Inchcockski – Monday 11th May 2020: Mostly, a maelstrom of a day. Tsk!

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Monday 11th May 2020

Dutch-Western-Frisian: Maandag 11 Mei 2020

00 May 11

GM May b WD 180.50.0 00:00hrs: No sleep again, second night in the trot. I reckon all the worries are getting to me again. No medications left again. Thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, who have not delivered anything yet, and now I’m up the creek without a paddle. I must try to ask Reichsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana if she can find the time to ring them for me, to ascertain what’s what. But they are always so busy, especially on a Monday. My biggest worry is if I have done something silly with pills while I was having one of my feared memory blanks, I’ve had a couple of ‘Blanks’, this last week.

Then there is the balcony door that I cannot unlock for love nor money. I’ll feel such a dumbo if someone comes to unlock it straight away! Which is what I fear may happen. 

I got on with making up a template for this blog and got the graphics loaded.

Then a hobble to the Porcelain Throne, and sheer pain, but no bleeding was the result. Constipation Konrad still in control.

WDP 12bI made a brew of Glengettie Gold, turned the computer off. Went onto checking around the flat, taps, lights etc., and put the telly on, to fall asleep watching it. This time, there was no need.

At long last, bliss in the form of kip arrived within seconds!

1Mon001WD 180.50.0 06:30hrs: I woke with a start. I was certain that the balcony window lock/catch problem had been playing on my mind, or in a dream, maybe. For when the brain kicked in, my only ambition at that time was to try to open the door again. Not that I could think of anything other than I had already tried to use. Abject failure, to get the door opened.

With my forgetfulness, absentmindedness and hypomnesia, I feared that I have just forgotten how to lock the door mechanism? Then again, I genuinely can’t remember ever being shown how to lock and unlock it. I’d never used it before. Bafflement and uncertainty lingered, and the stomach rumbling began, and I made my way to the wet room for Porcelain Throne duties.

WD 180.50.0 Things felt as solid as a rock, and after a short while, I abandoned my mission. Off to have a mug of tea. And then did a spot of ferreting in the medical drawer. In search of some tablets that may have dropped loose in there.

I found a loose 80g Atorvastin tablet, these are massive, so easy to identify. (Not so easy to take down, though. Hehe!) And one other tablet, which I did not know whether it was a Codeine Phosphate, Bisoprolol Fumarate (Beta Blocker), or a Furesomide (Water retention tablet)? Pot-luck! Paracetamol and Warfarin were in packets, so I had some of these in stock. No Ramipril, Thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, just up the road from the Lidl store, who have not delivered anything yet. I took what I’d found, but of course, there was one other tablet, which I did not know whether it was a Codeine Phosphate, Bisoprolol Fumarate (Beta Blocker), or a Furesomide?

Paracetamol and Warfarin were in packets, so I had some of these in stock. No Pentoxifylline, Furosemide? Bisoprolol-Fumarate?, Atorvastatin, Omeprazole, Ramipril, Peptic Antacid, or Clobetasone cream to take or use. Oh, I hope I’ve not got this all mixed up!

1Mon01 Made brew, and took this snap of the crisp, bright morning. Then I started this blog off. I soon got sidetracked to the Porcelain Throne again. Another none-movement-session.

Back on the WordPressing site. Then the reader section. Made another brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. Packed up the box if recyclables to go down to the bin later.

Then a third visit to the Throne. Ah, action at last! Long, slow and painful (as is always expected), but no bleeding from anywhere either! Great!

Back on the computer, and this blog.

Warden Deana rang, she’s such a good voice carrying tone on the phone. Asked a few questions, and with Stuttering Stephanie annoying me, I managed to explain about the falls and prescription dilemma. She will call them for me at 09:00hrs, and get back to me. Bless her cotton socks! I forgot to mention the balcony door lock, but it might be best not to yet, you never know, I might get it unlocked, later.

09:30hrs, I went on Coreldraw to do a couple of graphics, then made up a template for tomorrow.

10:35hrs: So, got template done. Then I tended to the ablutionalisationing. I wonder if it can go as well as yesterday’s did? No, hang on, Deana might ring about the chemist call. I’ll have a quick, door open so I may be able to hear the phone ring, stand-up wash. Back in a bit.

1Mon0211:12hrs: That was another decent (stand-up) session in the shower room. A cut or two shaving and some dropsies, toothpaste, soap (3 – it’s getting smaller with use, Haha!)

Little Inchies fungal lesion was singing a bit, but again, not bleeding! A bit of a disappointing run of luck after the session mind.

WD 180.50.0 The old aching pins (legs), didn’t look any betterer than they did yesterday. The long toenails and feet were more painful, for sure. The legs seemed to be losing some meat again? Ah, well! I’m not complaining… not really! After all, Arthur Itis was a lot easier. Little victories, and all that!

I phoned Obersturmbannführeress and Ballet Dancing Champion, Warden Deana. To tell her I was not going to be in for a while, as I had to sort out a big box of recycling material and take it with the glass bottles down to the caretaker’s bins. She mentioned she had not got through to the chemist yet, not answering. Oh, dear, they are so busy. I’m becoming a nuisance again, I fear!

I got the box made up and the bottles in a bag and meandered slowly to the elevator, and down to the bins. Back up to the flat, having only seen one person, and she kept well away from me. Don’t blame her either!

1Mon04I went for a wee-wee and took this poor quality snap of the Colin Cramp affected knees.

It’s Just as well that Arthur Itis is more concerned with bothering the ankle ulcer area at the moment. I wouldn’t have coped so well if both ailments were having a go at the same location. Hehe! Swings and Roundabouts again!

WD 180.50.0 Then, being the sharp, alert, conscientious, quick-as-lightning, old chap that I am, I realised I had not taken the black bag to the waste chute. It could happen to anyone! So, I clambered and got the bag from the three-wheeler walker guide, grabbed the walking stick near the door, and poddled carefully to the waste-chute room.

1Mon04aWD 180.50.0 Just as I started lifting up the black bag towards the metal chute… Shuddering Shoulder Shirley started-off!

I bravely, nae, almost courageously, made a grab at the falling receptacle, which put me off-balance, and down I went. Caught the side of my head on the way down. But that was of little consequence, compared the pain as I stubbed my toes and foot in struggling to get up getting. Argh!, comes to mind! 

Gingerly, I gently made my way back to the flat. Got in, and dug out some weak pain killers, for the agony from the toes, mainly.

Made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea.

Back on the computer, but with a little less enthusiasm and conviction now.

The very kind and empathetic lady from Nottingham City Homes rang me. She was doing a check on folks to see if they are coping with getting food and prescriptions. Well, bless her, that set off about Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, who have not delivered any medicines yet, and now I’m up the creek without a paddle and any tablets! Then I explained about Warden Deana looking into it for me. But the conversation was not easy. I could hear the ladies voice well enough, it was Stuttering Stephanie again. My stop-start, jittery talking, or attempts at talking, must have been frustrating for the lady to listen to. But she was very patient with me, and that meant such a lot. Thank Madam! I added that the food situation is fine at the moment and thanked her again.

 Minutes after the lady rang off, Deana rang me back. She had got hold of the chemist for me Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, who have not delivered any medicines yet, and now I’m up the creek without a paddle and no tablets!) 

WD 180.50.0 Deana told me the medications will be ready for collection tomorrow, what time we don’t know. But they, (Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, who have not delivered any medicines yet, and now I’m up the creek without a paddle and any tablets!), said they can no longer deliver them. Deana asked if I would allow her to contact the volunteer group, to try to arrange a pick-up. She’ll ring me back when she finds something out. I thanked her, muchly.

Ten-minutes later, the door-bell chimed out. My thoughts almost contained a smear of excitement! Is this the Amazon delivery of the cheapo headphones to replace the ones I sat on and broke? Deana coming with good news? The blood nurse? Nope!

It was Josie returning her tray, cutlery and plate from her Sunday meal. Ah, well, it was nice to have a chinwag with her. She wanted to give me some chocolate in thanks. I thanked her for the kind thought and reminded her of my diabetes. So I could not accept them. She inquired about how long I had been diagnosed as a diabetic. It’s heartwarming when someone else forgets things too. Hahaha! She’d enjoyed the meal, that perked me up a tad.

Back on the computer, and the mobile rang again. T’was Deana. She’s been in touch with the volunteers. Someone will call for the prescriptions tomorrow. But we need to know what time they will be ready etc., Deana will let me know when she knows.

I got a headache with everything happening at once. Hehehe!

1Mon06I got some baked beans, and added a packet of black bean sauce and stirred it in well, to marinate, then got it on a low heat on the hob.

Turned on the oven to pre-heat it. The plan being, to have two cobs, filled with beefburgers with the beans.

1Mon06aHerbert sounded busy with his modelling this morning. I checked on Amazon for the ETA/tracker for the headphones.

ETA approximated at 15:30 > 17:30hrs today. That’s fair enough for me. I just hope that they have the right size jack plug fitted to them, so they will fit in the TV.

I might try mending the old ones with the Gorilla tape.

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Mind you, the Gorilla tape is locked in the balcony, with no way of unlocking the door. Gawd, I’m such a lucky person!

I’m getting a bit jaded now. Can’t touch me for it! Hahaha!

I got the burgers in the oven and made up the nosh ASAP.

Ahahaha! The intercom rang, and flashed. Just as well that I was in the hallway at the time. Because I could not hear it sounding at all, the lit-up panel warned me. That’s another thing, I’m getting so low of hearing-aid batteries, I’m not using them all the time, to conserve what I have left. Summat else to fret over brought to mind. Tut-tut! I bet no end of folks are in the same or even worse pickle over and with this flipping being locked-down. Good luck and all the bestest to each one of them!

WD 180.50.01Mon06C It was the Amazon delivery of the cheapo headphones.

I left them in the box on the recliner until I’d had a go at the meal. Which was slowly getting colder and colder as I mucked about tackling all the obstacles that presented themselves, obviously, in the Woodthorpe Court based Goblin, Ghosts and Alien plan to stop me eating the beefburger and beans until they were fully heatless! Humph!

WD 180.50.0 I had to painfully visit the Porcelain Throne, Harold’s Haemorrhoids needed medicating, and I knocked over the clothes dryer, that needed sorting out and making safe, in my rushing to get to the fodder.

1Mon06b

Despite the mysterious wonders of 72, Woodthorpe Courts Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum, to cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’, I still ate most of the fodder. I left the mini pies and much of the bean mix. Gragglespitgurgle!

I was multi-tasking, as I was washing the pots. Pondering on the easiest way to commit suicide now I can’t get the door lock opened to jump off of the balcony. Wondering if they will ever show the Red Dwarf film again on the telly, so I can try to watch it all the way through without nodding off, and how long will it be before I break, drop or sit on these new headphones? Yes, I think I was getting overtired. Hehehe!

From getting into the £300, second-hand, cringingly-beige-coloured, inoperable, rusty, rickety, recliner, and putting on the headphones, being pleasantly surprised at the simplicity and sound, and waking up in six hours later, there is no memory whatsoever.

Sometimes, I think this is not a bad thing. But I’m not so sure, now I’ve said it?

Inchcockski – Saturday 9th May 2020: A sanity-testing day, I think I failed!

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Saturday 9th May 2020

Zulu: NgoMgqibelo 9th Meyi 2020

00 May 09

GM 200.0.004:40hrs: I woke up to Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, giving me a right shaking, clouting my elbow on the arm of the chair at the same time. Even the more than ample midriff was wobbling along in unison with Shirley’s beat!

Cor-blimey, it took some time before she eased off as well. No wonder I woke in such a sudden-sharp, shuddery, jolting fashion.

But, at least it woke me up properly and got the brain, alertness and awareness working together. As soon as things subsided, I foolishly got up too quickly, to get to the wet room for a wee-wee.

WD 180.50.0 As I was pushing up the weight of my elephantine torso from the recliner, an extra little shudder from Shirley, had me crash back down into the chair. Hitting my nose of all things, as I twisted to put my arms out, on the edge of the seat’s arm, and missed it! Now that’s something different that I can’t remember having for years, a bleeding nose! (Although, at school, I remember getting given many of them)

WD 180.50.0 I got safely and Accifauxpa-free, into the wet room, dropped the PP’s and relieved myself. Another powerful session of the BOASSA (Blasting Out-and -Suddenly-Stopping-Abruptly) mode. But it was painless, that was a treat! As I was changing the PP’s, it came apparent that the legs were even more anaemic looking than yesterday morning.

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However, for a nice change, Clopidogrel Clive’s lumps and blotches seem to me, to be taking a vacation. The Thrombophlebitis and spider and venous veins, (phlebitis),  and iliac veins, had died down, too! I feared I was suffering from oneirataxia, but, no, they really were hardly showing on the skin surface at all. Arthur Itis’s knees were far less mangled looking, but he was still supplying me with plenty of hurt and pain when I walked. I think, at that the moment the more painful and handicapping, was coming from the poor feet and overgrown toenailed toes. I’m not complaining about this, but I am just a tad confused.

Not that things were getting me down at all. I possessed an outlook of a phenomenal difference to yesterday. I was singing under my breath and nattering to myself constantly. Bonkers, but contented!

By the time I got around to taking a look at the nose, it had stopped bleeding completely and was barely painful at all. Other than giving me a mild headache of sorts. Hehehe! Another possible reason for my outlook of lightness was that Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding. And this to another day stuck indoors, so another risk-free, none use of the Sock-Glide with its accompanying bruising and bleeding. I hope I can remember how to use it when the lock-in and lock-down stops. I haven’t been on a bus, or to a shop for months now. Hey-ho!

WD 180.50.0 Then a concerned came to mind. I have only two days of prescription medications left. Are Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, (a few doors down from Lidl) going to let me down again with the delivery, and leave me without medications for weeks again? My earlier high-spirits came crashing down, and I began to sink into the darkness again! I wasn’t really ever meant to be, life is now too complicated for me. I limped, no singing now, to the kitchen. Checked the medications, yes, just two days worth left. They may arrive today? Globdangles!

Morosely and without much interest, I made a brew of Glengettie tea and digested the medications.

I got two small black bags of rubbish to the waste chute. Hobbling is no pleasure with the toes and feet in this condition! Then got on with updating last night’s diary. It took me a long time, but I got it finished just before the Iceland delivery two-hour period was about to start.

I went on Pinterest and WordPress Reader section. Then the TFZer, and Winwood Heights Community Group Facebook pages.

Jenny called me. She knew I liked Melton Mobray pork pies and asked if I wanted her and Franks, as they don’t eat them. I thanked her kind gesture. She said she’ll pop the down later, How kind! ♥

6Sat05As I was starting on today’s diary, the intercom buzzed and flashed. One’s Iceland delivery had arrived. I got them into the kitchen and unloaded them to check on any shortages or substitutions. But this time, it was a case of, ‘I don’t remember ordering all this bread?’

WD 180.50.0 For there was bag after bag of cobs on the Iceland order. Panini rolls, wholemeal baps, wholemeal thins, cheesy cobs, and crispy rolls! Was I under the impression I had ordered only the Panini rolls and bread thins? And, how or why I ordered battered fish, and more chips, greasy-dripping soaked ones, that I do not even like, is beyond me!

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I imagine that I must have had a blank-spell while I was ordering them? Not that I would have been aware of it at the time. Tsk! Life is becoming a bigger challenge all the time!

I made a start on this blog. And after an hour or so, the doorbells chimed out the Dusty Springfield ♫ I only want to be with you ♫, tune. I fumbled to get some trousers and a shirt on. My heart and hopes raised to a ridiculously high level; I’d somehow convinced myself, that it would be the Prescriptions being delivered from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, (a few doors down from Lidl), and warmth and satisfaction grew as I hobbled to the front door.

WD 180.50.0 Nope! It was Josie; she had at last seen the bag of food left outside her door for her yesterday and didn’t know anything about it. She thought I’d left it for her. Bless her. I’m not the only one that gets blank spells. I explained what it was, but the gal had no idea what I was talking about, and ended up more confused, I think. I’ll have a word or two and put her mind at rest tomorrow.

But at the moment, I had to live with the disappointment of the ringing door, not being from Carrington Pharmacy, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, (a few doors down from Lidl). I seem to be finding myself in highs and lows today.

It’s already afternoon here. The weariness is already dawning on me. Surely I cannot be asking too much for the prescriptions from Carrington Pharmacy, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, (a few doors down from Lidl) not to be late, yet again?

I went on Facebook again. I’m not up to concentrating on graphicalising, in my current black mood over the uncertainty of the prescriptions.

WD 180.50.0A The doorbells chimed out again. I fumbled to get some trousers and a shirt on again. Got to the door, knocking over a pot of birdseed en route when I had a wobbly, that spilt out all over the floor! Someone had left me packets of Melton Pies and sausage rolls (Which I dare not eat) on the floor. So, I put the pork pies in the fridge with the others, I’ll never eat them all before the sell-by date, but it was a lovely thought from someone. Then I had to clean up the birdseed in the hallway.

It took me over two hours to clean up the birdseed. Made a right bigger mess, as I could not step over the grain ones, and crushed some. Having to start over again. No good hoovering, I tried. So, I had to use brush and dustpan; but kept getting interference from Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, Suddering Shirley and Shaking Shaun. I was dropping stuff as much as what I got to the bin!

I nearly called Jenny for some tips on using the Vanish Gold carpet cleaner. But when I eventually found the spray, the instructions seemed clear enough. So I gave it a go in the hall.

I backed my way along the hallway, spraying with foam, rubbing it in. I ended up stuck in the front room for two hours while it worked its magic. Then I have to hoover up.

I went of the updating of the diary. Every bone and joint hurting now, and Anne Gyna has started to kick-off. All this, because some kind person dropped of the pies for me. Hehehe! I’m seating like the devil now, too. But, can’t get out to have a wash until I’ve done the hoovering. Oh, I do hope it comes out alright.

WD 180.50.0 Pictorial Tale of frustrating farce, so far:

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On a proper downer now. Stuck in the front room for two hours, while the carpeting dries. Fingers crossed! Put the vacuum on charging. It was getting a little warm, so I decided to open the balcony door.

5Fri35aWD 180.50.0 Pickled-Walnuts and Clogumbobskitit! I could not unlock the balcony door! All that hassle to get it to lock on Friday, and now, more hassle to get it to open on Saturday night! I gave up in the end and just prayed there is not a fire, and I need to escape the flames and fumes.

I’m hoping it’ll be my own fault and I’ve just forgotten about how to operate the mechanism. Not that anyone can come to look at it for me (Lock-down etc.)

I got some nosh sorted out, and with being all uptight and bothered, I forgot to take a snap of it. I ate it all anyway. Albeit with a little unenthusiasm, and depressionalistic thoughts.

DSCN2649WD 180.50.0 I was too uptight and wound-up for sleep to come to me. The Thought-Storms went on the rampage in the grey-cells. I kept the TV on and was temporarily glad I did when I found that the Red Dwarf film was showing.

It’d been on last month, I recalled the disappointment of my falling asleep then watching it, and missing the end. There is no doubt, finding out about, and staying up so late to watch it, had improved my emotionally cluttered state of mind.

DSCN2650I perked-up a tad and went to make up another bottle of spring water and orange cordial. To guzzle, hopefully, while I was watching the film.

Heartbreakingly, I nodded-off again during aa set of commercials. And woke up as the theme tune played and the credits were rolling! Humph!

I was back in the blackness. I wondered if I will ever manage to see this film throughout? My enthusiasm for life drained. Take today;

  • The Accifauxpa getting up.
  • Let down again by Carrington Pharmacy, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, (a few doors down from Lidl)! 
  • Now out of medications again!
  • The legs indicating that maybe I had died. (So pale)
  • The masses of bread I’d apparently ordered!
  • The balcony door lock, either broken or beyond my capabilities to operate!
  • Falling asleep during the Red Dwarf film again!
  • The depressive Whoopsiedangleplop with the birdseed and the resulting mess and crippling, pain-giving job of cleaning it all up.
  • My mental and physical fall into the blackness of depression.
  • Memory lapses and blanks.
  • Sinking into the darkness.

I was a little worried and concerned about the medication shortage – Not too much though – But I was feeling defeated and rather low – From somewhere, determination did grow, and I miraculously started singing, I’ll give life another go! Hahaha!

Belatedly, I went to do the washing up. Billy Fury’s ‘Cross my heart’ was being sung, well, silently mouthed.

WD 180.50.0 No doubt about it, I was in a strange state of mind. A mixture of unbelievability, yet acceptance of my bad luck, and ailing health, wanting to give up altogether, and yet, being determined not to surrender to the blackness.

DSCN2648A most suitable view from the window was on view. In a way, I read of my state of mind in the sky. The ferocity of frustration. The dark depressive clouds. The loneliness. The hopes of light at the end of the tunnel. And the beauty of life! (Pull yourself together, Inchy!)

With some twisted illogical hopes, semi-logicality was restored, I returned to the recliner. And was with Sweet Morpheus within minutes, free of frustrations, worries and calm, for a few hours.

Highly acceptable!

Good morning, each.

Inchcockski – Fri 8 May 2020: VE day photographicalisations, Whoopsies & Accifauxpas. Tsk!

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Friday 8th May 2020

Serbian: Петак, 8. маја 2020

00 May 09

GM003 01:40hrs this morning, I got finally got my head down. Helped by sheer mental-fatigue, earlier sleep deprivations, extra Codeine 30g having been taken, and the wee-weeing incidents slowing down.

WD 50.0.0 06:00hrs: I woke, to my EQ warning me; “Just get on with it, bear the brunt of what is coming?”

The lightness of the late morning made me a little confused for a few seconds. Then the brain engaged gear and joined in with cringingly flobby and oversized-stomached torso, in activationalisationing.

WD 50.0.0 As I tackled getting the lumbering body mass from the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken mechanically, rinky-dinked, démodé, rickety recliner, caught my balance and grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, the need for another wee-wee came to the fore. Off to the EGPB (Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket) for am HLSB (Hosepipe-like-short-blasting) type, wee-wee. Knocking some stuff off of the corner stand en route to the kitchen. Tsk!

WD 50.0.0 Made a mash of Thompsons Punjana tea. Took the medications. Olive oiled the ear-holes and found I was not looking forward to the Party in the Pod.

Feeling a smidge melancholic, I suppose. I cannot physically move an easy chair and or table into the balcony. Can’t decorate the pod, I can’t even open the bloody windows! Such are the ailments, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying, RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra, Shaking Shaun, Roger Reflux, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley etc. are all going to prevent me enjoying and taking part in the so-called party. The Residents Group, are kindly going supply some nibbles for the picnic in the pod. Deafness will prevent me from hearing the music they are going to play from the rooftop, and join in. It makes one feel more isolated when you can’t physically join in things. As I mentioned, I can’t even open the new, unwanted, disliked balcony windows this morning. Nicodemus ensured that.

But, others are in the same boat. And this realisation soon brought me out of my appalling, momentary, self-pitying-mode. Bad innit, when you get feeling like this! Glad I shook myself out of it, and took some photos, some through the glass of balcony, others from the kitchen window.

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On the computer and started this post off (In between wee-wees, Tsk!).

6Sat02Put the computer in sleep mode, and off to get the ablutions done.

But had a change of plans for some unknown reason, I got the handwashing done, wrung, and hung, while I sang a song! Hehehe! (Tower of Strength, Frankie Vaughan)

Off to the wet room, and noticed how full the waste bin was getting. Another diversion! I took the bag and container into the kitchen to clean, and sorted out four small black bags of rubbish, and loaded them in the trolley-walker, and took them to the waste chute. Back to the flat, with the toes worse than ever making hobbling uncomfortable. (I mention this, cause I don’t want you to worry about me being contented, free-of-pain, or even slightly happy! Hahaha!)

5Fri08I was not of excuses to avoid getting the ablutions tended to, (Har-har!) It was, I think, the thought of having to clean and medicate Little Inchies fungal lesion that was making me delay the procedure. (Gawd, it’s a painful daily task! [Coward?]). Another wee-wee first, then I got the teggies done.

WD 50.0.0 I did manage a decently deep cut under the chin, shaving, though. Then under the shower, using the freebie shower gel pot, and the last of the carbolic soap. (Will I ever find any again? Sob!) Olive-oiled the ears again. Applied the Germoloid, and Germolene creams. Rubbed in the pain gel on the knees and arms.

WDP4WD 50.0.0 The dropsies were not too bad this morning. Toilet roll, Toothbrush, razor (2), shower gel pot, carbolic soap, the Jenny ♥ supplied picker-upperer, and the Germoloid tube. Then, with no more reasons I could think of to avoid it, I tackled the fungal lesion medicating. “Argh!” comes to mind as the best descriptive word to describe the experience. But at least it was done, I hoped and prayed that the lesion does not start bleeding again and give me break. Tsk!

As I was spraying and freshening up the torso, with body spray, Dettol, after-shave and clothes freshener, te need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. A much more manageable, if massive, session, this time. Although for an unknown reason, it left me so sore. I cleaned the tender rear area and reapplied some Germoloid cream once more, (Thank heavens Jenny was able to get me some Germoloid on her order last week, thanks, Jen!). And, off to take a Codeine with a mug of tea.

The ‘Hum’ had now got as loud as yesterday’s was, and that was rambunctiously so! It was getting to me, so what any poor devil with decent hearing was going through, I don’t know.

I had a go on CorelDraw to try to make some graphics before the picnic-pack arrived, for the People in the pod celebrations on the balcony start.

Sister Jane rang, bless her. Told me to watch BBC1 again. I was waiting to get the picnic-in-the pod. I went onto making a silly ode about Coronavirus and the lock-down easing. Got it finished and published. It’s not of my betterer ones, but still. Such a shame.

5Fri13The doorbells chimed, twas a very kind young lady delivering the Picnic-in-the-pod nibbles, bless her. Some Melton mini-pork pies in there! Perfect timing. I consumed a mini-pie and took one with me out on the balcony with a cup of tea. Not an easy job with the walking stick. It took me three trips.

I took some photographs from inside the balcony (Pod).

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The end windows were too tricky for me to open. I recall slicing my finger the first time I tried when the lethal metal spring clip that needs pulling and pushing at the same time. The blood flowed! I managed to open two of the front windows, though.

I also waved to a few people, but no one responded. So, I drank the tea, put the cup in the washing up bowl, and returned to the balcony, even more, determined to get someone to wave back to me! Of course, no one did, not that I saw, anyway. Got the camera again.

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I took a couple of zoomed-in shots of the flags on Elmswood Gardens.

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5Fri32I saw how bad the first photo was of the top of the hill, so I took another one. It seems that Winwood Heights was being photographed by a lot of people today.

I could not see who they were below, or who was in the pods, but I put my best grin on and waved away. No acknowledgements or return waves received.

So, I stuck to photographicalisationing a few more efforts. I noted that we had attracted the Constabulary. I’d love to know who the lady was in the period gown, HRH? ♥

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5Fri33Hello, are two more Police Ossifers with long shadows, going along Chestnut Walk, now! I wonder if they were checking on social-distancing, drug-dealing, or just after some freebie-nibbles? Hahaha!

I decided I’d been photographed enough, ignored, and needed a wee-wee. So, of I trotted to the wet room.

WD 50.0.0 On returning to 5Fri34the balcony, I took the last snap of some folks down below, I think it might have been relatives of tenants, knowing we’d (well some of us) be in out pods, who’d come to visit from a sage, or even, safe, distance?

I attempted to close the windows. Hahaha! What a farce! I tried all sorts to get the panes to go back where I moved them from. I got a little frustrated with myself. I boldly applied extra pressure and raised the glass at the same time, and they closed? I’m really sure what I did, but it worked. It would be nice to know how I did it.

Then I thought I heard some banging, and thought it might not be Herbert, but someone at the door, so I went to investigate…

WDP 1LdWD 50.0.0 The door handle and fittings that were already loose, just fell off! Now, this was bad, but it had a good side to it!

With just going on the balcony earlier, I came the missing box of screwdrivers. Safely ensconced in the three-wheeled-walker! Good job, too, or it would have meant my disturbing someone to get help. I managed to get the mechanism back inside the slot and tighten things up. Smug Mode-Engaged!

5Fri35Blimus, it’s late! Got the nosh on the go. I got the superb, kindly donated Melton Mowbray pork pies, silverskin onions and terrible, bitter-tangy, sour tomatoes on the plate. Then, got the superb-tasting ‘Naturally Imperfect’ chips in the oven, and readied some Petit Pois in a pot for later cooking.

I got my meal served up, on the tray. Rather a lot this time, but I felt I could manage it all, especially with not having any dinner the day before.

WD 50.0.0 I had to nip to the wet room for a wee-wee and found that Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding again. This cost me the meal going cold, and the usual agony, and some arghing. Hehehe! I got things cleaned up, changed PPs, washed and back to the semi-warm meal.

WD 50.0.0 5Fri35aGot the fodder to the recliner, and found that the balcony doors clicked open of their own accord? Baffled as to why; I investigated. The catch was not snapping in, and I had a hell of a job, fiddling and guessing which position the lock button should be in, and trying to work out how. By pure chance came to the rescue, and I got it locked at last. It didn’t do me much confidence-wise when I realised I had three keys, all different?

WDPT06LWD 50.0.0 The food was stone cold by the time I got down in the c1968, second-hand, £300 rickety, none-working recliner, to eat. Then, I realised I could not find the TV remote control! 

I had the most extended search in history to find the controller, but no luck whatsoever!

5Fri36WD 50.0.0 What should’ve been a super-nosh, ended up being picked at, and only got a 4/10 for a taste-rating! It looked so delicious as well. All those wonderful chips wasted. The gorgeous petit pois, too. The only things that were not spoilt by being cold were the Morrocan tomatoes, but they were really foul-tasting, bitter and almost juiceless. Grumblebotherations!

WD 50.0.0 I put the things in the washing-up bowl to soak and conducted planned search for the TV remote. All rooms checked, no success! I settled down, resigned to having no TV to help me fall asleep! Bad, that! Yet, within minutes, despite the Thought Storming, I nodded off. Yeehaa!

WD 50.0.0 I woke up minutes later, to the sound of something thudding? I struggled out of the recliner, grabbed the stick, and went on a look around, to find what might have caused the noise. I found a lot of books on the bookcase had fallen over. Indeed this would not have been noisy enough to wake me up? But I could see nothing else untoward anywhere.

6Sat01WD 50.0.0 As I was successfully failing to get back to kip, the wall-clock fell off the wall!

My Gawd; is the building about to collapse?

WD 50.0.0 As I struggled up and to the clock with the stick and picker-upperer, the mini vacuum cleaner, fell out of its charging base!?!? What?

Ah, the mysterious wonders of 72, Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission?

Feb 10fI settled once again, with the thought, well, dream, of getting some sleep. The late sunshine burst through the flimsy, thin curtains, lighting up the legs.

I was probably the way the pins were resting on the chair, but they looked to be getting some more meat on them? I swear, the long toenails hurt in their own right, along with the Colin Cramps attack at the time I took this shot.

When the evening sunshine dipped, I was soon in the land of nod!

At last!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 7th May 2020: 26hrs without any kip! Humph!

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Thursday 7th May 2020

Bulgarian: Четвъртък, 7 май 2020 г.

00 May 07 linda N

GM2green05I’d amazingly fell asleep early last night, amazing! It didn’t last long, though.

WD 0.50.0 I woke with a rare and nervewracking, alarming, urgency, in desperate need of a wee-wee! Fumbled my way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, uncomfortable, not-operational, tatty, dangerous, flea-bitten, rickety recliner. Caught my balance, grabbed the stick, and off to the wet room.

Considering how thin the legs have gone over the last 24hrs. I was caught out by the ferocity and length of the evacuation. I was almost drained and tired by the time it had finished. Where did that torrent come from? I hobbled to the kitchen and got the medications out.

4Thu01WD 0.50.0 This was when a possible cause for the flood came to mind. It is possible, with the medications being all mixed up and some got lost when I took the tumble and spilt the tablets and pills, on Monday. I may have taken Furesomide instead of either Codeine or a Beta-blockers? But, who knows. There is definitely no fluid retention in the pins, in fact, they are the thinnest they have ever been, for some unknown reason.

I did the earhole olive-oiling, Saccades eyes sprayed. Got the kettle on, and… flipping ‘eck, it was back to the wet room for another wee-wee!

WDP4WD 0.50.0 Another almost tiring, right uncomfortable LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting) version. This time, with a lot of back-spraying. Which needed cleaning up, during which I caught the toes of the right foot against the metal seat support, I managed to avoid shouting out loud, but curses silently flowed from my lips, with the pain making me wince a bit! This flow came to an abrupt end. I washed the hands after cleaning up, and the bar of vegetable soap shot out of my grasp, hit the far right wall and fell downwards. I still haven’t found it yet. Tsk!

4Thu03WD 0.50.0 I started on the computer, and WordPress was refusing to save my work? I could not find out if it was WordPress or the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet playing up again. Ah, I see the computer box lights flashing, and some are off altogether!

VirDown 0.30.0

It’s incredible how some people, go out of their way to make people loathe and hate them like Fries does! Swine!

WD 0.50.0 It’s still new in the day, too early to sign-in for the Icelands ‘At-Risk’ list to book an order. I hope that Mr Fries pathetic farce of an imitation internet supplying company are back on again before 09:00hrs. Not as it says, that it will guarantee a slot being available anyway.

Makes you sick, all mist and mirrors and lies!

WD 0.50.0 Off for yet another wee-wee. Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding now! My life reminds me of a joke… this one:

Inchcock used to say that he was the unluckiest person he knew. He had never won anything or had anything good happen to him in his entire life. Until now.

Inchcock was clearing out his junk room when he came upon an old painting and a violin. Thinking they might be valuable, he took them to the auction house to be valued.

The appraiser said, “Inchcock, I’ve good news, and I have some bad news!”

“What’s the good news?” Inchcock asked.

“The good news is that you have a Stradivarius and a Picasso,” replied the appraiser.

“I can’t believe my luck!” cried Inchcock “Nothing like this ever happens to me!”

“Well I wouldn’t get ahead of yourself Inchcock” continued the appraiser, “Because the bad news is that Stradivarius was a terrible painter and Picasso was no good with violins!”

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I got some photographs of the moon taken while I was non compos mentiss over the internet. I was so pleased with the results. (which, of course, do not show the thirteen failed shots I made, Tsk!)

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4Thu03aWell, I’m up as gum-tree now! I went and got the veg prepped and into the crock-pot.

I had a very mild Dizzy Dennis visit, which didn’t long. But got Shaking Shaun attending me afterwards, and that is something new. Still, okay, now.

4Thu02Then, off for another wee-wee. Things were less powerful this time, and not so much released either. The fungal lesion was not bleeding, that was something at least! Is my ill-fortune changing?

The plates (feet) and toes were still giving me some bother and stinging. Considering that I have done so little walking (well, hobbling about), I was surprised about this. And boy, were they pale!

Hello, the internet’s has come back on. (For heaven’s sake, don’t tell Mr Fries!)

At long last, I got started on the updating of the Tuesday diary. As I achieved success and got it finished, one more trip to the wet room was needed. This time, still a forceful effort, but much shorter. It makes me wonder where it is all coming from?

Made a brew, and got on with Pinteresting a few snaps. Then on WordPress reading. Next, Facebooking for a few hours. Added to the picture galleries.

4Thu11Off for, unbelievably, another wee-wee.

The knees and pins (legs) were looking far less Clopidogrelled.

A little more colour in them as well.

I went on to CorelDraw to make up some graphics for later use.

Jenny kindly rang me to ask if I was alri4Thu12ght for bread and milk, which I am. I thanked her for thinking of me.

I checked the Google calendar for tomorrow: Yee-ha! Only one item on for Friday 8th May, Great! (That is I hope so, there may be something I’ve missed off?) It has been known before.

I turned off the computer, and pondered a moment or two, on what to have for nosh tonight. After a while, I realised I was not hungry at all, really.

So I decided to just have some nibbles of some sort, later on.

It’d been a long time since I’d had a wee-wee but found the urge coming on once more and with a sense of urgency this time! It was a painful trip to the wet room, and I made it JIT (Just-in-time) with no by the narrowest of margins.

4Thu10aThe evacuation was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) variety for a change. Changed the PP’s in case any leakages in my rush had gone unnoticed.

I saw that the tiny hotel-room type freebie tablet of vegetable soap was holding up well after several uses. I like the lather it gives off.

Freshened up, and found myself feeling in an anomalistic frame of mind. The EQ warned me of more hassle to come! I did not feel poorly or even under the weather, but a vagueness lingered, and unexplainable sense, like: It’s coming and will have to be coped with? Confused? So am I! Tsk!

I gathered some nibbles and a bottle of orange juice around me and got down to watch TV. But watching what was on, I lost all interest. So, I went on a radio channel and listened to a documentary. I stayed awake all the way through the hour-long programme, and during it, ate a banana, orange, some cashew nuts and a fair few Mini-cheddar biscuits.

With so little sleep last night, I’d hoped to catch-up on it a bit. So, earlier than normal, I took out the hearing aids and removed the glasses. Pulled the woolly hat over my eyes, and within a few minutes, I’d nodded-off! Great!

Then the farce began…

WDP 4LWD 0.50.0 I was woken up a few minutes later, with clumping noises coming from somewhere I could not identify. They stopped quickly. Of course, this meant I had to get out of the c1968 recliner, to have a look around in case something had fell over somewhere in the flat. But I found nothing untoward. Back down in the chair. And surprised myself with how quickly I drifted off again.

WDP 4GLWD 0.50.0 The mobile phone flashed and burst into life. Huh! I struggled free of the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner, caught my balance, and as I got to the mobile, it stopped ringing! Harrumph! Back to the recliner, took the mobile with me in case, grumped and groaned silently to myself and back to sleep!

WDP 03LWD 0.50.0 An hour or so later, the landline rang out and flashed! I could have cried! On my feet once more, and stubbed my toe on the swivel chair leg, going to phone. Which delayed me, and the ringing ceased! What the hell is happening here? Ghosts? Aliens? I settled back down, but it took me an aeon to get back to sleep. The Thought-Storms started, I could stop them, on and on at me they flowed. I don’t know why; they were mostly nonsense, imaginary fears and worries, but twisted enough to keep me awake.

WDP 02LRdWD 0.50.0 Then, another call for a wee-wee. I threw caution to the wind in my haste, and rolled out of the chair, grabbed the stick and was hobbling to the wet room, in record time. Yes, it was another urgent one! I didn’t make it in time! Embarrassment-Mode-Engaged! Surely, these must be Furesomide induced wee-wees? I had a wash and change of PP’s, and I must have looked (because I was), stupified as I returned to the rickety recliner. My heart was racing, Anne Gyna, the toes, and Duodenal Donald were all having a go at me now!

When I first got settled a few hours ago, I was feeling better than I had done for ages. Now it was a damaged, injured, mentally insecure, wreck, of an old man who got back into his ancient, non-working recliner. I tried to resist the brain’s workings again, and eventually drifted off, into the comforting embrace of Sweet Morpheus! I think I was dreaming about a young lady from many years ago…

WDP01bWD 0.50.0 Later on, Globdangerations & Grumpworthiness! The mobile phone flashed and rang out! I reached out onto the Ottoman, grabbed the phone (It may have got wet from the tears falling – only joking!), it was Sister Jane, I’d now got not only Shaun, Donald, Anne and Reflux Roger bothering me, but Stuttering Stephanie joined in! I was only half-aware of what was happening and struggling to get my words out like never before. Jane said for me to watch BBC 1, great news! I’m not certain what else was said.

WDP 2aWD 0.50.0 Argh! Another wee-wee needed! I fought my way out of the rickety recliner yet again, not so urgent this time. But having been caught-out earlier, I was taking no chances, and I got to the WC in good time. The evacuation was the same as the previous two. The problem was that Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding! So, I had to do a cleaning up, medicating session and change the PPs again!

I’ve already been up for over 20 hours. But could I get to sleep again? No!

I’m not sure which Aliens, Ghosts, Goblins or God I’ve upset, enough to be denied rest and sleep like this – but I apologise! Beg for forgiveness, and sleep! That might do the trick?

I gave up and got up. Updated this blog, between wee-wees and Duodenal Donald’s and Anne Gyna’s stabbings, in a mood of acceptance.

I got caught as far as here and went to make a brew. When looking out of the window, I spotted a fire of some sort way in the distance. So took some photos of the scene, and one well zoomed-in one of the fire-smoke in the far distance.

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I thought I’d finish this blog and get it posted off, cause with the picnic in the pod tomorrow, and the state I’ll be in with no sleep, Humph!

Inchcock: Wednesday 6th May 2020

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Wednesday 6th May 2020

Croatian: Srijeda, 6 Svibnja 2020

00 May 06 linda N

GM blu0104:25hrs: I woke, with the tummy rumbling, and some wind fluttering from the rear-end. This was different! Aha, the Porcelain Throne needed. Maybe this time, I can actually move something, if the Macrogol has done its thing, I thought. Action needed.

3Wed01I glanced at the pins (legs) before attempting to move, it seemed the left one had put on some fluid or weight, the right one had lost weight. I know this happening is regular, but today it seemed a more marked difference. Hey-ho!

I rose from the £300, second-hand, c1968, sickeningly beige-coloured, none-working, rickety recliner, with such ease, not known for a long time. Kept my balance as well! Oh, Yes!

WDP 4RightThe toes and feet were just as bad though. But during the short hobble to the wet room, I recognised that many ailments were on strike this morning. Hehe! Saccades-Sandra, Duodenal Donald and Reflux Roger pains were none existent! Anne Gyna, Shaking Shaun and Arthur Itis were hardly giving any hassle at all! Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were going off and on at will. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley as having the odd jerk. It’s just as well, the toes and feet were bad enough on their own.

Things were very pleasing in the ailments department, but experience prevented me from adopting a smug-mode, just a slight inkling of semi-hope instead. Haha!

3Wed02WD 0.0.128 3 I got down on the disabled raised Porcelain Throne and instant action! For a second or two, then I hit a half-in/half-out, no-go period. Which was not wasted, I got on the crossword book and got a few solutions done, and the ‘flow’ began again. The pain was alarming, but it did it all of its own accord, no effort needed from yours truly at whatever. All I had to do was bear the pain. It’s alife innit, gerrin’ old! But once again, things could have been a lot worse. Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little Inches fungal lesion had both only produced a few specks of blood! I moved my slight inkling of semi-hope, up to a Semi-Contented-Status. I still felt that things were going too well, and a distant, nebulous, concern lingered in my mind.

3Wed03Off to the kitchen, took the medications as best I could. The medicine avalanche and tumble yesterday has left me guessing at what tablets are what, from the selection, I’d retrieved from the floor.

3Wed04Then I made a mug of the Glengettie Gold tea. 

I decided to get the mushrooms in the slow-cooker on a low heat setting, ready for later. I added sea salt, Hickory and Soy sauce to flavour it a bit. I fetched the Nikon camera and took these photos.

This was the first time that Colin Cramps gave me any bother this morning, and he was in a bad mood. It had to happen, things seemed to be slowly getting back to normal now. Hahaha! Whoopsies and Accifauxpas Readiness Mode engaged!

I got the black bags made up and got them on the trolley-walker in the hallway, to be taken to the waste-chute when time allowed.

WD 0.0.128 3 I returned to the main junk-room and got the computer on. First thing, I downloaded the photos;

  • WD 0.0.128 3 The I-drive was not recognised!
  • WD 0.0.128 3 So, I tried the E-drive and that worked (Phew!)
  • WD 0.0.128 3 Then the CorelDraw keyboard selections did not work!
  • I turned everything off, and back on, and now okay!
  • WD 0.0.128 3 Then when I loaded WordPress, it told me there was no comments or views for this month! I pressed F5 (Reload) WDP 003land it came on. Having some bother now, ain’t I?
  • WD 0.0.128 3 I removed the SD disc and noticed I’d not got the lens cap for the Nikon on.
  • WD 0.0.128 3 Despite a frustrating 20-minute fart-around searching, I could not find it. And knew it had to be in the wet room, hallway or kitchen, so concentrated my failed search in these areas. Had to give up, and try not to think about it, and get on with the blogging! 

WD 0.0.128 3 No signs of it, I think I’ve worn out the carpet withWDP 20193b my dragged feet and the four-pronged walking stick, searching to no avail. Grrr!

Probably because my losing the lens cap and my getting all fussed, flummoxed and frustrated, it was hard to concentrate of the updating of yesterdays diary. But I persevered, with the damned annoyingly loud ‘Hum’ that was weeing me off more than usual! Not much noise from Herbert this morning.

I got it finished, and I sent off the link via email. Put some shots on Pinterest. Then went on the WordPress reader for a good while. Went through the comments, it didn’t take long, there was only one. Humph! Then on to Facebooking.

I then made a start on calling … No, I didn’t! Sister Jane phoned me. As she started talking, the door chime rang out. I asked Jane to ring back later and off I went to investigate. I got to the door and found a box of freebie food from the Government. Obviously, my cancelling it didn’t work yesterday. I might have been too late in doing it. I hope they do not send any more. I got the things in a few at a time, the box was too heavy to carry in. I put the stuff away and sorted things out a bit.

2Tue15I got carried away clearing up and made another couple of boxes to go to the waste chute. I got them dropped down, and a feeling of expectancy of something different about to happen on my way back, not necessarily a good thing either is on its way, came over me. Someone or thing had walked over my grave!

WD 0.0.128 3 I got into the wet room, for a wash and freshen up, not the full ablution session. I’d changed the hearing aid batteries and was clearing out the ear wax, and the landline rang out. Whoops, I’d forgotten about Jane ringing back!

Within minutes of nattering and making notes of the things Jane told me I was doing wrong or not doing, that I should be. (Hehehe!)

3Wed05Boy, the legs were cold (not wearing trousers does that to you, sometimes). Yet the sunshine outside was strong. Jane said she went out earlier and it was nippy. I suddenly got the feeling that I had left the tap running in the wet room, panicked, muttered something like ‘Argh! back in a bit’, and shot off to infestigate, well investigate I should have said. All was okay in the wet room, and I returned quickly and explained my ignorant behaviour. It was hard to hear what Jane was saying, a very echoey line, and she was talking rather fast.

WD 0.0.128 3 Then Reflux Roger and Stuttering Stephanie started off! Making hearing, well, understanding what was said even harder. I think Jane got a bit frustrated with me, understandably. I plan to ring her back later when Stephanie and Roger ease off. It must be difficult for folks trying to have a conversation on the phone with me. It is for me, too.

My previously fair mood changed to a lower level. I made a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea.

WD 0.0.128 3 When I returned for the umpteenth time to the computer, I found the missing lens cap, under the recliner! What a klutz!

I feel down again now, and my self-esteem dwindled again. Hello, Herbert’s clunking about again doing his models! At least I know he’s not ill.

3Wed06I pressed on with this blog for a few hours.

Then went on Nottingham City site’s latest Coronovavirus figures. There are now 541 confirmed cases in Nottingham. Locally, East Midlands we are still the second-highest City for deaths and confirmed cases. And, of course, we don’t know if these numbers are only for people who are in, or died in the hospitals or not.

I made another mug of tea, the last one I let go cold. Tsk!

WD 0.0.128 3 As I was making the brew, that sickly wet warm feeling from the lower regions was felt. Oh, dearie me, and Repulsive-Globberatons! So, back to the wet room to clean up the Fungal Lesion. Not one of the least painful or looked forward to jobs. But, it had to be done. I winced, and gave out the odd ‘Oooh!’ and ‘Argh’! But it was done. The PPs changed. And the medication applied. ‘Earargagagwumph!’ 

I did a super-hand wash afterwards. Ears olive-oiled. A clean-up, I used the freebie vegetable soap for the first time. It suds-up well, not any smell with it. Unless the imagined smell of cauliflower I sensed, was real? It lasted well. Hehehe!

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3Wed10aIt brought out the wrinkles a bit, mind. Haha!

I used the new toilet roll delivered today, to erm… dry things off with. Did you notice how narrow it was? Still, better than nothing, I’ll be happy to use it for its intended use. I’ll just have to be careful when I use it. Oh, yes!

I rang Jane back, to see how she and Peter were going. I discovered I should not be eating mushroom pate, Jane is having Steak and Kidney pie, Peter is in the Garden reshaping a tree stump, and it’s cold outside. Hahaha!

3Wed24I got on with sorting the meal. Ended up with a delightful plate of, Mushroom pate (Sorry Jane). sweet potato fritters (Excellent!). Halloumi sticks (Not bad), mushrooms (seasoned with hickory, soya and sea salt). Pickled Gherkins, a mix of sour Morrocan, and sweet Netherlands tomatoes. One of the freebie red apples from Serbia. One super-tasty sourdough muffin with Marmite, and a pot of lemon mousse. having to use the Ski first, as they have a later date than the Tesco ones that Jenny got for me. All in all, a Flavour-Rating of 8/10, had it not been for the Moroccan tomatoes and the powdery apple, this might have been the highest-rated meal this year.

Got the pots in the bowl to soak. Down in the dangerous, c1968, rickety recliner, and got the TV on.

3Wed21WDPH01LI found a 1962 film about to start, on channel 81 Freeview. ‘Crooks Anonymous’, starring Leslie Phillips, Stanley Baxter & Wilfrid Hyde-White, James Robertson Justice, Dick Emery, Julie Christie, and Norman Rossington. It was badly acted, terrible script, black and white… and I loved it. Pure nostalgia! I wallowed in it! Several views bringing back memories of things I was doing, back when I was alive. And not a single nodding-off! (Although it was a close call a few times. Hehe!) Within minutes of it finishing, I was deep in the past, recalling names of people, and incidents, I thought I’d forgotten.

I don’t seem to remember owt after that. So, I must have nodded off proper, for I woke up four hours later, feeling as bright as a button. (I must look up where that phrase came from). And got up for a wee-wee!

Inchcockski – Tuesday 5th May 2020: Hello, a reduction in Whoopsiedangleplops. Ye-ha!

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Samoan: Aso Lua 5th Me 2020

00 May 05

GM05 creamWD 0.0.255 03:55hrs: I been up for about three hours by this time, thanks to sleep not being interested in joining me. Pottering about half-heartedly, I pretended to sort-out the fridge, concentrated on it for a full five minutes. Then toyed at doing the washing up.

And what a ‘Mistake to make that turned out to be. I was depressed, or repressed, or both, overtired and so irritable with myself.

WD 0.0.255 So it did me no good at all when I dropped the step ladder. Thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failure. The bottom of the aluminium leg made contact with my left knee! Crrrrickey, that hurt!

WDP 1LcbWD 0.0.255 But worse still, as I bent to retrieve the steps, my bottom hit the stack of plastic drawers near the door, pushing me forwards onto the floor, and I got virtually showered with a right load of medical stuff that fell off of the top drawer! A dropper of olive-oil had broken. The light in weight, enoxaparin filled hypos didn’t fall off at all. Int life confusing?

As I collected up the medicines, my irritability level grew to a hyperirritability level when I realised the blister-pack had split! It took me hours to find the spread-all-over tablets and capsule. Well, I didn’t find them all. I could not identify the difference between the Codeine 30g, the Furesomide and the Beta-blockers, they all look the same to me. Some of the Ramipril 40g capsules split open when I accidentally trod on them. (They do that, I’ve noticed before!) The Atorvastatin 80g, which I have to take whole, and struggle at times with them, were all found. Tsk! Some of the Lansoprazole capsules were never seen again? I’d squashed a tube of Germoloid, that was fun cleaning up.

So, I’d gone from a frustrated, miserable, self-hating, loathing-of-life person, into a mental wreck in a matter of minutes! (But this was not to last very long, at all!) More time lost trying to assess what was what. I gave up in the end, sod-it!

2Tue25I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. And found that I had calmed down, and gone into ‘Accepting-Mode’? Even as I stood there, amid the medical mayhem, mess; There was no guilt, no feeling sorry for myself, or sulking! I think that with Nicodemus playing up, the full message of the pain had not got through to the brain? Oh, course I could be wrong.

I got the stepladders back assemble, up at 2Tue01the window, and took a photo of the morning moon. As I stood there with the window open, I found myself off on a Thought-Storm again. Not a  particularly bad one, mind. More, strongly musing, and casting away the worrying thoughts, and holding onto the better ones. This is not like m2Tue03e, especially after my altercations?

Got the computer booted, and made a quick Thoughts ode to use later. I noticed the brightness coming through the curtains and thought it might be another rainbow, so I got the camera and went to the kitchen window. Wonderful view! Made another brew, of Glengettie tea. Then answered two WordPress comments. Got on with the updating of the Monday post. But the Morrison order arrived and had to be dealt with and sorted out. So I did! The delivery chap came up and left the bags outside. I pointed out the can pf G&T for him, well, his wife, she loves them.

2Tue11

I 2Tue27got the large order in a bag or two at a time, and into the kitchen. Despite the horrendous start to the day, I was feeling good. As I packed away the goods, I realised there had been a lot of substituting and items not delivered. 

Shame about crap chicken & mushroom substitute pot noodles, cause the sticky rib one I ordered, is the only one I like, more giving or throwing stuff away! Tsk!

2Tue12I hope their smokey bacon is better tasting than the watery Iceland label rubbish. But I fear the look identical. A high-note, the yhad sent some of the delicious sweet potato Fritters, and I tried a pack of Hovis sourdough muffins. The bananas were a tad green, but not to fret. I got the fridge stuff put away first.

2Tue13It was hard work making the room to get it in, I’d ordered a fair bit. Initially, I was tickled pink when I saw they had some Cox’s apples in stock and ordered a pack. Grobblecluckinghell! Every apple was either bruised, pot-marked or had a wormhole in them! I’m sorry I gave the bloke a can of plonk now! Humph!

2Tue14I found a packet of two frozen Louisiana Chick’n Burgers? I did not recall ordering these, but they’d charged me, so I must have. On closer inspection, it claimes Amazing Chicken Taste, but I could not see any meat in the ingredient list? I’ve never been less interested in any product in my life! Vegetarian or Vegan? Not for me! I dished it in the waste bag, which made just enough room to get the other stuff into the freezer, Haha!

2Tue02The job was done, and another brew made, I might get to drink this one.

The moon looked like it had a red ring around it, so I fetched the camera and took this effort as the day began to break. Not very good, but it shows the ring up?

I began to work on the updating again, and the door chimes rang out there, ♫ I only want to be with you, ♫ tune. I investigated, and it must have been Jenny or Frank, who had dropped off the bleach and Lemon mousse for me. Jen had ordered some for me on her Asda order, she is good to me. ♥

2Tue08aI got the ablutions tended to. I could hardly believe hoe the body had changed so quickly. The arms and legs had positively shrunk! But the already overbearing stomach was much bigger? The toenails keep getting longer and more painful. Anyroad, the session was another good one. Only two little nicks shaving. I did cut the gums a fair few times when I was doing the teeth, but that was all down to Shuddering Shoulder Shirley. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding, but I’ve had it a lot worse this. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were only trickling blood. All in all, a surprisingly decent session!

2Tue21Some more updating (will I ever get it done?) I took a snap of the shadowy bottom field. Funny how the Nikon seems much better at taking this sort of shot in auto mode. The Panasonic is not so good.

I tried for an evacuation on the Porcelain Throne. Failed again. Tsk!

Herbert upstairs is busy, dril2Tue16ling away, I wonder what he’s making today.

Then, the Iceland delivery man arrived. Not such a big order, and even less with the out of stock various loaves and things.

Huh! I’ve just cancelled the weekly bread and 2Tue28milk stuff from the Government, and now they have no bread delivered from Iceland! Just look at the list of have-nots-in-stock! It’s a grand job that Jenny is doing for me. I shouldn’t have to worry about desserts until the next Morrison delivery arrives in three weeks, though. I’ll try to get some bread from the mobile shop on Friday, I’ve enough until then. I’ve put the sourdough muffins in individual bags in the freezer, having one tonight perhaps, I’ve left that one out in the 2Tue23kitchen.

I got the updating done at last. Just one of those days, interruptions and Whoopsiedanhleplops galore! Went on the Pinterest, then the WordPress reader. Then Facebooking. It suddenly dawned on me, the ‘Hum’ doesn’t sound as loud as usual today. I wish it was 2Tue22always like this. Went out on the balcony to take a shot of the wonderful clouds. I like this one.

Those amazing cloud formations!

WD 0.0.255A I made another brew and started on this post. I noticed when I used the rather poor quality 2Tue25snap, I must have caught my forefinger in the farcical furore earlier with the steps and medicine avalanche. Hehehe! Hey-ho! I’m glad I didn’t lose it when I took the tumble.

All fine now, anyway. Just curious to know hat Herbert is clanging, banging and drilling away making. It must be a big model, whatever it is. Herbert might be in lockdown, giving him more time to make his models. Good for him, if this is so.

2Tue24I had a quick search for the latest Coronavirus figures available, Nottingham and local East Midlands cities, and the UK.

It seems that Nottingham City was having things a little better than those around nearby lately?

Derbyshire and Nottinghamshire are the worst hit.

I’m getting drained mentally now. Poor old twit! I went to arrange and get the nosh sorted out.

2Tue34Sokowlo pork hot dogs, fries, cheese discs, a mix of cherry tomatoes; the foul, bitter-tasting Moroccan ones from Iceland, and the Netherlands ultra-tasty sweet ones from Morrisons. Chestnut mushrooms, a well-bruised Morrison’s Cox’s apple, a lemon mousse dessert (having to eat the Ski mousse first, as they are shorter-dated than the Asda ones that Jenny got for me) The sourdough muffin, I’d Marmited, and they went down extremely well! I used one of the individual Marmite pots I bought from Amazon, tasty, and just enough! Flavour rating: 8/10!

WDP 12bGot the washing up done, and as expected, sleep was not forthcoming easily. Much hogwash half-watched on the TV. No nodding off and waking again tonight, though. Looking back, when I did nod off, very late in the evening, at least I slept right through for, wait for it… six-hours! Great!

Inchcock Today – Monday 4th May 2020: Hopes fade – but not to worry, they weren’t all that large in the first place. Hehehe!

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2020 ttttMay04

Monday 4th May 2020

Afrikaans: Maandag 4 Mei 2020

00 May 04

TFZer May Gardeners

GM2turq03 WD 150.0.100 01:25hrs: The much-hated all-around ‘Hum’ noise sounded for forceful than ever, as I was abruptly roused into a simulated form of life. Then, I so many things became noticeable by their strangeness and unusuality. And Confusion Conrad took over my thought processing for a short while, well, a fair bit of time actually! Which in my responses to, caused me a few injuries, but at least woke me up entirely. Hehehe! (Not funny at the time, mind!)

WD 150.0.100 I felt the chilly draft coming in through the wide-open balcony door. What?

WD 150.0.100 As I moved to get my lumbering wobbly-body out of the recliner to shut the doors, I realised I had all sorts of weird and wonderful things all over and around me! Pairs of washed socks, a bath towel, a bottle of mineral water, and packets of instant mashed potatoes and other stuff?

WD 150.0.100 Throwing the things off of my body to get to close the door quickly, I knocked many things off of the Ottoman.

wd 150.0.100A And stubbed the end of my foot against the metal swivel chair leg. The pain from the overgrown toenails was excruciating!

WD 150.0.100 wd 150.0.100AI got to the sliding doors, and hurriedly closed it. Trapping my right thumb! Argh!

I turned around, and the room looked like it had just been bombed! What the hell had happened? I could only think of one explanation. Nocturnal Phantasma Wanderings, yes, sleepwalking. It had to be somnambulism of some kind, indeed. I recalled yesterday’s moments of being temporarily out-of-it, was this a follow on?

As the scene was identified and the realisation that I was not dreaming sank in, then I started to panic. “What other acts of silliness had I unconsciously done in the rest of the flat?” I was about to set off to investigate, and the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived suddenly and urgently (I thought). So off to the wet room, which looked like I’d left it last night, thankfully.

WD 150.0.100 But Constipation Konrad ensured nothing was evacuated this time. Rock Solid! I did manage a weak dribbling wee-wee, though. You watch, in a few hours, I bet things change again, and Trotsky Terence gets the upper-hand. Tsk!

A quick clean up and I nervously started my search for any damage from my (assumed), noctambulations, in the kitchen.

1Mon001WD 150.0.100 I found that I’d washed a shirt and left it soaking in the bowl in the sink? The place looked like a right mess and unkempt, but this is normal. Humph! I got the shirt rinsed, fabric softened, all done, wrung and hung.

The mystery of why and how the socks were found already hanging on the rail, was not of interest to me at this time. The mind can only cope with so much.

1Mon01I got the kettle on the boil, got a mug prepped with a Thompson Punjana tea bag, and tool a photographicalisation of the morning sky, with the moon partially covered with clouds. I can use this snap later as a background for a thought’s graphic. The mind kept jumping from one thing to another topic, always.

1Mon02wd 150.0.100A As I got the milk from the depths of the refrigerator, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters let me down, and the jug slipped from my grasp. I was impressed with myself, how I managed not to drop the pottery! Then cleaned up the milk form my naked stomach, jammy bottoms and off of the floor. Made the brew, took the medications, olive-oiled the eardrums, sprayed Saccades eyes, and made up a black waste bag.

It has been a hectic morning so far. Whoopsies, Accifauxpas, frustrations and confusion. An everyday start, really for me. I do hope that the NHS R4Vad people look seriously into the questionnaire results, on Vascula Dementia, cause I’m beginning to fret a bit over my recent mind-fumblings.

Got on the computer, faffled about on different things, no concentration this morning now. I found an email from Jenny. She has got the lemon bleach for me. Also, she’d bought some lemon mousse which she knows I’ve been struggling to find, bless her, how kind. I got the money and wrapped it in a bag, put the plonk and bits I’ve got for her and Frank, and into a carrier bag. Put it near the door to remind me, when Jen rings to let me know she’s coming,

I’ll put it outside for her to collect as we swap bags. Lovely! ♥

This reminded me about cancelling the Government food parcel, so I got the address off of the letter and went on to the Government site to follow the instructions and change things. It said to reregister and click ‘Yes’ on “Do you have a way of getting essential supplies delivered” Will stop the supply. So I did.

1Mon05b

I was pleased with the ease of getting it done. Smug-Mode-Utilised! Haha!

Both camera batteries were showing low, so I got them on charging. I got on and updated the gloomy Sunday diary. Nicodemus was acting kind towards me, but Duodenal Donald and Toothache Tim were beginning to bother me. Can’t win them all!

Went onto Pinterest, then WordPress Reader and comments, well, comment.

0530hrs: I went on another Porcelain throne visit, but that was a failure too! Things felt Rock-Solid in there. Oh, dearie me! So, I went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea.

1Mon04a

What a surprise when I saw the fog!

I made a start on this blog; then I had to go on CorelDraw to catch up with the graphicalising.

1Mon06The doorbells chimed out, it was Jenny, who’d left the bleach and lemon Mousse in a bag for me outside the door. She hadn’t warned me she was on the way, so I hadn’t put the payment, wine and nibbles out for her to collect. I called her on the phone and thought I’d be able to ask her my phone number which I forgot and lost the book with the list in. Klump! She was busy, so I didn’t ask her with asking, just thanked her, and she said no hurry. Wonderful woman!

I carried on with the CorelDrawing.

Five hours later, (12:30hrs) Humph!, I phoned ILC, Obersturmführeresses and Catwalk Model Warden Deana. I had to bother her, to get Caretaker Robert’s telephone number, that was lost with the notepad of numbers. Tsk! She didn’t give it to me but kindly asked what I wanted him for, and she passed on the message, asking him if he could call to collect some bags I could not carry to the waste chute. Walking is currently the at it most painful, with the toenails etc.

The blood nurse is not coming until the 12th; I will beg her then to phone the clinic for me to see if anything can be done to assist me in getting the nails cut.

I started to make a template in advance, on WordPress and CorelDraw.

Late now, I should be getting the meal prepared cheesy potatoes and, erm, er, maybe, perhaps. I’ll have a look at what’s available int fridge and freezer.

WD 150.0.100 Ah, that changes the plan! The Leicester grated cheese, with a use-by-date of 27th May printed on it, has gone mouldy! So, agravannoying!

13:40hrs: Hello, the innards are telling me I need to use the Porcelain Throne again. But I dare not, in case the caretaker calls. Oh, dear!

Ah, well, another think on the fodder finding for my food. I have some halloumi cheese sticks, a packet of BBQ skewers, and I can have them with some frozen peas, methinks. Mind you, I’m not hungry, really, now. I was tired, yes.

I’ll have a go on Facebooking, while I wait for Robert to arrive. No, No, I won’t! I’ll see if I can get an order in for Morrisons, I could get an order without waiting for three weeks this time. I’ll give it a try!

WD 150.0.100 Got all confused, the delivery pass was not accepting my card, the same one I pay for the Groceries with! After much kerfuffle, I gave up. But, I still got an order in, for three weeks. Original order is coming tomorrow morning, and Iceland later. At least I’ve got some batteries on the list; if they arrive. I can listen to the radio in the wet room again.

I went to check on the bags at the door, and they were all gone. Bar a bag of glass jars) I struggled to get the wheeler-guide going, and went to limped down to take the bag of recyclable glass jars, and they had gone? I was a bit concerned about the caretaker, if it was him who fetched the bags for me, was not communicating with me? I got down and found him, he was a new face, (I hope Robert is on holiday and not poorly) and he had not fetched the bags, a ‘woman’ did?

With well-aching feet and toes, I limped to the lift, and dropped off the bag for Jenny at her door and rang the bell. She’ll sort out who deserves them for me.

1Mon06bThen I got the ablutions sorted out. Another mystery, but a nice-one: Shaking Shaun, Nicodemus’s nerve-end failures, Anne Gyna and Dizzy Dennis were all so kind to me. The dropsies were only six, and little bleeding. Which was pleasing, but the toes, feet and Arthur’s knees were bothersome.

1Mon06CGoing to the kitchen afterwards, I saw the change of getting a moody-photo in, using the strong evening sunshine and the shadows. I did notice that both legs had gone thin, which in contrast to my wibbly-wobbly gross stomach hanging out all over the place, which gave me the guilts.

1Mon06aI got the meal prepared and served up, and a decent one it was. Those naturally Imperfect chips are the best of the frozen ones I’ve ever had. Overall, a flavour-rating of 705/10.

WD 150.0.100 Again, the sweet-Morpheus refused to come. Sleep deprivation seems to be the thing nowadays, with the lock-down. I bet a lot of others have it as well. Especially the poor devils with neighbours above who play music and watch TV at full-blast every night! They should do what I do, and invest in a pair of headphones so that others can get some sleep, and they can still watch their telly.

WD 150.0.100I watched the TV and nodded-off, woke, watched some TV and nodded-off… for hours and hours repeatedly, before finally getting off to blissful sleep.

WD 150.0.100 Then had to get up when the innards started rumbling, to visit the Throne Room. I struggled and failed to pass again.

Back in the c1968 recliner, I changed to a radio station, some classical music was found, and slowly but surely, the Thought-Storms abated, and I was drifting off, at last…

WD 150.0.100 The landline burst forth its ring and flashed. It took me a few seconds to respond, I struggled out of the chair, banged my elbow on the Ottoman as I nearly lost my balance; silently swore, and two paces to the phone… and it stopped ringing! Grobblecockski!

I got back down again, and it took ages before I’d unwound enough to get some sleep!

WDPrightWD 150.0.100 Again, I was on the verge of slipping into bliss, and the Pillow-Shaker Fire alarm activated! False alarms have occurred a lot of times. The NCH bloke said it is when someone on Blue-tooth on a similar band is using something on their internet or ethernet, laptop, computer or Ipad thingies? Anyway, I had to get up just to check, but there was no alarm on-site or Fire Brigade attended.

I gave up, got up, knocked the bottle of water off of the Ottoman, and did some imitation cleaning in the kitchen. Hey-Ho!

Inchcock Today: Sunday 3rd May 2020: I lost the plot a few times today. Tsk!

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2020 ttttMay03

Sunday 3rd May 2020

Scots Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 3 Cèitean 2020

Marie

Marie, Australian sex-pot and TFZer!

GM black03:45hrs: I stirred into an unwilling simulation of life, and immediately the wee-wee demands arrived. This time, I was careful in my manipulations at getting out of the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner. That’s the uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. That xyrophobia-suffering, chaetophorous, anti-epilation Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, then searched for my valuables, which he found and took. (I still haven’t got all of the money back yet, nine-months later).

I avoided any Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops guilefully, I thought. Off I limped to the wet room, and still managed to arrive in plenty of time. Smug-Mode-Adopted! The action was again swift and rapid, perhaps a more difficult evacuation, but far less hurtful, which pleased me. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding overnight, so a clean and medicating session was needed. (Always a painful, tender and delicate job, Tsk!)

WD 0.0.0 (1) New PP’s, a wash of the hands, that encapsulated my dropping the soap at least three times! Yes, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were playing up a tad already. This didn’t bode well for any physical tasks, making the meals or decent typing for today. But, you never know with my ailments, many come and go at their leisure for varying lengths of time. The important thing, was no Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Shuddering Shoulders Shirley, Toothache Tim, Earache Eric, or Memory blanks had been of any bother, yet. Even Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald were only playing at it this morning. The toes and feet were, of course, making up for the absence of effort from their fellow ailments. Hahaha! 

To the kitchen, took the medications, and made a brew.

Got the computer on with a degree of assiduity and diligence. Then got on with the updating of the Saturday diary. Despite Nicodemus’s problems, I pressed on and got it completed. Emailed the links. Put some bits on Pinterest. Then, I went on the WordPress Reader section. Next, I read the comments, and one from Tim Price from New Mexico, made me laugh out loud. He’d made a parody of my mentioning a stand-alone wee-wee in Friday’s blog. I’ll show it here, it was hilarious for me! Hehehe! 

It goes to Green Day’s tune “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”

“In the Wet Room of Broken Wees”

I’m standing on my feet
In the wet room of broken wees
Although I never sleep
I’m in the Twighlight Zone
And I wee-wee alone

I’m standing at the throne
Trying to wee-wee but I can’t go
The is some broken wind
I’m locked down and I wee-wee alone

I’m standing on my feet
In the wet room of broken wees
Although I never sleep
I’m in the Twighlight Zone
And I wee-wee alone

Inchy’s the only one the hangs there with me
Besides my heart, the sock-glide gives me a beating
I wish someone would come in and assist me
Until then I wee-wee alone

I’m standing on my feet
In the wet room of broken wees
Although I never sleep
I’m in the Twighlight Zone
And I wee-wee alone.

7Sun01I went on Facebooking, The Troll Free Zone, then the Winwood Heights page.

Where I published some photographs of when the nightmare upgrading was taking place. Also, one from the morning of 20th March 2018, 23:45hrs, when I opened the curtain to see a pigeon asleep and pooping at the same time on the scaffolding. I didn’t-half scare the poor thing! Har-har!

WD 0.0.0 (1) Then, it was time for another brew, as soon as I’d made the mug of Glengettie tea, the need for the Porcelain Throne came again. Off to the wet room. Where nothing moved, rock-solid! Despite the wind and bubbling innards? Another sign of problems to come?

WDP A01cWD 0.0.0 (1) I fear that when I returned to the kitchen, I had a sudden and mysterious, unexpected attack of psychasthenia. The mind did not function in any way like usual, I was ultra-vague in thought, and my balance went! Although this only lasted for perhaps a minute, it left me with feelings of neurasthenia, and it was disquieting, to say the least. I could not even press the alarm alert button, although I’m now glad I didn’t, for everything came back into logic and vision another minute later. I felt as if I had dreamt the whole thing, and it hadn’t actually happened. Maybe it didn’t? Yes, it did!

7Sun03I gingerly made another brew, to replace the one that had gone cold. My brain was working well again because I remembered to make and take some Macrogol powder, to tackle Constipation Conrad’s resistance to movement. I took a photo of the sky and the amazingly appealing clouds, although they bode rain for later on.

7Sun02As I went to close the thick-framed, letting-in-rain, light & view-blocking kitchen window, I thought I heard some weird grinding noise from I knew not where. I took a blind shot of Chestnut walk below, but there were no signs of anything that might have made the sound I heard?

WD 0.0.0 (1) I decided after the mug of tea went cold again, to get the ablutions done. It will be a long job this time. I didn’t shave yesterday, so I need to take extra care not to have any cuts. And the showering time today, I’ll make the weekly deep-medicationalisationing session. Tubes and inserts already readied. I’ll use the time to think about what to do regarding the funny turn I had. But I feel fine now.

Put the computer into sleep mode,  and hobbled off to the wet room. Back in a bit, hopefully. Hehe!

WDP01bAll done, and I am astoundingly, mind-bogglingly amazed! No, I say, No toe-stubbing, No knocking anything off of the shelves, no sock-glide battle (fair enough, I’m still not wearing socks cause of long nails), only two tiny nicks shaving, and only four dropsies. A safety record for ablutionalisationing that will never be beaten, indeed?

I got freshened up and medicated again, and set about making the 71’s nosh. All done and delivered. Then made a start on my meal.

The crispy fish balls in batter with salt & vinegar. Some onions, and mushy peas. I’d forgot to get the bread out of the freezer, so I’ll go without. No chips or potatoes, as I ate a lot of made-to-much, cheesy potatoes, I made for Josie.

WD 0.0.0 (1) Updated this blog a bit, then went to check on the fodder cooking. During which, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shoulder Shirley both had a go at me. I got the meal served eventually, turned off the computer and sat there, right arm, shoulder and leg shaking, convulsing and vibrating so much, that if I was wearing false teeth, I might have lost them! Tsk! Not a good day, healthwise!

7Sun04cGot the meal prepped and served up, into the recliner, got the headphones (I’ve taped them up so I can still them, but they are not functioning properly since I sat on them and broke them. Humph). Still, better than nothing. I thought I’d coped well with the preparations and serving, and by the time I was ready to take the tray through, there were many odd bits and sploshes all over the kitchen that will need cleaning up later. Gnash-and-spit!

7Sun05WD 0.0.0 (1) Another bit of a blank spell. I must have nodded off. I woke up, the TV on, the headphones on the next chair? The tray was amazingly, still balanced on my bulbously bloated stomach and spindly legs, with much fodder still on it.

WD 0.0.0 (1) In the waste bin, was many tissues (no blood on any), the pot of yoghourt, the lemon tart, the unopened can of clementine juice, and the note pad and pen? I couldn’t give a Taste Rating, cause I can’t remember eating it. Not that I ate a lot of it anyway.

I forced myself up, and precariously wobbled to the kitchen and got the pot washing done. I noticed that all the saucepans and cutlery from cooking had already been washed and on the drainer. The messes on the floor from the earlier Nicodemus-controlled dropsies had not been cleaned up. I think I felt confused, yet disinterested. 

I finished the pots, retrieved the full can of clementine juice and pen from the waste bin (the notepad was ruined, wet and unreadable, so I left that).

I settled in the chair again and pondered over just what had been going on. Why had I not eaten much? (Ageusia?) Why throw the full can of clementine juice, the full pot of yoghourt, and pen and pad away? Why? How? When?

It’s been a mentally-challenging day. Yet apart from feeling tired and drained, I had a certain nippiness of mind at this moment. Then the Thought Storms began, fears, worries, and tension, but without the usual self-blame and criticisms, which was very welcome!

Unanticipatedly, and as never known before, the storm of emotions stopped abruptly. Then the memories came flooding in from the brain, but not the bad ones, only the good and seemingly doctored ones. Good heavens, I like that! 

Inchcock Today – Saturday 2nd May 2020: Fings ain’t wot they used to be!

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2020 ttttMay02

Saturday 2nd May 2020

Macedonian: Сабота 2-ри мај 2020 година

00 May 02

GM00303:25hrs: I woke after a nightmare-ridden kip. I lay a few moments trying to recall anything about the dreams, but only the fact that they were about my past failures and mistakes came to mind, nothing concrete, no details or facts.

WD 50.0.0 Then, as the brain slowly engaged gear, yesterday’s memory blanks were pondered over. I decided, that as soon as, well, if, things get back to normal again, I must get in touch with the Vascular Dementia Group, if I can find their details, and mention the increase in the ‘Out of it’ episodes I’m having. I was more worried about it, this time, for some reason. Within seconds, the recently regular need for the Porcelain Throne arrived and distracted my thinking.

I painfully disentangled my surprisingly twisted and yet sprawled over everywhere humongous body from the recliner. I knew walking was not going to easy today (Well, when is it?). RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis), the feet souls and the overgrown toenails, all gave me hassle on the way to the wet room. I did notice that the nibble pots from last night, seem top have been untouched. Nibbled-less?

WDP001However, the session went well, indeed, much easier than yesterday. Barely any bleeding from the rear end and Little Inchies fungal lesion had not been bleeding at all! Wonder-fabulous! Not as hurtful, and over quicker too! Oh, Yes!

I cleaned up and medicated things, and hobbled, taking extreme and concentrating on not to get any toe-stubbings, to the kitchen.

6Sat01There was a slowness to my thoughts this morning. Not necessarily a bad thing, I think.

Before I turned on the light, I spotted the partial moon through the thick-framed, light and view-blocking window. I got the kettle on made a brew of Glengettie Gold, and took a photo as best I could of the morning 6Sat02view.

Then I decided to get the handwashing sorted out. This is an example of what happened yesterday, the mind kept changing priorities and forgetting what was going on before. I got the togs done, wrung and hung, and the tea had gone cold!

WD 50.0.0 So, I made another and remembered belatedly to take the morning medications. Realising, as I got the pill-dispenser out, that I had not taken last nights doses! This was not a very promising start to the day, Konrad Confusion seemed to be in charge again, not Inchcock!

Sorry if this sounds confusing, but it was to me, baffling!: When I got on the computer, I even jumped between tasks, it was all very disconcerting. Instead of getting on with the urgent need to update the Friday post first, I got the photo’s uploaded, resized and then instead of putting them in yesterday’s diary, I started to create the template for this blog? In the middle of doing this, I checked the Emails. Found one I’d missed somehow, from Jenny, and wrote a reply. Then, not back to this blog, or the Friday one, oh, no! I made up a Thought graphic on CorelDraw. I needed to get a grip!

I started the updating on Friday’s blog.  Pressed on, and got it done with relative ease, but still with problems that delayed me somewhat. This was because Nicodemus, Saccades-Sandra, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley and Shaking Shaun, were all being so kind to me, too. No, the addled-brain is the guilty party this time!

I got it finished and tried to concentrate harder. I got the link emailed off. Put some bits on Pinterest. Went on the WordPress reader. Then did some Facebooking, and commenting.

6Sat03Back to the Porcelain Throne again. Although Arthur Itis was getting a little painful again, I think the knees were looking much better than yesterday. The faces in the patellas had morphed changed. Hehehe! The evacuation was another decent one too! Still, Constipation Conrad drove, but far less bothersome.

6Sat05aI got a wash, and off to the kitchen, to make a brew of Glengettie tea.

I investigated the options for the nosh later. I had a check on the freebie potatoes and found they had roots growing out of them. So I removed them, it took me a while to get them sorted out. I got them cooking in the crock-pot on a low setting. Added some vinegar and salt and cleaned up the counter. Made the brew, took the midday med’s a little early, I know, but at least I remembered them this time. Hahaha!

The plan was to have them with some peas and the steak that is on its last use-by date in the fridge.

WD 50.0.0 I spotted some dogs walking their owners in the bottom field, and went to fetch the camera. But, could I find it? No! Bemused, I fossicked around, getting more and more frustrated with myself. I found the old camera eventually, not the new one yet, and gathered it and returned to the kitchen window.

WDP 003lrWD 50.0.0 WD 50.0.0A The bottom field was devoid of any tellurians of any type by then. The tea had gone cold! I’d left the hot water tap running, and that was cold! And I felt a right twit then! I’d had the Panasonic camera in my pocket all the time! As scatterbrains, simpletons and schnooks go, I must be in line for some sort of medal or award by now, surely?

WDP Dec 26bWD 50.0.0 I made another brew, Morrisons Extra Strong Assam this time, and returned with it to the computer. I’d sat down for only a few seconds, with the aim of getting this blog further updated, and Dizzy Dennis, Shoulder Shaking Shirley and Saccades Sandra all came at me at the same time! They seemed to be working in unison?

WDPH01LHowever, after having me holding on to the cupboard to prevent my toppling out of the chair, and thinking how lucky I was, that this didn’t happen while I stood up; within a couple of minutes, all three had departed my body!

What’s going on here?

6Sat10The all-around Hum, suddenly grew in volume again, just like yesterday. Annoying, enough to drive one mad!

I was sat there typing, listening to the mind-destroying ‘Hum’, and a few clangs from above, and I am sure I heard a noise that sounded like things clattering to the floor from within the flat. Off to investigate. I got distracted from my search when I checked the hallway. When I saw a large official-looking envelope near the door, I became twitchy. wrought-up, and adrenalised. I had no option but to open it straight away to find out what it was all about. Which I did!

WD 50.0.0 It was a dirty great 20 page A4 two-sided Questionnaire from the Vascular Dementia R4VaD (Whatever R4VaD is). Twenty pages!

This is going to be a challenge I thought I’d better make a start on it.

Back in a bit…

I was side-tracked for the first stand-alone wee-wee of the day. (It had to come, Haha!) Wot-a-shocker it was too! Or rather, wasn’t! It turned out to be a TBKIWAWBC (The-Bladder-6Sat15Know-It-Wants-A-Wee-But-Can’t!) version.

An hour -and-three-quarters later, I’d got the questionnaire filled in. Phew!

I espied some dog walkers as I was doing the paperwork, and thought I’d try to take some snaps of them. But it was a rushed affair, and I didn’t really zoom in enough, but still, I tried my bestest.

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I gathered the black bags together, put some on the Trolley-Guide, and got the large envelope sealed and took it with me to post it. I’m not going to risk walking out with the stick like the other day, too risky! A bit of a messy job hobbling with five bags, pushing the walker, and trying not to crease the envelope up. I got the waste chute utilised and rid myself of the bags.

I got down in the lift and went to walk through Winwood Court for the first time for a few weeks.

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Aha, blocked-off! Fair enough. So I made my way back through Woodthorpe Court and out into the sunshine on Chestnut Walk, to limp up to the post box.

 

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6Sat22Plenty of yobboes about on their bikes and skateboards up and down the road. Many residents coming and going in taxis too. The sunshine was reasonable, a breeze helped.

I stopped a moment or two for some pain relief and took a snap of my beloved Woodthorpe Court from outside the Extra Care Winwood Court.

Made my way back, and could not believe how long it had taken me to walk a few hundred yards to the post-box and back!

WD 50.0.0 Scotty opened the door for me to get in, and I was so glad he was there, cause I’d not taken the key fob with me!

I know, I know! I’m a Yolop!

Still, Scotty and I had a little natter from a distance. Really enjoyed it, nowt serious and we had a laugh or two! He’d had to take a seat, to recover from carrying hos booze from the taxi. Hahaha! Jealousy showing up hear! Hehe!

6Sat24I got the one-day out-of-date beef in the oven. And for the next forty minutes or so updated this diary.

I closed everything down, drained but worried cause I thought I’d forgotten something important I had to do? Grobbledangerations!

6Sat28I still do now.

Got the nosh sorted out. Last of the fresh spuds, steak, a can of vegetables sausages and beans. The steak reminded me of when Dad went out into the yard and worked on his shoe mending cobbling lark. But he had an easier job to cut through the leather! Hehe! Rating 6/10.

I got the pots washed, took the medications, and settled in the recliner to watch a film on the TV. Dizzy Dennis, Shoulder Shuddering Shirley, and constant Thought Storms ruined things.

Inchcock Today – Friday 1st May 2020: Worrying Memory blanks, I think!

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Friday 1st May 2020

Finnish: Perjantai 1 Toukokuuta 2020

00 May 01

GM00503:45hrs: A zombie woke instead of me this morning…, Oh no, that was me! Hehehe! As I morphed back into reality; as if to validate this, the need for the Porcelain Throne. Which pressured me, to do battle with my gross, nauseatingly, flabby-stomached body. To free it from the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, grungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. The one that bullying xyrophobia-suffering, pools and lottery winner, Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. He searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them all back yet eight-months later), and broke the recliner while Pete was counting the money he was robbing me of. Still, he gave me a lift in his jam-jar from the hospital to the nursing home when the Stroke Ward kicked me out cause they needed the bed. As Pete said, someone had to pay for the petrol that was used. I’m wandering off subject again, sorry.

5Fri02WD 0.50.0 Off to the wet room, the feet and toes were painful, just as well that Arthur Itis was not in a bad mood, and Dizzy Dennis along with Shaking Shaun were both taking a tea-break I think. The session was enough to take my mind off of the toes – such as the severity of the evacuation. Constipation Conrad was still in control. Taking the rough with the smooth, Little Inchies fungal lesion, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were not bleeding, so fair enough!

I meandered carefully to the kitchen, got the kettle on and took the medications along with a glass of Movicol, to hopefully ease and encourage Constipation Conrad to loosen up a bit.

Onto the computer, and did a Thought poem and graphic first. Then uploaded some GeoSlab fonts, and tried to take some others off, but they were protected-system fonts and would not let me. Tsk!

Then I got on with updating the Thursday Diary, which was achieved a little easier this morning, due to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters not going down anywhere near as often as they usually do? I was baffled about this, but happy!

The monotonous ‘Hum’ actually got louder again. Grrr! What it must be like for anyone with reasonable hearing, I dread to think?

I finished the post and Emailed the links. Put a few pictures on Pinterest. I was about to read the comments, and it was suddenly as if someone had turned on a giant light outside. I drew back the curtains, half expecting to see a giant alien craft hovering with laser lights on the earth (Hahaha!), instead there in all its glory, was a massive rainbow low in the sky! Being at 280ft, plus the height of the block of flats up to the 12th floor. And above sea level here in the block. I could not get to photograph all of the rainbows in one go, shame!

I tried my best taking photographs from the kitchen window and the balcony. Here are the best of them – Beautiful view and petrichor!

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I’m so glad that I took these, even though they are not all that good, cause the chimaera crescent soon faded, and along with it the wonderful earthy smell of the petrichor. Had my cyber-pal Tim Price been here with his camera, I’d have loved have seen his photographs of them. Still, while it lasted, it cheered my soul.

How I wish I could bottle the after-rain smell and send you some. It only lasted for a short while.

5Fri23A sprinkling of rain started after I’d took the sky pictures as if it was trying to keep the rainbow on view. I took three photographs through the bottom of the windows in the balcony around the flat.

The end car park to the right-hand side.

Directly under in front of the balcony car parking.

Then to my left, along Chestnut Walk. 

I mused on all the folk beneath, most isolated in their apartments, and imagined what they were all doing, thinking planning, or hoping for. It would be nice to be able to ring them on the intercom; like we could on the old ones that were replaced with this new one, that folks cannot hear when in rings.

5Fri22I made another brew and took a Senna tablet. And got a large potato put in the small crock-pot cooking for later.

 I was still dreaming and remembering the beauty of that rainbow. My not concentrating.

WD 0.50.0a  WD 0.50.0 Oh, dearie me again! I dropped the milk jug as Nicodemus caught me out with his first real dying-a-death off the nerve-ends. So, it was a good job I bought two more replacements a few months ago, and I cleaned up the mess, struggled back up on my feet, and got the new one out to use. I made a fresh cuppa. Cursed and admonished my self! Then back on the computer, to check the emails before starting this blog going.

The thought-storming began, and hours were lost into the ether. What took place over the next few hours, may never be revealed, the memories either, not recorded, or drifted off into a black-hole.

5Fri33I got the nosh prepared and served up. Eating it was a little vague, but I found scribbled notes that I had difficulty in reading later.

It appears I gave this an 8/10 for taste.

I sort of came back into a responsive, reactive frame of mind as I was washing the pots. The mood was not depressive, just lackadaisical.

I checked that I had turned off the taps, plugs etc. and the computer, check! As I got stripped and down in the recliner, I noticed I’d gathered some nibble pots around the chair, mini-cheddars and yoghourt coated cashew nuts. (I’d missed the evening medications, but was not aware until the morning)

I was suddenly overtaken with weariness, and the eyelids drooped. At last, Sweet Morpheous had arrived, but it was filled with tormenting dreams. Ah, well, yer can’t win ’em all!