Inchcockski – Wednesday 21st October 2020: I had a few Cacoethes urges, today. Mmm?

Wednesday 21st October 2020

Punjabi: ਬੁੱਧਵਾਰ 21 ਅਕਤੂਬਰ 2020

23:00hrs (Tuesday): I stirred after at least an hours sleep, (Humph!) needing a wee-wee. I forced my gargantuan-bellied body out of the c1968 recliner, stood to catch my balance, grabbed metal Mickey (the four-pronged walking stick) and made my way to the wet room. I keep a clear basin in their nowadays, to check the colour, against the NHS guide. It was still on code six colouring, so no progress gleaned whatsoever with using the Dioctyl® antibiotic capsules for nearly a week now. Humph! I had a good wash and antisepticating session and made my way to the kitchenette, to get the kettle on first, then get the Health-Checks done.

The new slow-motion, noisy tin-encased BP sphygmomanometer, showed a highish level for the SYS again, but the pulse was down a fair bit. (I checked later with Mr Google, about the Sys 164/Dia 167 level) He told me: Blood pressure 164/67 – what does it mean?: Your blood pressure reading of 164/67 indicates Hypertension Stage 2. It is the second stage of high blood pressure. Hypertension Stage 2 means that the heart has to work hard too to ensure a supply of the entire tissue in the body. Oh!

I used the non-contact thermometer and got a reading of 32.1°c, which I thought was a bit too low.

So I tried it again and got 33,9°c, I held it a little closer to the forehead this time. I’ll still get to find out how close it should be when using. I got the magnifying glass and had a look at the instructions, not easy; it was in such minuscule writing. But with my SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) shaking my about, it was hard to hold the paper steady, and being so magnified, every movement blurred. I found it was a recommended distance of 3-5cm. After some farting about with arithmophobia infected calculations, I think that 1.5748cm = 4 inches, which is about what I had the second reading of. I’m not sure if I have Numerophobia, mathematics-anxiety or arithmophobia, but 3 to 5 inches then? Hang, that’s where I started with centimetres! I’ve got a headache now!

I stopped to take a snap of the morning view, but it didn’t come out well.

I took the medications, but no requirement for any of the pathetic, pitiable, low, Peptac antacid medicine this morning, as Duodenal Donald is currently giving my only the slightest bit of pain? Bless him!

So, after discovering from Mr Google, that I was about to snuff it, through hypertension, or high-blood-pressure, I made a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea. It might not help the situation, but this. Extra Strong Assam, and the Glengettie teas, are all super-tasty! Hehe!

I got onto the computer, but only had time to boot it up, and the demand for a Porcelain-Throne visit arrived. The balance was right as I hobbled to the wet room, no walking into anything, this was good!

I got settled on the seat, and within a few seconds and a little encouraging pushing on my behalf, the action started – painful, yes, but no more than usual, all over fairly quickly, and tons of it! But no chance to do a turd examination for the hospital checking-log, the mass had disappeared from view! No mess, the tiniest specs of blood, and even Harold’s Haemorrhoids were relatively calm as well! But experience told me not to get into any hopeful or smug modes, yet! One flush and the TP vanished, surprises galore this Wednesday morning!

A good wash, medicationalisationing and disinfecting, and back to the computer. I concentrated on the updating of the Tuesday blog, photographs uploaded first. With Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters also being so kind to me, I achieved my goal quicker today. Now, I couldn’t help but get into a Smug-Mode! Hahaha! This luck can’t last, yer no!

I posted the blog off then Pinterested some snaps. Then did the Facebook catching-up. Then went on the WordPress Reader section.

Duodenal Donald started to warm up with his usual tightening in readiness for a full-blown ‘Let’s give Inchcock some agony’ attack. At the same time, the innards started rumbling, so I can expect to return to the Porcelain Throne again soon.

I made a pot of tatties and veg with cheese for brekkers, but as I was making it, I had to rush, hell-for-leather to the Porcelain Thrones second-visitation! However, I can safely report, this session was an emphatical improvement; on the previous few days! However (There’s always something to gum the works up!), the tank needed filling by hand, and three flushes to move things down the hole. I had an excellent wash-up session.

Back to the kitchen to try and rescue the pot of potatoes. I added a drop more freshly boiled was to the pot, mixed some vegetable stock and Squid vinegar to it and had an excellent bashing up with it. Ate it all, enjoyed it and was feeling okay in myself.

I returned to the kitchen to take these three shots on the right. Two of along Chestnut Walk in the drizzle and dank, dark surroundings, eerie eh? The last one, I took directly opposite the impossible to get to clean without being an olympian athlete. The light & view-blocking, rain letting in, with a ledge that sticks out so far, one cannot see down onto the roadway to take pictures of the incoming fire engines and paramedic ambulances. The layout, that was most likely created and designed by a person with gerontophobia. A confirmed inter-generational hater or who loves to hear of some old git tumbling off of his step ladder, each time he tries to reach up to get at his new windows to clean them. Just thought I’d mention it!

As I was putting the camera away, I saw that I’d left the hot water tap (faucet) running yet again! Boulderclumps! What an imbecilic nincompoop! I seem to be doing this every other day lately!

I made a mug of Glengettie tea and had a blast on the computerisationing for an hour or so, and then it was time for the ablutioning to get done. Dare not leave it any later, because I’ve no idea what time the vampire nurse will be calling to take my blood sample.

Doing the ablutions today is going to be either fun, a farce, or both, with no hot tap water to shave! The shower should have hot water, though.

I stripped and got the teggies cleaned, then reboiled the kettle and took it with me back to the wet room, to use taking a shave. It was not a comfortable, messy shave, and certainly not a good one, but I managed. My fault anyway. Humph!

Thank heaven, the shower water was nice and hot. But, lamentably, several dropsies. I had two hefty bangs against the grab rail, a toe-stubbing against the shower chair, spoilt the experience. Then, doing the medications, I knocked many items of of the floor cabinet. So things didn’t end up too well for me, but I’ve had much worse sessions, so no complaints. I can say, however, that the Morrison bought lemon shower gel, really was refreshing and smelt okay to me!.

All sorted out, and I returned to the computer room, and nipped out on the balcony, to take some photographs. The first one from the opened window to the right, weel, the left one as well. They both have the near-lethal, metal spring opening clips, that have caused a fitter to bleed, even after I’d warned him, and many a stranger to get blood-blisters opening it, both of them as well as myself on many occasions! I reported this fault to the Nottingham City Homes Repairs team, who about six weeks later, sent two men down to take an investigative look, one of them got the blood blister and cut. They agreed it was dangerous and should not have been put in old people residences and said they would report it as soon as they get back to base. That was encouraging. It was also many months ago, and I’ve heard nothing from them since. Still, yer doesn’t like to complain does yer.

The second photo was taken from the injury-causing, left end window. That was of a stretch of Chestnut Walk to towards the but turn-around island. A few red vehicles on site today, this will need reporting to the Ohio State, National Red Car Monitoring head-honcho, Billumski and his, Secretary Lisa!

I set about making a template for tomorrows blog. Got it finished… Hello, Herberts got his drill out again, flipping loud too! Still, as long as the flamboyant, happy-go-lucky, sociable chap is happy making his train sets. I could have said, “As long as the grumpy, sour, antisocial, snotty, stand-offish, aloof, eremetic old gentleman is happy…”

I got a landline call from Nottingham At Care HQ, to tell me that the INR vampire nurse was outside trying to get in, and the intercom was not working. Pickleglobknobs!

I told the lady that I’d get down as quickly as I could to let her in. Fumbled about getting the jammy-bottoms off and some trousers on. I dug out the keys and fob, put the mask on, and as I got to the door, the landline rang again. It was the same lady as before, to tell me that the Vampire Nurse had given up, she’ll try again tomorrow!

I bungled about getting the trousers back off, and the jammies back on. Put the keys and fob back, and hung the mask on the trolley bars. Life gets so very complicated, blustery and confusing, dunnit?

I turned off the computer, and started to put the potatoes from the crock-pot into the saucepan which held the Chilli-Con-Carne, with chopped tomatoes, onions and a can of baked beans added, put some Squid to the mix, and gave the food medley a jolly-good stirring.

Burning my right-hand index finger as I did so, but at least there was no pain, just the odd burning smell of the skin. Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters had failed to inform the brain again. (I still find it humorous when this happens, Hehehe!)

I phoned Jenny, and we had a marathon nattering session which I enjoyed. Top-quality grumping and chuntering took place, and we were in our element, we do this so well, I reckon. Hahaha! During the chinwagging, Jenny asked me what the noise in the background was. I explained that it was Herbert, drilling, doing his train sets. It must have been loud for Jen to hear it on the other end of the line? (Although it didn’t last much longer, thankfully)

I thought I could smell something burning, panicked a smidge, told Jenny I had to check things out with the cooking and would be back, and blustered my way to the kitchen… to find that nothing was burning at all, in fact; instead of turning down the heat on the saucepan when I’d left to phone Jenny, I’d turned it off! What a plonker! As I returned, I noticed a smell of fish coming from somewhere in the hallway, so that might have been what got me going, either Josie or Malcolm must have been cooking fish, Haha!

I got back to Jenny, who’d waited patiently for me, and we continued our conversationing. A few more chunter and laughs, I even heard Franks voice in the background wishing me well saying hello, and I’ve never heard him before – I think the Chilli is good for my earholes? I am a fool! We parted with a farewell, and I went back to doing the meal.

Fifteen minutes later, the Chilli-Con-Carni was all served up on the tray, with two Irish Potato Farls and a pot of lemon mousse on the tray. By, gum, I eat well for an old fart!

I took the evening medications with me, so I could take the new tablets as recommended, with food. And there was a right bucketload of that in the dish, by gum it was good—Flavour Rating: 8.4/10, highly acceptable. Hopefully, in the morning, the first visit to the Porcelain Throne might be more comfortable… or not. Haha! My EQ tells me it could well be, though!

 Annoyingly, Sweet Morpheus was a long time coming again, but when he did, I had an unbroken straight-through, four-and-a-half hours of sweet bliss! Ahh!

Inchcock – Tues 20 Oct 20: An incomprehensible, abstruse, recondite, discommoding day!

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Tuesday 20th October 2020

Finnish: Tiistai 20 Lokakuuta 2020

00:00hrs: I awoke, with a medley of muffled and confusing thoughts hammering around the brain box. No wee-wee or Porcelain Throne needs to distract me this morning, meant a few minutes and headache gained by the time I pulled my concentration away from the malaise, of the muddled-melange of omnium-gatherum thoughts, fears, ambitions, and intentions, which did not stand a cat-in-hells chance of success, I’d nodded off again!

00:30hrs: The second-stirring: Suddenly wide awake, no Thought Storms either! I heaved, huffed and puffed, released my colossally-stomached with scrawny limbs attached, body and the bald-head, (No mean-feat at my weight, I can tell yer!), from the c1968 recliner. To find that Duodenal Donald was in a bad mood again, and giving me some stick. (It’s about time he gave me a break!) Still, there was no wee-wee wanted? Caught my balance easily enough this time, no falling back down on the recliner and bursting Harold’s Haemorrhoids… A tentative Smug-Mode was adopted! And I limped off to the kitchenette with Metal-Mickey. To get the Health Checks done.

I’ve got the hang of the new BP sphygmomanometer, but I must remember it takes three times as long to come to a result, as the old one did. If I remember, I’ll try the old one again in the morning, to see if it’s not the ‘New’ Duracell batteries that are the problem). The SYS was high again, Tsk!

The  No-Touch thermometer worked alright, but it turns itself off too quickly. I’ll try to make sure the camera is nearby in future; it read at first as 32.4°c – I retook it, and got 33.9°c? Another thing to remember, I must look it up on Mr Google, to find out how far away from the head to take the temperature from. I’m doing it about four inches? I hope any advice I get is in proper inches and not metric.

Took the medications and made a brew of Glengettie tea. Note in the picture, the Morrison skewer? These have a thick end and are easier for when I want a really strong cuppa, I can squash the bag against the cup. Difficult, nae, impossible when Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters are playing up.

I got a few potatoes in the crock-pot, plenty of Squid and distilled vinegar to flavour them. I added a bit of black pepper to them later on.  I’ll turn them on later. (Famous last words?)

I may not be a Chef de cuisine, but for a 44-year-old, failure, I keep trying. I’m getting betterer… Alright, alright, so I got the age a few months out! Hahaha!

I got onto the computer and answered some comments. Went on the WordPress Reader section. Then got on with updating the Monday blog, which seemed to take longer than ever. Mind you, a lot of photograph uploads, and doctoring was needed to the bad ones, so it looks like I took them right, the first time.

Nicodemus’ neurotransmitters were making it hard work, and Duodenal Donald was not helping my concentration at all. (Sodding useless Peptac!)

Aha, a sudden but non-urgent call to the Porcelain Throne arrived! So I saved all the work, turned of Computer Cameron, and decided to get the Ablutions done after the Throne Session. (Did yer see that? A cantlet of organisational-ability crept in, there! Oh, yes!)

Another stand-up job, too early to use the shower, with the Iceland delivery being expected early today.

Well, the Throne Session caught me out altogether. With being on the Dioctyl©, and taking the Macrogol, I anticipated a much easier session than the one I suffered! And with having eaten the Chilli-Con-Carne last night, I believed things would go a lot easier this time – But No! Constipaiton Konrad seems to be counter-attacking! After four days of lesseningly painful sessions, this one bounced back to Defcon Two standards! Agonyisticalisations! The Silver-Lining Search results: At least there was only a smidgeon of bleeding. I think the nurse is due to call me this week, to see how things are going with the wee-weeing, and pooping, she’s going to be happy with me, I don’t think!

However, looking through rose-coloured glasses, and being sanguine, the ablution session went not too bad at all… well, it could have been worse, maybe not one of my best ones, perhaps…

Alright, it was pandemonium Accifauxpa-wise! More dropsies than ever before. (Thank you, Nicodemus!) During the series of droppages, I broke the best razor, a bottle of aftershave slipped, and the spray-top cover burst open (Mind you, I smell nice now, Haha!) and I cannot get the cap off now! Cut my finger retrieving a plastic double-bladed replacement razor. Cracked my head against the sink when I dropped and bent down to get the body spray.

The Silver-Lining Search results: No toe-stubbing, no knocking anything off of anywhere, and only one incident of walking into the door frame, and that was a minor incident. And this cheered me up, the new haemorrhoid cream worked a treat! But then again, there was no bleeding when I used it. So it’ll need testing-out when applied as the blood is flowing. It could have been worse, really methinks!

As I came out of the wet-room, a series on unexpected, involuntary passings of wind shook me a bit, and the tummy began to ache instantly and has stayed that way for hours. I’m going downhill again. Tsk!

I did some more updating, and Duodenal Donald seemed to ease off considerably, but the innards were still aching badly. (Who can’t win? Humph!) I stopped computerisationing again, and put the kettle on, and popped out on the balcony to take a couple of photographicalisations.

The first one, to my right, was of the grave-hill path up into the park, from Chestnut Walk. Many months since I’ve been up[ there, and I remember struggling to get up it as well, Hey-Ho! Then, to my left and a slightly zoomed-in shot of Winchester Street. The building bottom left, shows the top-floor lights on, this is the National Laundry premises. Beneath them, are various rented garages, with a couple of Arthur Daley, “No problem you can have the MOT now…” type characters. Hehehe!

I got a message from Iceland informing me that I should be getting the delivery twixt 08:20 and 09:00hrs. Fair enough! I checked the email they mentioned. They have no frozen baked potatoes, so a refund had been arranged.

Shortly, the Intercom sounded, luckily Herbert was taking a break from his clattering and banging, so I heard it alright. I saw it was the Iceland deliveryman, pressed him in, and got a can of G&T for him. He came up and put the carriers inside the door for me in the hall, that was kind of him.

Slipped him the thank you can of plonk, and took the carrier bags through to the kitchen to sort out. As you can see, there was not a lot of stuff ordered today. Most of it was made up of plank for Christmas pressies, so I do not need to get any later. I’m all ready now, in case I’m kept in when the bowel op is done. See that as well? Forward-planning? Me? Oh, Yes!

This is all I had that was not for Christmas pressies. But I’m going to make up a Morrison order for next week. Here I go…

I got the Morrison order done, got confirmation, then realised I’d made it for this Thursday, not next Thursday. Doah!

But felt suddenly so bad, Duodenal Donald, Dizzy Dennis, and I’m swaying with hardly any control. I left it, got something to eat cooking. I rang Jenny to see if she had any details of the window cleaner arriving. All messy, truth we do not know if he is coming or not.

In the morning, the rest of today’s events are just a blur. No idea what I had to eat, no photo on the card, nothing recalled until I was stripped and in the c1968 recliner, and spent hours trying to get to sleep, it was as if I was drunk or something. It took me hours to nod off, then I sprang awake an hour later, at 23:00hrs, in need of a wee-wee… Tsk! 

Inchcockski – Monday 19th October 2020: Sleep? What’s that then!

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Monday 19th October 2020

Welsh: Dydd Llun 19eg Hydref 2020

02:40hrs: I stirred back into mu usual confused semi alive state, and was immediately aware that something was wrong, not right or unusual. But what?

The World-Wide Hum was blasting away, as usual, I was still uncertain what it was, for a few moments, and then minutes. Aha! Gorrit! No demands were being made of me, to use the Porcelain Throne, or for a wee-wee! Now I was more puzzled than before I’d worked out what it was that was annoying me. I had a terribly dry and sore throat, tight chest, and breathing was a bit of an effort, with sharp intakes of breath all the time. It sounds like a chill or cold to me.

 The moment I began to encourage my colossal belly with a body attached to it out of the c1968 recliner, a call for a wee-wee was received from the bladder. What a sad picklement I got into.

Getting to Little Inchy in time, was hard work, a button torn off of the jammies, and the PPs were ripped… and what for? The equivalent of a couple of tablespoonsful of the deepest orange wee-wee I’ve ever seen before! Silver-Lining-Search-Result: At least there was no pain with this release or partial release, I should say. Humph!

I took the bucket for sanitising, had a good wash, but didn’t change the torn PPs, cause I’m going to have to change them when I get the ablutions done later. Off to the kitchenette, with a stirring, a scintilla of near excitement, at the thought of using the new tin BP sphygmomanometer instrument for measuring my arterial blood pressure, at least with this being the same operational procedure as the old one, I was pretty confident in using it.

But, I got sidetracked after putting on the kettle and having a look at the morning view. Out of the light & view-blocking, impossible to reach for cleaning, new window, and got the urge to try once again (current record 210 photos, Two decent ones taken), to attempt to get some good pictures!

Well, not as bad as usual, indeed not good though! I nosied down to Chestnut Walk and took a snap in Aperture Priority setting. When I viewed the screen, it did look like a space ship of some sort was landing near the flats (Top left). I was tickled pink with it, and later made a more significant copy, and used it for the second picture down the blog today. I think the dark unidentifiable trees had covered part of some houses, leaving the impression of an alien craft. Or is it just me?

Finally, I got around to doing the BP Checks, then took the medications with a guzzle or two of the bottled spring water. The SYS is even higher today. But, it was lower than the first one I took earlier – it was 171 on that one; but by the time I’d got the camera ready, the machine turned itself off. Which is a good function, saves on battery life. I must remember to get the Nikon or Canon ready beforehand in future.

I then got the new head-thermometer out. I’m not so certain about using this at all. The print on the instructions is ridiculously small. I’ve no idea what needs doing with the SET plus/Minus buttons, but being as it seems to be working, I was a smidge nervous of cocking things up by toying with the settings. Lack of confidence? Me? Yes!

It came out at 34.4°c, and that must be okay, cause the screen was coloured green? I felt a soupçon on satisfaction in getting it right, the first time. But I’d like to have known how I did it. Hehehe!

Made a delightful brew of Glengettie tea, and I gulped down a few mouthfuls of the inadequate, wishy-washy, ineffective Peptac crap antacid medicine that the Doctor thinks, and told me years ago, ‘It’ll work a treat for your duodenal ulcer!’ I’m still waiting for it to do anything, something, to ease the pain! Tsk!

As I was settling at the computer, I realised there was no tingling coming from the ankle ulcer, so I investigated, with the Nikon!

Frottleclamorious! It is looking like it’s definitely on the wain. Never looked so uninflamed ever! But, will it come back again? Offering me more pain! Driving me insane? Will I be back on the vervain? She may never come back to drive me insane! Or are my hopes all in vain? I got carried away there with the rhyming, sorry.

I remembered the Morrison order is coming twixt 06:00>07:00hrs, so pressed on getting the updating of the Sunday blog done, but no time to double-check it, post it or anything. The ablutions, a stand-up job with it being so early, had to be done, so I turned everything off to give the computer a little time to cool down, and off to the wet room, I trudged.

A second wee-wee was needed as I got in the room, another waste-of-time-trickle-only affair, but this time a smidgeon of pain with it, not that it lasted long.

Things went unbelievably smoothly, Toothache Thomas okay, no cuts shaving, oh yes there was, I nicked my right ear-hole. All was going so well; until the ablutions and medicationalisationing were complete, and it came to replacing the PPs and getting dressed… Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched without any hints or warnings, into one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and I crumbled to the floor, via the sock-glide on the chair! I believe I may have muttered something along the lines of; ‘Well fancy that!’ And struggling to get back up, as I hit my right elbow on the edge of the floor cabinet, ‘Blow me down!’

I returned to post off the Sunday post. Spent hours sorting out the graphics, literally, I got in a right mess as the internet kept going slower and slower.

The Morrison delivery arrived, and I slipped the chap a can of G&T for his bother and in thanks.

I’d got the last of the Christmas giveaway plonk in, and some batteries. The regular stuff, such as washing up liquid, bleach, bleach, Surf, instant potatoes, toilet cleaner, Irish potato farls, tomatoes, a bag of potatoes, bread thins, lemon mousse, mini raspberry and vanilla rolls, haemorrhoid cream, and even a packet of wooden skewers. Iceland no longer stock them, Tsk!

Got the goods stored away, and decided that today’s meal would be Chilli-Con-Carni. (hope this doesn’t make the poo too soft and runny!)

I got the fodder into the saucepan, with a tin of Heinz sweet curried baked beans, and a selection of Jenny-supplied yellow and red tomatoes chopped into the mix. And some Squid vinegar, and left to marinate before heating up later on.

Four potatoes will be added later from the crock-pot, being done a low-setting.

I’ll do some Irish potato farls in the oven later on, and have them as a substitute for having bread. Stomach too large and flabby!

It was an odd feeling, not having to wee-wee so often all day.

I did some graphicalising on CorelDraw, which took an aeon to get sorted and finished.

Then closed down Computer Katie, and got on with making up the recycling and rubbish bags. And stacked them on the three-wheeler-walker. Put the glass recycling bag on the trolley handles. I put the small waste bags in the delivery box, with the recycling one on top. Quite an industrial mode was adopted? Haha!

I put the little Canon camera, and keys & door fob to get back in the flats, in my pocket. Got my mask on, too. (See? I don’t always forget to take them!)

To the waste-room and downed the small bags in the chute, without any injuries or hassle at all! Smug-Mode-Temporarily-Assumed!

Caught the lift down to the ground floor, and out into the sunshine on Chestnut Walk. Put the glass in the bin, left the bag of recycling materials by the big bin, it was full. Sherlock Holmesian Mode Engaged; The workmen had I imagine, been using it, judging by the concrete and sandbags in there. At least they looked like them to me.

A steady wobble along the road to Winwood Court and the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) Interrogation Office. Had a natter and a laugh with Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana.

As I departed and was hobbling back to Woodthorpe Court, I espied Penny and Christine ahead on me, just off of the bus. They were having a chinwag on the pavement. Aha, a chance for another beloved nattering session, perhaps!

I waved and moved towards them, but they scarpered rather swiftly away from me. No way could I catch them up, although I tried, but, I soon started struggling for breath, and gave-up. Then, of course, I realised, I’d got the black mask on, that may have put them off. Hahaha!

All clear of life and residents when I got in the lobby, I took this photo as I got into the lift. The box on top of the trolley is the PP carton I use to transport things down to the chute or bins. Also, now that Sainsbury’s have stopped using carrier bags for their deliveries, I use it to put the groceries in.

I got in the flat, taking a wee-wee, and Josie rangeth the doorbell’s Dusty Springfield tune, ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫ . She was returning the Sunday lunch things for me. Josie gave me another packet of cheese-curls. Thanked her, and returned to finish off my wee-wee. Not that it was worth doing, a sprinkle, cough, and it was all finished. And deep orange again, Tsk!

As I started to prepare the meal, I had some NHS stuff posted through the door. Advice on how to poo! On hoe to wee! And directions for what not to eat and drink Which included the demand for me not to drink ordinary tea, only decaffeinated! Well, now I need a stool, to use, to pass my stools! Har-har-har!

By the time I’d read half of it, my head was spinning!

I took the evening medications, remembering the Dioctyl®, and the last of the Macrobid antibiotic capsules, (Also known as, brand names Nitrofurantoin, Aratoin, Macrodantin and Furadantin – nowt like getting confused is there). After ten days of taking this, my urine is still clour matched as No.6 – Very Dehydrated? That did a lot of good!

Mind you, Dioctyl® (Docusate Sodium) poo-softener isn’t exactly doing much good either! Admitted, it’s a smidge easier than it was to pass, though. But still so painful and as much bleeding as before going on them. I’m not the luckiest of people! Haha!

Finally, I got the fodder served up. Tim Price thinks this Chilli-Con-Carne will do me better, passing-wise. Hahaha! Some part-baked rolls found and still in date, were added. And it was so tasty. The Flavour-Rating given was 805/10! I nearly ate all of the stuff on the stray! Yummy in the extreme!

I took the tray with the well-scrapped dish and got them soaking in the sink.

I had a wash, a few gulps of the defeasible, ineffective, impotent, anandrious Peptac antacid medicine, as Duodenal Donald was kicking off again, and treated Harold’s Haemorrhoids to a treat of Germoloids, before settling down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, fluctuant, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, haemorrhoid-attacking, decaying, tatterdemalion, heavy yet tottery, rickety recliner, in search of some sleep. 

No chance of my nodding off, Duodenal Donald made sure of that! So, I got a New Tricks DVD to watch. And was soon off in the land of nod… Bliss!

The door chimes burst forth! Just what I wanted this was! I fumbled my way free of the recliner. Getting some clothes and slippers on…

I stubbed my right foot big toe! Grobbleknackerbangles! Then walked into the doorframe going out of the room to the hallway. (I was getting angrier and more uptight as the seconds passed!)

No one was there! Spurgledamnations!

  • Either they had lost patience waiting for me to get to the door?
  • Or it was one of the famous Woodthorpe Court aliens: ghosts, wraiths, spirits, spectres, apparitions, phantasms, eidola, or poltergeist?
  • Or, in my slumber, I’d imagined, or dreamed of the door-buzzers going off?

Even less chance than ever of getting back to sleep now, Donald was still stinging and stabbing at me. Hogglebogwash!

I went to get a drink of warm milk, thinking it might help me find Sweet Morpheus. But no! I hadn’t got any. I’d plenty of individual serving sachets of milk, mind. So, I opted to make a mug of Gelngettie Gold tea instead, with an extra sachet of milk in it.

I had a look at the big toe to see if it had bruised or gone black, but it was fine, stinging only the slightest bit.

The best thing I spotted was that the leg-ulcer was fading fast! Yahoo!

Inchcock – Saturday 17th October 2020: Unsettling, fraught, bewildering day, mind you, they all seem like this nowadays!

TFZer, Wowser!

Saturday 17th October 2020

Hungarian: 2020 Október 17, Szombat

01:35hrs: I was oh, so reluctant and against rising out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, unstable, pukingly-beige-coloured, most-uncomfortable, no-longer working, heavy yet tottery, rickety, rusty, rachitic, recliner. A stubborn dysania had me in its grip! A depressionalisticness hovered over me, and I couldn’t work out why? My EQ was telling me ‘You’ll just have to cope with it this morning, mate!’ My Thought-Storms were like bricolage, unstable, uncontrollable, not practical, bizarre!

  • As I was on the verge of accepting this insanity, the water-works began a little PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling), which the PP’s contained efficiently.
  • I was forced to alter my priorities, and hasten out of the chair, catch my balance, failed at this, and plopped back down in the recliner. Doing Harold’s Haemorrhoids no good at all!
  • This caused a little extra escapage from Little Inchy!
  • I determinedly rose again, and caught my balance, this time, grabbed Metal Micky, and stepped to the EOGPB (Essential-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). Where the wee-wee, weakly sprayed all over the place, and it was the least I’d ever passed in my life, before it closed shut sharply, no after dribble? I’ve put more milk in a mug of teas, than what came out of my bladder! Must be the MacroBid® medication?

Off to the wet room to clean and freshen up, sanitised and disinfected the bucket, changed the PPs, sparingly used the Germoloid, and off to the kitchenette. The brain remained in a fog of sorts.

Another by-pass and change of plans, I had to go back to the wet room to use the Porcelain Throne.

Aha! I think things in the Poo-Softening arena, are beginning to work at last! The Smug-Mode-Adoption was resisted – things go wrong too often for me lately!

The entire movement was quicker and smoother than in a long time. There was a bit of bleeding, but that I think, was from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, so is to be expected. The cistern had to be refilled from the sink and used twice to get the evacuated product to disappear from view.

I got the inspiration from somewhere, to make a strong-minded effort to try and get some photographs of the morning view, that would be better than my recent efforts and tries!

I used the Kodak, and toyed around with different option, hoping for at least some degree of improvement.

Another failure! Gangleboggleisations!

I was most disappointed with the pictures that I’d taken. These three on the right, believe it or not, were the best of them! And why did the last one come out in a different shape? They were so poor. I’d lost my interest altogether now! Humph!

I got the BP sphygmomanometer from the drawer, only to find that the last reading showed up when I turned it on? With nit much to fiddle with, I determined that it was either knackered, or needed new batteries, so I replaced the old ones with Duracell newbies. I tried to use it again, the same thing, just the old figures appeared, no blank start-up screen. I wanted to cry, but didn’t bother! I’ll see what Amazon have on offer later. A bit annoying, cause now I cannot keep my recording record up to date for the nurse to collect each month.

Ah-well, I’ll get the Thermometer going. But No! That was not working either! I thought it would be fun to create the little expression that I sometimes use, in fact, it was Tim Price from New Mexico who gave me the idea: The mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, Hallucinations. Materialisations, Poltergeist, Lemures, Wairuas, Kehuas, Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To annoy and scare the bejesus, and scare the pants off of the old energumenist, Inchcock’. But this morning, I’m beginning to believe it could be true! 

I toyed with the ear-thermometer, but it didn’t have it. So, I got the stick-thermometer out and used that.  It worked, and I took this photograph of the result.

Then, as I was about to put it back in medical drawer number three, where it is usually stored: Peripheral Pete, launched one of his involuntary, instant, right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and I found myself doing some ballerina type dancing, as I fought not to go over, and lunged at the stove to steady my balance. At that second, I felt almost proud of myself for going over. The head swanked a bit sideways, and I think a smirk came across my face, as I realised this was only a short leg-dance, of a few seconds duration, and I had prevailed!

As soon as I’d caught my balance and turned back towards the stack of drawers… I felt it as I trod on the stick thermometer! Still not fully back to normal, I got the short picker-upperer to retrieve the obviously now bent, thermometer. I tried to straighten it up to try it out, to see if it was still working. Dead, deceased – not a cat-in-hells chance! Now I was on a downer of great proportions!

To add to this sudden nasty depression, I’ve got to get a new sphygmomanometer and thermometer! Frangleklops, Thunderglobberisations and Knackercraps! I was feeling morose, splenetic and crotchety! Worse than this, my EQ informed me that I had more let-down coming! I found I was monologuing with myself, Duodenal Donald started having a go at me, and hearing aid fell out?

But cunningly, it did not break, and it’s part of the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, grotesqueries, urchins, karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To destroy the sanity, and scare the hell out of Inchcock, thus assuring him a life of misery, worry and fear!’

Of course, it could be the Lord, making my life this unbearable unlucky hell, so that when the time comes for me to kick-the-bucket, I won’t mind so much? The day must be close then. That’s kind of him.

I took the much-belated medications and got on the computer to see what Amazon has on offer thermometers and hemadynamometers-wise at a bearable price.  First thing I found was an email, telling that the order, which was to have been arriving Wednesday, then Thursday, then Friday, then Saturday, is going to be late. Hahahaha!

I found some fancy medical gear and ordered it.

Of course, the ‘Arriving Tomorrow’ can be taken with a-pinch-of-salt.

I had a ‘Your Area’ email, with the latest Coronavirus locally.

I got the Friday post finished off and posted to WordPress. Pinterested some snaps. Replied to some comments. Went on the WordPress Reader section. And as I went on CorelDraw, three things dawned on me: 1) I had not been for a wee-wee for hours! 2) Herbert was not making much noise, and 3) I’d had much hassle, I’d not got the ablutions done yet! And it was gone midday!

I hobbled off to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana. I tried the Kodak for the last time, to take a photo of the clouds on view. It came to pout all wrong again, compared to how it looked to the eyes, but then again, it could be the eyes, not the lens at fault?

I tried the BP sphygmomanometer again, not that I expected anything to work – and sod-me, it did! And I’ve just ordered a new one! But, knowing my luck, I shall still get the Amazon one, you never know what the aliens and ghosts are up to and planning in these flats!

Made the brew, and did a template for tomorrow in advance. And about twelve emails all came in at once! One was about the late, late order from Amazon. So, five days late, a proper date received… We’ll see!

I’ll check it out now. Whoops, this is not the original order I thought, but the thermometer order. Int life, confusing?

Shattered mentally now, I’ll get the nosh sorted. I think I’d spent the last of my mental energy preparing this dish. My taste-buds seem to have dwindled, but it still got a Taste-Rating of 7/10.

I got the things from the meal to soak in the kitchen bowl. And went in search of sleep.

Two hours later; mostly of suffering irreverent Thought-Storms, I still awaited Sweet Morpheous.

What a day!

Inchcock Today – Friday 16th October 2020: The body and mind seemed to crepitate. Thunderisations!

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Friday 16th October 2020

Croatian: Petak, 16 Listopada 2020

04:30hrs: Getting my head down so late last night, caused a bit of good fortune – I slept, uninterrupted, dream-free (I think), for over five hours! Yee-Ha!

Of course, this meant instant panic and worry about my getting everything done today, with such a late start! A bi gezunt! No time to lay there, or uhtceare. Anyway, the need for a wee-wee encouraged me to free my body-mass from the c1968 recliner, and get my balance, and scuddle to the EOGPB (Essential-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). I honestly think I only moved a few fluid ounces, and half of them sprayed all over me! Grumbleskins!

I got the bucket, and myself cleaned up and visited the kitchenette, to get a mug of Thompsons Punjana, take the medications and do the Health Checks, oh, and take some photos from the window, not necessarily in that order.

I collected the MacroBid and Dioctyl from the computer desk. I tried the new ear-thermometer this morning, pleased to see that it worked the first time and came up with a figure. 34.6°Cc. Which marries with the level shown on the stick thermometer. I’ll see on Google and convert it to Fahrenheit. It gave me 94.28°F, which is a fair-figure, methinks?

The BP sphygmomanometer results were also pleasing, SYS and DIA both down, as well as the Pulse, I’ll do a check on Google again… “normal rate 60 and 100 beats per minute (bpm), so, another good one. I wonder if this will last? Hahaha! I had a swig of the pathetically weak Pentac medicine, followed my gulps of the splendid tea, and Took the photographs, both in the Aperture Priority mode, with the Nikon camera.

These could be used if anyone was making a film-noir movie or commercial? Just a thought, here’s another, do you think that the Tate Gallery might be interested in buying them?

If they can “spent taxpayers’ money” for a load of bricks, in fact ‘they’ paid so-called artist Carl Andre, £2,297 for the pile of bricks, in 1976. Bear in mind that £2,300 in 1976 is worth £16,664.29 today. I’m imperseverant when it comes to an understanding such stupidity from the Tate, in accepting crap from someone so desperate for success, a Fame-Whore like Carl? They could have had both of my photos for a tenner!

But, of course, it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. Oy-oy, oy!

A most-urgent calling to the Porcelain Throne arrived!  I scuddled off to the wet room, arriving with seconds to spare. But the usual start then stopping occurred, and I reached for the crossword book.

But no time for puzzling, for the motion restarted much quick than of late, although still painful, it as over in seconds, leaving me with a mess to clean up. I had to use two flushes, refilling the tank by water, jugged from the sink, in between, then get myself sorted, cleaned and medicated. Poor old Harold’s Haemorrhoids had gone through a rough time. Not much bleeding, though.

I reckon that the Dioctyl capsules are getting a grip on the situation at last. Says he, in hopes! However, the MacroBid UTI infection antibiotics, are taking their time in changing the colour of the urine, I checked with the card, and the colour is now between 6 + 7 on the scale, which is classed as Very and Severely dehydrated. No improvement at all, in fact, it is darker orange than before I went on the medication last Thursday? I increased my intake of spring water, as they recommended.

As I got on the computer, dear old Herbert started working on his models. Clunk, tap-tapping. But not for long.

I made a start on creating a template, then started to update the Thursday blog. I was in a zwodder, mentally, and jumping all over doing things out of order, and getting myself all irritated in doing so, but somehow kept on meandering and forgetting where I was and what I was doing and supposed to be doing. Jenny would know a name for this; she’s a clever gal. Next time we chat, I’ll ask her, then I can use the word to show off. Hehehe! Cheerio, sanity! Then…

Things seem to get worse when I went to get the ablutions done;

  • I suffered more dropsies than ever before!
  • Had a cracking cross between the Twist and a Waltz when Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and I ended up going over onto the floor!
  • Banged my right elbow on the corner of the floor cabinet, and knocked a few things off of it.
  • I couldn’t find the shaving foam, and I’m sure I had some, and another full one ready? No shave today, then!
  • I considered putting some socks on, as it was getting reet cold. But stood there looking at the scary, scowling Sock-Glide, and a moment of resistentialism came over me?
  • It seemed that Pareidolia had gripped me, as I started talking to the damned thing! But I chickened out of using it, not that I was scared or anything like that, of course. Cough, cough!
  • Getting some new PPs on, and they ripped as I pulled them up? Oh, heck!

I remembered a little late that it was time for the next Dioctyl capsule to be taken. Forced plenty of water down with it.

I got back on Computer Cameron, and carried on with the blog updating, but not for long! Good old Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet went off again. It’d been dead slow all day!

I think Herbert must have gone out. It’s tranquil around the place. Even the ‘Hum ‘ is not as bad as usual, mind you, I can hear the drone from the plant room on the roof.

It’s already gone my head-down time already. Still, I will give in to my tiredness and get something to eat. Then I’ll collapse in the recliner. The internet is so bad and slow now it’s back on, but I’ll have a look at the Coronavirus figures first, internet permitting. Well, it wasn’t!

I got the nosh made. Fell asleep eating it. I cleaned up the mess from the tray falling off of my knees. Had a wee-wee, for what it was worth, it was more like a quick spray of air freshener without the nice scent.

Settled in the recliner, and waited for sleep to come… and waited… and waited…

Inchcockski – Thurs 15 Oct 2020: Not doing well urninationally speaking, Hehe! Worra long day, too!

A Beautiful Collection of TFZer Gals – Having a Dance

Thursday 15th October 2020

Scots Gaelic: Diardaoin 15 Dàmhair 2020

02:00hrs: I stirred slowly into a pseudo-life-form, and the sound from the World-Wide ‘Hum’, was horrific! But this ‘Hum’ was forgotten when the need for the Porcelain Throne and a wee-wee arrived. The wee-wee being the more urgent – the risk of an escapage was apparent.

I hastily hauled my wobbly heavily-stomach ladened body from the c1968 recliner, caught my balance, got Metal Micky (four-pronged walking stick) and off to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). Again it had been well-used, so after taking the pathetic, weak, wee-wee, that started with a flourish, but almost immediately died down to a few dribbles (Tsk!), I took the bucket with me to the wet-room, for cleaning and sanitising, after the throne session is finished.

After the last few Porcelain trips, I was feeling somewhat, a smidge nervous, that Constipation Konrad would give me agony again! Which he did! But not a patch on the previous visits. So much quicker, I was able to push things on a little and was much less painful without a doubt. Not a single drop or smear of blood! And I went into an almost pietistic Smug-Mode was adopted! Especially when I’d grabbed the crossword book, and didn’t have time to use it! Hehehe!

But, I was wary of this bit of good fortune, I usually pay for getting into any form of near contentedness or gratification, in some way. So I was cautious doing the cleaning up and medicationing by going through the two doorframes to the kitchen, with trepidation and expectancy of the next Accifauxpa or Whoopsiedangleplop. But I got through them both safely, without any toe stubbings, hitting my right shoulder against the wooden frame, and without a single loss of balance or Dizzy Dennis bother!

I took a photo of the right leg, in particular the ankle ulcer, which seemed to be fading fast for some reason. I bet it will be back, all vivid again later. The Arthur Itis and PKCCP (Proximal Knee-Cap-Cartilage-Pain) area around the patella looked a little nasty. But hardly any pain with it?

As I was getting the things out for the Health Checks, I had a spot of apaesthesia on my right side limbs, and very nearly dropped the BP machine. At least the results were a lit better today. SYS was well down, the Pulse a little higher. Pleased!

The stick thermometer showed relatively low again. But, it’s been lower a couple of times this month. It’s all very confusing, innit? Hahaha!

When it came to the medications, of course, there were no Omperasole capsules, with me taking it last night to ease Duodenal Donald’s attack. Still, it seemed to work; he was nowhere near as bothersome this morning.

I made a brew and noticed that the bottle of weak Peptac medicine had been emptied. Now, this was even more worrying. Because I’m sure that last night there was some left in the bottle, confident that I thought well they’ll be enough for tomorrow. Not that it is anything to panic about, it’s that useless and weak, totally not up to the job. And soon, the Germoloid supply will run out; I can’t remember if I put any on the Morrison order or not, I know I meant to, Humph! 

Back on the graphics, and the internet failed again. I’m getting fed up to the back teeth with this!

I nipped into the kitchenette to get some potatoes in the crock-pot for later on. Much later on, cause the Morrison order, or is it Sainsbury’s? should be coming twixt 17:30 > 18:30hrs tonight. I really mustn’t nod off again!

The danged Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet kept going on and off all day long! I got the latest local Coronavirus figures cone through in an email. At least the infection rate is coming down. But, is still at +46% increase, compared to the previous week.

The ankle ulcer was doing some itching, so I took a look at it when I went for one of the endless wee-wees of the day.

It might be getting more flared-up if that’s the word.

Internet down again, so I nipped out on the balcony and took some pictures from different angles.

The clouds were patchy and low, but they rose and thickened beautifully later. I received an Email from Morrisons.

There’s never a break from changes to confuse old farts like me! Grigglegonks! By the time I’d worked out that I didn’t know what they were talking about, the clouds had grown in the beautiful sky, and I tried to take the photos and present them, so they show a little more significant this time, four again, left to right, this time.

Bootiful!

More Emails came in, and I had a look at the latest ‘In Your Area’ e-magazine, for owt of interest. Here’s some I found.

  1. Police officers slapped eight students with fines totalling some £1,600 for hosting illegal parties across Nottingham city centre. The parties took place early on Tuesday, October 13, in an apartment in the Marco Island high-rise in Brook Street, as well as another in the Litmus Building in Huntingdon Street and one within a house in Johnson Road, Radford. Good!
  2. Nottingham’s public health director has warned there is “no doubt” the city will be pushed into the stricter Tier 3 lockdown banding if the spiralling infection rate does not slow soon. Her message comes as the city and county recorded almost 1,000 new cases in the space of 24 hours up to October 14. The infection rate in the city remains well ahead of anywhere in England, even Liverpool, which has been forced into stricter lockdown as acute care beds are filled almost to capacity.
  3. Almost 1,000 new coronavirus cases have been recorded across Nottinghamshire in the past 24 hours, Public Health England data shows.

I made a brew of tea, Glengettie Gold, and took the Dioctyl, Fentanyl, and Nirontine. The evening ones will have to be taken later tonight, or I will not be able to stay awake for the Sainsbury’s order coming.

I’m already fighting back the eyelids desire to close. Hehe!

So as it was getting darker now, I went out on the balcony again to take the now broody-looking clouds with the Kodak and the Nikon cameras.

First, I snapped the houses in front of the flats, using the Kodak. They came out looking like dolls, houses? Not a good photo at all.

I forgot which settings I had the Kodak ones on, but all the Nikon were in Aperture Priority mode. Hope I won’t sicken you with all the cloud photo

When I got back inside, I uploaded them to the computer, and as I was putting the SD card back in the Kodak, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, who had been kind to me up to then, caught the card to fly away. I had a very similar problem finding the damned thing. It turned out it was underneath the 1961 Hopewell’s E-plan cabinet that I bought from the Charity shop when I moved into the flat. I wish I knew that the doors were going to fall off of it within three days, I wouldn’t have bothered. Gumbleonandon!

Naturally, the agony of getting down on the floor (Level4), stretching to get camera-card (Level3) using the long picker-upperer and the torch. Then the mammoth task (Level6) of getting back up again, took a lot out of me, but also helped keep my awake a little longer if nowt else. Hahaha!

The weak, willingness-willy-nilly, wee-wees seemed to have dried up altogether now?

I had a look at the latest Your Area Email—advice on the new legislation and the local figures for the Coronavirus and took some screenshots. I was puzzled to see the new figure lower than yesterdays?

My Nottingham’s new cases for the last complete seven-days was up to 2549, now.

Oh, dearie me!

I was getting more tired by the second, and the mind of in a bit of a muddle, I was convinced it was Friday, and I had a moment or two of semi panicking when I checked the Calendar and things didn’t match up for Friday… I just felt a twit when I realised, and hoped that the intercom would work when the Sains.. no, Morrison delivery arrives, twixt 18:30>19:30hrs.

I got the evening medications in a pot ready for taking, and the potatoes that had been in the crock-pot for about eight-hours now were turned off. The wee-wees had dried up. Mind you; I think every one of the estimated 24 visits I made, were put together; they would fit in a tea mug! Tsk!

The Morrison man arrived, and I got the bags through to the kitchen and unloaded. A bit of a mystery though; I’d got two loaves of Warburtons Danish bread delivered, I thought I’d ordered two Milk Roll loaves, cause I knew they would just about fit in the freezer, but with no paperwork any longer being supplied from Morrisons. Nothing on the emails to tell me they had been substituted, I don’t know if I made a faux pas or not. Still, they had delivered the Irish potato farls, Warburton potato cakes and a loaf of Rankin’s Soda Bread that I shall be parting in a little later. (If I haven’t fallen asleep, Hehe!)

I phoned Jenny to see if she could use the Danish bread, as I didn’t want it to go to waste. She was interested, although she wanted to keep it for me in her freezer at first, that there is no room or chance of me making room in the foreseeable future.

I got a bag and added some of the Christmas cans and bottles, to sneak in as a treat and thank you, and out and down in the elevator, to Jenny and FRanks flat, pressed the bell, and back to the lift. What a job getting one back up again, I’ve no idea what was going on, but both lifts passed me by a few times? (Being so late in the day, we can now use the Contractors lift as they have long gone home). 

So weary now, back in the apartment, and sorted out the evening’s meal. Three small slices of the soda-bread, generously buttered, fish sticks, pickled egg, red and Jenny-supplied yellow tomatoes, boiled in Squid sauce potatoes for slow-cooked for nine hours (Hehe!), some of the mini-shallots, and a pot of lemon yoghourt (Although I fell asleep after eating the fodder, and didn’t get to eat it!).

I gave the meal a flavour-rating of 9/10! After digesting the feast, I nodded off, but unfortunately, jumped awake an hour or so later, without knowing why. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 14th October 2020: My lockdownabilites are being tested! As for Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet – Clapbogelsworthyness!

The Lovely Smile of the TFZeress ♥

Wednesday 14th October 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 14eg Hydref 2020

: 03:00hrs: Due to the wonderfully pathetic service from Liberty-Global, Virgin Media internet connection, constantly going down today, this will be a short, messy, and quick diary of the day’s disasters. And with CorelDraw playing up something rotten, I’m stumped for time to get things done. I’m very sorry about this. Not as in-depth and revealing as usual. Still, being the twerp I am, I ended up staying up late to get caught up with it.

If you know of any reasonably priced, reliable assassins, perhaps you’d like to arrange for Mr Fries, the Liberty-Global boss. To have a visit? New York-based global investment equity firm KKR announced Wednesday that it acquired Corel, taking ownership from Vector Capital. I can’t find the animal in charge there, but I hope he or she is in pain and catches the Virus.

Of course, I’m only joking.

Rose, and had to use the Porcelain Throne. Argh! Constipation Konrad still in charge. Agony! But the leg ulcer was looking so much calmer, now.

Got the Health Checks done. The BP results were scary. Took the medications.

The stick thermometer was also playing up and not giving a reading, other than low.

Onto the computer, will a determination to get a crack-on… Hahahaha! With Libert-Global and CorelDraw’s combined inabilities and constant cock-ups, there was no chance!

The internet was going down so very often! Frustration turned to anger later. Humph! It did sp, so often, I shall not mention it again, well, we’ll see!

Facebooking was a grind, not pleasure. Pinteresting was farcical! I was getting into some fine messes on the computer!

I kept knocking off, doing other jobs, I took a snap of Chestnut Walk.

Then stupidly thinking things would come back on proper. What a clot I am! Got the ablutions done, took my time and it was a fair session, no injuries, although the dropsies were more than plentiful.

  I tried ringing Warden Deana, to ask her to ring the Doctors for me, to order some Macrogol on the next prescriptions for me. But there was no reply. Either busy, or on holiday, or moved somewhere else?

Jenny rang. She is having the same struggle with Lacksadisical Liberty-Global. She suggested I send an email asking for prescriptions, which made me wonder why I wasn’t doing this. Hehe! I did enjoy the little natter and laugh. ♥Later I recalled getting the letter telling me they cannot take prescription requests via email, anymore. Tsk!

Sister Jane rang me to tell me she had not received the email link. I wasn’t surprised I’d forgotten to send it, with all the mayhem this morning. I apologised and said I’d do it as soon as, or if, I can get the Template made up. We had a longish chinwag, and that broke the depression, cheered me up. ♥

Then off to the Porcelain Throne again – another bad one, no improvement, despite the Macrogol and Dyoctyl, I’m on. But, no bleeding this time from Harold’s Haemorrhoids! And the legs were all calm. Bloodless looking mind you.

Uncomfortable in the extreme, I got some bags of rubbish made up and taken to the waste chute. Not the easiest of tasks this morning. I loaded the three-wheeler walker guide with the various sized bags and hobbled with them (Not dropping any en route, Smug-Mode-Engaged!) to the chute room.

Made a brew, and took the Docusate sodium and an extra Maccrogol sachet. I’ve not got a lot of confidence in them, but fair do’s, give them another day or so, and they might start working. Or not! Well, they didn’t, making me very late in getting my head down, to catch up. Brunglebogs!

I had a go ar making the graphics again. I spent more time correcting things than creating owt! Grrr!

And of course, the internet kept packing up in the middle of doing things!

THe wee-weeing was frequenter than ever, but only dribbles most of the time. I checked the colour against the chart, and it was still on No.6, very dehydrated.

On the other side of the NHS card, was a reminder to drink 2½ to 3½ litres of liquids a day, while I’m on the Dioctyl capsules for the week.

But, I have no decaffeinated tea in stock.

So I was taking spring water in between the Thompsons Punaja, Glengettie, Assam and Glengettie Gold, brews.

Then, I remembered that I forgot to send the blog links off, so got it tended to.

The ‘Hum’ was accompanied wit he few taps, knocks and clunks, from Herbert in the flat above. I wonder what model he’s making today? I rarely see anyone nowadays with this lockdown for a chinwag. Mind you, he’s a bit of a reticent, taciturn sort of superior acting bloke, so I’m not missing anything there, then.

Off I poddled to the wet room for what must be the twentieth wee-wee of the day, possibly more actually.

The leg ulcer seemed to be getting a smidge more inflamed? And the Clopdogrel lumps and papules looked like returning.

Time to take the evening medications now. Then get some fodder prepared.

As I got in the kitchen, I found that I’d left the hot water tap (faucet) running, and now had no hot water. Ah, well, at least I haven’t done this for at least three days. Humph!

I had a go again at getting the lid off of the balsamic vinegar and honeyed shallots. To my amazement, I got it off! Well pleased with this! I split the contents, half and half, with the original jar to be taken down for Jenny and Frank, the other half, having put some of the onions on my plate for later, went in an old lidded plastic container and into the fridge. I rang Jenny to tell her I’d be calling, but the gal was busy on the line. Got the Jenny-jar in a bag, ready to go down. 

Got the potato cakes in the oven, took this photo of the afternoon view, then gave Jenny another call on the phone. The gal was still busy, so I got the stick, and a jar of pickled shallots and went down to put them outside her door, rang the bell and then had fun getting the list back up. Hehe!

Got back at last, and worked on getting the dinner made up. Not much cooking involved at all. But I managed to burn the potato cakes a bit too much, even for me. Hoggleglumps! The new shallot onions and the Jenny supplied yellow tomatoes were the highlight of the meal. The Lidl potato thins, reminded me of chewing newspaper when I was a kid, and short of food – but the newspaper had more taste. Hehehe!

Put the pots in the bowl to soak, and I got down in the c1968 non-working recliner that my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour propred Brother-in-Law Pete broke, when he was clearing the flat of my monies and valuables after I had the stroke… Where was I? Oh, yes, head down with the only intention being to get some sleep. But no! Although I was spared any Thought-Storming tonight, Duodenal Donald made an excellent substitute ‘Keep-Awakener’.

I didn’t bother getting up, to take any of the nugatory Peptac medicine, and tried to carry one, ith little chance of, but getting to sleep!

But Duodenal Donald was on top form tonight, and out of desperation, I got up and gave myself a pretty reasonably nasty toe-stubbing en route to the kitchen, to have a large guzzle or two of the weak ineffective, inadequate, not up-to-the-job Peptac medicine. There were no spare Omeprazole capsules, now they come in the dosage-pods, but things were so painful and uncomfortable with Duodenal Donald, I took one of tomorrow mornings ones, which I may well regret in the morning, methinks! I swallowed the capsule and took the pathetic Peptac bottle to the recliner with me, and it was well used, but to no effect. Humph!

Fed-up? Me? Hahaha!

Yes!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 13th October 2020: Apaesthesia down my right side, and maybe the brain, too! Hehe!

TFZer in her garden? ♥

Tuesday 13th October 2020

Hebrew: 2020 יום שלישי, 13 באוקטובר

02:55hrs: Well, back to waking and wanting a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne to be utilised. I just hoped that the rear end evacuation would not also be back to the chronic-pain giving! 

I surprised myself at how relatively easily I evacuated the second-hand, £300, c1968, recliner, caught my balance, and off on my way, though rather fumblingly, to the wet-room.

Although oblivious as to how I managed it, I trapped my left wrist, closing the door behind me? Now had it been the right, stroke and Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters affected arm, that would have been understandable. Puzzled! I got what I thought was a tube of Bruise Ease from the bottom tray, and dabbed it on. Hence, the advice graphic above was later done and posted. But soon found out that it was the wood-varnish touch-up tube! Ah, well, nae bother, it cleaned up well afterwards when I cleaned it and used the Germolene. Oy-oy-oy, what a schlemiel! There was much worse to come seconds later!

The innards were back under the control of Constipation Konrad! Argh! Solid! Nothing was moving, although a lot of wind was escaping of its own accord. The utilised the crossword book. But there was so much pain, and my concentration was limited. What seemed like a week later, (but was five minutes perhaps, max), the motion began, and boy, it was grindingly, torturously slow! The blood flowed from Harold’s Haemorrhoids; the style of poo was like Type-Two, lumpy and sausage-like. Resembling hazelnuts squashed together in chocolate, but was more green than brown! Some had even escaped into the PPs, so why did I struggle, so? I’m sure I have not missed any capsule taking!

I was disappointed in the extreme with this pitiably-prolonged, pain in the backside, motion. A smidge frustrated, too. I believed things were coming along well since I started taking the Poo-Softener, Dioctyl. But, of course, my starting on the MacroBid antiseptic… no, I’ll try that again, antibiotic course, for the UTI (Urinary Tract Infection), on Sunday, just might have had some effect… no, affect on the proceedings? This is disheartening whatever has caused this constipation to come back with such venom!

Crap!

I cleaned up and medicated Harold’s area, and off to the kitchenette. Where I mixed a sachet of Macrogol in warm water, and got it down me, taking the other medications as well. I’m getting a bit confused over this new regime and added medications to take. The poo capsules two a day, but the bladder ones are four a day, which takes some remembering. But I got it right, I reckon. A few guzzles of the paltriest, weakest ant-acid medicine I’ve ever used, Peptac, as rumblings and a few twinges were coming from Duodenal Donald. Then started the Health Checks.

The Boots BP sphygmomanometer reading was another let-down. The SYS was back up high again, after going down for one day, to 153. Spurgledamnations!

The stick thermometer reading was 33.3°c. I took a photo of the morning view from the window, with the Nikon camera, on Aperture Priority setting. I thought it came out well, for once, a lot closer to what the eyes perceive. Smug-Mode-Entered! Haha!

I got the drink of spring water to have a guzzle and take the extra Ramprilol. Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters went down, encouraging me to drop the bottle cap and the tablet. I ended up on the floor with the torch and picker-upperer, and had a ball trying to get back upright again… Then dropped the damned capsule again! Int life good when you get older?

I made myself breakfast with a difference. Marmite bread thins, red and yellow tomatoes, that were, Very nice!

I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, then made a start to updating the Monday blog. Which, in between a few, no, many wee-wees, I got finished about three hours later. Then posted it off and emailed the link, Pinteresting some pictures and:

Well, fancy that! Nacklesburies! I made up some bags ow waste while I waited again for the Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet to come back online. Shicklbalks!

When it did, I got caught up with the Facebooking, then got the Ablutions sorted out. A grand start to the session again, just like yesterday. The problems were mostly in the medicationalisationing department. The blood did floweth, my patience did goeth, and Duodenal Donald’s pains started to riseth!

A few dropsies, (well, a lot really!), and I knock some bits off of the top of the floor cabinet.

However, I thought the ankle-ulcer, pins and plates all looked much better than they did on Monday?

I got the extra sizeable longsleeved t-shirt washed. All done, wrung, and hung. It makes me think of Liberty-Global’s boss, Mr Fries, that phrase does! Grrr! 

Nokia A text message came through on my My Samsung-Galaxy S20+, Ultra-mobile, 512MB, £1,399 for 128GB storage, with its gargantuan 6.9in display, interrupted only by a hole-punch camera, and ‘Space Zoom 100x’… Well, my 1970 Nokia, Hahaha! It was from Iceland, the store, not the country, like; telling me, that my order was en route!

The Iceland man delivered, and I took a photo of the fodder as I unloaded it from the carriers, and later, the SD card had no trace of it! Sob!

I made a Morrison order for Thursday; the only slot was 18:30 > 19:30hrs! So, I must stay awake this time!  Got some Christmas pressies ordered. And remembered the foil trays.

The problem with this ordering was, Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet – it went down as I was paying for the stuff. Dangitall! I hope things go alright with it.

Then a call to the Porcelain Throne, number two came. Gawd, it was more painful than the last one!

Updated this blog, and then got the nosh warming up, I can’t call it cooking, just Jenny’s yellow tomatoes, a pickled egg, a few boiled spuds, two little potato cakes, and a baked and beef pasty.

So late now, and I was in a state of tiredness that affected even my thoughts. But I still enjoyed this meal. Flavour-Rating, 8/10.

Sweet Morpheous arrived, and off I went into a dream-filled sleep.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 11th October 2020: The hobgoblins, poltergeist and Karakia entities ruled today!

TFZers Escape in the Woods!

Sunday 11th October 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sul 11eg Hydref 2020

01:10hrs: I woke, early cause I’d gotten my head down early last night when I wasn’t feeling too good. But I must have re-booted the batteries while I was kipping. Because I woke up with a much clearer head, no SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) twitching and jerking, an absence of Saccades Sandra sight problems, and with a vastly reduced hassle from Duodenal Donald! So, health and ailment-wise, things seemed on the chirpy side.

However, as soon as the brain tried to analyse the needs of the day, my omnipresent, ubiquitous, pestering, irksome aboulomania, made the job hard work, nae, impossible. Josie’s nosh came into the scheme of thoughts, the change in medications, and the need to sort out and take the waste bags to the chute room. Still, little else would come to the fore of the reluctant mind (Which moments earlier had a mental list of to-do’s, that seemed to have now dissipated, and left me in the lurch, off into the ether?) I spent a while, pondering things over, with no decisions made, through a lack of further information being gleaned for me to assemble and make any plans.

The need for a wee-wee arrived, no rushing needing. I took my time disengaging my volumingargantuan-bellied body from the recliner, got up with a little effort, caught my balance, grabbed Metal Micky (the four-pronged walking stick), and poddled over the few steps to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), and started one the longest wee-wees I’ve had for many a month. Of the COLD (Cloudy-Orange-Long-Dribbling) variety.

As I started to whistle silently, and cling desperately to the bucket, I realised how full it was. Yet could not recall getting up to use it at all? This often happens to me, but I never know or find out for sure if I’d been sleep-wee-weeing or not? I can’t see how I could have got up without the pain of the effort waking me up? Brunglebogs! Maybe I ought to get someone to fit a CCTV camera in the room for me… no, better not – in case I really was doing any nocturnal wanderings, oh, I don’t know!

When the trickling had ended, I put the bucket down, to let Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters regain some use. And a dose of AMD (After-Micturition-Dribbling) arrived. But I got the handily placed bucket back up, and I avoided a minor calamity, mind you, I very-nearly dropped the flaming full bucket but can laugh about it now, cause I caught a grip, and the neurotransmitters were back working. So, a smidgeon of good luck there! But my EQ told me not to bother going into a Smug-Mode – Ominous that!

I took the bucket to get it cleaned in the wet room, re-disinfected it, and because of the EQ warning, I returned it to the main room, so it is ready for any urgent usage. I did not do any Health Checks or medical stuff but decided to get on with updating the Saturday blog instead. But only got as far as putting on the computer and booting it up, and the need for the Porcelain Throne was received. So, back to the wetroom, I limped. 

Sillily, I was feeling rather confident, after yesterday’s much improved, easier Throne session. But soon the pain and non-movement of old started, and I got out the crossword, believing I was in for agony and a long wait for any activity to start. At this point, I realised I had used the box as the doctor told me, to raise my knees when using the Throne. I put away the book, and pulled the box over with Metal Mickey, and lifted each leg into the raised positions… and ‘whoosh, thunder, pain, all gone, done!’ It was more painful than Saturdays releasing, but probably my own fault for trying without the box first? I am a fool! Poor old Harold’s Haemorrhoids were bleeding badly, but a wash and the Germoloid cream eased things.

Back to the computer, did some comment replying, then went to make a brew, and decided to do the health-Checks etc. I made a sachet of Macrogol first, using warm water, and got that down me. Downed that and got the sphygmomanometerisationing! The ‘Hum’ all-around from outside, had now got an accompaniment of a new to me, whining, or whirring noise, that was coming from above? It could be coming from the waterworks pipes, that Jenny told me about.

My BP readings looked a lot better this morning.

Ooh! The stick thermometer reading was the lowest its been ever! 32.1°c! Surely that can’t be, right. Can it?

I’d better give it another go. 32.1°c? Off to the medical drawer in the kitchenette, and retook the temperature.

Aha, that’s betterer! That’s up by a whole degree on the first check, and that was only a couple of minutes ago? I’m confused and bamboozled again!

I got the updating finished on the Saturday posting. Despite Liberty-Global Virgin Internet Media going down several times, for short periods. Thunderbogworthyness!

Posted it off, checked the Email link, I did the Facebooking, Comments and visited the WordPress Reader.

Made a brew of Glengettie Tea, and started on this blog. A few hours later, I went to have another brew, Thompsons Punjana, a bag of Frazzles, a wee-wee, hit the doorframe coming out of the wet-room, swore quietly, and went to make another mug of tea, cause by then the Punjana had gone cold.

I let myself get carried away when I had a read of the labels on the new cheap Chilli-con-carne, and the Princes, that cost three times as much as the Hubbard’s cans. (A Sainsbury’s generic brand).

The cans bottoms had the same markings, as did the bottoms, even the ring-pulls were similar if not the same type.

I was getting carried away here, and over-involved! It’s a fault of mine, you know. Hahaha!

They weighed the same as well, so I decided to have a perusal of the contents labels on the cans.

P: Princes – H: Hubbards. P: had 23% beef, H: 15%. Both had beans at 12%. H: Had 14% tomatoes – P: None.

The flavourings and seasonings varied greatly, a lot of salt in the P: one.

It will be interesting trying them out. I shall try the Hubbard’s for nosh today.

No bread to have with it, with Morrisons and Sainsbury’s failing to send me any, but that’s not a bad thing. Thanks to Jenny, I can chop up and add some yellow tomatoes to the can, and I decided to do some small potatoes to go in the mix as well!

It will be informative for me, if Tim Price in New Mexico, a cyber-buddy, and well known Chilli-Con-Carne Connoisseur, could advise me. Of course, he makes his own from scratch, using such chillies as, the Caroline Reaper, and the Naga Viper – which would most likely kill me if tried them. Hehehe!

I got the potatoes in the crock-pot, and put some Squid vinegar (they call it a sauce?) in the water, to marinate for a few hours, then I can turn the heat on later.

I’ve been doing so well this morning, and now Duodenal Donald is kicking off, and the typing is more error-prone than ever, thanks to SSS.

According to the latest official figures on the Your Area web page: Nottingham is still the highest part of England for new Coronavirus cases. With a 285% increase on the previous week! Oh, dearie me! Special lock-down procedures are going to be updated.

I remembered (It’s not often I that!) to turn on the seasoned spuds in the slow-cooker. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

Oh, back to the Porcelain Throne, I hope the extra Macrogol will help things along this time, here goes…

; Fantabulous! Brilliant! I pray this improvement continues; the pain was 50-60% less than a day ago! Not messy, and the bleeding was minimal – YEE-YA! Sorry, I got a little carried away and overjoyed there!

Jenny called me, bless her cotton socks. We chatted and had a mutual grumble while and laughed, we do that you know, Haha! I love it!

Off I limped to get the ablutions done. But, my aboulomania, indecisiveness, irresoluteness, and fickle equivocationalness had me washing the long-sleeved tee-shirt, instead. I got it done, wrung and hung over the kitchen sink in on one of the new coat hangers.

I then succeeded in getting to the wet-room, to carry put the ablutions at last.

  • Things started nice and easy, no toothache or gum bleeding! No dropsies at all!
  • I got the shaving foam on, and the razors out, no dropsies at all!
  • Shaving, a couple of tiny nicks, nowt worth bothering about.
  • Showering, it started so well, and it stayed that way, no dizzies, no hitting any part of my anatomy against the power box, or grab rails!
  • The drying off did present a few challenges, though. I cleared many of the medications, and some hygiene items off of the floor cabinet, when Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and over I went, but even then, not all the way to the floor, just down on the kees…
  • Which prompted a change of fortunes! Long-suffering Arthur Itis’s knees got a bashing, thus so did I. Haha!
  • The medicating was going well, although I was struggling to get the cream onto the ankle ulcer, and cracked my right elbow a fairly decent wallop as I grabbed the cabinet to stop myself having another little excursion to the hard floor!
  • The medicationalisationing of Harold’s Haemorrhoids caught me out. I was going all careful and wearily as well, as is usual, and the sudden sharp pain was a mystery as to why? But by gum, it didn’t half sting for a while! I thought perhaps I’d used the wrong cream, but no, it was the Germoloid ointment alright?

But overall, it was an alright session, and a tumble or two, and a little bit of bleeding and pain, has never bothered a man of my calibre, I just laughed it off nonchalantly, being made of sterner stuff, like. (Cough, cough!, Ahem!)

All dressed, and it was time to get Josie’s dinner sorted out; But again, my dithering and cunctation, had me checking on the tracker for the Amazon milk sleeves delivery ETA, it was not good! I swear the tracker distance indicator is going backwards! He was closer last time I looked. I’m sure of it! Tsk! Which also reminded me of my particularly stupid habit of ordering things in duplicate – for I had ordered the Jersey full cream milk that arrived yesterday, and I’d forgotten about this order. Do you know, at times, I come out with the obvious, don’t I? There was no need to mention my forgetting something, anyone who knows me, knows this! Gragglewash!

I got the meal prepared, made a right mess that needed cleaning later when making the Leicester cheesy potatoes for her, I spilt some of the chives, cut my finger chopping the onion, and even managed to drop the butter, and dropped and broke the mixer bowl! I had to throw the butter away, it, unfortunately, it landed in the rubbish bin! Ah, well, Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit.

I took a picture of the view, and Josie’s plate of fodder. I left the mess I’d made, and got the tray and nosh om the trolley, and off to deliver it to Josie’s door. “That’s more than ever, now! You shouldn’t be doing this!” Well, that was me told off! Hahaha! We laughed, well, I did! I wished her happy eating, that’s why I do it. I do hope she enjoys it.

Again remembered something (Oh, Yes!), I’d put some of the Lego cards that Sainsbury’s are giving out, one for every £20, or is it £10, you spend. I shoved them through Malcolm’s letterbox, for his Grandkids to have.

Then not wanting to clean up the mess I’d made, I went on the computer to upload the photos I’d taken of the wonderful view and Josie’s dinner… and when it came to collecting them, this is what the Canon camera had taken; not one of each, but…

Five of each one! It was set on Auto as well? The next one I took when I got back in was when I got the potatoes in the saucepan with the Chilli and leftover peas. That came out normal, just the one saved? I added the sliced yellow tomatoes and some made-up gravy. I turned off the heat and put the lid one after stirring it well.

I got doing this post up and took a swig of the spring water & cordial, and the cap was dropped (fancy that, happening to me!), I retrieved the lid with the use of the long picker-upperer.

I had noticed, while down there under the sideboard… I’ll tell you the tale first, although I may have already mentioned it in another blog. About eight weeks ago, I was shelling some pod peas, and the landline rang and flashed. It was the District Nurse, and I was writing down what she was telling me, and found I’d taken a pod pea with me, opened it and found just three peas in it, and proceeded to drop them. Tsk! After the phone call, I got down on all fours, to search for them, but only found two of them.

Now back to the present, guess what I came across? Hehehe! The errant escaped pea! Talk about rock-hard! I had to laugh out loud, not that it is all that funny, but it tickled me. Hehehe!

I got CorelDraw, just as determined as I was fourteen hours ago when I woke up, to get some graphics done for the page headers.

My super 5g Nokia 2.4 dual SIM (GSM and GSM) smartphone that accepts Nano-SIM and Nano-SIM. Connectivity options include Wi-Fi, GPS, Bluetooth, NFC, Micro-USB, FM, 3G and 4G (with support for Band 40 used by some LTE networks in India). Sensors on the phone include a Fingerprint sensor, Compass Magnetometer, Proximity sensor, Accelerometer and Ambient light sensor. (Ahem) It was I reckoned, the Amazon driver bringing the milk to me. But understanding him was impossible, (Latvian or Polish) he sounded a little annoyed about something or other, most agitated. I told him, in as clear proper spoken voice; “I will come down to you!”

Not easy in my condition, but I hastened as best I could down in the lift, and to the main doors. He’d left the box in the outer foyer; it’s a miracle it wasn’t lifted.

I struggled back up with the walking stick and box delivered. Well, when I say delivered…Tsk!

Of course, there is every chance that the new intercom system isn’t working again, this had happened, I think, to Jenny, Rosie, Roy, Barry, two of my nurses, and others in the flats. But it never gets sorted.

A fizziness in the head came on, and it doesn’t help in the least; I wanted to stop and have a sit-down, a rest, but the graphics need doing still, so I got on CorelDraw yet again, in an ever more desperate, deteriorating state of health and gave it a go. (That should muster up some sympathy, Hehehe!)

I got one done, got the meal served up, still left the mess from cooking, and got down for a rest.

I do recall taking a photo of the chilli on the tray. Because the first effort was ruined by SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) having a go at me, and waiting until she’s calmed down and my being pleased with the second picture. But in the morning, both photographs had had it away into the ether – and they must have gone on the SD card, or I would not have been able to view them to find out about how bad the first one was? Cragnangles!

As I tried to settle, I recall thinking, did I take the evening medications or not? The head started spinning, and what the heck happened after that, I’ve not got the foggiest idea! But, I woke up at 01:30hrs, in need of the Porcelain Throne.

Hey-Ho!

Inchcockski – Saturday 10th October 2020: I relinquished my grip on sanity. Lost the plot! Normal day, then!

Aha, what’s this TFZer up to, then? Hehe!

Saturday, 10th October 2020

Swedish: Lördag 10 Oktober 2020

01:15hrs: I stirred, thinking of what needed to be tackled today. The need for a visit to the Porcelain Throne made my mind up for me. And almost nimbly, (well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration) I clambered out of the ageing ancient recliner, (we are well-matched) up onto my unbalanced legs, and had to sit in the swivel chair for a few seconds when Dizzy Dennis attacked. Luckily the need for the Throne was not too urgent. Phew!

Wowzah, it’s blooming cold this morning! Brrr! But not once I was inside the wetroom – I’d left the convector heater on in there again! This is going to cheer up the bank manager! 

Now here this! Or, ‘Now hear this’, if you want it spelt right. Tsk! This session on the Throne was the easiest for many weeks! Yes, the Docusate sodium capsules, are working a treat! I shall not miss taking them, oh, no! I’d estimate that the pain was 40% less, far easier, and I had a modicum of control over the movement! Mega-Smug-Mode-Adopted!

Got a wash, fresh PPs on, and a dab of Germolid cream was applied. Off to the kitchenette, I wobbled. I took a photo of the morning view with the Canon camera, but I still don’t seem to able to get any decent shots lately, with any of the cameras? Fair enough, I know there are times when I’m shaking badly with the right hand and arm, maybe it is such small movements this morning, and I don’t realise it? But it’s so annoying! Ah, well, plenty of folks worse off than me. 

Made a brew of Glengettie Gold, and got the tablets ready for imbibing, then did the job of sphygmomanometering to get the BP readings. The Sys, and Dia though a bit high, were lower than yesterdays levels. Oh, and the pulse had come down, well.

The body temperature was well done, no idea why. Down to 32.7, or 32.1°c.

I’d got out a Macrogol sachet to make up, but when I read that one of the ingredients in the stool-softener capsules, is actually Macrogol? Now I’m a little confused. Do I take the Macrogol or not? I left it, to be on the safe side, I don’t want Trotsky Terence to come back.

I gt on the computer, well-determined, obsessed with getting some graphics and a template or two done today. But, as usual, I got sidetracked. I did the comment replying first, then along came Porcelain Throne demand, mark2!

Plenty of sneezing this morning.

To the Throne, but things didn’t start on there own this time. I got out the crossword book, tried a little pressure, and wallah! Things moved, and with such speed, I didn’t even get to read one clue in the crossword book, and it was all-over! Great! Marvellous! Wonderful!

I even found myself cleaning the porcelain when there was no need to! Old habits of the last three weeks or so of Constipation Conrad’s causing so much bleeding every visit to the Porcelain Throne was possibly the reason. Hahaha!

I made a fresh mug of my beloved Thompsons Punjana tea, and got back on the computer, updating the Saturday post, and scribbling note of what happened today as I went along. Eventually, many hours later, I got it finished. All between many wee-wees!

Then I made up two templates, which took a long time, thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters kept going offline, and so many corrections to be made. Cost me nigh-on three hours. Blurblecrups!

I went on the WordPress Reader section, then Facebook updating.

Then, the crap sad, overcharging sickening Liberty-Global, Virgin Media Internet went down!

I went to plan the meal for later. It will, I thought, be a Cannelloni Ragú. With tons of cheese on top, and some of Jenny’s yellow tomatoes as well. Ah, I’m out of bread again, with Iceland not sending any, so I had a dig in the freezer to get the packet of bread thins out to defrost. I could not believe it! What a Schmuck!

  • After taking everything to search for bread in the freezer, none there!
  • And then remembered I have to go to the chemist to pick up the antibiotic prescription.
  • And, I’ve not started on this blog yet.
  • It doesn’t matter about having any bread I can get some when the mobile shop arrives.
  • No, I can’t it’s Sunday today!
  • I must call Jane to see how they both are.
  • Did I take any Warfarin last night?
  • Will I get any graphics done before I fall asleep?

Yes, it was a Thought-Storm! Then the brain went on strike. It’s the only way to stop them sometimes, but reconnecting with reality and continuity afterwards, is no mean feat!

And it’s still damned cold! I’ll put the new warmer slippers on, that’s a good idea. Did I say a good idea?

Well, that wasn’t such a good idea, after all. I lost my balance getting the right slipper on the foot, then Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had a go at me, and my grasp on the swivel chairs arm and I gave my right ankle a decent bang against the Ottoman on my way down to the carpet! Right near the ankle ulcer.

Of course, it didn’t bother me in the slightest. I merely laughed off the pain, jumped back up off of the floor, and went to check if the internet had come back on. Oy, Oy, Oy!

Alright then, I landed on my knees, which set off Arthur Itis, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, that’s when I hit the ankle! I struggled to get back up, I considered calling Jenny and Frank, or pressing the wrist alarm, but was determined to get back up on my own. With the help of clinging on the recliner, the cushion came away, and I ended up on my bum again on the floor against the chair. With Harold’s Haemorrhoids in a right state, now. A second attempt, using the old fat chair, was successful, albeit a painful exercise. Now I’d had enough.

I got down in the computer chair and took the photo above of the leg, and the rain came heavier than ever. So I snapped that through the balcony windows as well.

I had to go to the wet room to clean up the blood; poor Harold had lost, washed up again, and applied generous proportions of the Germoloid ointment.

I was no longer interested if the internet was working or not, I turned off the machine and went to get something to eat, with an effort to get some sleep earmarked for afterwards, I can do the finishing of, hopeful in the morning or late tonight perhaps. I’ll how the sleep goes, but first, the meal must get prepared.

I rang Jane as I was getting the meal sorted and into the oven. I put a thick layer of strong cheese on top of the Cannelloni Ragú, along with many slices of Jenny-supplied home-grown yellow tomatoes. Got it in the oven.

Bad connection, lost her twice and had to ring back. Poor Jane has still lost the sight in her left eye. This week, they both have hospital visits. Pete for his cancer treatments, Jane for here vision and Cluster Headaches. We are a right-set between us. But they seem to be coping well with their problems, I do so hope things can get easier for them. We managed a bit of memory delving and a smile twixt ourselves.

I had to depart the long and enjoyable call, to get the fodder out of the oven.

It looked okay to me. I confirmed this when I ate it with a baked bean pastie. A worthy taste rating of 7.8/10 given.

I did no washing up, I was feeling low after the internet went down, but would have been worse if not for talking with Jane and Pete.

I got a Jonathan Creek DVD on, headphones on, and kept nodding, waking and rewinding for ages, then decided to give up. As I took off the headset, the door chimes rang out.

Being half asleep and in a confused state, my mind told me it was Josie returning the meal plate and things. (Not realising unitl I saw who it was, that it was Saturday and I’d not made her meal yet, Tsk!)

It was the Sainsbury order that I’d forgotten all about. What a dimwit!

The delivery lady was very patient with me. She put the goods in the box for me, bless her.

I got the stuff into the kitchen, and I was pleased to see that the chilli-con-carni and costly rediculusy overpriced, but tasty pickled eggs had arrived with the other things. No potato farls or bread, though. I left every thing laying about anywhere and got back in the c1968 recliner.

Zzzz!

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