Inchcock Today – Fri 28 Feb 2020: Out in the wind, ‘wet-you-through’ rain to photographicalise. A mind-testing day!

2020 Feb 28

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Friday 28th February 2020

Turkish: 28 Şubat 2020 Cuma

00 Feb 28

GM06 DEEP RED01:10hrs: Once again, the sleep came in sessions of a few minutes, struggling to get back to kip, and waking-up again. I’m getting fed up with this. So very Agravannoying! I gave up trying to sleep, and rose from the second-hand, £300 recliner, that Brother-in-law Pete broke while he was flat sitting and stealing my valuables and cash. A rarity of late, a wee-wee was needed. So, I got the stick, caught my balance and hobbled quite quickly to the wet room. I noticed that the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) had not been used yestereve again.

wd 60.25.0 2 In the wetroom, things got a bit messy. As I whipped down the PP’s, I felt the congealed blood pull away from Little Inchies lesion, causing a spurting of the red stuff and an “Ooyee!” from me, as I took the pee! The wee-wee was another surprise, it was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) variety. So different from the last two days weak unwilling, rare trickles.

wd 60.25.0 2 The cleaning up took a while. As for stopping the leak, that was a masterpiece of cunning on my behalf. (Heads sways with pride!) I had, for the first time in months, had to apply a pad with the Corticosteroid cream, and the last Alginate dressing around it. I thought I might take an extra painkiller when I take the medications, as things were stinging a bit and tender to any touch. But the bulge now in the PPs was something to look at and dream. Hehehehe!

wd 60.25.0 2 Thank heavens I had the PP’s on, they saved a lot of extra mess to clean up. I got things wiped and finished the medicating, finding that Harolds Haemorrhoids were also bleeding a tad, so washed and Germoloid creamed that area as well. Then got a new pair of PPs on, and gingerly hobbled out to the kitchen. Boy, I smelt like a dispensary! Ah, well!

5Fri08wd 60.25.0 2 I got the kettle on and took a snap out of the kitchen window. It was possibly the worst photograph I’ve done in weeks. I wasn’t aware of any shaking, but obviously, there must have been? These mini-shakes often fool me, thanks to the Peripheral Neuropathy I reckon.

wd 60.25.0 2 As I turned after closing the window, Back-Pain-Brenda gave me one heck of a stab, and she settled down to stay with me, showing her affection frequently. I thought I’d better take the medications now. I got some extra Codeine 30g and tool one with the morning doses.

5Fri05The stinging from Little Inchies fungal lesion as easing off, at least. I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea and decided to move the trousers and other handwashing from yesterday, near the heater now they were only damp, they would not leak onto the wall heater.

Rumbling and grumbling erupted from the innards. Back to the wet room, I trudged, in haste, just in case, things started off of their own accord again. Nope! In fact, it was another windy false alarm! I got a few crossword clues while sat waiting to see if any movements may develop. Nope!

5Fri04I checked out Little Inchies Fungal lesion, and I was so pleased to see things had not restarted bleeding. I removed the Alginate dressing, (There went my pretending to be well-endowed!)

Then checked on the condition of the pins. Not bad at all! Yahoo!

5Fri03Back to the near cold tea, and started to do some work on the CorelDraw, to make a page top graphic. This took me over an hour, which was too long. I must think about this graphicationalisationing lark, enjoyable to me as it is doing them, I can no longer cope with them. After which I started on the updating of the Thursday blog.

wd 60.25.0 2 I was doing so really well, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were behaving, but Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley and Back-Pain-Brenda both had a ball, giving me hassle!

After finishing and posting the diary, I made a note on the calendar to remind myself to get some new Alginate dressings. The calendar looked very sparse compared to how it usually does. Of course, this sent me into a mini-panic mode! Had I missed something off? Oh, Frecklin-faltering-furious-fermenting-flapping & fear of failure!

Went on the WordPress Reader, then read some comments. Well, the one!  The drilling and banging continued, but it can’t be avoided, at least I’m getting out for a while to ease the headache. Haha!

wd 60.25.0 2 Ablutions time dawned. A few dropsies, but far less than normal. A short Dizzy Dennis attack when in the shower, it frightened me at first, but it was all over in seconds? Then, I got dried of and lubricated and medicated.

5Fri09wd 60.25.0 2 The sock-glide battle, I lost. Nicodemus Nigel caused a few finger trappings, and Shaking Shaun arrived as I was putting the frame back on the chair after use. It fell down along my right leg, starting the Clopidogrel scratches to bleed again. Never mind, it could have been worserer!

I got adorned and well wrapped up. I could see it was really belting down out there. Then carried out my pathetic double and treble checking dorrs, tops, electrics etc. all over the flat. And set out with the black bags for the waste chute. The workmen had to make room for me to get through the lift lobby, and they took the bags from me to put down the chute, bless ’em.

In the elevator down to the ground floor lobby. I hobbled along the link passage into Windwood Court’s lobby and called in the ILC’s Obersturmbannführeress Wardens strip-search and interrogation office, and dropped off the Manner Lemon Wafers for each of them. Then into the Winwood Social Lounge.

5Fri10wd 60.25.0 2 I nipped out a door, to take a shot of the flooded bottom field in Woodthorpe Grange Park. I shouldn’t have done that, I got soaking wet! Hehe! Schmuck!

We’ve got Storm Jorge due any day now. As if it wasn’t raining and blowing enough already!

5Fri11Some other residents arrived while I was outside. Welsh William, who lept an eye on me in case the door swipe would not let me back in, and the bookies dread, Malcolm sat with two other unknown to me tenants, and they had a chinwag while waiting to go out for the bus. I went to join in, but it became apparent that my having to keep moving to avoid Arthur Itis’s knees stiffening, and sadly my Stuttering Stephany affliction, was not appreciated. So, I left them to it and poddled to Winchester Court. Plenty of folk about, but none of them was interested in a chinwag. The thought of going out in the ‘Get-You-Wet’ rain for the bus didn’t encourage any nattering.

I poddled out to the bus shelter, but it was full, so stood in the rain waiting, and Caroline arrived and we had a talk between us. The gal has lost more weight again, she has family problems as well, but she kept herself in good spirits, bless her cotton socks.

Most folks bustled onto the Bestwood bound bus. A few got on the City one, as I did. No one to talk to from my side-saddle seat, so I got the crossword book out for the journey. Not that I solved many clues en route this time.

5Fri12I got off the bus last on Parliament Street. Just as well I did alight last, I might have got crushed or trampled in the mad rush off of the vehicle!

I was not going to stay out too long, but called at the two shops I intended to. Poundland, and the Bargain Shop. (That was previously called Poundstretcher’s) Had a hobble around town taking photographicalisations and getting wetter all the time. I’m going to do a post about the hobble around, in pictures, so won’t duplicate them all on here. Here’s a few of the trip around getting soaked to the skin. Hahaha! I’ll put them all on the other post when I get it done.

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5Fri24I tried to get under shelter to take the Slab Square photos. You would not believe how cold the fingers were, and I had just removed the woolly gloves to take this picture of them poor digits.

I had to keep emptying out the rainwater from the basket top tray.

5Fri21I got to the Queen Street bus stop, and Shirley joined me. We nattered and caught the bus home. She wisely sat at the back of the bus, so, no nattering again. Out came the crossword book, this time with a modicum of success! My pedagogical limitations on other clues were there normal sort of, ‘Blankness’ mode. Many of the unfinished puzzles were tackled again, but my failure caused dysbulia, and I gave up!

5Fri30As usual, I got off of the bus at Winwood Heights last. The others who got off first were encouraged by the wind and rain to shoot inside rapidly.

Leaving a lonely old Inchcock, with his walker guide and two bags of shopping hanging from the handlebars, to hobble in their wake, into 5Fri30the Winchester Court lobby. As I made my way through the passage and Winwood Social Lounge, I felt a bit of a wanwit, as none of my ‘Good day’s’, ‘Are you keeping well’s’, or ‘Good Afternoons’ was answered by any of the folks in there? I wondered if I had developed B.O., or my flies were undone? Ah, well! I plodded on through the link-walk into Woodthorpe Courts lift lobby. Caught the elevator up to the I2th floor, and exited into the lobby, the busy workmen’s area. I had a bit of a job to get through to the flats. But, got in after a bit of elbow knocking, trolley tipping, and painful clouting of my left knee on the door frame.

WDP 2awd 60.25.0 2 Fatigue overcame me almost immediately for some reason. As I was fumbling to get the bought stuff from the bags, I found I was feeling iracundulous with myself? Self-loathing and hatred flowed, and why? I didn’t really know? Had I forgotten something? Mmm? Not happy with this at all. Well, not happy with not knowing why is more to the point.

I put away the bought items from Poundl5Fri31and. Dettol disinfectant, disposable razors, spray bleach, and sliced Wholemeal rolls. Then the Bargain Shop purchasers: The brown extra-large Throw, Woolite Dark, Oxo vegetable cubes, a jar of beetroot, and a pair of scissors.

wd 60.25.0 2 By then, I was slumping into an unexpected, unaccountable, depression? So very agravannoying, not knowing why!

I decided to get changed into my night attire and have a wash.

5Fri32wd 60.25.0 2 As I took off the trousers, I went to empty the pockets, and there were only a few coins in there, yet I was sure I had a pocketful earlier on? Then, I found the hole in the pocket cotton. I also looked around and discovered the odd coin in the hallway, living room and kitchen! Hahaha! I think I may have lost some in town, on the bus, and walking through the link passages as well, cause there was nothing like the number of coins I’d had after paying up at the Poundland shop! I bet I left a trail everywhere I went! I sealed the hole with some Elephant tape, I hope it works. Miffed with myself about that! (Ah, that should have been Gorilla tape by the way)

My mind turned into a ‘Not-Bothered-Any-More’ mode! I got the nosh prepared, and thought about doing the handwashing. But the ‘Not-Bothered-Any-More’ mode made me Phwert! and leave it undone. I was a smidge surprised I even bothered making anything to eat!

wd 60.25.0 2 I nipped into the wet room for a rare-today wee-wee, and one of the most painful ever toe-stubbings against the seat-raiser leg somehow shook me partly-out of the depression. I found myself cringing with pain and laughing at my clumsiness, and inarticulacy at the same time? I washed and as I left the wet room, things were lighter, brighter, less worrying?

5Fri33wd 60.25.0 2 Back to the kitchen to get the meal served up. Feeling in much better spirits. Even my dropping one of the wholemeal Dagwood style tomato and ham cobs on the floor didn’t annoy me! Although struggling painfully to get back up from the floor, after retrieving the aforementioned food, rattled me a touch. Humph!

Again, getting to sleep took hours. When I did drop off, I woke an hour or so later, and I’d had the pleasure of a dream. I was flying as Superman would, on a starry night, with a cat, that I believe was Tim ‘Hancock’s ‘Silver’, flying at my side, and talking to me in an American toned voice, maybe we were racing each other somewhere, no more details available in the brain-box, I’m afraid.

I soon nodded off again. (Nice!)

Inchcockski – Wed 26 Feb 2020: Test results reveal a new ailment, Christened Prediabetes Petunia. They keep coming, Tsk!

2020 Feb 26

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Wednesday 26th February 2020

Zulu: ULwesithathu 26 kuFebhuwari 2020

00 Feb 26

GM06 DEEP RED00:30hrs: I stirred and passed wind, the gurgling, bubbling and churning from the innards, convinced me to rise and get to the Porcelain Throne with some haste.

As I freed my massively flobby-framed body from the £300, second -hand, c1968, sickeningly-beige coloured recliner and rose onto my feet, it dawned on me: “Aha! The Arthur Itis sharp digging pains from yesterday were no longer there! This is the second time this has happened. Why I have not the foggiest. Same as the first time, I was virtually crippled for a few hours, then it slowly eased off, and things have returned back to normal, still hurting of course, but not debilitating any longer. Oche, I’m baffled!

3Wed10aThe visit to the wet room proved a total failure, despite the gurgling from within, and escapages of wind, there was no movement whatsoever. Still, I got a couple of answers on the crossword done. Haha!

And got a shot of the pins. A few new Clopidogrel lesions, the knee-lumps and veins were showing far less, and a lot more colour tone to the skin. I reckon the Bamboo socks are helping things improve. And, I had remembered as ordered, to take the socks off at night for sleeping duties. 

Some new lesions that had been bleeding were feeling a little bit tender to the touch. I’ll mention it to Dr Vindla when I get to the surgery.

Ah, well, I anticipate, and my EQ advises me that the test results will be likely to show a new Inchcock ailment.

3Wed03Off to the kitchen, got the kettle on and sorted out the hanging to dry washing. I did note that the shirts seemed to have regained some of their original colour, (All bar the expensive brown thin one, that changed to green!) which initially baffled me a bit. Then I recalled that I’d used the Woolite liquid I bought so cheaply from the Bargain Shop.

3Wed05A glance at the bottle labels, and I noted it claimed to Revive Colours of darks. Blimey, a product claim that is true and works! Well, I never! I bet when I can get back to the store to get some more, it’ll have sold out! It’s bound to, my luck ain’t that good! Hahaha!

3Wed04As I took the tea back to the computer, I saw that I had gained some more bruises on the arm this time. What causes this, which of the ailments are to blame is another mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, illusions, delusions, and hallucinations, rife. Amongst my vague, palaverous, chimerical, inconsequential, torturous fight for existence! Back to the bruising. I looked up what might cause them: Medications that cause easy bruising, include Warfarin, Thrombosis, and Clopidogrel; Huh! I’ve got ’em all! So it should be expected to bruise easily. Which I do. There you are, at last, I’ve found something I’m good at! Gasconade Moment Enjoyed!

I had to try and sort out the broken mixed up medications in the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA supplied blister pack. But I’m not sure that I got it right with the beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate), with the tablets all mixed up in the damaged Pill-pack?

3Wed06Made a brew, and took some leaflets back to the computer with me. In a vain hope to get some clues as to which tablet is which.

The wee-wees today were all of the annoying, flipping INHBBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Barely-Trickling) mode, and pretty frequent.

3Wed08 The non-activity from the rear-end, might be partly through my having tried the Halloumi Fries, from Iceland last night? They were not cheap at £3 for 190g, but something told me they might taste good, and they did! According to the label, the only content was Halloumi Cheese? I looked it up and found it contains cow’s, goat and sheep’s milk. Originated in Cyprus. I enjoyed the taste, but not enough to pay through the nose for it. So, I shan’t try them again… Unless maybe I find some cheaper to try somewhere other than Iceland.

I got the computer going at last, and did some graphics on CorelDraw for page toppers, then made a start on this blog. Forgetting all about not having updated yesterdays yet. There are times when I worry about myself. Humph!

3Wed07WD 100.20.0 As I went to get some mushrooms and leeks into the crock-pot ready to put on when I go out later, Toothache Tim and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley both kicked off! I put some light soy sauce and red sea salt in with the food – now all I have to dop is remember to put in on a low-setting, and turn on the pot as I leave the flat. Are you offering any odds on my not forgetting?

I began to update the Inchcock Today for Tuesday. I gorrit done in a rush and tended to the ablutions. Can’t be late for the Doctors, Nurses, Dentists and Key Fob updating Wallahs, can I?

I got readied, and double, treble checked the state of the flat, and that I had everything needed, and departed.

I’ll be back much later on… TTFN. I’m back, and it’s tomorrow morning, as I try to catch up with the updating of this blog. (Who said retirement is boring? – Hahaha!)

WD 100.20.0 I set out, intending to drop off the waste bags down the waste chute, but could not get through the workings tools spread in the lobby, to get there. Then I realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Back to the flat to collect them, and when got back to the lobby, the chaps were again working. They kindly took the bags off of me and dealt with them. That was kind of the lads.

3Wed11Down in the lift and walked along Chestnut Way, no raining, and it didn’t feel too cold, by the time I got to the end of the road and turned down Winchester Street, the pavement was again blocked by vehicles. So, more of the risky, life-threatening as I had to go on the road to get by. Harumph!

Once I got half-way down the main road, I stopped to put my woolly gloves on. My fingers and hands were white, and oh, so cold? Yet the rest of my flobby-bellied, overweight, tubby body, didn’t feel cold at all?

My hobble along Mansfield Road to the surgery was relatively pain-free. No Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Back-Pain-Brenda, Anne Gyna, Hernia Henry, Reflux Roger or Toothache Tim bothered me at all. Confusing, but then again, how often does this happen to others as they eventually get an appointment to see their Doctor? Hehe!

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WD 100.20.0 I got inside and went to reported to the Oberstgruppenführeress receptionist. They are all nice gals really. One of them signalled me to sit down before I could log in, another nice gesture! I got seated, but Arthur Itis was not keen on the idea. I felt a right fool taking so long to just sit down, the looks from the other waiting patients, were varied. I got out the crossword book and was soon deep in concentration, mainly cause I got a couple of answers.

WD 100.20.0 Doctor Vindla came out to collect me, but I didn’t hear her at first, and she made me jump when she tapped me on the shoulder. More odd looks were spotted on the faces of the other patients, as I struggled up on my feet.

WD 100.20.0 I knew from the look on her face, that the test results were not going to be good. I took the opportunity to mention the lesions on the leg. She assured me, despite my telling her I haven’t had a fall in days, and am sure I have not been scratching at the legs (I can’t even reach them to do that! – ah, maybe in my sleep?), that I had been scratching at the legs? She then informed me of the Diabetic ailment I’d acquired. Well, no, not that, but Prediabetic. I was to go and see the nurse, who will go through what needs to be done and take some more blood for further tests. I thanked her and she walked me out to the Nurses treatment room to await being summoned.

WD 100.20.0 I made the mistake of thinking it might take a while and sat down to do the crossword puzzle. But it was only a couple of minutes and the most gorgeous site appeared! ‘Nurse Nichole!’ Wonderful, gladdening and uplifting! I’ve not seen her for months!

In her room, and she was going to take the INR Warfarin blood; until I explained that the beautiful Nurse Christina had taken it yesterday. She then got my permission (and thanks for) to forward my details to the Nottingham City Diabetes Services, who’s service includes: Telephone education, advice and support to both patients and healthcare professionals; emotional and psychological support; structured education programmes (both group and one to one sessions); continuous blood glucose monitoring; foot assessment; care-planning and insulin initiation and management. (I looked that up later) 3Wed15They will contact me to arrange an appointment, and put me on a weekly ‘training’ course, locally, for 19 weeks.

We had a little natter and laugh about other things. And off I poddled, dropping some nibble off at the reception, and out into the cold sunlight.

3Wed15aI limped slowly, deep in thought, then along to the Lidl Store. Not many customers about this morning. I got inside and had a meander around, looking for bargains or some tasty-looking treats. I resisted the temptation of looking at the cream cakes, for those are a definite no-no from now on, I think.

I got to the self-serve checkouts and bought: Puff pastries, caramelised onion chutney, Skipjack tuna in brine, anchovies, parsnips, cooked meats, tomatoes and Amaretti biscuits. The latter being a nibble-pressie for the Sturmscharführeress ILC wardens back at Winwood Heights.

I was not worried about the new ailment and thought of a new name for it. I came up with Diabetic Doreen or hopefully, Prediabetes Petunia! Hehehe! An interesting look-up on Prediabetes: This site gives menus for what you should be eating. A possibility of adiaphorous happenings if I eat any of these! I can see I’ll be popular in the training course. Tsk!

What you should be eating

However, it has kale, cauliflower, avocado, broccoli, spinach, brussels sprouts, eggplant, zucchini, or bell peppers on every recipe. All of which I have been told not to eat, due to my varied range of other ailments! Oh, dearie me! Now I’ve depressed myself!

I caught a bus back to Sherwood, and took some shots of the Charity shops on Mansfield Road, there was plenty to choose from.

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3Wed19Crossed over the road and made my way up to the L9 bus stop. Where I was greatly cheered to see Margaret and Doris amongst others, sat there at the shelter. I mentioned the diagnosis. Someone said: “Your not the luckiest of buggers are you?” Nayer a truer word spoken mate! Margaret, with her deadpan delivery,  soon had me laughing as we nattered on. Bless her!

We arrived back at the flats, and I remembered about the key-fob having to be re-set, in the large social room. I thought I’d enter via Winwood Court lobby and drop off the Amaretto nibbles, then walk through to get the fob sorted.  As I passed the front of the 3Wed20building, Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and desk-top dancer Julie opened the fire door to remind me to get the key-fob done.

I got in and dropped the biscuits off in the Wardens Interrogation and body-search office, and into the big social room.

3Wed21The fob was soon done, then I made my way back to the flat through the link-passageway. During which, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley enjoyed herself with a rather intense bit of quagswagging.Not for long, though. I got to the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby, and into the cage, and up to the flat, without seeing anyone whatsoever.

3Wed22The first job, I got some parsnips chopped and in the pan simmering with some sea-salt.

WD 100.20.0 A brief visit from both Shirley and Dennis had me shaking and wobbling a bit, but once again, it was only for a matter of a minute or so.

Put away the purchasers, and I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

Then got the nosh served up, washed the pots first, before settling down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, Charity shop-bought, rickety recliner to die! That was a bad misspelling! I meant, to dine! Hahaha!

3Wed23WD 100.20.0 Note the lack of chips, fries or potatoes on the plate? I’ve got loads of them still in the freezer, though. I hate the thought of giving them away, just in case I weaken at a later date! (Coy cynical laugh) Maybe, perhaps, possibly, if I just have chips or potatoes twice a week? Oh. dear! I’m dithering even more than usual over this! A taste rating of 6.5/10 given for this meal.

I got the TV on, but I nodded off before the programme I wanted to watch came on.

WDP 2aWD 100.20.0An hour or so later I sprang awake. The dentist, I forgot the Dentist again! Self-loathing, total disgust and despair grew!

I lay there, spitting insults with hatred and venom at myself, for I don’t know how long. Farmisht and ferdrayt at my own stupidity! I genuinely feared for my future saneness, rationality, stability and capableness. The lousy mind-boggling Thought-Storming started. No rest, peace of mind, and no sleep for yonks, either!

I think I could use some anxiolytics!

Where hope would once prevail

This morose rubbish was penned by Inchcock when he was at his lowest.

Having just missed a second appointment at his Dentists!

It flowed from his now even-more depressed mind easily. Too easily.

But, the old fool still posted it. Bless the poor old twit!

GC33

Where hope would once prevail

Where hope would once prevail,

Now there’s not even a contrail,

I’m  not exactly hearty & hale,

My failings, oh, I so want to wail,

My hopes have begun to pale!

Overweight, I’ll never be a Chippendale,

I believe I was born to fail,

Will my fortunes improve, my good flail?

No, more chance of finding the Holy Grail!

My good luck, I store under a fingernail,

My Accifauxpas, ever-grow in scale,

As my body does, it looks like a whale!

Whoopsidangleplops arrive, like a gale,

Worries, fretting, now no sleep to avail,

Still, it’s given me time to write this sorry sad, tale!

If anyone want to buy it, it’s for sale!

Evenin’ all!

Inchcock: Tuesday 25th February 2020: Nurse Christina and the Iceland delivery man, helped me today. I thank them!

2020 Feb 25

Not one of my efforts: But I love it! Queen opens personal Facebook Account

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Tuesday 25th February 2020

Scots Gaelic: Dimàirt 25 Gearran 2020

00 Feb 25

01:20hrs: I think I’d woken, fell out of the recliner, got my walking stick, and was on my way to the Porcelain Throne before the brain engaged? There I was, sat on the seat, wondering how I got there?

WD 128.0.128 Yuk! The movement flowed, stutteringly, I think that’s the right word. Being an algophilist, I almost welcomed the otalgia that kicked off in the left earhole! It distracted me from the totally antipodal evacuation I was going through. The Senna (it seemed) was suddenly working, and boy did it! The complete reversal had given me a messy, sticky, pongy and smeared with specks of blood experience. Sounds awful, doesn’t it? The innards churned and ached for the whole lengthy, stop-start process. I actually felt a bit weak when it was all over. No more Sennas or Movicol needed today then! I cleaned up the right extensive mess, on me first, then the porcelain. Medicated certain areas. Changed into new PPs, and noticed the stomach had not calmed down at all. I might be in for another visit shortly, methinks? Huh!

I made my way to the kitchen, got the kettle on, and was reminded of last nights Accifauxpas when I spotted a sole chip that I’d missed in cleaning up the one’s I’d dropped. Courtesy of Dizzy Dennis and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter failure. Oddly, I felt a little down remembering this incident, why when so many happen, I don’t know? But there you go. I just thought I’d say so. Hoho! (I might be losing it again here?)

IMG_3486WD 128.0.128 Sorting out the medications was a right hit & miss affair. The Pillmate pots. With the come-loose cellophane cover, had all the tablets mixed up in different pots and hidden stuck out of view on the cover! What a pickle I got into trying sort out what’s what.

ChemistI still don’t know for certain if I have taken the right tablets or not.

I must remember to thank the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA for their consistent incompetence. Not a bad record these chemists, they have gone downhill this year, at a fast rate of knots.

  • They failed to leave the Furesomides in the box to save my confusion, with them, the Codeine 30g and the Beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate) all looking the same to me! This, after the nurses and the medicines management lady phoning and telling them of the problem!
  • Then, they left me with no medications for five days, with their late delivery!
  • And, they had still not put the Furesomides in a box.
  • Now, they continue their campaign of ‘Let’s-Let-Down-Inchcock’, by sending the medications in blister-packs that fall apart and mix up all the tablets with each other! However, to be fair, they now have, after only three months, put the Furesomides in a separate box. ( A little, but welcome victory there!)

Did I mention the name of the chemist? Just as a warning for other NHS patients: Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA.

I made a brew and took the gamble of taking the medications.

Then got the computer on, and realised that I had no template for today’s blog made up! Oh, what a right Shlump I am! So, I had to make up a draft, graphics and all. So, I did!

Then made a start on this blog up to here, and then began the updating of the Monday and Special Trip to Nottingham posts.

I had to stop, to get the ablutions done. Not such a good session this time, back to a more blighted, calamitous, accidentalness-prone variety. The dropsies were many and varied, amongst them, the toothbrush and past, the mouthwash bottle, the razors, carbolic soap, the flannel, the towel, the haemorrhoid cream,  the olive-oil pot and the deodorant spray. But no complaints or minging from me, I’ve had two decent sessions on the trot after all!

WD 128.0.128 But, as I was stepping out of the wet room, the right knee clicked, and the ensuing pain was terrible. From then on, I had to use two sticks, it was so tender.

I then got the handwashing done2Tue07. Jammie bottoms, long bamboo socks and a long sleeve t-shirt. They were soon done, rung and hung. I like these new coat hangars, with the non-slip crossbar on them. The right knee was just as bad.

As I was getting back on the computer to do some blogging at last, on today’s post, the intercom sounded and flashed. It was Angel Christina, and the Iceland delivery together. When they arrived and saw me struggling to get about, they both took the groceries into the kitchen for me. Very kind of them!

When I showed Christina the framed photograph of her, she was over-the-moon, and asked if she could buy it from me! Much as I would have loved to oblige her, I really wanted to keep it, so I could glance at it every day and get some pleasure from the sweetness it, and she gave me.

She set about taking my blood. We chatted while she did it, which didn’t take long at all. She said she was off now, and I reminded her that I needed her input, and type in her email address on Google for me, so I could send her the photographs I have of her on file. I opened the Email on the ‘Compose page, and she wrote it in for me. She had to shoot off to her next patient. I thanked her, offered her some Manner lemon wafers, which she bravely refused. Off she went… it was like turning alight off!

I set about checking out the Iceland order. They were short of three tins of Batchelor’s potatoes but sent me one. The pork Shoulder steaks were unavailable. But hey-ho! I got the things put away. I now have the fridge and freezer at full capacity! No room left.

I nipped to the wet room for a wee-wee, and the right knee clicked again, and things are back to how they were earlier, with both knees only slightly painful as when I woke up? Baffling!

I went to make a fresh brew of Glengettie tea. The heatless sunshine was brighter than ever now. So for some reason, I took three pictures from left top right, in an effort to piece them together. My days of taking the proper panoramic shot are over. I just can’t keep the camera still enough nowadays. The effort was not good. I’ll not bother trying again.

2Tue01

Back to the computerisationing. I need to create a couple of page-top graphics to use tomorrow and Thursday, cause the Doctors visit will take too long for me to do them then.

I got one done. Humph!

2Tue08aWD 128.0.128 Food! The craving arrived early today. I had to have the Halloumi Fries that Iceland had delivered, and they would not fit into the freezer (I thought they were fresh ones when I ordered them – such a shock to find me getting confused – Hahaha!) 

The Halloumi Fries were expensive at £3, I thought. They were not bad at all. The cheese cob tomato sarnies, caramelised red onion chutney, beetroot, black tomatoes and a Cox’s apple, followed by the Lemon yoghourt, all went down nicely. Flavour rated at 7/10.

Got the pots washed and adjusted the handwashing, it wasn’t drying very quickly today.

Wash and in the recliner, and the ‘Thought-Storming’ began. Most uncomfortable, and it took me ages to get off to kip!

Grumph!

Inchcock (In Brief) – Monday 24th February 2020: Chinwagging! Yahoo!

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Monday 24th February 2020

Maori: Mane 24 o Pepuere 2020

00 Feb 24

02:00hrs: I rose, got out of the £300, second-hand recliner, caught my balance, and as the need for the Porcelain Throne developed, I realised that Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were all being kind to me! Good Stuff this!

WD 0.0.0 (1) I hobbled straight to

the wet room, with fingers, crossed that some unpainful movement will be passed. It wasn’t! Things felt rock solid again. After a go at crossword book, I realised that things were not about to develop, despite the innards rumbling and tumbling. So, off to the kitchen for tea and medications. It’s a breakfast I’ve become used to now. Haha!

1Mon03WD 0.0.0 (1) I got the kettle on the boil and started the new blister pack of medications.  Oh, dearie me! I could not see any of the Bisoprolol-Fumarate (beta-blockers) in the Monday pouch section? Mmm! I investigated closely and found, as I looked at the bottom of the pack, that many tiny pills had escaped from the pots, into either other tubs out of view, under the cellophane cover that had not been stuck on properly!

So, after taking eight weeks, no, ten, to get help with the problems of Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA leaving me without medications for five days, and to change the tablets (Furesomide) back into packs. This is due to having three tablets of a very similar size and all white, in the same pot, I was taking the wrong ones! Still, they initially found a temporary solution to this, by leaving me without any tablets at all, for the five days! Flanglemanglingly-Frenetically-Frustrating!

Then, after begging help from the Medicine Management Team, The Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital, the Falls Team, the After-Stroke Care Unit, The Haematology Nurses, I can report that nothing changed! Then, I spoke with my Doctor Vindla, and Hey-Presto, the tablets were separated.

This month, thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, now I am back to the start again, and having tablets I cannot recognise, as the blister-packs are not assembled correctly. The tablets are getting shared between pots and stuck out of view underneath the top sheet!

If nothing else, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA are persistent and reliable in making cock-ups and putting my life at risk. So, if any Nottinghamians have had enough, and wish to depart the world, try getting your prescriptions from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, they’ll do their best for you! Frogglemoths!

As one age’s and hopes (risibly) for a peaceful life’s end, you can rest fully assured that Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, will do their best to destroy your dream. Bless ’em!

Now, this may sound like eristic, choplogic verbiage… that is because it is! Humph!

WD 0.0.0 (1) As I was starting to do the updating for yesterday’s blog, the stomach suddenly gurgled. Off to the Throne again. Much agony was suffered, but at least I’d rid myself of a right dollop! Medicated the bleeding and applied some Care cream.

Back to the computer, and thanks to the ailments kindness, I got it all done and finished on a couple of hours. (A smidge of swankiness overcome me!) I put some bits on Pinterest, then I made up the template for, and started this post.

WD 0.0.0 (1) A few minutes later, it was back to Porcelain Throne visit Mark-3. (Tsk!) What another painfull session, but this time a massive, messy, malodorous affair! More cleaning and medicationalisationing was done.

1Mon04A go on the TFZer Facebooking next.

WDP 20194Ablutionisationalistic duties next: Astounding! Total dropsies: Three! Honestly! The sock-glide was bit bother-ridden, but no injuries to report. No cuts shaving! And the legs (Sorry for the lousy photo, got the shakes), were looking much better. I think the Bamboo socks are really helping with the Clopidogrel. I can’t believe how well the session went!

WDP 2019B01WD 0.0.0 (1) I got things ready for the trip to town. (despite the rain falling, Humph!) After much oscillating, shilly-shallying, and treble checking the state of the flat for safely before exiting (and still uncertain), I set out. My hesitancy, indecisiveness, fence-sitting and differing undecidedness, is beginning to annoy me more than ever! My vincibility is too apparent. Help 1Mon05needed! In the lift lobby on my floor, it looked like the workmen were going to do some more noisy work on the floor and wiring. Still, we’ve had about two-years, 4-months and twenty-one days of it, now. Not that I’m counting! Haha! 

1Mon05aDown to the ground floor, and though the lovely warmth of the link passage to Winwood Court.

Seeing the rain through the window en route, was a tad demoralising. Haha!

I nipped in to see the wardens in the Iteroggation & Strip-search office. Nibbles left with them, well Lydia, she was on her own in there. Then to Winchester Court lobby, and a few tenants were there in the dry waiting for the bus to arrive, so I joined them. Had a mini-natter with Angela and Penny.

The trip to town is almost a total blank, apart from having a chinwag with Penny en route. (I think) A Dizzy Denis visit cause this spot of amnesia. Tut!

When I got of of the bus and got wet, things got back to normal mind-wise. (Well, as 1Mon05bnormal as I can expect).

WD 0.0.0 (1) As I hobbled up to the crossing lights, I got a sneer-come-scowl from a Student when he saw me get the camera out. I just threw a glare of contempt back at him!

1Mon06Then crossed the road and I limped along the very wet and puddled, Glasshouse Street, and on to the Aldi store on Huntingdon Street. Where I spent a lot of cash, buying far too much stuff, as I saw various treats and weakened. Caramelised biscuits, lemon fool desserts, Room sprays, cheese, cobs and tomatoes. As well as the garden peas and Sourdough baguette that I had gone there for in the first place. Sad, innit? The trolley bag was filled, and I had to use a durable bag and hung it on a handlebar of the trolley-guide.

Paid the gal on the till, who was patient with me, and helped pack the bags for me ♥. Out and over the road to the Victoria1Mon06a Centre.

WD 0.0.0 (1) I cut through Old Street and spotted my first bit of Nottinghamian Street Art. A little further along, there were smashed bottles and glasses on the pavement?

1Mon07I cut through the shopping mall and out onto Mansfield Road. Out into the precipitation again, a chap held the door open for me too. Thank you, mate! Then another bit of happy-making, I saw my first smile of the day! From the gal in this photo at the back. Things were looking up!

I called in the bargain store. Another financially-fatal decision! As if I needed any proof of my equivocational tendencies, I came out with two, I say two different fabric softeners because I couldn’t decide which one to buy! Now that is pitiful! Along with some nougat, sea salt and BBQ seasoning grinders. Out into the rain, and limped through Trinity Square onto Parliament Street, and along to and down Market Street.

1Mon09aWD 0.0.0 (1) At the nearest point to the Student colleges, I noticed the paving slabs, that were replaced a few weeks ago, had already got the artwork of their chewing gum designs.

I took so many photographs, in the morning I made up a post of the visit to the town and posted it separately, to this blog. It has many more snaps on it, and some sadly written odes with each photo. Haha!

Inchcock’s Trip to Nottingham

1Mon13Down the hill and through to Wheeler Gate, and into the Poundland shop. Where I came out with even more Caramelised biscuits, fabric softener, cobs and more things that I cannot remember now (I lost the receipt). 

1Mon14aWalked around the square, and took some pictures, then up to Queen Street and the bus stop.

Another food delivery Pavement Cyclist, a new one I think, he was checking his phone, presumably on s sat-nav site? And his box was too clean. We have 20 food outlets in Victoria Centre Towers, plus about 15 in the malls. I have passed at least 25 others in town today, how are they all making money?

1Mon19I was the only person at the bus stop, and the bus arrived on time. Sad, that we are to lose the service on the 1st April, or was it March?

At the next stop, the bus filled up a lot, and Penny was with them. She moved to sit next to me when she saw me. I liked that!

A lovely nattering session all the way home. Most of it was concerning us losing the L9 altogether, and how it will work with 40 bus replacing it. No one knows for sure.

1Mon20We got inside, and in the link passage, I asked Penny if I could take her photo, for my blog. Penny put on a smile for me, and this is it, open the left.

We pressed on, and Peny got off the elevator, and we exchanged our farewells. I carried on to the 12th-floor, and into the flat’s foyer, and rang Josie’s bells (They can’t touch me for it! Haha!)

Josie saw me struggling to get the trolley in the flat, with all the bags, and came and carried things into the kitchen with me. Bless her! I thanked her profusely.

1Mon21I was doing well, physically, and put the stuff away. No guilt at getting so much? Which normally would have shown itself?

I got some chips cooking in the oven, got washed and changed ready for settling after eating, and prepared the plate on the tray with many and varied treats for myself.

WD 0.0.30 a Then, after I’d started to take the oven chips out… things got into a series of frustrating foul-ups! First, the nerve-ends let me drop the chips on the kitchen floor! This caused some naughty language to be spoken!

WD 0.0.0 (1) And, as it timed and fated, Duodenal Donald, and Anne Gyna both kicked off together! So bad, that I left the chips on the deck, and took a good swig of the pathetically weak Peptic medicine. Then returned to salvage what I could of the chips, and checked them for any muck,  putting those that looked clear, back in the oven to rewarm! I was beyond bothering, it annoyed me so much dropping the food!

1Mon22Eventually, I got the meal served up. Albeit with far fewer chips (Humph!)

An excellent meal. Taste Rating 8/10. Had it not been for the fiasco of my dropping the chips, and the thought if still having to be cleaned up after it, the score may well have been a record. Dangwangles, damn and blast My ailments!

Still, Nurse Christina might be calling tomorrow! Hey-ho!

I cleaned up in the kitchen, then got down in the xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting. When I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, ready-for-recycling, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

Things were not good pain-wise. Anne and Donald made sure of that.

Inchcockski: Sunday 23rd February 2020: Bromidic Sunday

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Sunday 23rd February 2020

Swedish: Söndag 23 Februari 2020

00 Feb 23

02:00hrs: Things went like lightning after I woke up, no time for thought-storms or ponderisationing! Woke, wobbled out of the recliner, wee-wee bucket wetted and to the kitchen. Kettle on, and a diversion to the Porcelain Throne.

WDP 2019B01AWD 250.100.0 That’s where things got nasty again! The second I got down. well, as I got down, the movement started. But it was all out of my control again. (I expected this with the blockage last night, Humph!) I was in there for ages before the mass released itself into the bowl, with a thud. The agonistical pain was horrendous! I was convinced that the blood must be flowing, and I might possibly have just split or broken a part of my innards! Relief, the bleeding was minimal, and things seem to be okay. There was an ominous silence from my IQ? Not so the ‘Hum’! Bogglebugs!

7Sun05WD 250.100.0 Got the kettle on, and made sure I took some Sennas with the medications. With the attentions of Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failing, I was having trouble opening the packet of Sennas, so got the sharp knife to cut into the foil. T’was not the best Idea! Just a tip here for you, or anyone; Make sure you keep the scissors where you know they will be! Klutz!

I popped back into the wet room to see if I could find the aforementioned scissors. And noticed that I had still not re-attached the curtain rails last hook. dropped the hook, and had to bend down under the sink to retrieve it, Guess what?

7Sun03I found an old, lost-long-ago (Many months!) aged picker-upperer, behind the floor cabinet! So decided to use this, to try and get the hook back in the hole. I would never use the one that Jenny had given me, in case it got broken as I was balancing on the chair. Wallah! The curtain is back to normal! (Head Swanking!)

7Sun08 (2)I got some graphics done on CorelDraw (two) and started to update the Saturday diary.

Shaking-Shoulder Shirley (Gawd she makes my glenohumeral joint ache!) and Saccades-Sandra both gave me a few moments of hindrances, and it took me yonks to get the job done and posted off. Many hours!

WD 250.100.0 I tackled the ablutions next, I was fairly chuffed when the curtain ring didn’t fall off when I used it. Hehehe! The dropsies were plentiful. But, no shaving cuts! No sock-glide injuries either. Fair enough, I did partly clear the high floor cabinet of medications, but I can’t expect too much, can yers?

I tackled the hand-washing next, and what a feat it was!

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7Sun04As I finished spreading the Saturday and this morning’s togs all around the flat, I took a picture of the windows, and just as I was pressing the button on the camera, the lights went out, making me jump a bit. Ah, well! No idea what the problem was, but it flashed back into life in a few seconds? Yet another of the mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination, rife! Oh, and the damned ‘Hum’ as a permanent resident!

7Sun13As her personal Sunday Chef, I started to make Josie’s lunch. Cheesy potatoes, pickled gherkins. tomatoes, smoked haddock, tuna in brine with Coronation dressing, cheese and a Limoncello dessert. A can of Jack Daniels & coke, oh, and a bar of chocolate.

7Sun12I delivered to Josie’s flat. We had a little chinwag and laugh, and I took this photographicalisation.

Then, I returned to tackle the washing up. Them-there cheesy potatoes don’t half stick to the cutlery spoon and fork when you mix them. I knew from experience to leave them to soak for a few hours, in red hot water and washing-up liquid, so I did!

The leftover potatoes, I thought I’d have later. And popped them in the oven to brown off and keep warm. Then, I made up six bags of rubbish and took them to the waste chute.

I put my weekend plan into operation! That was to go to Winwood Court, on the roof and take some pictures.

I got the coat on and set off out of the flat: But didn’t get far. Dizzy Dennis attacked, the head spun, and my balance went a little dodgy, so back to the lift and up to the flat.

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It’s just as well that Dizzy Dennis made me return, I’d forgotten about the cheesy potatoes in the oven! Phew, a close call that was!

7Sun41I got my meal made on a used, about to throw away foil baking tray. (That’ll save on the washing-up, Snigger!

WD 250.100.0 A right mess, another failure! Taste rating 5/10.

I got on with the blog updating, but it was gruelling work. Dizzy, Saccades, and Anne Gyna were all hard at work disorientating me.

WD 250.100.0 As I decided to give up, another urgent call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. It wasn’t as bad as the earlier visit, but it was a close call! I must remember to tell Doctor Vindla about it on Wednesday when I for the results of the tests. I’ve taking Senna for a while now, but it doesn’t seem to be doing anything beneficial?

Got the medications and down in the recliner. Some good stuff to watch on the box, but I watched a YouTube of the Fury v Wilder 2 contest on the computer. Turned off the computer, and got in the recliner again.

The thought-storms started, and sleep was very late coming.

Inchcock: Sat 22 February 2020: Morosenessosity! Chinwagless! Whoopsiedangles! Many mind-wanderings, too!

2020 Feb 22

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Saturday 22nd February 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 22ain Chwefror 2020

00 Feb 22

WDP 003j422:30hrs: I woke with my woolly nightcap underneath my spectacles, but this did not matter. I was burstingly in need of a wee-wee, fearing the uncontrollability of my situation could prove dodgy! Getting out of the £300 second-hand, c1968, grungy-beige coloured, clapped-out, threadbare, dilapidated, rickety recliner was done with more haste than was safe really! But the need for the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket), made me throw caution to the wind and I hobbled the few paces to the bucket without the walking stick… Foolish!

WDPh 01WD 40.0.0. WD 40.0.0A An embarrassing (thank heavens there was no one with me or any CCTV coverage) incident as I picked up the bucket, I lost my balance. I won’t go into too much detail, it was a bit gory! I clutched at the fireplace top as the bucket fell out of fingers, it clouted against Little Inchy and started the fungal-lesion bleeding straight away. And with perverseness, the wee-wee began of its own accord! So, there I was, knees on the fire hearth, a bruised elbow from the fall, Arthur Itis and Back-Pain-Brenda both kicking-off… and wee and blood flowing!

WDP10L02RThe first thing was to get up off of the floor. Sounds easy enough, doesn’t it? Humph! By the time I had managed to rise onto my feet, the night attire was wee’d and bled on! The photos, clock etc. from the shelf were scattered about the floor, the grey bucket lay in a spreading pool of liquid, the knee bleeding, and Duodenal Donald had joined in with the other ailments. Oy vey!

I set to, clearing and cleaning the room up. During which Anne Gyna started giving me some bother. I started with sorting out the carpet, then got the clothing off and into a bag for handwashing later. It took me about an hour to tidy things up. Then, my attentions were needed in the wet room. For medicational investigations, and bucket sanitising and damage limitational duties.

6Sat01I grabbed the just charged up last night Nikon, and off to the wet room. Where it dawned on me that I had left the Bamboo socks on overnight again! What a schmuck!

I set to, having a good wash down with antiseptic-disinfected soapy water. I still felt I could smell the urine, and washed, well, scrubbed all over again.

6Sat02The legs still bore the marks from my forgetting to take the long bamboo socks off for sleeping. The second night I’ve forgotten about them! I need to concentrate more now. Along with all the other ailments, I’m going to have to put up with the feeling that there are worms wriggling beneath the skin!  Huh! Gruelling-Gromble-Garblisations! 

I got things in a better condition, although the thought of all the extra handwashing didn’t exactly cheer me up. I could hear the horrible ‘Hum’ droning noise increasing as I spotted the delivery from last night on the floor near the door.I’ll get it opened and checked out after I’ve got the clothes in soak.

So, off to the kitchen, kettle on and clothing soaking in the bowl. Took the medications, and made the brew of Glenghettie tea.

WDPright02WD 40.0.0. I got the box from the hallway, and opened the carton up, to take some photographs. Unfortunately, I dropped the lens cover. As if to rub in my bad luck so far this morning, it rolled right underneath the book cabinet! Unbelievable! So very Agravannoying!

I had the torture of getting down on my knees, with the picker-upper that Jenny had given me, poke about and retrieve the cap. Getting back up again was painful, stressful and brought a Dizzy Dennis visit into the equation! What next? I’m proper fed-up!

I opened the box and took out the contents. Four pairs of extra-long Bamboo socks, and 20 hangers, with moveable hooks. They should make life easier for me… Huh, what am I saying!

6Sat07

At last, I got on the computer to start updating yesterdays blog. Which should have been a lot quicker than usual, with so few photographs and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters not playing up so much. But, with being held up with the Whoopsiedangleplop and Accifauxpas and sorting cleaning up after them, it was a very late start. Then, minutes into starting the post update, that sickening sensation a wet and warmth came from the lower region!

WD 40.0.0. Yes, Little Inchies fungal Lesion was flowing again! Of to the wet room one more time, and it took me ages to stop the bleeding this time.

WDP 003bWD 40.0.0. Then the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Boy, what agony that was! It was like a cement-torpedo! Took ages, moved at its own painful slow rate. And I feared the bowl might have cracked or been damaged when the ‘Thud’ was heard as it evacuated my innards. I was amazed to see only a few specks of blood, although, afterwards. I decided to take yet another Senna tablet straight away.

WD 40.0.0. But, this got sidetracked when  I felt the blood trickling down the leg. The fungal lesion was flowing again! The medicating was still hurtful, and my spirits sank even further! Surely this run of lamentable, abysmal lousy luck can’t continue for much longer? “Super-Depression Mode Adopted!” Well, I wasn’t too happy about the way things were going! Oy gevalt!

6Sat09More medicationing and cleansing were done, and I went to make another brew. I took a photo from the unwanted new kitchen window, wit the thick-frames that reduce the light and view. I didn’t think it possible. Several blue-lights were flashing, in the distance, but somehow, I can’t see even one in the photo. Talk about my lousy luck continuing!

I took a Senna and back to the computer. Then finished off the Friday post. Then sent bits to Pinterest. A long session on the TFZer Facebooking. On the WordPress Reader section.

Graphic making on CorelDraw next. Many hours late, I gave up. Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley was at me again.

6Sat24I got the handwashing done. Not as much as it should have been to do. I threw many items away instead of trying to clean and freshen them up. The new long bamboo socks are going to be fiddly to sort out, drying wise.

Then got the nosh started. Made more difficult with sodding Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley jerking me about. I had a few dodgy moments using the slicing knife on the mini-tomatoes, I shouldn’t have bothered really, they taste so bitter and foul.

6Sat11WD 40.0.0. I thought about writing to the Co-op, and asking them why they put them on Special Offer at £1.50, but it is obvious, so I didn’t! As their TV advertisement says: “It’s What We Do!” I wonder which pillock got paid for coming up with that inane slogan? If they want another one, that is not so inept, vague and pointless, they can get in touch with me, I’ve got a few ideas they can use! Oh, yes! Back to the nosh, I got carried away again there, sorry. The putrid Tunisian ‘Fairtrade’ tomatoes, pork pie meat, beetroot, and some selected* McCains oven chips.

Oh, and the medications, with another Senna added, 6Sat10to move things along easier! Haha!

WD 40.0.0. *I use this word, as I had to pick out the chips that did not have black-spots, bruises, or fusarium! It took me a while, cause more did have a disease than didn’t! Still, the chosen ones were nice enough. Just how does that McCain slogan go? “Chip Perfection, with fluffiness and crispiness in every chip!”

Blow me, I got sidetracked again!

6Sat28Anyroad up, it tasted good enough for me. Not counting the lousy, yucky, horrid, gross, fetid, acrid, rancid, bitterly sour, tomatoes from the Co-op. (It’s what they do, you know! Tsk!) And the dithering hassle of examining each chip for blight or black spots before stuffing it in my gob! But don’t think I hold any bitterness toward lying McCains (To deliver our ambitions, McCain Foods Limited (“McCain Foods”) is led by its Global Management Team, with oversight from the McCain Foods board and ultimate governance provided by the board of McCain Foods Group Inc. (The McCain family holding company). Or the Co-op. who supplied me the rancid tomatoes in Sherwood, a shop I was manager of in 1967!

But some of the fodder went down well, eventually. Haha! Taste-Worthiness: 2.5/10. Obviously, it was cold by the time got to checking beforehand and eating every chip, and of the tomatoes, distinctively feculent taste, both ensured an overall low score for flavour!

I got the pots washed, as the ‘Hum’ started to get so loud again, it drowned out the noise of the rain! So, I got the headphone on, the TV going and found some interesting stuff to watch.

I fell asleep during the first set of commercials. Woke up a few hours later, put the DVD on to watch some Rumpole of the Bailey DVD. Fell asleep within minutes, woke up after all three hour-long episodes had finished. At last, I thought this is no good, and remotely turned off everything and went to go to the wet room…

WDP 10R03RWD 40.0.0. I attempted to rise from the £300, second-hand, c19687. none-working recliner. But I’d still got the headphones on! Humph! They were pulled off, then they hit and knocked off the bottle of spring water from the Ottoman, bounced onto the rickety recliner, and the extension cable came out and dropped between the two chairs! My discontentment level rose to Defcon Two! Hoping that they had not broke, and not looking forward to having to get myself down to find the cable under the chairs, which would no doubt need moving, I got the stick and poddled to the Porcelain Throne! (I believe some pugnacious language may have been silently muttered, en route).

I got settled on the Throne, feeling annoyed with myself, but moderately confident, that having taken three Senna tablets, things would be far less painful for this session.

WDP10L02RWD 40.0.0. Amazingly there was little pain at all. Cause nothing moved again! Proof of my negaholism being more than warranted, but guaranteed! Horrible-hateful-habitualnesses-hound, me! I waited so long and yet had a fear of a movement getting stuck part-way again, and needed painful input from me. And more bleeding and a form of agony that takes some matching. So, I chickened out, had a wash, and returned to the recliner.

WDP 2019B01WD 40.0.0. Then, the headphone and cables retrieval task lay ahead of me. But, my EQ told me to stop moaning and just get on with it, carefully! So, I did. problem. By the time I’d got all three rescued:

  • I gained some scars on the lower arm from getting it trapped as I pulled out from between the chairs with a cable, then Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed! I dropped it!
  • I got the picker-upperer and tackled the job from behind the chairs. Complete failure!
  • I tried from the front, and to my surprise, got one cable and a connector saved!
  • The others were further away. So I cunningly thought, the wooden walking stick might reach them – and got down again – this had a modicum of success, I retrieved another connector cable, leaving just the one left to get at! Stupidly, I adopted a smug mode!
  • Then, the agonalistical getting back up off of the floor, left me with a bruise on the shoulder and leg, Arthur Itis, Back-Pain Brenda and Hernia Henry all giving me some hassle. It also took me no end of time to get up.
  • Next, as got down for the last time, and inserted the longer wooden walking stick Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley shook! Hence I now have a shoulder, the chin and my left wrist having joined Arthur and the others in giving me some more discomfort!
  • Eventually, after many failed tries, I gave up, deciding to try again tomorrow.

I decided, no matter how late it was and done-in I felt, a mug of tea and a painkiller was in order! I got up, with the aid of the four-pronged walking stick and the Ottoman; it was a painful exercise, but I was feeling a smidge proud of my efforts.

WDP 10R03RWD 40.0.0. I got in the kitchen, and it dawned on me, that some blood was on my hands. A bit of a mystery at first where it was coming from. After investigating in the mirror, I found two options for this. I’d got blood coming from the nose, and a tiny scratch on the left wrist. So, I could take my choice. Hahaha!

I was not doing too badly really, apart from the pains. Even I had to laugh! Especially when I thought, why did I put myself through all that? The TV and DVD I can live without, I could have bought some new headphones! Mind you, they still had to got out from the protective clutched of the £300, c1968 second-hand recliner, and the £20 second-hand c1959 armchair, with it’s broken stump-legs!

I made the brew, and brought it with me, depositing it on the Ottoman.

I fell asleep without touching the tea.

But with so many aches and pains accrued in my battle with the chairs and headphone pieces had ensured I was woken up so often, I didn’t get to sleep properly for hours.

Every time and there were so many, that I woke up, the ‘Hum’ made sure I was not lonely.

Life can be so cruel at times. But, Hey-ho!

Inchcock (In Brief): Friday 21st February 2020: Incomprehensibley confusing day

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Friday 21st February 2020

Zulu: NgoLwesihlanu, ngoFebhuwari 21, 2020

00 Feb 21

From 23:10hrs: I kept waking, having a mini-thought-storm and nodding off again repeatedly. My EQ, telling me to go back to sleep each time? And I did!

WD 0.0.120 02:00hrs: This time, when I woke, there was no mind-storm, and the damned ‘Hum’ seemed to be so much more noticeable and loud! The innards abruptly started to churn and rumble. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley and Shaking Shaun almost shook me out of the £300, second-hand recliner! That was the end of any thoughts of going back to kip again, although the body wanted to, the twisted-tormented mind decided it needed the body to rise up for a wee-wee. So I got up!

WD 0.0.120a Not an easy task this morning, with Shirley and Shaun, shivering and shaking away with a high degree of determination. Using the walking stick was farcical, even comical, as I leapt all over the place. I nearly had myself over a few times, dropped the Four-Pronger and almost lost my balance. All within the few steps to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), where I had an SBTSDWS (Started-Blasting-out-Then-Stopped-Dead-Within-Seconds) wee-wee. T’was then I realised the time and remembered all the waking-ups, and scribbled some notes adding to the list of reminders.

WD 0.0.120 I took the bucket for decontamination, cleaning and freshening-up. Which is just as well I did, cause when in the wet room, the stomach gave out a puff from the rear end, and I had to drop-em, and down on the Porcelain Throne sharpish! Oh, dear, things went very similar to yesterdays first visit! I had no control over the movement, it was one long grinding, painful, bloody session! A giant, solid torpedo was evacuated. Kerplunk – Splash! The relief made me sigh with pleasure, Tsk! So, the two Sennas I took after yesterday’s  H-bomb release, had done nothing to ease the situation then? I got the bucket, Throne, and myself cleaned up and medicated.

I took three pictures of the pins, in different settings with the Nikon. The auto was nearest to how they appeared to my eyes. I’ll use Auto in future whenever I shoot the legs.

5Fri05

WD 0.0.120 To the kitchen, Shirley and Shaun still in attendance, me wobbling about a bit, instead of the usual hobbling. (Hahaha!) I got the kettle on and took the medications, with two Senna tablets this time. The ‘Hum’ still belting away, no alternating of tone, on with a constant, horribly annoying rasping, resonating drone, that was really getting on my goat for some reason today? Made the brew. Pondering over whether to have porridge, biscuits or pot-noodle for brekkers – the innards gave off a silent, discrete, microscopic phut of wind from the rear end – believe me, no one could have considered eating with the acrid aroma that the escapage left behind! Cor!

I got on the computer, accompanied by the ‘Hum’! I made a start on this blog first, up to here, while the memories remained and I could still decipher some of the notes I’d made. Then began on updating the Thursday post.

Flopping ‘eck, six hours later I got it done! Splenetic-Spitting!

5Fri001About done in now. I went to the kitchen to get a brew of tea and sort out what medications I had missed or not.

I later found this photograph on the SD card, but taking it is another mystery. Why?

Back on the computer, Pinterest, and TFZer Facebooking, then actually got some graphics done for the diary. But it cost me a few more hours. And occasional visits from Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, felt like the joint would either come out of its socket or freeze up in pain. She’s certainly left me with a sore shoulder! I must mention this to the Doctor on Wednesday.

The only thing I was capable of, was making a meal, and I felt so in need of food. I don’t know why suddenly? But I spent a lot of time (Perhaps it was because I knew I had to stay awake for the delivery of the socks and coathangers?), preparing and making the meal 5Fri007clook good. (Haha!) The black tomatoes were really-good as I moved the tray to the recliner and got sat down, dish on the knees, and the moment I took the first mouthful, the intercom flashed and rang! 

WD 0.0.120 Well, I fumbled out of the chair, got the food tray on the Ottoman, fumbled to get up, nearly tripped over the waste bin as I made it to the intercom panel, and I pressed the wrong button, and lost contact with the caller! I saw an image of his stomach for a second or two before I accidentally cut him off! 

WD 0.0.120 I got some trousers on, to go down to let the bloke in, I was panicking a bit. But as I left the flat, the delivery lad arrived at the door. He was kind enough of my Accifauxpas in cutting him off on the intercom. Thanks mate!

WD 0.0.120 He left the box inside the door for me. I left it there, and I returned to the front room and the now cold meal. And ate it all up, but the enjoyment was marred. Flavour Rating, 6/10.

WD 0.0.120 5Fri04I was doing the washing up, and the sharp serrated knife (thank you Nicodemus Neurotrammiter!) slipped from my grasp, hit the drainer and bounced towards the floor. I actually remember feeling a little chuffed with myself for getting out of the way rather nattily and avoiding the blade, I thought! But, could I find the mysteriously vanished knife to retrieve it? Nope! Well, not for ages. I actually moved this bin above several times in the search for the blade. I spot it, a long time later. Surprising, the knife fell in the optimum place to be camouflaged perfectly! Hahaha!

As I got down in the £300 second-hand, rickety recliner, I had a bit of the mixed bag of ailments all come on at the same time, and until I woke in the morning, everything is hazy, missing or forgotten.

♫ Things ain’t what they used to be ♫

Inchcockski – Thursday 20th February 2020: A busy wet day, but I got to town, spent some cash & took some photos!

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2020 tttFeb20

Thursday 20th February 2020

Norwegian: Torsdag 20 Februar 2020

00 Feb 20

WD 40.0.0. 02:00hrs: What a messy sleeping pattern that was! I was in the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner for a total of over six-hours, which sounds right, at first! But the repeated rises to use the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) taken into account, any sleep would be calculated at about three hours! No wonder I still felt so tired when I did get up for another wee-wee at 02:00hrs, and decided to give up and get up.

The famously abhorrent ‘Hum’ was giving it some effort this morning! I’m sure that my IQ was giving me a smugly-know-it-all snide laugh? Tsk!

Getting out of the recliner was done with fantastic ease, catching my balance, grabbing the stick, and waggling-off to the wet room to clean the grey plastic bucket were all done with no bother at all. The morning’s activities were regularly interposed with SNS (Short-No-Sensation) wee-wees. (I mention this to save me keep typing them, with Nicodemus Neurotransmitters dying so frequently, typing turned out a bit arduous. Humph!)

As I was leaving the wet room, I had to turn back in haste, to use the Porcelain Throne!

WD 40.0.0. I got down on the pan and waited for things to activate. I had a go at the crossword puzzle, but it beat me again. (Still waiting!) Pondered over yesterdays nasty ‘out-of-it’ spell, amazing myself thinking of all the jobs I did, without knowing it, more surprisingly, with no injuries or accifauxpas! (Still waiting!) I did a bit of silent whistling and singing. (Still waiting!) Then, the evacuation started, but got stuck part-way again! The efforts to rekindle the movement was horrendously painful and long-winded. Cruel! I’m reasonably good at coping with pain, but that session tested my limits.

WD 40.0.0. The relief, when things were finally freed and finished, was soon tempered when I found the bleeding that I’d suffered. I had another clean-up and medicationalisationing session.

4Thu02To the kitchen, got the kettle on, and had another unfruitful search for the Rice Cooker instruction booklet. I opened the unwanted, light & view-blocking, cannot reach to clean, thick-framed, letting rain-in window, to take a photograph of the morning lights and dark sky. I pondered for a short while, on the mass of Nottinghamians out there. Desperate illegal immigrants, freed from prison murderers, sleep-sleepers, scum drug gangs, muggers, shoplifters, pavement cyclists, pickpockets… I had to stop thinking about it, I was depressing myself! Hehe!

Took the medications, with a Senna added, in hopes of avoiding another painful evacuation like one I’d just gone through. I think I’ll take another one before going out later on.

I got on the computer and did things in a different rota than usual, I don’t know why? I went on the WordPress Reader first, then a little bash at the TFZer Facebooking. Made a graphic up, then a new WP template for tomorrow on CorelDraw. Finally making a start on updating and finishing off yesterday’s blog. It took a record time to get done, thanks mainly to Nicodemus Neurotransmitters dying so often.

Something interesting, almost comical; about dying nerve-ends, that even I wasn’t aware of until it happens. Sometimes, I can’t feel when I cut myself or touch something hot. Not until they occasionally return to working status, which can be a long time later, and suddenly I feel the pain of the cut or burn! Hahaha! I even, like this morning, get caught out with removing the tea bags. For days on end, as is usual, I’ve not worried about taking out the bags with my right hand, and the cunning nerve-ends suddenly start transmitting to the brain again, and I jump at the unexpected pain! Hehehe! All these ailments certainly keep me amused. Bless them all, bless them all, those who make me bleed, shake and fall! Hahaha!

In between the wee-weeing, the ailments and lack of confidence, I got the post finished and sent off. Phew!

4Thu02aI made a start on this blog but had to stop, to get the ablutions done. Now, this might be another challenge?

I came across a bit of graffiti, from Russia! I had to put it on to show Tim Hancock in New Mexico. A poor effort compared the that in Albuquerque that Tim sometimes photographs.

Off to the wet room. Now, the ablutionisationing went fairy-well. No prob’s as such with the teeth-cleaning. The shaving produced only one nick, and a tiny one at that, on the ear lobe. (Thank you, Shaking Shaun!) The showering went perfectly. The drying off failed to produce any shelf cleanings! All these parts of the ablution session brought cheer and a semi-self-confidence back to me…

WD 40.0.0. WD 40.0.0A Until it came to the Sock-Glide usage! You see, the problem was, I’d decided to dig out the extra-long Bamboo over the knee socks to put on. I’d forgotten all about the issues I had last time when trying to us the sock-glide with them! They are too long for me to use the glide safely, and I soon realised this again. The frame unbalanced all over the place, it fell off of the chair twice! Botherations and blasticulisations! I banged both elbows, the rights shoulder, my chin, my head against the door or wall as I overbalanced and fell this way and that, getting more and more frustrated with myself! Then when I stubbed my toe on the metal raised seat stand, I calmed down and nearly sobbed! Hahahahaha!

4Thu03The pins (legs) were looking super-good this morning! I took a shot of them before, and after the losing Sock-Glide battle.

I got dressed and into the kitchen, checked the timing for the bus, and decided I had time to get the handwashing done before going to catch the L9.

So I did! All done, wrung and hung, not the socks though. They were the ones bought last 4Thu04week from Amazon, I threw them away, not worth washing anyway. They fall down all the time, Tsk! The first time I washed them, and they wouldn’t stay up at all! Unless perhaps on someone with dirty-great massive tree-trunk legs. Hehe!

After completing my usual ‘panic-fret’, is everything okay routine, and checking things repeatedly, the landline flashed. I answered it (Well it seemed a good idea. Har-har!), and it was Jenny saving the day for me again! She told me that the L9 was not running today, but it might be tomorrow! Oh, dearie me and ‘ecky thump! I thanked her for informing me, bless her ♥. The communications here lack a little, don’t they? Thank heavens for Jenny, once again! And her timing was spot on, minutes before I was going out to the bus stop!

No need to rush now. I’ll take an amble down Winchester Street into Sherwood, see if the Co-op has any decent looking tomatoes in, then call at Wilkos to get the cleaning stuff and cash a bus into town. I glanced outside just before departing, and at least it wasn’t raining.

I got the five bags of rubbish for the waste chute, and a too large a bag of recyclables to take down to the caretaker’s room. Off I went. I struggled a bit with the black bags, but got them down the chute, and took the big white bag with me in the lift. Now there is another mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, with its illusions, delusions, hallucinations, infestations, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and manic machinations that thrive here freely, so bountifully! Why is it, that whenever I need the lift from the 12th-floor, both cages are on the ground floor? I bet when I get back, they’ll both be on a level high up! Ah-well!

I dropped the big bag off with Steve. Then ambled along through the link corridor, and called in the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators) Wardens Interrogation and strip-search Office. Hehehe!

4Thu19HWD 40.0.0. I mentioned the buses and learned that it was because of the flooding en route. The rain started falling as Oberstgruppenfhureress Warden Deana told me this! It seems that the L9 service will end in April. The 40 bus route will be redirected into the Winwood Heights complex when the L9 is terminated. Oh, dearie me! Spitworthy, Splurging, Shlackersplonks! No more details, other than this available! But we were all concerned about the cars that are parking on the yellow lines around the bus turning point, often blocking the buses. As the 40 buses are a lot longer than the L9 ones are. Also, of course, the naughty parkers will cause problems for the emergency services access! But what the solution is, I don’t know, other than to build a high-rise car park, but that would be horrendously expensive.

4Thu05WD 40.0.0.I bade my farewells and limped out and along to the end of Chestnut Walk, and right down Winchester Street. I had to push the trolley-guide along the road and back on the pavement more than once. Due to the many cars parked up on the footpaths. But, they only do this because they don’t want their vehicles to be hit by the lorries and buses going into the flats? And come April, there will be bigger and longer buses arriving?

WD 40.0.0. I fear that this is a no-win situation that holds an unattainable solution? At worst, the buses may well be withdrawn, leaving us old uns without a service at all! I shudder at the thought! So many of the tenants have said they will have to apply for a move it that case. They will have much competition!

4Thu05aWD 40.0.0. About a third of the way down Winchester Street, I came across some, presumably storm damage to the fencing. I wouldn’t like to be walking down there in the wind. It dawned on me as I hobbled on after taking the photo, I could not hear the ‘Hum’, at all down there! In the event, and it seems likely now, that the buses are removed, I shall do my best to get in some flats that are on lower ground, in the hopes of escaping the drive-me-mad ‘Hum’!

But losing the already minimal, but oh so enjoyable contact with Jenny, Mary, Shiela, Gaynor, Penny, Christine etc. may yet decide me against leaving.

WD 40.0.0.4Thu06 Lower down the road, I got the front wheel stuck in a rut in the pavement. Just thought I’d mention it! Tsk!

On to Mansfield Road, turned right and up into the Co-op store. There was still no rush though because there are plenty of buses regularly to town from Sherwood. I nosied around the shelves and came out with Cox’s apples and some fresh looking mini tomatoes.

I limped up the hill and into the Wilko store. I spent a bit here. Nasal spray £1.75, Refuse sack, 10 for a pound, Toilet cistern blocks also a quid. Ylang and Fressia scented laundry freshener crystals £3, but I am really taken by the fresh smell of these.

WD 40.0.0. Then I had funny-turn, no, that’s not the best word to use, I got Shaking Shaun having a go at me, at the checkout. The young lady was kind enough to pack the things in the trolley bag for me, bless her. I dropped the change she gave me, and the lass came round and picked it up for me. ♥ Thank you, gal! By the time I’d got out of the shop, things seemed to be back to normal in the shakes department?

4Thu07I walked up to the bus stop, the drizzling had stopped altogether, now.

WD 40.0.0. On the already crowded bus, I had to sit on a regular seat. Because there was a child in a pushchair, and a lady on a disabled electric scooter, so no side-saddle seats available. In fact, there were precious few seats free at all. I had to sit next to the mother of the child. With the trolley partly in peoples way, and I had to move it each time someone got on or off the bus! To make things worse, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley kicked-off. Which scared some of the passengers into silence and odd looks giving, who sat around me. Hahaha!

I was well bruised, trod on, and in pain by the time I arrived at my bus stop, Huh! I made sure I got up first this time, I shoved the trolley in the aisleway, and fumbled my way achingly off of the bus and got out of the line of the following hoards as fast as I could.

I made my way to the Poundstretcher shop and had an excellent hobble around, initially in search of some of the Pakistani potato-biscuits. By gum, they are so tasty! But, I found so many bargains, I weakened, and ended up spending a fortune, and had a heck of a job coping with two bags on the handlebars, and trying to control the trolley. Still, my own fault! I bought; The last two Paynes chocolate Brazil misshapes, a massive bottle of Woolite liquid at virtually half-price at £1.99. Some of what looked like excellent 50L extra-strong bin bags for £2.99, the last two Potato biscuits on the shelves. Two bottles of concentrated lemon clothes refresher disinfectant spray for a quid each. Some nose unblocker at £1.40, another bargain! Two bottles of BBQ bacon flavoured sauce for 49p each, and something called C&S Wul at 39p on the receipt, but I can’t find it? Hahaha!

I exited the shop, and the drizzle started on and off again. I had a vicambulation up into Trinity Square and took a few pictures, and then down Kings Walk onto Parliament Street.

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The cafe at the top of Kings Walk, cleverly called the Kings Walk Kitchen (Huh), was offering Students a 20% reduction for all of February, didn’t seem to be having a lot of luck, or customers. Not surprising really, in the first photo, you will see 15 take-aways and restaurants. The competition! Poor devils!

4Thu16

4Thu17The light dimmed as I got to Queen Street to catch a 40 bus back to the flats. Not many Nottinghamians about for a Friday, I thought. Then I realised it was Thursday. The heavens opened! But I was alright under the bus shelter by then. (Smug-Mode-Adopted!)

4Thu19aI did nip out from the cover to take a couple of pictures of the street art on view, on Queen Street, near the Reds True B-B-Q eatery. Well, Red’s True Barbecue, it’s called.

Sometimes the smells attract my nostrils. But access for me would be impossible. Too many steep steps to get in, then you have to walk down more steps to get to the grill. It’s also got different floors and levels inside. But in particular, their “Ox Cheek Bone Luge” looks so delicious! Not that I’ve seen it in real life, but the photographs from the menu, Mmm!

4Thu23

“Ox Cheek Bone Luge” And for only £8 -with a shot of whisky?

WD 40.0.0. This number 40 bus was soon filled up after a few stops, but I was in a side-saddle seat this time. Uncomfortable, yes, and in danger of falling out of the seat on corners, yes! But, far less chance of being trampled, trod on and shoulder charged! So that suited me!

4Thu19bMind you, this route takes far less time to get to Sherwood, than the L9 does. (When it’ s running that is!) But the bad thing is, it doesn’t call at the flats! It drops off on Sherwood Rise, one the steepest roads in Nottinghamshire. Just beyond in this picture, the road drops and a sharp bend is out of sight. Dodgy for crossing, even for 4Thu19csomeone not handicapped. But I got over the road safely this time, and the rain started coming heavier now.

Once again, when I got near the flats, I had to keep walking on the road, to get by the pavement parked cars. You can see how they park, not necessarily voluntarily, right on the corner of the junctions too. If any buses had been running today, they might not have got around the corners anyway.

If anyone happens to be reading this, who is familiar with or knowledgeable about the law concerning such parking laws, I’d appreciate some guidance. Cause sure as eggs are eggs, someone is going to get knocked down before long here! Any advice would be appreciated, I think the flats themselves are on private land? The double yellow lines are simply being ignored every day?

4Thu19dI got back to the flats as the rain increased, just timed it nicely. As I got into the link passage, the precipitation was positively pelting down! I got through to Woodthorpe Court lobby, and I met with Cyndy also getting into the lift. Nice to have a chinwag and laugh. ♥

4Thu19EAs I got out of the elevator, I realised there was no floor sign in the wall, Cyndy laughed telling me all the floor signs had been taken down, new ones on the way? I laughed.

I smelt something different, I thought it might 4Thu19fpaint. So I turned around and took this photo.

In the lobby of the apartment, I turned back again, something was different in here too. But what it was, well, I couldn’t tell. But, that’s nothing new, is it? Haha!

I got inside the flat and put the buys of the day away.

I got some spuds and peas in a saucepan, got the oven on, then started to update this blog. Six hours later I got up to here, and well past my head-down time! So, I turned off the computer and got the nosh sorted.

4Thu21WD 40.0.0. I got the nosh served up. It looked okay and tasty, on the plate. The ratings: Co-op mini tomatoes 02/10 – Asda petit pois 03/10 – Fulton’s, Gingster-beef pasties 06/10 – Aldi beetroot 07/10 – Iceland canned new potatoes 05/10, Light & Free lemon yoghourt 08/10. Which when I work it out with the Windows calculator is, I think, an average of 5.166666666666667/10 if I got it right. My Arithmophobia showing up there again. You might be surprised at the number of confirmed uneducated volgivagant people suffer from this. Haha! So, not one of the bestest or tastiest of meals by a long shot. Hey ho!

WD 40.0.0. I wobbled a bit when I got up to take the things to be washed, and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley didn’t help. I spilt a bit of the bleached soapy water on the floor and myself. (Another t-shirt ruined!)

I went to make sure I had not locked the door. (I keep it unlocked when I’m in nowadays, the difficulties experienced when I had the stroke of the emergency paramedic having to wait until I crept on all-fours to get to unlock the door. And my still tumbling over to my right side repeatedly is well remembered!)

I found a leaflet-note on the floor that had been delivered. As tired as I was, as I read it, something seemed not right about it. The wording told me more than the omitted words.

4Thu19J

My Sherlock Holmesiessness had been stirred! Hehehe! The lack of any practical reasons for the changes installed suspicion in my tired mind. Your fob will work as intended? This indicated to my EQ that the fobs have been found to allow access to some parts of Winwood Court, where they should not be doing so? I’m most likely wrong, befuddled and 4Thu19kconfused, but my EQ talks, and I listen. I could not see any helpful mention of where they are actually doing the upgrading… argh! I see it now, The Winwood Centre, presumably the social room. Ooh, I do feel a right fool at times!

WD 40.0.0. Of course, of all the days to pick for the upgrading, it was bound to be the one day in which I already have three medical appointments, didn’t it? Bad luck? Me? I’m a virtuoso, ultra-experienced, specialist in chronic-unluckiness! An authority, specialist in it! A fount of knowledge, ​wisdom​, and cognoscenti! Some college should give me a senior honorary professorship. The sad thing is, I’ll snuff-it (I’ve no problem with that), and the world will be none-the-wiser, as to my magnificent efforts at living such a life. Shame!

Maybe, being as the Tate gallery mistakenly refuses to record my peripheral neurotrophic legs as pieces of art and put them on show in a gallery – then Nottingham Trent University or College, would at least let me present a paper on the subject of being cursed with a luckless life? I’d call it Inchcock’s inimitable, intangible, ill-fortunes, illuminated? I got carried away there again, Sorry!

I got settled into the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. That xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet seven-months later).

WD 40.0.0. And, got the TV on, which as a rule would send me off into the land of nod at the first signs of the commercials. But not tonight! Maybe it was because I was so late settling? Or, most likely it was Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, boy, was she in a mood all day! I pray that she is not going to become a regular visitor, she shakes the living daylight out of the body at times!

Ah, well! I must have got to sleep eventually, cause I woke up, late for me, mind. About six hours, no waking up, no dream bliss!

Lengthy sigh in appreciation!

Inchcock Today -Wednesday 19th February 2020: I ended up so weary, addlepated, disorientated and befuddled! Normal day, then?

2020 Feb 19

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Wednesday 19th February 2020

Croatian: Srijeda 19. Veljače 2020. Godine

00 Feb 19

22:55hrs: I’d had to get up for a wee-wee, and decided to stay risen. Hehe!

I pondered over will the delivery arrive or not today. The second day of staying in waiting today, still, it might come. (I know, it might not as well!)

WDPT07LI hobbled to the kitchen, and became aware that Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Toothache Tim and Back-Pain-Brenda were all being good to me? Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shaking Shaun were, however making up for the absence in severity, of the others. That was a mouthful that sneaked out!

As I lifted the mug from the hook to make a brew, there followed a juggling act, as the nerves failed and it was like it bounced out of hand several times before I got it under control. I failed at least three times to catch it, but every time it jumped upwards and gave me another chance. I didn’t know I could juggle a China-mug. The fact that I didn’t let it fall and break, possibly contributed to the inner laughter and amazement that I felt at getting away with no Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplop incident! A genuine dollop of good luck there – almost a miracle! I could not help but engage a Smug-Mode for a while. Hahaha!

3Wed01I got the kettle on and took the medications. Took a photo, then made the tea, and as my extraordinary experience of good luck has always been followed by going back to my usual jinxed-misfortunes, but worse ones, I fetched the milk from the fridge, and returned it, circumspectly, wearily and carefully! Thus avoiding any lachrymose moments. All went well!

I got settled with the tea at the computer, planning to make a start on finalising yesterday’s blog. A sudden urgent need arose for the Porcelain Throne to be visited, and it was, as fast as my little ailing legs and waking stick would allow me. Swoosh!

3Wed03WD 250.0.100 After the two previous difficult to move evacuations, this one started off the same, solid as a rock, nowt moving! I got on the crossword book puzzle. I was not expecting things to shoot out so easily and quickly. But, once it started, painfully, mind you, and of the innards own accord, it was a few seconds, and I heard the ‘Splosh’, all over! A fair bit of bleeding, but no messy attributes. I cleaned up and returned to the computer.

WD 250.0.100 Will I ever get this flipping post started! I had a quick check of the emails first, in case any news about the delivery had come in. There were none about the parcel, but two from the Doctor’s Surgery. At first, I thought it was miraculous that the appointments for the hospital had arrived so soon. But no, nothing about the cardiac or falls team appointments at all. One was giving the new INR Warfarin dosages (No mention of the level recorded again) The other asking me to phone the surgery to make appointments with Doctor Vindla and the Nurse separately. So, it seems the blood test taken for the hospital had come back, and they may want some more? Or some scrappings for analysis from the Clopidogrel lumps and contusions?

So, I replied to the appointment one, reminding them for the umpteenth time, of my hearing problems, and asked them if they could make the appointments via email. For a Monday of Wednesday, as early as possible, please. Worra life! I’ll see what reply I get later. I then checked on the Google Calendar to make sure that no other appointments were due on those days. Phew, all clear.

3Wed03WD 250.0.100 The summoning came from the innards once more, and off to the Porcelain Throne. All the signs indicated just like they did one the last visit, so I girded my loins in readiness and did not waste a second in getting there. But nothing happened. No pressure, no releases, not even any wind came out! I stayed a while just in case of an 3Wed04unexpected late version and had a go at the crosswords. While loquaciously nattering away to myself. Nothing happened. Mmm!

I took the opportunity to take a shot of the pins, they looked almost the same as yesterday to me. Another first! Haha! I later threw away the short cotton socks I bought and wore yesterday. Not only were they falling down all the time, but they were uncomfortable, and I felt the cold.

The unrelenting ‘Hum’ kept me company as I started the upgrading of the blog. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were making life more difficult, mistakes and corrections abounded!  After a few hours, I got caught up and posted the post. Post Haste! Hehehe!

3Wed06I went on the TFZer Facebooking. Then on the WordPress Reader.

After which, had another search for the rice cooker guide booklet, and made another mug of the Glenghettie tea. It was initially made with the Welsh miners in mind. The poor devils couldn’t taste ordinary tea, after all that soot 3Wed07they swallowed every day. That’s my view, and brew anyway!

Before starting this blog going, I checked the emails, and I’d had a positive response from the Doctors receptionist. They offered me both appointments for Wednesday 26th. I have to arrive on time to fit in the extended consultations time. (What’s that for then?) Be there for 09:00hrs, Doctor 09:00 > 0945hrs – Blood tests (and other?) tests, finish ETA 10:45hrs. This should be interesting getting the results and actions needed. Still waiting for the hospital appointments, but if it was anything important or urgent, I’d have heard something by now. (I can hear the botherational ‘Hum’ alright!) Haha!

I had a little bash at Facebooking again. I got on with this post and eventually stopped, to have a go at doing some much-needed graphics. I got only two completed and saved.

No signs of the delivery parcel coming. But I have been entertained by the ‘Tip-tapping’, ‘Bang-banging,’ ‘Drill-drilling’ and ‘Clunk-clunking’ of the Fire-Sprinkler engineers. Who now seem to have gone on their lunch-break. But it can’t be helped, and they are a grand set of lads. The agrannoying ‘Hum’. And the toothache that is beginning to come on a smidgeon worse, I think. All accompanied me. Haha!

The mental fatigue is starting. The desire to degust has arrived, too! The eyelids are getting heavy. The innards are rumbling a bit for some unknown reason. The borborygmus is getting louder. And damn-it, as I typed this paragraph, Ann Gyna started stabbing at me! Oy-Oy-Oy! 

The EQ gave me the impression that I can expect a camisado from the ailments again later on. Nothing else, no details of the type of expectancies, from which ailment or anything. Just the promise that an attack will be launched. I do, so-hope that the EQ is wrong this time! Oh, dearie me!

I became incapable of doing any typing or housework, within seconds of Dizzy Dennis joining the onslaught.

I thought it a good idea to get something to eat. So went and made a meal of sorts. Vanned potatoes, garden peas, mini pork & pickle pies and some beetroot. I’m not really feeling up to much, suddenly. 

Having something to eat might help? I’ll test out whether to eat anything, as to how I feel when I get it made. Oh, dearie me, getting addlepated now!

WD 250.0.100 Preparing the meal, I sort of went into never-never land, one of my famously ignored by the medical profession, moments of addlepated-vagueness, ambiguousness and blurredness. In other words, that doesn’t sound such a cleverer description, I went into a ‘Blank Spell’! I think it might have lasted for about half-an-hour or so. For I cannot recall making the meal on the tray, I even did the washing up of the saucepan and cooking utensils, with no memory of it?

I came around; if that’s the worDSCN2005d. With the camera in my hands, and taking this photographicalisation of the tray? Yet, instantly, I took in the situation and could remember telling Dr Vindla of a similar incident I suffered a month or so ago, during my visit to see her last week. Dr Vindla’s summoning me back for the results will give me a chance to explain this incident to her, at least.

The Thought storming started as I got down to eat the fodder. There was no panic or fear involved; I was calm about the situation. I scribbled a note, on my nocturnal pad, to mention this on on next weeks blood test results appointment. What might/could have happened during the ‘blank period’. I thought about things but decided not to fret, ’cause there was nothing I could do now. But I felt uncomfortable that they happen at all.

Anyway, I enjoyed the meal all-the-same. And the head cleared as I digested the feast. I seem to have made a grand job of making up three-and-a-half milk roll, Dagwood style sarnies. (How come when I know what I’m doing, and am supposedly ‘with-it’, I can’t make Dagwoods anywhere near as well as these on the plate? Hahaha!) The tomatoes tasted grand, the bread over buttered, but tasty, and I must have thrown caution to the wind with the amount of onion salt I put on them – they were fantastically flavoursome!

 I’d love to know where I found the potato cakes, I lost them weeks ago? I’ve eaten them all now. Har-har!

WD 250.0.100 By the time I was finishing the meal, the brain had regained a modicum of control mentally. But, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley kicked off, so I put the tray down to avoid any accifauxpas. At that moment, the door-chimes rang out, I thought whoever this is is using both bell-pushes, so I assumed it would be someone who knew me. 

WDPT03LWD 250.0.100 On the way to the door, Shaking Shaun and Stuttering Stephany joined in the physical-jinx. By the time I opened to door, I must have looked and sounded a scary sight to whoever was ringing the bell! (Oh, dearie me, yes!)

On opening the door, I saw the delivery chap with the small parcel in his hand. My shaking, stuttering and struggling to get the words out, shoulder jerking about, and balance not good etc. did not phase the gentleman one iota. What he did and said in response, sounded like he was a Doctor or nurse, not a delivery driver. His understanding and resp[onses were perfect, at calming and settling me down, and made me regain some confidence again. Bless you, Sir! I thanked him for his understanding, patience and help.

I returned with the parcel, placed it near the Ottoman, and threw away the bits of the meal not eaten, washed the pots and settled down to watch some interesting documentary stuff about subterranean caves and buildings on the TV.

Why I even watched the programme all the way through! Just! The bliss of sleep arrived then, but there were so many waking ups to contend with. Although I did repeatedly nod-off again within minutes each time. No Thought Storms, thankfully.

Evening, all!