleep, which is surely impossible?

I found the resolution to rise up on my feet, catch my balance and go for the daily early morning wee-wee. It was a long trickling job, it stung a bit too. (I later checked the NHS Wee Colour Card, it was on three, which is good) During which, I decided to get on with the updating of the Saturday (Gawd, I hate weekends – I’m not all that keen on weekdays nowadays actually!) I’ve no templates done, and I still need to create some graphics to make anyTsk! The plan was to do nowt but concentrate on getting on with it!

I opened the computer, well, turned it on, and opened CorelDraw and WordPress. But my plans had to abandoned as off to the Porcelain Throne I trotted!

Precisely the same type of evacuation as yesterdays first effort: No pain, no bleeding, no mess! Grrreat! All done and washed up within a few minutes! Back to the computer.

Pressed on with finalising the Saturday diary, did well, the ailments were hardly bothering me at all? Amazing! Smug-Mode-Engaged! Got it posted off, emailed the link, and Pinterested a coup[le of snaps. Then went on Facebooking.

Set myself ready to make a template for today’s blog, got it created, and a second-calling to the Porcelain Throne arrived. (Just like yesterday?) And turned out to be another carbon copy of that 2nd evacuation like from Saturday!

Sloppy, in messy slithery dollops, stunk awful, and much bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. More time was lost in cleaning things up, but today it was not such a lousy job, cause I got to the Throne in time. Washed and disinfected, and back to the computer again.

I read and replied to the WP comments. Went on the WP Reader Section, and finally, after hours of being up, I made a start on this blog. Two-minutes later, I needed a wee-wee, washed the hands and made a brew of Co-op 99 tea.

Then, CorelDraw went to get some graphics made-up, a long job, but I enjoy doing them, oh, another wee-wee first. Started graphicationalisationing at around 03:00hrs.

Around 05:30hrs, a third Porcelain Throne session had to be tended too, and I do not kid you… it came so suddenly, straight to the wet room, and somehow, I got there, but only just in time. Trotsky Terence is now in full charge of things. I dug out and took an anti-diahorrea capsule. Then back on with the graphics.

I got the graphics done, but not until 08:50hrs! I was ready to go back to bed, Hahaha!

Seriously though, for a moment. The ‘runs’ must be connected to yesterdays bad-do when I just gave up doing anything and felt rotten. Not good anyway. Not identifiably poorly, like in a haze? I could only sit down. Now the third Throne visit in what, eight or nine hours?  Mmm? Same again, but messier! Eurgh! Had a shave and shower, which went okay.

I took a snap of the bleeding eye, I think it is looking less bloodied now!

I got Josie’s nosh prepped as far as I could, and heard a clunk? It was a parcel being put through the door, a small one in an inner box? It was the Alert Wristlets for Warfarin. Although dearer than the last ones I bought (I break them regularly you know, Tsk!), they were not very thick or wide-fitting.

I nipped back to do some work on the blog, and I had problems with the WordPress Editor. The scroll bar had disappeared, making it hard work to change colours, modes, add graphics… well, everything really. I searched on Gooogle, to find that many other people were having the same problem, the only reply to one question from WordPress only worked o the new block layout, and I can’t get my head around that at all. I tried sending for help on all three channels available from WordPress, they were either gone, dead, or turned off! I turned of the blog and put it back on, but that didn’t help, then it dawned on me – Josie’s meal!!!

I hobbled hastily and got it ready, but it was twenty minutes passed when I got it to Josie’s flat.

Still, she was on the phone to her sister, and she didn’t seem worried, bless her.

I rushed around cleaning up after the cooking, and got mu saucepan filled with peppers, peas, chilli-meatballs, sliced some sweet carrots, onions, seasoned with sea salt, Oxo meat and vegetable cubes, and a pinch of chilli powder.

I went to move the potatoes, that had been in crock-pot for around six hours, to the saucepan. But they were rock hard still? If anyone likes green or hard potatoes; I can recommend Iceland to send some!

I left the saucepan on a minimum low heat and gobbled up a banana. I felt quite honoured at Iceland, sending some fresh foo that was not sour, green, mouldy, out-of-date, and edible. I must send them an email thanking them.

I had a bit of a job getting the rubbish bags gathered and sorted into the cardboard box. Some heavy loads were in it today. BPB kicked off as I bent to pick the package up onto the trolley guide, and has been lingering on and of ever since.

Of course; this Back-Pain-Brenda agony doesn’t affect me in the slightest. No, a man who’s suffered a change of heart for a plastic and metal one, a Barium meal gone wrong, a burst duodenal ulcer, been shot twice, fell of the back of a lorry on the A52, had a 100% record in his squash games, boxing matches, (he lost every one). The got Peripheral Neuropathy, a leg ulcer, and next, a stroke, and still didn’t complain later in life when he got Saccades, started stuttering, and was diagnosed as diabetic. No, a little thing like BPB isn’t going to bother me, oh, no… Well, maybe a bit then! Hahaha! Even when I got to the chute-room and trapped my knuckle on the cast iron drop lid, I merely laughed it off. Ahem!

On my hobble back to the flat in the lift lobby, the silent suddenly hit me.

In there, I could not hear the blasted ‘Hum’, or any of the machinery noises either, which were there when I got back in the apartment, of course?

It dawned on me that I had not taken the afternoon medications, nor had I done the Health Checks, either! So, I did! The SYS reading may impress Tim Price, 147, Dia 71, Pulse 95 – Grrreat! I can report to Tim, I took them very late in the day, and after three Throne-dumps!

Or was it four? Ha!

Time to get something to eat, the Inchy-made nosh of, Meatballs, onions, sweet carrots, potatoes (canned ones now), peas, black beans, parsnip, and yellow pepper. Riskily flavoured with chill powder, sea salt, squid vinegar and vegetable and meat Oxo cubes. It smells pleasant enough from where I am in the next room… Crickey, I have to go check it in case…

All okay, it’ll be ready in a while, five or ten minutes methinks. Had a spoon of the mix, the onions are terribly tough (thanks again to Iceland), everything else seems fine and dandy.

The meal looked a treat, a delight, appealing… but it wasn’t! The expensive sweet tomatoes had not cooked and were too hard to eat easily, I picked them out and dished them. The roll was a smidge stale tasting, I dished them. Everything else tasted fine… apart from the well in date lemon yoghourt, that had gone off! So, I dished it! Overall taste: 7/10. I put the things to soak in the sink.

A quick look to see if owt worth watching on the bo and, then getting washed and changed into the jammies. Then a prayer for Josie not to wake me again this week. She didn’t bless her! 

I turned the TV on, and then I nodded off. Woke ten-minutes later, thinking it was time to get up! As I struggled to get free of the recliner, it dawned on me what time it was, and I plonked back down in the chair. Minutes later, I was in the land of nod again, dreaming about a river in New Mexico, and searching for my lost camera, which had a 2-foot long lens extension? Two owls hooted as I passed them by. Other things happened, but no idea what now? I think I know where this dream came from, a site on WordPress. I woke again, thinking that a few minutes had passed, and four hours had!

Got up for a wee-wee…

Inchoate Inchcock Diary – Thursday 4th February 2021

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Thursday 4th February 2021

Hawaiian: Pōʻahā 4 Pepeluali 2021

Good Morning!

01:05hrs. I seemed to wake up more slowly this morning, it took a while to engage the brain. A few moments of vagueness, and utter disinterest in anything, soon passed, and I realised that I’d just had over five hours in the arms of sweet Morpheus, which surprised me a little after the four previous nights of broken, disturbed rest. Maybe things are going to go better today for me? What a stupid thought! My brain was near-fully operational, and the Thought Storms began. Thankfully, the need of a wee-wee broke the trend.

I rose calmly, and carefully from the c1968 recliner, and caught my balance easily enough. Hobbled over to the ‘unused’, overnight nocturnal wee-wee bucket, and boy what a shocker it was! Back to those of last year; Stinging like hell, bursts out for a few seconds, then went into a dribble mode with even worse pain! Silver Lining Search: There was no pre or after dribbling!

Started doing the Health-Checks, with the Blood Pressure on the Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. Great! The SYS was down to 130, it’s never been so low! Dia 83, pulse 79.
The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, gave exactly the same reading as it did yesterday, of 36.7°c. That was pleasing, cause I reckon that is a fair level.

I took the morning tablets. Please note that I did not miss last nights doses! Hehe! About time too!

I turned the computer on to do some graphics, then had a look at the emails. One indicated that L9 bus service is to be cancelled in apart of the Nottingham City Councils efforts to claw back £millions, due to Covid-19. There was an email address to offer our views on the subject, and I sent one. But it will inevitably have to go. Shame, but it can’t be helped.

I went to make a brew of Glengettie, and I got side-tracked (I do tat an awful lot, lately). Into sorting the seasoning cupboard out. Glad to say I’ve now got some various seasonings in hand. Mild chilli, basil, paprika, chives, various types of salts, peri-peri, etc. Soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, Squid sauce, normal and extra-strong matured Marmite (Hehehehe, lovely!), black pepper, too. Shame that Iceland and Sainsbury’s didn’t send me any fresh onions, leeks or shallots. Tsk!

I put the remainder of the mini-potatoes in the crock-pot, and added some chives and sea salt, leaving them to hopefully, marinate. Note how SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) encouraged me to tip in half the pot of chives? Grumph!

Titivating the fridge, and I came across this whatever it was in the photo on the right? It was snuggled in the door tray, hidden under some pots of milk. I wonder what it was? You have to laugh! Well, I did anyway, during which, I let pains in both eyes, not bad at all, but it worried me. So much that I got the camera to investigate.

It was the subconjunctival haemorrhage in the eye. But it didn’t look so bad as the last time.  I wondered why it was in the right eye this time, but the pictures looked the same as previously? It dawned on me after a while, the Nikon camera, now deceased; I’m afraid, had something called an unmirrored lens… I might be getting myself all confused here? Anyway, I sneezed a few times again, and now both eyes are itching like mad? My typical bad timing, with the vaccination due tomorrow, I don’t want to get in a pickle appointment-wise. Then, of course, Saturday and Sunday, so no help available. The left eye is getting filled with mucus, and making seeing properly difficult as the day goes on.

I went for another painful pee, of the same mode as the first one. And got started on updating the blog from yesterday. I fear many mistakes have been made with the eyes problems. I fear that if Saccedes Sandra comes on as well, I’ll just have to summon help.

It was uncomfortable and Oh, so slow job doing the updating. Got it finished eventually. Posted it off, Emailed the link, Pinterested a photo or two, then went on Facebook catch-up. Hard work seeing things correctly. Went on the WordPress Reader section. Next, I replied to the WP comments.

Then, I did some template adjusting, changed the font, I wanted to widen the main text body, but couldn’t. This might am not allowed on this template, or, as is more likely, I couldn’t remember how to do it. Tsk!

I put the computer into sleep-mode and got some handwashing done. The made in Myanmar (Burmese), maroon zip-up jacket, and the new made in India, Tru-Size pyjama bottoms-lounge pants, are not true-to-size very warm, but comfortable enough with all the heating on full.

Off to get the ablutions tended to. I had a nosey at the eye again, it looks a tad worse than yesterday, and the annoying itching continues. As for the ablutions, well, hardly any problems at all. It was as if I was in a dream! Total all the way through, there were only about six dropsies, nowt knocked over – Grrreat!

Back to the computer, and I saw the thick quilt that I was going to wash earlier. It was where I left it, folded on the clothes airer, so I wouldn’t forget it – but I did! So I set to washing it in the sink, and it was a bit of a job, with it being thicker. I then hung on the shower track in the wet room to dry.

I made a start on the waste bag assembling. And found four letters had been posted, I went off to investigate, one from the NHS – DVT Deep-Vein-Thrombosis Warfarin clinic with the results of the last blood test, the INR was up to 3.4, which is almost spot-on, at last something went right! Yee-Haa!

The next one, was from the City of Nottingham City Police, about the Pegasus listing I presume, I’ve not opened it yet. I must ask Deana if she can help me that one, it needs a lot of living details filling in about Winwood Heights.

Another from the NHS, telling to book an appointment for the Covid-19 Vaccine – this is the third one I’ve had, and the appointments were made last Wednesday, I think it was. Another, telling me the same thing, including a leaflet of what to expect and do at the appointment.

Sister Jane rang, I was in the middle of sorting out the waste bags, and she said she’d ring back. Which she did! I got the job cleared up, and she rang back with impeccable timing, as is her way. Haha! We had a good chinwag, Pete chipping in. He’s doing so well with his Big C – Super! We even managed a few laughs and a spot of reminiscing, too!

I got the waste bags on the walker and limped along through flat looby, to the end of the lift lobby, and into the chute room – not an uneventful little poddle as it turned out…

As I fumbled a little to get in without scratching the new paintwork with the trolley-guide wheels, the blasted git of a bad timer, SSS gave me a bashing at the worst possible moment! Just as I opened the cover and reached down to pick the bag up, SSS made me clout the back of my elbow joint on the cast iron metal!

I’m writing this a couple of hours later than when it happened, and the elbow still hurts! Grigglesbogworthy!

Of course, it didn’t bother me really.

I went down ion the lift to take the recycling stuff to the bin. The flooring chaps were working in the lobby, and the main front doors were out of bounds, so I went through the caretaker’s access room, and out to the big bin.

Back up, had a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea, rubbed some Phorpain Gel on the bashed up elbow, and top, the midday medications, olive oiled the lugholes nibbled some Pretzel pieces, the Honey, Mustard and Onion flavoured ones. Gawd they’re good!

I then investigated the chances of getting a Sainsbury order done for next Monday or Tuesday. I see what’s what and available, back in a bit folks…

Few options on slots I’m afraid, I had no choice than to have a late one – Fangnations! Wednesday 10th February 2021 – 18:30>19:30hrs. Still, I can look forward to getting some of the ordered minced beef to make the Chill-Con-Carne with, hopefully, some leeks, parsnips, onions and carrots to go with it this time. I’ve blocked substitutes on the veg, else I might have ended up their Sainsbury’s famous Super-Substitutes and got things like; a cheese knife, pickled walnut and/or some postage stamps.

The weariness is coming on. I put the delivery on the Google Calendar. Added some diced onions on the Iceland order for Saturday.

I got an email telling me that the damned charges for the mobile are going up again! That was nice… Grumphs!

A year or so ago, I called in the shop in Victoria Centre to cancel the contract… and the smooth, villainous, young Arthur Daily type assistant manager, said they could put me on a contract with free calls and texts, for a sim, at £15 a month. Naturally, I fell for the con. It’s gone up three times since, and a limit on free phone calls has come into play. Well, I don’t have Network Envy!

Going to get some nosh sorted, I’m fading fast here. Haha!

I took this snap from the kitchenette window, I’ve forgotten why, but there was a reason. (Tsk!)

Then I set to serving the meal up on the tray. And a decent one it was. The turkey slices were supposed to be Chilli-flavoured, some folks would have been disappointed, but the mild taste suited me down to the ground… Which is where some of the meat ended up when SSS gave me a rattling good shaking as I was getting it out of the packet! Cringleblastit! A worthy flavour-rating of 7.5/10, though. The sourdough bread had kept well, and as delicious with the Lurpac loaded on the slices! I noticed the bag’s writing had changed, and now states ‘Slow-fermented Starter-Dough’, what does that mean? I’ll get time eventually to ask Mr Google.

I washed the pots, and took the evening medications (that’s two nights remembering to take them on the trot, now! Hehe!).

Settled to watch two episodes of ‘Tales of the Unexpected’, on Freeview channel 11. Wonderfully, I flaked-out at the first set of adverts and was in the hands of Sweet Morpheus… Ahhh!