Inchcock Today – Friday 13th December 2019: Humph!

1 Dec 13

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Friday 14th December 2019

Bosnian: Utorak 14 Decembar 2019

01Dec 13

WD 100.20.0 22:35hrs: I woke, to the sound of the dreaded ‘Hum’, and the rain belting against the balcony windows. It was coming through the many gaps in the windows. And dribbling down onto and underneath the wooden slatted base. Where is was gelling with the many fallen from the plastering, powder and crumbs already fallen. Much of it disappearing underneath the slats. I was strangely interested in this and lay watching for a while. My imagination saw the mess under all of the balconies was getting heavier, and eventually, the weight would cause the collapse of a few of them. I knew if this happened, I would be the one on the balcony at the time. Probably, I’d be unlucky enough to survive and have even more pain and pissed-offedness. Then the thought of the upcoming struggle to get an appointment at the Doctors lingered for a few seconds. Then I was annoyed at needing a wee-wee, meaning IO need to get my hog-like, but wobbly body free of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner.

The odd mood I woke-up in; meant an end to my moments of uhtceare. With klebenleiben, and clinomania shaken-off, a sort of semi-coherence returned to the brain, and I rose up; onto my feet. Grabbed the stick, and hobbled into the wet room. While I was waiting for the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee to finish, it occurred on me, that Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were all in a good mood with me! Nice!

Off to the kitchen, and turning the light on, the effulgent lighting seemed to piss-off Saccades Sandra, and an inner cascade of jumping colours and unfocussed kitchen parts flashed around. I had to stop where I was until it got less bothersome before moving on. Yet this did not start off Dizzy Dennis at all? No matter, I was pleased about that. I got the kettle on, moved the handwashing onto the airer, took the morning medications and made the brew. Then I gave Arthur Itis’s knees a good rub with the Phorpain gel, maybe it didn’t need it with the joints not playing up, but I thought it an intelligent decision anyway.

WD 100.20.0 Back to the wet room for a heavy-duty evacuation. Oh, dearie me! Bloody, painful and messy. Back to normal then. Haha!

WDP 14LWD 100.20.0 I got on the computer to update the Friday Inchcock Today diary and found that the fingers were giving my mini-quiverings and making typing work very difficult. Ever correcting. But I had no choice other than to keep pressing on. I eventually got it done and posted off to WordPress.

Then went on the TFZer Facebooking. Made a brew and had a look at the current state of the nation, electorally. Not what one would have wanted, but there you are. A lot more results to come in yet, I think.

5Fri01

Thoughts turned to jentacular desires. So I made another brew and had two mint-biscuits. Ah, the good life. Hahaha!

Then I had a look at the WordPress Reader. Then rechecked on the voting.

5Fri02

I had a go at getting some graphics done for the next template. I only got one done, then had to get the ablutions done.

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Just a thought, but they used to make use of a machine (1906 -1907) for automatically recording votes, a psephograph (1906 -1907). Too reliable, maybe?

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5Fri08I’ll get a clean up then. Back in a bit. I took a snap of the cold outside view. Peaceful looking, idyllic too. Huh!

Well, I had to utilise the Porcelain throne first. No discomfort and no bleeding. The dropsies were not too many (he says trying not to tell you how many), the sock-glide was accident-free! Afterwards, when I was all polished and perfumed ready for dressing, could I find my £2 wristwatch with the £10 strap and £15 battery? I took me ages, so long, I thought I might need another shave by the time I found the watch! Haha!

 

Checked the flat, flapped about, lights, taps etc. looked over. I took the back bags with me to the waste chute when I departed along with the white bag for the recycling bin.

I got down and to the Obersturmbannfhreress, ILC Wardens Control Room and Holding Cell, nibbles issued, and out to the big Winwood Social room. I accepted a few put-downs from Welsh William and had a natter. Moving through the link corridor to the Winchester Court lobby, and waited there along with some other tenants, to avoid the rain, until the bus arrived. The wind and rain greeted us as we left to get to the shelter as the buses came.

5Fri09I had a go on the crosswording en route. Dropping off on Upper Parliament Street. The rain still with us. Straight into the Poundland World, to get some Dettol Lavender and toilet blocks and have a look around. Taking a photograph of the thousands of bits of chewing gum all over the pavement. Humph!

WD 100.20.0 I came out of the store, after being given help on the self serve checkouts, by a kind assistant. The card would not work, and I could not remember the number. Humph! With the trolley and carrier bag holding: Dettol brown (no lavender available). A Pork Farms pork pie, Bloo toilet blocks, Mouthwash and some Orange digestive biscuits (which I had to battle to get from the top shelf, but they are my favourite chocolate biscuits, so I went through pain to attain them. Haha!). Paid cash, thanked the lady for her help, and left.

Out onto Parliament Street in the rain, again.

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This chaps driving skill left me shuddering. Foot down and forward, scattering pedestrians!

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Nottinghamian pedestrians cross against the lights!

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Nottinghamian pedestrians cross against the lights!

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Nottinghamian pedestrians cross against the lights!

5Fri14The chewing gum on Clumber Street, where I took some of the above photographs from, sheltered a little from the wind, also had thousands of chewing gum blobs on it. That is if they are discarded masticated bits chewing gum? I assume that is what they are? But I’m not sure.

5Fri15I limped down Clinton Street, observing the expressions. Thus, the mood of the Nottinghamian shop-lifters, muggers, pick-pockets, illegal immigrants, students, drug-pushers, alcoholics, house-breakers, uninsured car owners, TWOCers and the TWOCed, Benefit cheats… Sorry, got carried away there! Anyway, it seemed to me, that there was a general feeling on their mushes, of resignation, acceptance of the inevitable, and a touch of euphobia, perhaps?

5Fri16Down along Long Row and onto Wheeler Gate. To try to find some lavender Dettol at the Poundland store on there. I took this dismal photo of the appallingly messy looking Slab Square, and South Parade. The mood was becoming depressive around the area, and my EQ told me to be wary. Nothing happened, but I put myself in Defence and Desticated mode.

At the self-serve tills, a really kind lady put the things through for me, (she was on duty the last time when I got the sensory nerve-ends problems and kept dropping things, which didn’t endear me to the waiting in the queue, shoppers behind me!). I managed surprisingly to remember the card number! I came out with; Sliced wholemeal cobs, Lavendar Dettol, 5Fri017and mushroom pate. I made sure I told the lady that I appreciated her help, and off out into the rain and increasingly nasty wind outside.

I hobble across the market, and up Queen Street onto Upper Parliament Street, and took this photograph towards the Victoria Centre shopping centre (mall).

5Fri018As I turned to go back down Queen Street, the skies darkened threateningly. No one was at the bus shelter waiting. I got myself underneath the cover of the plastic overhang. A lady joined me, and she was concerned about the L9 being late. As I was explaining about the bus always being late on this run, due to the changeover of 5Fri019drivers. The bus arrived to make me a liar! Hehe!

I had a failed go at the crosswording on the way back. I believe I was the only person to get off of the bus at Winwood Heights.

WD 100.20.0 And it was into the most horrendously high winds I’ve ever suffered. Just getting to the door was a battle to stay on my feet. Luckily the bus stop is now close to Winchester Court, and I entered their lobby and walked through the link passages back to Woodthorpe Court. As I got in my own lift lobby, the warmth of the new Winwood Court was replaced with a colder, drafty Woodthorpe one!

5Fri20WD 100.20.0 Up to the flat, and took an INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-we. I came out of the wet room and saw a note had been put through the letterbox. Oh, Damn! Again, I’d just missed the phlebotomy nurse by five minutes! But no guilt lingered for once. No one had told me when she was due! I had not received any Notification of what my last test results or what the new doses should be! Not from the Sherwood Medical Practice, nor the Anticoagulation Haemostasis and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic either!  BPAFMPOM (Beyond-Pathetic-and-Feeble-Minded-Pissed-off-Mode) engaged)

5Fri21I was in a depression now.

I put the receipts on the computer to use in the morning to update. Got the nosh done. Made some pate and tomato sarnies, the last of the open garden peas and beetroot. As if to point out my change in luck, I took a photo of the plate of fodder. It seems to have drifted off into the ether when I put the images on in the morning! Grumph!

I felt sickened with missing the blood nurse, especially as it was not my fault, but I know I’ll get blamed! The Desticate from my EQ, now becomes clear, why!

Depressed, enervated, annoyed and spiritually incapacitated, I forced myself to do the washing up and handwashing.

Got down in the recliner, and mentally stewed for ages. Sour, bitter, frustrated and gloomy.

So, no change there, then!

Inchcockski – Sunday 8th December 2019: Far less mingent activity today, Hehe!

1 Dec 08

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Sunday 8th December 2019

Maltese: Il-Ħadd 8 ta ‘Diċembru 2019

01Dec 08

23:15hrs: I woke to find the brain clinomania affected. Slowly, dilatorily turning from a deep sleep, into a mock-activation mode. At least the brain was working: ‘Josie’s meal to do today’, Ocado delivery twixt 0600 > 0800hrs’. It didn’t get far, as the need for a wee-wee arrived, and this meant the moving of the flobby-bellied yet rhinoceros-sized short tubby body, from the £300, c1968, rickety recliner.

WD 250.0.250 Argh! A brand new pain was stinging me, the right side of the chest and shoulder. No idea what it is, but most likely I’d been sleeping in some sort of warped, bent position. Getting up was more manageable today, and I’d left the four-pronged walking stick handily next to the Ottoman. (Why can’t I always do this?)

Off to the kitchen, got the kettle on and took the medications with some orange juice. I got the hiccups pretty bad, which lasted for half an hour or so, then stopped? The chest and shoulder were still aching sharply. Made the brew and off to the computer.

Virgin 128.0.0

This made things go slower than ever. At times it would not let me upload any photographs, or just froze for differing lengths of time. Gribble-Crap! But, I had a banal persistent in me this morning and pressed on. Moaning and grumblingly, I admit! Hours later, I got the post finalised, Phew, worra struggle! Thanks, Mr Fries!

The wee-wees were persistent, all of the WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) mode. I sent some pictures to Pinterest, then went on the WordPress Reader. Next, on to the TFZer Facebooking.

Nearly time to get the ablutions done, and the EQ was telling me to expect problems.

WDP 13LWD 250.0.250 I had to stop suddenly on the computerisationing when Saccades Sandra started off. There was no way I could cope with typing and or the screen flashing. The loss of eye-control was a little unnerving. Vision blurring badly as the eye-nerves were sending and twitching then every which way! I had concerns about risking shaving now. But I’ll give a cautious try. Off to the wet room, I doddered.

WDP08LWell, if ever I deserved a few moments of Inner-Smugness, it was after doing the ablutionalisationing! It went amazingly well! Dropsies, only four, toothbrush, razors (2) and unfortunately, a bottle of disinfectant when I was cleaning up afterwards, and it split open (plastic bottle). But no bother to clean up, although it was too early to use the shower cause of the noise. So I took water from the sink and rinsed it away, and dried the liquid with paper towels, using my left foot. So I didn’t have to go down on my knees and get stuck down there again. (No nurses to come to save and rescue me today, Haha!) No teeth-cleaning cuts, no shaving cuts! Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding! Fair enough, I did get the odd bruise out of the Sock-Glide usage!

7Sun01WD 250.0.250 After I’d got the socks on, I realised that the left leg had more water-retention than the right one. But, I soon had a message from my EQ, and all became clear as to why this had happened. It has to be the Peripheral neuropathy’s Synapse, (The area between nerve cells or neurons that transmits nerve impulses that are dying) are not getting the messages to the brain? This would explain the legs, almost several times a day changes? In degrees of the Clopidogrel, Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis (DVT), and iliac, femoral, and varicose vein conditions? Oh, I love it when I can get a chance to sound knowledgable and intelligent. I’d be lost without the internet, yer know. Hehehe!

WD 250.0.250 The chest and shoulder pains are still with me. Tsk! I meandered with the stick into the kitchen to make another brew, and the intercom lit up. It was the Ocado delivery man. I gathered the returnable carrier bags and went to the door as he arrived. The chap put them in the hallway for me, we had a friendly litt7Sun02le short natter – but I’d not the hearing-aids in, so I’m not sure what we spoke about, but he laughed, so I did, as he departed. I took the bags one at a time into the kitchen and put the kettle on again, and took a photo of the delivery after I’d emptied the packages, and laid the nosh out, then realised there was no paperwork or email with details to check if anything is missing or not with? Ah, well! Here are some snaps I took of the products I purchases, including some luxury items for Julie and myself.

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The message on the smoked Haddock had made me smile. ‘Atlantic Dyed Smoked Haddock Fillets’ I should hope they have died! Oh, I am a clot at times! Hahaha!

7Sun08WD 250.0.250 I noticed that the Scilician black tomatoes had ‘Fully Recyclable Packaging written on the box. Minutes later, I turned and saw the recyclable tomato bag actually moving to the hot mug of tea, and clinging around the mug, for dear life! I had a job pulling it off without spilling the tea, but I coped with it. ‘Smug-Mode-Engaged’ again!

7Sun12WDPH01L3I had a quick bash on the TFZer Facebook site, before getting Josie’s dinner cooked. Chickpeas in tomato-puree and passata. Two pieces of smoked Haddock, beetroot, cheesy-potatoes, sliced tomatoes, crispy onions, mushrooms and a Limoncello dessert, with a few nibbles, and a Black Tomato for her to have later in the week. Oh, and a can of Gin & Tonic. We had a quick natter and she let me take the photograph as I delivered the meal.

Then back to the flat and to the Porcelain Throne. A messy, bloody, painful, but usual evacuation. Had a wee-wee, and got the camera, and set off on a photographicalisationing visit to the Winwood Court rooftop leisure centre.

7Sun26Out, down in the lift, along through the snuggly-warm link-passage, and into the new, heated, rubber floored, gleamingly clean elevator, and up to the fourth floor. I like the commanding voice of the lift messages in these lifts, I can’t understand a word she is saying, but the tone is enough. Hehe!

Out of the elevator, into the free of any tellurians, beautiful, warm, snug-as-a-bug social room. I have yet to meet any residents in here, or on the rooftop, either. No, I tell a fib, I dd see a mother and daughter inspecting the place once, but mother turned it down.

WD 250.0.250 I pressed the big open button to the alfresco roof seating area, and the wind made the trolley go backwards into the knees! It was that strong! I should have remembered from opening the flat window earlier, but didn’t.

The leak and blockage on the rooftop are still the same. I caught a decent view of the violent wind-made ripples in the ever-growing smelly puddle of rainwater, leaves, fag-ends and oil. I leant over the safety barrier to take a downward shot of the electric-car charging point. I was surprised at how well it came out, considering the buffeting I was getting from the gale. A final shot, to try and catch an image of the bent over in the wind plants, suitably positioned next to the plant room. Haha! I’d had enough of being blown about, and went back inside. It’s no shock to see they have had to chain the furniture to the wooden flooring, is it? Brrr!

I imagine in summer, it will be packed with up here with geriatrics and a couple of nonagenarians and family visitors. I hope so, I also would like to still be capable of getting up here and having a chinwag and laugh with them, in the warm summer days.

7Sun20Back down in the lift, and then along the warm snug people-less link-corridor, back to the cold Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. It looks a little eerie in this picture. The lights are the motion-activated type.

I got back in and decided to get the nosh done, before I fell asleep, for I knew I would soon (EQ).

7Sun13I got the washing up done first (saucepans, oven-dish, spatulas etc.) after serving it up, again because I felt I was soon going to drift off into the land of nod! No handwashing, too tired! Garden peas, with demerara sugar and salt, smoked haddock, beetroots and black tomatoes. I put one on the tray so you can what they look like. Really a different taste, almost meaty.

I put on another Bond movie, ‘A View to Kill’. As an aid to counter my soporific tendencies, and started to watch it while gourmandisationing. The 9/10 Flavour-Rated meal, was all gobbled up. The taste of those black tomatoes is amazingly like pork? The smoked haddock was probably the best frozen-fish I’ve ever had. Highly palatable!

I needed a wee-wee, so took the tray and things to the kitchen, and put them in the sink to soak, had the SS (Short-Sprinkly) wee-wee, washed and returned to the recliner. I was soon in the land of nod… nice, ZZZ!

Japanese (Google translated) Sutekina tsuitachi o! すてきな一日を

TTFN.

Inchcock Today – Sun 1 Dec 2019: ♫Where have all the Whoopsiedangleplops gone♫… Hehehe!

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Sunday 1st December 2019

Croatian: Nedjelja 1 Prosinca 2019. Godine

01Dec 01

WDPleftWD 50.100.200. 22:25hrs: Woke with a sense of pusillanimousness rampant within. A wishy-washiness, a vulnerability, and acceptance of my ineptness. (What had I been dreaming of?) I lay a while, pondering over my brain’s overnight transmogrification into a whimpering collection of uncontrollable fears and self-dislike. This train of thought soon changed, the moment I moved to get my gargantuanly flabby-body out of the recliner; as Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald joined forces in giving me something else to fret over; some discomforting pains!

After gingerly rising to my feet, I needed the Porcelain Throne suddenly. Off to the wet room, and on the Throne. A massive evacuation, not messy at all, but bloody. I assumed from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. A clean-up then medicationing, and off to the kitchen.

WDP14aRWD 50.100.200. Where I found the evening medications that I’d not taken. So, I did so. With a good dollop of the insipid Peptac and an extra Codeine 30g, to help counter Harold and Donald. I put the anti-Saccades-Sandra drops in, and the olive-oil in the lug-holes; which gave me a surprise, as I took out the applicator from the right ear, it brought a great big lump of earwax with it! Haha! This helped the hearing a bit, and the damned persistent 24/7 droning, humming noise became more annoying! Humph!

I got the Saturday blog updated. It didn’t take long, even with the right-hand finger-ends Neurotransmitter Sensory nerves playing up. Not many photographs were taken that needed attention.

WD 50.100.200. WDP 14RI went to the kitchen to make a brew and take the morning medications. I made a mistake here, I took another Codeine, that’s three now, in three hours! Huh, Fool! I might fall asleep unexpectedly at any time now. Tsk! Mind you, the headache is easing off. Duodenal Donald will have to be put up with until he decided when to stop, the extra Codienes will not help things in that department. Still, the stabbing pains are no worse, so I might get away with it.

I went on the WordPress Reader. Then made a start on this blog. A quick check on the TFZer Facebooking next. I enjoyed that.

WDP 01b leftWD 50.100.200. Ablutions tackled, and a good session. A tiny cut shaving. Of course, the dropsies were many, but they always are. The only one worthy of note was the carbolic soap when I was in the shower, straight down onto the much-stubbed middle toe! But, I was not too bothered, a silent curse, bent down to retrieve the soap, and clouted my head on the grab bar on the wall! That did bother me a bit! Tsk! But no dizzies, that was great!

03:25hrs: I must now get back to creating some graphics, so I can make up the templates in advance. I hope the nerve-ends will let me work on CorelDraw. Crabs and Grobblecrap!

07:45hrs: I am shattered! But I got a few done, and pleased with them, considering the handicap of the finger-nerves. A mug of tea and some bikkies to dunk, a wee-wee and a minute or two of silent introspection and considerationalisationing, methinks. Back to the graphicationalising. By gum, I got into it, the failing sensory Neurotransmitter from the right side to the brain, eased off a little for some welcome reason, and I got on with producing the graphics, and then the templates!

7Sun10a11:33hrs: It was soon time to stop and get Josie’s meal prepared. (Which left me with the biggest load of washing up to do. Haha!) I made a good choice for her today. Aduki beans being a first for me. I warmed them through with tomato passata, as someone recommended me to, and added a bit of onion salt. Sliced tomato, Spanish, so not very juicy. Gherkins. Sliced apple. Surimi prawn sticks and Tuna with some mayonnaise and vinegar mixed in. Fried dried onions and I  managed to get the cheesy potatoes mashed and crisped up betterer this week. The Gin and tonic and Limoncello dessert on the tray with the cutlery, and delivered it to her door, which is directly opposite my door, handy that! She was on the phone when I rang the bells, so it took a while for her to answer. She was looking very well this morning. The gal handed a tray of lettuce and tomatoes, and I took the meal, which was nice and hot for once, well, the potatoes were. I wanted Josie to get the pots while hot, so a couple of words, thanks for the greenery and tom’s, wished her happy eating, and back to the flat.

I’d been up for about 14 hours by then, and done a decent job of catching up on the graphics, fed Josie, which is my pleasure, so seeing the pile of pots and pans that needed washing, was not a welcome sight. Hehehe! I was going to leave them but thought that with the Neurotransmitters not playing up so much, I’d best get the things cleaned and sorted straight away. So I did!

WDP 09RMaybe it was the nerves being better, plus my satisfaction with getting caught up with WordPress, but I began a cleaning campaign that Fanny Craddock would have been proud of (Not really, but I got a fair bit done before the fatigue and weariness dawned!) I got the equipment piled in the sink all washed. Then did the handwashing. Then got three bags of waste (three waste-bins you see, front and wet room and kitchen) made up, put them balanced on the three-wheeler, added a couple of jars for the recycling bin, and left it near the door, ready to go.

WD 50.100.200. But I just had to go back and check everything before leaving. I don’t know the right word; if there is one, but the brain was convinced I had missed something, forgotten something or had not done a task that I should have. It took me a while looking around and checking, not easy when you don’t know what you’re searching for in the first place. Not that I was fully assured, but finding nowt untoward, I ventured out to the waste chute and deposited the black bags, then in the elevator down to the lift lobby.

7Sun10Around to the main lobby, which is still being upgraded, and the new inner door had been moved to the right as you look at the photo. It’s (the lobby) is beginning to look something like now. one tiny thing, people with walking aids or mobility scooters, will no longer have a direct passage out through both doors and will have to manoeuvre a little. I would never have thought of this a year ago, but having a handicap and disablement makes one notice them. A little dark in there, I couldn’t sit to do my crosswords in that lack of light. Not complaining about it at all though, obviously a lot of work still to be done.

7Sun08I went out and put my sauce and beetroot jars in the alcohol-bottle filled green bin. They do like their plonk here! (♫ Jealousy, ’twas all over my Jealousy! ♫ Hahaha!)

I had a look around on Chestnut Walk, but there was no one to talk with, they probably knew I was coming. Hehe!

7Sun12I got back up to the hovel, had a wee-wee (A rarity today?) and got my own din-dins started. It was easy-peasy preparing it today.

I rewarmed the cheesy potatoes from those I’d cooked for Josie. Roast onions, beetroot, tasteless Spanish tomatoes, Aduki beans, and frankfurters. Not a super flavoursome dinner, but acceptedly good. Flavour rating of 6.5/10. The tomatoes and rather bland frankfurters let it down.

KWThe Aduki beans, I’d never tried them before, I thought must have been a sort of small kidney beans, but much sweeter. I looked them up, and I was wrong. “The adzuki bean, (Vigna angularis); from azuki (Japanese: アズキ(小豆)); sometimes transliterated as azuki or adzuki), or English red mung bean is an annual vine widely cultivated throughout East Asia for its small bean. The cultivars most familiar in Northeast Asia have a uniform red colour, but white, black, grey, and variously mottled varieties also are known. ‘Well, they were sweet tasting and pleasant enough on my plate!’

Sleep was being demanded by my body and mind. Washed the few things used in making the nosh, and moved the handwashing onto the airers.

I was soon settled down in the recliner. So tired, but sleep was resisting me? I put the TV on and noticed that some Nightmare Kitchen episodes were on in about three hours time. Try as I might I could not nod-off if I had done so, I’d have been bound to wake up later in time for the Kitchen programmes to start, but it didn’t happen, no kip at all. Still, the bonus was I would be able to see the kitchens all the way through. (Huh!) I managed to see the first one up until the commercial break came on… then the sleep came! Tsk!

Inchcockski – Fri 29 Nov 2019: The brain remains suffarcinated with nugatory, knick-knackery!

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Friday 29th November 2019

Zulu: NgoLwesihlanu 29 Novemba Novemba 2019

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23:10hrs: I stirred with the mind-blasting fretting, worrying, fearing thoughts rampant in my grey-cells box in my head! I lay there, midst the mess from the nocturnal nibbling all around me, feeling a sad figure and with my spirits lamentably low, my responses to the worries were one of simple acceptance, Que será, será?

Eventually, the brain got around to considering the day’s needs. The Anticoagulation-Thrombophlebitis Team Member is calling today, well, with how things have gone lately, I should say, might, be calling to see me! My EQ, who was spot on in warning me of the upcoming Health Clinic Farce yesterday, hinted on problems with this visit?

WDP 02LdWD 60.25.0 Then, out of the blue, and urgently, I had to remove my grotesque, wobbly-bellied body-mass from the second-hand recliner, and hasten to the Porcelain Throne. And what a change this session turned out to be! I was soon settled on the seat, awaiting the usual burst of activity at the innards own timing, and got just pain, blocked, but I could feel the warm liquid flowing, but nothing substantial. So, out came the crossword book, the pain eased, but nothing moved. I was well into the crosswording and having some success for once, and suddenly and unpremeditatedly, a mass of evacuation material escaped, with a splosh, that sounded like a torpedo hitting the water, I felt the splash! This pain also brought forth a sigh relief; a sort of “Ahahahaaa!” An involuntary smile followed.

A few seconds to recover from the shock, and then things had to be checked over and medicated. There was no mess, but I had the splashed water over my bum, no bleeding from Harold Haemorrhoid’s, not even the usual aroma of putridness? Little Inchies fungal lesion was barely bleeding at all, just specks. Then an operation clean-up was activated, during which, oddly, a wee-wee was needed. Another shock, although not a bad one – the old Hosepipe-like jet-propelled longish effort, that has not been had for ages, was almost enjoyed. By gum, my bladder and innards can be so entertaining! Haha!

WDP 10LWD 60.25.0 All refreshed and cleaned-up, and off to the kitchen. Where I found that I had missed the evening medication taking, Tsk! Then I realised I had not done the handwashing either! I was a little disappointed in myself, but still happy, well, content, with the much improved Porcelain Throne session. “Little things please little minds!” Then while getting the sterilised out of the fridge, the Polyneuropathy finger-ends caused me to drop the milk bottle! Quick as a flash, the left hand grabbed the bottle to prevent it from falling on the floor! I have to admit to a spot of smugness over this and thought how clever I was. The top of the bottle had been dropped, of course. If I ever find it, I’ll pick it up. Hehe!

I took the medications, both the P.M. & A.M. doses, less the water-tablet. Had a guzzle of the ineffectual Peptac antacid, put the olive oil in the ear-holes, put the eye drops in and passed wind. Which oddly enough, seemed to make me want another wee-wee? Which turned out to be of the HDTBS (Heavy-Duty-Torrential-But-Short) style. I wondered if this new easier style of wee-weeing and the sudden Struggle-Wait-Thunderdrop Porcelain Throne modes, had been brought on in some way, by last night’s Roast Vegetable Risotto? Just a thought!

WDP 001 LaWD 60.25.0 I made the brew at last and got on the computer to update the Thursday post. Phew! Worra time that took! The finger-ends are playing up something awful this morning, I’ve surely spent more time correcting than typing! I very nearly dropped the mug when I made a cuppa but did spill most of the tea on me, the floor and the counter! Then knocked my elbow (Funny-bone – Huh!), as I got back up after clearing the mess! Crabs and Grobblecrap!

I got carried away doing the TFZer Facebooking and spent far too long on it, so I had to stop myself, so I could at least get a few CorelDraw graphics made up.

5Fri01WD 60.25.0 An email from the Sherringham Park Medical Practice had arrived, with the results of the Angel-of-desire’s Warfarin blood test. The level had gone for, 1.6, to 4.8! It’s a shame about the nurse and surgery getting confused, not arriving, and not turning up until four days later. This could have identified the problem earlier and saved my going through worrying why I was feeling so cold; while tenants around me said how much warmer, it was. The thin blood means an increased risk of unstoppable bleeding, and it doesn’t half make me feel cold! The best part of the message was their assurance that a phlebotomy Angel will be arranged for me. Mind you, it was arranged last week, and they didn’t turn up! Worra life! If I’d known what I was going to go through in my old age, I might have done more bungee-jumping. Hehe!

Went for a wee-wee (which was back to the INHBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Trickling) style? And carefully made another brew.

Got the handwashing done, wrung and hung. Then did the ablutions. Which had no shaving or toothbrushing cuts! No toe stubbing! But, oh, so many of the dropsies. Toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving foam can, razors (5), fla5Fri02nnel, carbolic soap, shower head, towel, socks, Germoloid tube and as parting dropsy, the shower chair when I was returning it after wiping! However, it missed my body completely! Worrying this, not usual at all! The pins seemed to be getting some new Clopidogrel markings, but the Deep Vein Thrombosis bulges were almost non-existent today? Might have something to do with the Warfarin INR being so high, maybe, perhaps? 

WDP 02LdWD 60.25.0 Ablutions all done, chair back in, taps, heater and light all checked, I turned and gave the shoulder a-right good clout as it came into contact with the door frame! I was amazed at how much it hurt. I believe I may have silently muttered something along the lines of ‘Well, flipping ‘eck’, or similar. Haha!

I got all well and warmly wrapped up and went down to the ILC Wardens holding-cell office. No one in, so I nipped up in the lift to Winwood Court’s rooftop and took some Al Fresco photographs. I had to take care that the three-wheel walker didn’t skid off on its own accord on the frost and ice, or I slipped over, but all went okay. (Something else to fret over! Hahaha!) I didn’t stay out there long. The blocked drains and overflowing water looked almost pretty with cracked frozen, cracked water pattern.

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I sat in the big Winwood Social area room and had a go at the crosswords. And did well with them. Getting answers that I was going back to try yet again, for at least four clues. Smug-Mose-Adopted! Then I went out to the bus stop, where a ganglet of residents were chatting away, Mary, Penny, Chrissie, Malcolm and Louie, who looked a lot better today and was moving easier, bless him. I harkened to the gossiping, snidery, moaning and jollity being bandied about. Mary was not feeling very well, I’ll nip down this weekend to see how she is going. Mounted the bus, in the side-saddle-seat and got the crossword book out. I got two more previously tried answers en route to town, which was not too easy, cause of the constant fighting to keep in the seat when the bus cornered or braked.

I had one of my the shortest ever hobbles in town.

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I got off on Parliament Street and had a chinwag with Mary. She still looked poorly to me, not her usual gossipy self.

WDP 09aLWD 60.25.0 We parted, and I went into the Wilko store, to get myself a new kettle. I took a while perusing the kettles on offer. I found one that seemed perfect, apart from the price. It was thin enough to fit into the space my current broken one used, sturdy-looking, no fancy bits of metal or plastic stuck on it, dark brown, and I chose it. Added to the fabric conditioner and Ylan & Freesia scented washer and joined the queue at the tills. Worth mentioning at this point, that I’d had no visits from Dizzy Dennis at all! When my turn came, I was embarrassed to find I’d left the cash-card at the flat! So had to hand-back the kettle. There are times when the realisation of one’s infallibility, becomes an accepted factualism! This was such a time! Humph!

I paid in cash for the cleaning things, and departed, going into the Poundland Shop. Where I again suffered no dizzy-spells! I came out with a bottle of liquid soap powder, Bright-Burst freshener, and some Lavender Dettol. I paid without any hassle, apart from the tutting and groaning of those behind waiting. It did take me a while. The ailing neurotransmitter sensory nerves caused problems with my gripping anything. The things I dropped, were hastily picked up an placed on the shelf by a tutting assistant. Oh, dearie me!

I got out of the shop and did the ultra-mini hobble to and down Clumber Street, along Long Row, and up to King Street to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street. Taking some photographicalisations on the way.

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5Fri12I had about fifteen minutes before the bus arrived, and Louie came a few seconds later. I thought I’d got a good photo of him, but I make a mess of it and got him looking away from me. Tsk! We had a few natters that we could not fully enjoy; when the time crept beyond the five minutes past the hour, which the L9 was due. It was nearly twenty-passed when the bus did come.

WDPT04LWD 60.25.0 We got on, and with me in a side-saddle seat, I could not talk with Louie en route. The keeping oneself seated, was even more difficult this time, as the bus driver was trying to catch-up on his time-table, and threw the bus around like a dodgem car. I had more aches and bruises to contend with. Haha!

We got back to the flats, struggled with the new bruise on the leg making movement awkward, and went with Lousie to his Winchester Court lobby, and I opened the door for him. We parted, wishing the lad all the best, and I took the link-passage to Winwood Court. In the lobby, I met Angela and Roy, handed them some nibbles and had a little chinwag. We all started to move along the link-passage to Woodthorpe Court, but Angie and Roy left in their wake. By the time I was half-way along the corridor, they were exiting the swipe door at the other end! A grand-couple, Angie and Roy.

I got in the apartment, had a wee-wee, that proved to be another of the PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) style. I don’t think the high INR level should affect my passings, should it?

I received a landline phone call. It was my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete. (Who damaged my recliner while sleeping in it, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later) 

He was updating me about his Pet Scan results. I’m afraid they were inconclusive. They do not know what the black spot is. So, the lad is going to have a Pelvis bone scrape! (Memories of mine came back, and I swear I could feel the soreness again afterwards! Haha!) His biopsy will take place on December 10th! All my best wishes, mate, it’s horrible, not knowing! Fingers crossed for him.

5Fri13I got the nosh prepared and served up. A salad of sorts. Tomato and chicken slices sarnies, sliced apple, chips (fries), beetroot, garden peas, mini-sausages and pork pie meat. Potato biscuits add lemon mousse as an aside. I ate all the lot of it. Leaving only a few crumbs on the plate. Super! Taste-Rating: 8.5/10!

Wash the pots, and got out an old DVD to view, ‘Seven’. But, I kept on nodding off, waking, looking out at the rain, falling asleep again, waking passing wind, nodding… well, you get the idea. I went off for an extended period, and shot awake around 11:00hrs, the noise of the humming drowning noise all around the building, was horrendous! It drove me to distraction!

WDP 02LcWD 60.25.0 I got up for a wee-wee, stubbed my toe, dropped the four-pronged walking stick and knocked over the spring water bottle!

So, I made an early start on making up some graphics.


This week’s Whoopsiedangleploperisationing!

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  • Monday: I had to go down to beg the ILC Deana to phone the Police for me about the Pegasus form, then sort the envelope out for me.
  • And she phoned the Medication Mangement people for me, about a double-booking. Well looked after I was.
  • Then I nipped out to post the police letter.
  • I forgot to mention the leaking tap in the kitchen sink. Grumph!
  • Back to the flat, and I’d missed the Phlebotomy nurse, who according to the note called at 09:30hrs, and it was then 0934hrs, talk about bad luck! The letter said I have to ring the surgery for an appointment.
  • So, after many attempts, I got through to them. I was told I had to go to the surgery for the blood test on Thursday at 11:40hrs.
  • The phlebotomy team called later on and said they would make an appointment again and will come Wednesday (today). I asked if she knew what time, so I could make sure I was in. She said: ‘I’ve no idea, the nurse will ring you before coming’. She didn’t! Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • Tuesday: Worra day. Got up and collapsed in a heap, landing entangled with the walking stick and swivel chair! Dizzy Dennis.
  • Got soaked in the rain going to town. Nearly fell off the bus getting off.
  • Had a Dizzy Dennis attack in Tesco.
  • Then I found myself on the floor in the shopping mall as I was leaving, people all around me, and no idea how or what happened. Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • Trod on a loose paving slab on Goldsmith Street, and got the foot and socks drenched! Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • This made the After-Stroke session hard physically and mentally, and I have many blank spots about what happened in the Physio hall? Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • Got up this morning, no nurse arrived. I was bewildered, had the tumble.
  • Wednesday: Accifauxpa with losing grip and dropping the bowl of handwashing.
  • The Morrison order gave unwanted substitutes, and the apples were all bruised.
  • Morrison did not take off the Voucher for £10 saving.
  • I rang the Phlebotomy to check that a nurse was coming, told she should be here by 13:00hrs, it is now 13:25hrs, no show.
  • So, with the last INR reading of only 1.6. Point .01away from the Red level. Christ, that is so close to having to use the Anoxaprin injections, but what can I do?
  • I then lost the internet again. Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • A headache and toothaches have been with me all day.
  • And I’ve just hit my knee of the sock glide when I went for a wee-wee!
  • I’ve felt cold all day, although the thermometer reads 20°.
  • Following on later: The nurse rang, she’s not coming today, but (supposedly anyway) in the morning, well not morning, twixt 10:30 to 12:30hrs. Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • I must remember Thursday’s much-rearranged arrangements: 08:30hrs: Podiatrist st Sherwood Health Centre – City Care. Leoni Mee has been Cancelled! Rearranged for Wed 4th @ 09:30>12:00hrs – Phlebotomy Nurse sometime after 10:30hrs.
  • Thursday: As I fought my way out of the chair and grabbed the walking stick, the thoughts of the correctional needs that had to be done came into my feeble, yet tortured mind. It was hell!
  • Off to the Sherwood Health Centre Podiatrist. Fought through the wet leaves, mud,  and rain and got there for 08:00hrs. No one on reception. Saw nurse, who said sit in the waiting room, someone should fetch you, so I did.
  • At 08:30hrs, I went to see the receptionist; who asked me if had received an email or text, telling me it had been cancelled? Crabs and Grobblecrap! I found the text, which had been sent at… 08:10hrs! So I was stood at the reception when it was sent! Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • I thanked her with a sideways smirk and left to hobble back to the flat.
  • I ended up at the flat with half of the leaves and mud from Woodthorpe Grange Park on the trolley wheels and my shoes. Which took me near enough an hour to clean off before I dare go inside the building! Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • Friday: Ablutionalisationing cracked shoulder on the door.
  • Dropped my mug of tea,
  • Leaving the wet room, I turned and gave my shoulder a right good crack on the door frame! Yeeks! 
  • Stubbed my toe, fell over the walking stick and knocked over the spring water bottle!
  • I went into the Wilko store to get myself a new kettle. When I got to the checkout, I didn’t have the card with me! So I had to leave the kettle. I did feel a clot!
  • Saturday: Coming Soon! Hehehe!

Inchcock Today – Fri 15 Nov 2019: Feeling a bit rough around the edges today, a late ailments-storm. Tsk!

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Friday 15th November 2019

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WD 0.0.5 23:00hrs: Woke-up and removed my body-mass from the recliner, and had a wee-wee, it was a long, painful, reluctant wee-wee, in the LSDOP (Long-Slow-Drawn-Out-Painful) mode. The Porcelain Throne usage was also required when I got in the wet room.  A little-tiny ‘Phwlup!’ escaped from the rear end. The aroma was atrocious and instant! The evacuation was most reluctant, bottom-splitting, slow, massive, and bleeding. Humph!

 Then I washed and got the kettle on. Did the handwashing and got it wrung-out and hung. 5Fri02

I used the Nikon camera to take this straight-ahead view from the unliked, unwanted, thick-framed, light and view-blocking new kitchen windows that they cunningly designed so old less able folks can’t reach the glass to clean it! Being early, and still night time, the lights seemed brighter, and of course, the emergency 5Fri01services blues and headlights added to the colourfulness. I made the mug of tea, took the medications early, and took a blind picture of Chestnut Walk below the flats. I say blind, cause the new windows having such wide sills, at 5’2″, I’m not tall enough to lean out far enough to see what I’m picturing!

I got on the computer… but, it was such a slow slog! So, I got the graphics done first.

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I worked on CorelDraw for a good few hours, and eventually got the needed graphics, page tops, and Thoughts done. I was just going to start making up the templates. Several wee-wees were taken during the CorelDrawing, all in the same style. I began to update the Thursday blog. I achieved this and got it sent off to WordPress.

WDP11Lwd 0.0.5A WD 0.0.5 I went to make another mug of tea. I poured it out and waited for the bag to brew. Then I dropped the spoon and cup all over the darned kitchen floor! The fingertips had started to lose their sense of contact again! The cleaning up, made Arthur Itis kick-off as well, and I clouted my head on the counter corner, bending down. I got some biscuits to have with the freshly brewed cuppa! Holly-Molly!

WDP 11fLWD 0.0.5 Back to the computer, and found that WordPress had been updated while I was away, and a new ‘Block-Editing’ system installed. A new layout and I was having enough bother with Pheriphral Neulagia, without getting stuck and unable to get my pictures on correctly! Eventually, (two-hours later), I got back to the current editor, but can’t find the spell-checker. A headache came on! But the coughing got far less?

Took this Nikon camera shot of the now blue sky.

5Fri003Had a bash on WordPress Reader, then onto TFZer Facebooking. The door chime rang out, and the chap from the Physio team had arrived. I’d got it all mixed up in my bonce, I thought the Medicine Team lady was calling today? We went through some questions and answers and I started using the things left for me for physio. It was hard going, and the landline rang and flashed while I was doing the ups & downs. It was Sister Jane. She’d sent me an Email and was just telling me so. I had to ring-off, to get back to the times exercises.

WDP12LWD 0.0.5 When the bloke had departed, I got attacked by Dizzy Dennis, and now, hours later, pains in the stomach and the dizzies are still with me, plus the headache is getting worse! Hello, sharp pains behind the eyes now! This is not good, cause the fatigue is setting in as well, feeling weak and tired with it? I may have to call for help. Maybe a hobble-out might help? No, perhaps not.

5Fri08I checked on what Jane had sent me: Well, it’s of no help, other than bringing on the guilt that is already there. Haha! But I blew up the picture to have a read of it, she thought it might be worth me putting in the Inchcock Today. It should get a smile or two, methinks. Definitely, something I suffer from! Called, Oniomania!

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5Fri005Glad to hear that Pete didn’t pass on any radiation poisoning after his scan! And his not glowing in the dark is reassuring! He-He!

I re-jiggled the handwashing on the airers. Had another wee-wee, slightly different variety this one, catch-you-out type: an AUMSOBO (An-Uncomfortable-Marathon-Session-Of-Blasting-Out) mode.

WD 0.0.5 I can’t make my mind up about this funny turn I’m having. Dizzy Dennis, headaches, sore-throat back again, odd stings in the stomach, and weariness was coming over me suddenly. The stabbing pains behind the eyes are persistent. Mmm?

5Fri007I decided against going out, I’ll try eating, and just settling down I reckon, watch somebody call at the door or ring me!

I got the Korean and Irish mushroom in the pan earlier, and I’ve just turned them on, a low light. Oh, heck, the stomach ain’t half-churning now!

WD 0.0.5 Christ, I just stood up to go and check on th5Fri10e mushrooms, and all but toppled over! Humph! Good job I was using the four-pronged stick. It suddenly went all dark outside!

I don’t want to moan, but I ain’t feeling good at all, I’m not even feeling like eating now! Still, I’ve put some black bean sauce in the pan with the veg chilli and mushrooms on low light. I’ll just try a bit of it, I don’t think it’s a good idea to eat too much how I’m feeling.

I’ll get the medications taken. Half the nosh served, and settle down to eat, and then hopefully fall asleep.

I might feel better when I wake up… that’s if I can nod-off… confusing innit? Hehe!

5Fri27With a great deal of care that was not commensurate with how I felt, I got the meal prepared and served up. Took the medications while eating. Per contra, not feeling too good in myself did not stop me from eating all of the noshes on the dish and tray.

WDP 11eLwd 0.0.5A The Korean and Irish mushrooms, along with the added black bean sauce, seemed to cool down the strong chilli taste, and it suited me down to the ground – which is where the first spoonful ended up, via my belly, legs, chair, and foot! Hahaha! Good job I overordered on the kitchen towels. Got it cleaned up, and was soo back dining to my heart’s content, on this 9/10 taste-rated delight.

6Sat03aThe landline burst into hardly-hearable sound, but the red flashing light worked okay. It was my pulchritudinous, highly-desirable, heart-flutter-causing, beautiful angel of a Polish phlebotomy nurse on the line. Informing me that she is due to call on me, Monday, twixt 09:00 > 11:00hrs. The heart warmed at just hearing her voice! I thanked her and got the computer on straight away to put the appointment on the Google calendar. A few medical meetings are coming up.

6Sat01I got the nosh things in the washing-up bowl and settled in the xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, sometimes not, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. With my feet up on the chair, and cramps were attacking the legs and feet, something awful! The dizzies and other ailments were still with me, but they seemed less severe and bothersome for some reason? I reckon that my speaking on the phone with the Angel of Mercy and twinkling passionate eyes had had a good effect on me!

The GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) was utilised several times over the next few hours of failing to get to sleep. Varying from USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) to BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) types. Evacuations must be terribly dull for folks without bladder problems. Hahaha!

WDP 11gLWD 0.0.5 And, the late in the day Porcelain Throne visit, was a right scary affair! Constipational in nature, marathon-lengthed, bloody, massive and about as painful as I could cope with. Add the coughing bout and my toe stubbing when getting off of the throne, led to an uncomfortable, hurtful, cleaning, and sanitisationalling session! I returned to the recliner literally pooped and tuckered-out!

Yet still, sleep would not come! A few times, I felt the eyelids drooping, and a coughing bout would destroy my sleeping plans, repeatedly! I put the TV on and thought I’d watch a DVD; this usually sends me off to kip. I was viewing Clint Eastwood’s Gran Torino (50p at the Charity Shop in Sherwood) when the cruel Colin Cramps came again. It took ages for them to ease off this time. I tried the Phorpain gel and took an extra Codeine 30g, but they had little effect, mind you, the headaches eased off nicely. Tsk! 

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 13th November 2019: Never has one had a worserer ending to a day. Tsk!

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23:15hrs: I fell asleep early and woke up early, back to the old much-missed panicky ‘In-Need-of-the-Porcelain Throne’ habit is back. Out of the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. That xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later). Off to the wet room.

It was a mammoth evacuation, but not messy, aroma-challenging, and no bleeding from the rear-end or Little Inchy. All in all, a fair, but coughing filled session!

Washed and off to the kitchen. Took the medications and made a rich brew of Glengettie Gold tea! Then to the computer, intent of getting the updating of yesterday’s post done. But… WD 150.0.0

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WD 150.0.0 I went to set up the Rice-Cooker ready for later…but the plug would not go in the socket! After spitting, making myself cough worse than ever, and a little blue language, I gave-up! Snottleburgers! I’ll have to inform the supplier late. Grumph!

The computer was working, but so slow! So, I got the ablutions sorted early while I gave it some more time. Not a bad session, a few dropsies that’s all, and with it being so early, no noisy showering.

Back to the computerisationing, things seemed to still be a little slow, but it was working at least. Thank you, Mr Fries! I got on with the updating, and with so many photographs from the After-Stroke Physio visit, and all the altercations to report, it took a monumentally long time to get done.

WD 150.0.0 Then after posting, the Porcelain Throne was required again. It was dichotomously poles-apart from the first one, although still massive in size, it was messy. Bloody and a right stinker-phoo! Also, immediately after the evacuation finished, a wee-weeing of monumental proportions came and came and… well you get the idea, it flowed a lot! I had another bit of a struggle to stem the flow, too! Haha!

I didn’t consider things to be too bad all the same. I was getting back slowly to my regular rotten-luck, unfortunateness, boo-boos, devil’s own luck and ill-fortune. Well, after so many years of failure and my being the headmaster when it comes to coping with hard knocks, omissions and miscalculations, the last few days of having the odd little good fortune, was not a little off-putting and worrying! But I feel things are now getting back to the usual suicidal, depressionalistic style. I alright with this, I’m content, cause I’m used to it.

WDP 08LWD 150.0.0 +: As if it was timed for this blog, a Mega-Whoopsie then happened. The Morrison delivery arrived. Which had the Christmas treats on it… but, the driver spotted that one of the mini-bottles of wine, had been shattered! And he could not leave any stuff in the bad or the one next to it, for fear of shards being delivered!3Wed01f 

Fair enough! I ended up with just two carriers of food being left.

The poor driver cut his finger, trying to sort-out if anything could be delivered from the two carriers. But it was too risky for him to hand anything over. He told me to email Morrison’s with the details. Which was complicated, because they do not supply any paperwork with the delivery! Mind you, none of them does now, I don’t think. I thanked the chap and 3Wed01gaoff he went. I put away the stuff that was delivered, not a big job, and took a picture to send to Morrison’s of the goods I’d received. And went on the email to read the order snipped it, and put it on CorelDraw to put a line through the products that had to be taken back. This cost me a lot of time to get done, but I managed it.

3Wed01JIt looked clear enough to me, at least.

Then I formulated the wording so they could understand me plainly enough, ready to use on the email.

At least the roast vegetable risotto meals had been in another carrier bag, so were not affected and were delivered for me to enjoy, perhaps tonight?

Especially as I can’t use the new rice-cooker at the moment. Tsk!

Ah, well, Hey-Ho!

3Wed01LI got on the computer and Google Mail. But could I find an address for the Morrisons Customer-Service? No! I found a direct link that would not let me add photographs, which I’d hoped would save me a lot of writing.

Then, to my utter surprise, I got an email come in from Morrisons!

The driver must have phoned and advised them straight away on leaving Woodthorpe Court for me?

So, Jane and Pete, Mo, Jenny, Deana, Julie, Josie, Cyndy and the others will have to wait for their treats now!

The Intercom flashed and rang out, it was the Ocado delivery. He had the precious Glengettie Gold, and Thompsons teabags. Plus the wonderfully tasty Soul-Food vegetarian chilli and the Milk Roll bread with him! The chap put the things inside for me. Thanked him. The fridge, cupboards and freezer were now chocka-block!

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I decided to take some nibbles out in the trolley. I know that Jenny are not it today, it’s their feasting-out day. I’ll take the camera, and nip up to Lidl, no, Aldi on the bus to get some bleach. Back in a while… Hopefully! Immediate change of plans when I saw the wind blowing the hell out of the trees. I’ll go to town on the bus if I can catch it in time.

Out, down in the lift, through the link-passage and called at the Oberstgruppenfhúreress Warden Julie’s and Hauptsturmfhúreress Deana’s holding and interrogation office as I passed it on the way. Left the sourdough and milk roll loaves on the desk for them.

Quick hello to Herbert as he was starting a new jigsaw puzzle off in the main social room, and pressed on to the bus stop. A little drizzle had joined the wind. Not a soul waiting for the bus at the shelter, but there were several folks already on the bus. I got on board the Bestwood routed L9 and had a natter as I settled in a side-saddle seat, by the time I had got down, it was time to get up again to get o3Wed01Tff in Sherwood. Hehe!

I alighted at the bottom of Winchester Street hill. The L9 bus I’d just got off of can be seen in this photo on the right. I plodded on down to Mansfield Road and turned left, to visit the Ozan International Food Store. I’ve not visited it lately, because with my struggling with the trolley in the narrow aisles and steep steps3Wed02 having to be tackled getting around the store, it is a bit of hard work. However, my desire for their lemon wafers and biscuits gave me the will-power to try again. They had now started to display their fruit and veg outside on the pavement! And the food looked horrible. Withered and unappealing most of it looked. Especially some tomatoes on display, talk about macerated!

WDP 11gLWD 150.0.0 WD 150.0.0a I got in and started to have a wander in the shop. Struggling to get the trolley around with me in the narrow aisles, I came to the three steep steps up to the so-called, fresh-foods section. This is where I was in the middle of lifting the trolley as I gingerly stepped up, and had a visit from Dizzy Dennis. Twisted the knees as I had to catch my balance, and Arthur Itis kicked into life! From here on, it was limping around painfully for the rest of the day for me! Tsk! I did get some chicken sausages from the fridge. I’d had these before, and found them tasty and morish in the extreme. Which was silly really, with all the ready-meals I had at home in the fridge and freezer, What a Schmuck! I searched painfully, for some lemon wafers or biscuits without any luck. Until I was making my way limpingly (Gawd, the knees were giving me some gip now!) to the till, and I spotted they had lemon mini-lemon cakes, individually wrapped on display near the counter, and added a pack to the chicken sausages.

3Wed10aPaid the gal, and out and up Mansfield Road! Where I met Welsh William, who told me of another shop closing, a Charity outlet, sadly. So we went in to have a look for any bargains in their Clearance Sale prices. William had left, I nosied at the DVDs, in hopes of finding ‘The Negotiator’ film, but no. Still, at three for a pound, I bought these DVDs, even if I have seen them before (apart from Safe House), at that price.

WD 150.0.0 WD 150.0.0a The knees were bad, I had the occasional 3Wed03stumble when the front wheel of the trolley hit gaps and sticking up bits of the paving slabs or slid on the leaves, causing Back-Pain-Brenda to join in with Arthur Itis giving out the pain. Tsk!

A chap came and held the door open for me at the Post Office stores, as I struggled up the steep steps with the walker-guide to get inside, thank you mate! I didn’t have much success in their either. No puff-pastry fingers or Orange digestives. But I bought a pack of Vienna swirls.

3Wed05Paid the man, who was on his mobile throughout the time serving me, so I could not ask him if he was going to get any Puff Pastry fingers in stock, and I departed out into the oh, so cold sunshine. Still no rain, and the wind seemed to be dropping.

I meandered stumblingly up to and across the pelican lights over the road. And up the hill to the bus stop. Welsh William was spotted, nipping into the Coral bookies on the corner of Hall Street. It is handily placed for its many customers from Winwood Heights. With the cheap booze shop on the opposite corner, this is a boon for the alcoholics and obsessed, addicted, passionate, fanatical alcoholics and gambling-junkies at our Winwood Heights flats. I’ve only been in a bookie twice in my life, never picked a winner. Did the lottery for several years, without a single win of any size. Did the pools for donkey’s years, and won once, 4/6d (23p) for my £1 stake. So, with my record, it’s no surprise that gambling isn’t for me. But I can see the appeal all the same, for someone who is luckier than I. (Which seems everyone!) Hehehe!.

Got on the 40 bus, with Christine. We hobbled from the Winchester Street stop up to the flats. The leaves were making walking safely difficult, and Chrissie guided me onto the road and kept conk for traffic. A couple of near toppling over incidents en route to the flats. A good job Christine was with me. We nattered away and got to the lift lobby in Woodthorpe Court, where we were met by some other neighbours, Christine, Welsh William, two unknown new residents and myself rode up chinwagging as we went.

3Wed06I got in the flat, and after a wee-wee, got the nosh sorted out and served up. I had the chicken sausages with a tin of chopped tomatoes and added some passata to it. An apple, a Pop-Kek lemon cake, and a lemon curd yoghourt to follow. I ate rather too much Milk Roll bread with it, though! But it was delicious, a flavour-rating of 7.5/10!

I was feeling suddenly drained, out of energy, which is a regular occurrence, I put the tray on the chair, and simply nodded off into heavenly blissful sleep!

3Wed11WD 150.0.0 Huh! The landline chirped and flashed into life. I grumblingly freed my cumbersome-plump body from the recliner an answered the call. It was a nurse lady from the Medicines Team. The After-Stroke woman who did the six-month Check-up on me had reported to her that I need assistance and have problems with the medications? She arranged to visit me next Wednesday at 09:30hrs. Oh? I thanked her and took the meal things to be washed up. Had a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode wee-wee, and moved the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) to next to the recliner, I think it will likely be needed overnight.

WD 150.0.0 I got settled again in the second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige coloured rickety recliner, and turned on the TV, to watch some ‘Hustle’ DVD. But soon the doubts of whether I had turned off the hot water tap appeared, and I just had to go and check on it, to find all was okay… But it was lucky that I did this because I’d left the hob on the stove one! Self-Disgust-Mode-Adopted!

Back in the recliner, irritated and low in spirits now. I got the DVD back on, with subtitles of course. And was soon back in the land of Nod! Ah, lovely!

WD 150.0.0 The door chime rang out! I gave a sigh of fed-upness, Hauled my weary torso and attached ailments from the rickety recliner, I put on a dressing gown and answered the door, with full comprehensiveness lacking, I must admit. A young lady handed me a parcel of prescription medications. I thanked her and placed them on the kitchen worktop.

WD 150.0.0 I returned to the recliner and got down to rest again. But not for long. Sleep was now refusing to come. My thought-riddled brain would not allow it. Something was wrong, out-of-order, not right, needed doing, whatever it was, it bugged me not knowing! I got up to check that I’d closed the door properly, yep, all done. Then, ‘Had I taken the evening medications yet? The now puddled mind was playing me up. All these interruptions didn’t help, and my temporary dementedness was a handicap too. I thought I’d get up yet again, to check the tablet-blister packs to check on the doses left in.

WD 150.0.0 3Wed07Entering the kitchen and seeing the pack of medications, it dawned on me what I was worried about – the pack was nowhere near the size it usually is, so I opened it up, to find that there were no Warfarin tablets. No Paracetamols. Also, no Duodenal Donald medicines and no Macrogul sachets! Something else to worry about, and have to sort out! (I forgot all about not taking the evening medications – Grumph!)

WDP 11fLGot the computer on and sent an email to the Pharmacist. Turned off, and back to the recliner.

WD 150.0.0 Could I get to sleep again?

Could I Boggleshine!

Inchcock Today – Tue 12 Nov 19: Computerisationing, got wet to physio, crippled at physio, shopping, got wet after physio… it got worse after this…

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Tuesday 12th November 2019

मंगलवार १२ नोभेम्बर २०१ 2019 Nepalese

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00:40hrs: Woke up with a jump, in need of a wee-wee. The wee-wees being far fewer recently. I had not placed the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) near the recliner last night. Which meant a rapid-release from the Brother-in-Law damaged, £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner was needed. And, this was achieved without much pain or hassle too! I hobbled with the four-pronged (Easily trip-over-able) stick to the wet room.

WDP 11gLWD 128.0.128N I positioned myself over the porcelain bowl, and spent the next five minutes waiting for the action to start! When it did start to move, it came in dribs and drabs, hurt like hell, took ages, and floated on top of the water already in the WC? A variation of the PWPWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Painful-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode. Ah, a bladder infection again, methinks! I’m not looking forward to the next wee-wee at all! At least there was no bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion, so it wasn’t all bad.

I washed and cleaned the contact points in the wet room. The nurse suggested I do this if I get any more infections, to help not spreading and elongating the suffering, she said!) Bless her!

WDP11LWD 128.0.128N Off to the kitchen… only to find I had left the hot water tap running! I felt an idiot, self-loathing kicked-in, Grumph-status rose, and embarrassment mode moved up to Defcon three! Ah, well, at least it should not take too long to heat up now I’ve turned the tap off. He says with a bit of doubt and even less confidence! Hahaha!

1Mon02I took the medications and a swig of the cough medicine and made a brew, a fine superior brew of the Glengettie Gold tea. I still can’t find anyone selling this anywhere, and am limiting my treats to it, so the bags I have last longer! This reminded me about Ocado not having any for ages, so I got on the computer and checked. Nice Surprise, they now have Glengettie Gold and Thompsons teabags back in stock. So I ordered some along with other favourites that only they sell; Vegetarian ‘SoulFood’ chilli ready meals, lemon bleach 2litres, and so on, oh, and some rice! So, I can now indulge again in the best tea on the market, Glengettie Gold, and second-best Thompson’s, then hopefully, tomorrow evening, I can try the electric rice-cooker with the Chinese sausages at last! 

WDP 11eLI started doing the updating for the Monday post. With right-hand fingertips, that could sense when they were touching anything! So things went well for once with the typing. This, along with the Clopidogrel and blood-papsules disappearing from the legs, is unnatural and a tad worrying. No messages from the EQ either? Of cause, the Whoopsiedangleploppery continues. All done, as the need for the Porcelain Throne visit arrived.

WDP 11dRTo the wet room, and would you believe it, although, still a vast amount evacuated, it was painless (Oh yes!), not messy, and no bleeding! I am really getting nervous about all these sudden, unexpected improvements! And, the hot tap water was heating up now! This is just too just much good fortune for a disaster and Whoopsiedangleplop sufferer! I’m expecting death, disaster or some misfortune is in the pipeline! This is so rare, I’m afraid to let myself feel happy or contented about things!

I had a bash on the WordPress reader. Then got the stand-up (To early to use the shower, too noisy) ablutions, taking care, in case things went back to their usual Ape-Shit-Mode and I ended up bleeding to death shaving, fell over and knocked myself out or something. Hehehe!

Back in a bit, I hope!

On my way out to the wet room, I popped in to make sure I’d turned the hot water tap off in the kitchen (Having already checked several times, Tsk!) All okay! And I decided to get the handwashing done, to save bother later on when I get back from the Gulag, erm, Physio session. Hung the togs up to dry, and off to the ablutionalisationing.

Then had yet another change of plans, as I spotted how the moon straight outside was showing up. But clouds kept going over it, and the rain made photographicalisationing a little difficult. But I was determined to try and get some better shots than yesterday’s were! The results took some time to get, as I had to keep waiting for the clouds to clear, getting wet at the same time. Haha! Here are my best efforts (And not so good!):

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1Mon07I got stripped off and had a peep at last nights much-improved legs… Oh dear! Not a very good photo as it turned out, in fact, one of my worst ever!

The pins (legs) had grown back the blood papsules, some blotches and the veins were bursting through again, all within twelve hours! I think the grainy photo makes them look worse than really are. 

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Yet early last night, they looked all smooth and calm? The lighting perhaps? Beats me!

1Mon08I found this interesting picture on the SD card, I’ve not the foggiest how or why I took it?

I tell you, everything seems to be changing recently! Pains disappearing, good luck was thrown my way. I can’t cope! Hahaha!

Updating blog, and suddenly realised I had only twenty minutes to get ready and to the bus stop. Time had flown!

Amidst the panic-attack, corroboree and kerfufflement, and I was soon out on my way along Chestnut Walk, in the rain and high winds, oblivious to if I’d remembered everything or not. I walked along the roadside, to avoid too many leaves sticking to the wheels of the trolley-guide, arriving at the shelter with four-minutes to spare before the bus was due. I cleaned off some crap from the wheels, and the bus arrived. The journey was the uncomfortable, crowded with the ankle-snappers on their mobiles, with great mugs of Subway and McDonald’s coffee, with their vague not in this world expressions as they trod all over me as they got on the bus and packed it beyond capacity!

2Tue08aIn town, I exited the bus last, to avoid being trampled on again. And made my way into the Victoria Shopping Centre and to the other end, calling in Tesco. Got some nibbles for the Stroke Team, tomatoes, and milk roll bread. Leaving by the Milton Street entrance, out into the cold 2Tue09rain and wind.

Hobbled along and called into the mini-Waitrose store. Buying a Pork Terrine, and some Kenyan garden peas. Paid at the self-serve tills, and out along the road and visited 2Tue10the Bargain Store (Previously Pound Stretchers).

WD 128.0.128N Where I had a visit from Dizzy Dennis as I neared the checkout. A very kind lady behind helped me and packed the things in the trolley for me, bless her. SHe told the checkout lady that she had seen me swaying a bit earlier and had kept an eye on me. Now, how kind was that! Faith Restored! I thanked her and out into the rain and howling wind again.

2Tue11The regular young street-beggar was doing a roaring trade, and it was all women who were giving him drug or alcohol monies. This is the bloke I saw shopping in Tesco a couple of weeks ago, buying booze and a pack-a-mac raincoat. He’d got a new mac on today, and his roll-ups looked suspiciously thick. Haha!

I walked up through Trinity Square, got wet taking these photographicalisations of the works taking place. The depressing weather ensured I did not wait around long and was soon getting soaked to the skin as I hobbled ASAP to the Church Hall for the Physio.

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A better After-Stroke turnout today, about nine of us. But the Scottish gal is going away on holiday abroad, so this will be the last time we see her. As she told the others of her four-week family holiday, I smiled broadly, and quipped “Well, I might be going to Bulwell at the weekend for an hour or so, to do some shopping!” This brought a laugh from some of the clan, but vacant dagger-looks from others. Oh, dear!

I handed the individually packed Pop-cakes, and Black Oreos and choc fingers to the staff for nibbles, and a couple drinks for the Obergruppenfürheresses in charge. We launched into exercises swiftly today, not that I could hear much of what was said, as usual. I was selected to do the exercises with Precious and the Nigerian gal, I couldn’t hear what we said to each other, the Nigerian gal couldn’t understand, and poor Precious was as confused as I was! But, we got through the first five tasks with aplomb, I thought. I did all the knee-bending today, but it was painful.

The stand-up dancing routine, is something else I fail at, no coordination, I never have. But seeing the effort, and funny results being put in by others, brought a wry smile to me, and appreciation of those giving it some welly. Good for them!

WD 128.0.128N When we all sat down for the Stress-Relief & Relaxation, I was no closer to thinking of any benefit for me, whatever. The book trained leaderess was talking us through this time I saw her lips moving). The lights were turned off, and she waffled on, but I could not hear her or the water-music I think it was in the background. I did hear her saying the word, coughing? I asked later, and she didn’t want anyone to cough and disturb the other’s concentration. Haha!

A ‘Look-at-Me!’ speaker arrived, although he didn’t initially speak to any of the Strokee’s, just the staff. His manner and my EQ told me just the type of person he was.

2Tue21WD 128.0.128N We had a break for nibbles and a brew. The Pop-cakes proved very popular, I’ll have to get some more next week for them. This gentleman began his ‘Look-at-me-I’m-good’ lecture. He was in charge of the City Council, PAD Scheme: Preventative Adaptations, for older people’s homes. A leaflet was handed out for us. Of course, no use to me, no longer having my own house, but I was interested, all the same. Available to anyone over 60 who has their own home: Grab Rails bath, entrance doors. Additional stair rail. Raising an armchair. Replacing high steps into your house. Referral to AgeUK for safety assessment. And Threshold strips. When she showed us all the grab rails etc. his, ‘When I was put in charge, this is what they were using for carpet levelling’, showed the old and new one he had sourced, that was so much better! Jobs for the boys? I decided this was of no value to me, listening to a temerarious, ‘Oh, I am good’ lecture about something that does not apply to me.

So, I explained about the bus timing and not wanting to get soaked waiting about for an hour if I miss the 12:05 L9, said my farewells and departed, out into the rain and wind again! The rain stopped as I went along Goldsmith Street, and I noticed the reflection on this puddle, and thought, Ah, Nottingham Street Art!

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2Tue16WD 128.0.128N I crossed the road and turned back to photograph this Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist Student. Where the two young men are to the left of the picture, is the puddle I took a shot of.

2Tue17The rain began again, as I approached the tram stop.

I did my best to avoid the fallen leaves, nub-ends, chewing gum and tram tickets on the pavement and made my way to the L9 bus stop.

2Tue18WD 128.0.128N Another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on Upper Parliament Street actually rode diagonally across the traffic lights! He was another of the poorly paid Deliveroo riders.

I only just got there in time, in fact, the bus driver had just closed his doors to pull away but spotted me hobbling down the hill to him, and let me on. Thank you!

5Fri23The bus got well-filled en route, but surprisingly, none of the Winwoodonians got on. I was the only person to get off at Chestnut Walk! I got in sharpishly out of the rain, and into the Winchester Court entrance to get out of the rain. I passed Margaret & Frank on the way in and we swapped ‘Hello’s’.

I walked through the link passage, now in need of a wee-wee, through the big social room, received dirty looks from some people in a meeting near the kitchen, and carried on into the Winwood to Woodthorpe passageway. I got through the swipe-door into the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby, and goose-pimples came up, it was so much colder in there. Up in the elevator and into the flat, to the wet room for a wee-wee! Some aches and pains from the physio gave me bother as I struggled to get Little Inchy out, and had an astronomically different wee-wee!  A CMOUSTSTBOWAV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-a-Venom)! I’ve not had one of these for weeks! It fair wore me out, Hahaha!

2Tue19I set about doing the nosh, for hunger was within me that needed satiating. It took me a fair while, but I got the fodder served up, and grand it looked, too. Pate, chips, gungo beans, fresh garden peas, sliced apple, beetroot and tomatoes. I got the pots to soak in the sink, shot off with the tray and got down in the c1968, second-hand recliner. To feast on the fodder, first chip about to go in my mouth!

3Wed01eWD 128.0.128N But oh, no! The landline rank and flashed, I wish I’d ignored it now! It was Xyrophobia-suffering, fraudulent, corrupt, big lottery winner, threatening, bullying, dishonest, mendacious, sneaky, flat-breaking, nosey burglar, meddling, snoopy, clandestine-CCTV addicted, protrusive, tattletale, muckraker, kibitzer, and marplot, Brother-in-Law Pete. Hehehe! He’s to go into the City Hospital on Thursday, for a Pet Scan to suss-out what the ‘spot’ is in his innards. The scan uses a special dye containing radioactive tracers. These tracers are either swallowed, inhaled, or injected into a vein in your arm depending on what part of the body is being examined. The PET scan can measure blood flow, oxygen use, how your body uses sugar, and much more. So fret not of the procedure Pete. Await the outcome mate, then you can fret if you want to. Hope all goes well for the lad.

Oh, and he said he might call on me Friday, and even with the possibility of my getting back the stolen valuables. Less, those he fancied for himself, those sold, and those given away, of course. I imagine more stuff will go missing, though! There will also be the chance, of him passing on some of the radioactivity to me. Well, he’s generous with things that don’t cost him anything.

2Tue19WDP 11fLPete chatted on a bit more. (Just to ensure that my chips were fully-cold, I imagine) Then, to allow me to dine on my cold meal, he rang off. So, I dined on my cold meal! Sob! This photo was taken when the chips, beans and peas had a modicum of warmth. Before the apple had turned brown, the tomatoes had gone dry. the bread curled up at the edges, and the very expensive but normally delightful Pork Terrine lost its juiciness. Grumph! Swine!

His camouflaged, clandestine CCTV he fitted, must still be working. Of the last six calls Jane or he’s made, two were when I’d just fell asleep, (I wonder if he’s fitted sound to the camera, and can hear me snoring?), one when I’d just got under the shower, and three when I was about to eat my dinner? Gawd, he must hate me!

I couldn’t eat all the cold fodder on the plate, the chips were too cold to eat (Thank’s Pete!), The beans were bitter. So a lot got thrown away. I got the washing up done, and heard a noise as I was doing so, and went on a walkabout to find the source.

2Tue20The postman had been. He’d left me junk-mail, leaflets etc. but no actual addressed-to-me mail.

Ocado had sent some vouchers for money off and free delivery. At first, it seemed a bargain, £20 off my next two deliveries… then I spotted that there was a minimum spend of £80 on each delivery! Mind you, at Ocado prices, it’s not as outlandish as it sounds!

I washed and got settled to watch even more of the Hustle DVDs. I got through one episode without even nodding-off once! I got up and changed the DVD. But before it even started, I was gone, off into the land of Nod! Nice!

Inchcock Today – Monday 11th November 2019: A day short on explicitnesses, mixed, but with moments of perspicuousness

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Monday 11th November 2019

Samoan: Aso Gafua 11 Novema 2019

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WDP11LWD 100.20.0 00:30hrs: I woke up feeling terribly sorry for myself and in a self-loathing mood at the same time. The mind was not really interested in working on anything else. Getting free of the Xyrophobia-suffering, flat-robbing Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took. (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, was so easy, almost painless! I thought I might still be sleeping or had died and was dreaming.

I was soon uprightish, had grabbed the stick (oddly the walking was such a lot easier this morning, with no dizzies or shakes?), and off to the kitchen. As I got the kettle on, the summoning from my innards for a visit to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room. The evacuation was, erm…, well, it astounded me! Fair enough, there was the usual massive dollop coming out, but not messy, no pain at all, no bleeding, and no fluids escaping with it!

WD 100.20.0 I stood there afterwards, pondering for a few seconds. Had I actually woken up yet? I reviewed the happenings and non-happenings of the day so far. Finding the situation to be inscrutable: No hassle whatsoever from Anne Gyna, Hernia Henry, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Back-Pain-Brenda, no stubbed toe or the Cornelia Corns, no Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing! Minimal bother from Rheumatoid Arthur Itis,  Peripheral neuropathy, Tight Chest Charlie, Polyneuropathy Pete, or Arnold Axonotmesis! Even the sore throat and coughing was easier. Not only these but the howling, droning noise that surrounds the flat 24/7 sounded less loud to me? I suppose I should have felt delighted and gratified, but the EQ was preventing this, with it’s “Don’t get too excited” message.

WD 100.20.0 1Mon 01With a sense of unrealism, I made my way back to the kitchen and got the kettle back on, and made a brew, getting the medications out ready. A feeling of vagueness lingered within me. My thoughts were all over the place now, mind-blasts peppering the brain, unanswered questions to the fore… Oh, dearie me!

1Mon02I tried taking a picture of the view from the unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed new kitchen windows, with the unreachable for old farts panes of glass to be cleaned. I tried the Nightime Panorama option on the Nikon camera this time. Then, I got the medications imbibed and off to the computer to get the updating of Sunday’s post done.

Although there were precious few photographs taken yesterday, it still took me several hours to get the job completed. I think the main reason being my lack of concentration today. The mind-blast of questions, fears, and the nervous-making EQ quoting away at me caused some concern. Am I finally going bonkers? Hehe!

WD 100.20.0 During the updating work, I must have had four mugs of tea, and taken around ten or twelve wee-wees! All pathetic attempts of the WSS (Weak-Short-Sprinkly). In total, the passed liquid might just have filled a small cup!

I made a start on this blog. Then went on the TFZer Facebook page to catch up. I enjoyed that.

Ah, I have just seen the calendar, Iceland delivery this morning. Better ger a stand-up was done before the time arrives. Today’s lack of pains and Accifauxpas continued with the ablutionalisational session! No cut gums doing the teggies. No cuts shaving! No bleeding from Little Inchies lesion! And, as well as and besides, only three dropsies! Mmm?

Also, the Phlebotomy Nurse is due some time today to take the blood.

I made a brew and took another WSS wee-wee. Then got on CorelDraw to do some in advance.

WDPH01LMany hours spent graphicalisationing, during which, first, the delightfully attractive, twinkle-eyed, desirable, breathtakingly sultry-looking, 5’4″, perfectly-bodied, beautiful Polish phlebotomy nurse arrived to take some blood for the INR Warfarin test. The old heart, even if it is plastic and metal, fluttered! We had a natter while she removed the haemoglobin, I handed her some of the Lemon Wafers, she said goodbye and shot off, leaving a Nottingham Pensioner, a tad sad at her going.

I popped down to Jenny & Franks flat with some nibbles and PP’s. No answer, I left the morsels on the door handle in a carrier, and carried the PP’s back down, cause I did not want to block the hallway by leaving them outside Jenny’s door, I can take them down again later on.

WDPG02RBack to the CorelDrawing. An hour or so later, my Iceland food delivery arrived. Items short delivered, monies to be returned to my account within nine-working days… Mmm! Still, seeing the food made my mind up what to have for my early din-dins.

1Mon09aBack to the CorelDrawing. Many, many WSS wee-wees later, and hours later, the time arrived for the nosh to be made. I had a ready-made meal, the Iceland bean & sausage casserole, adding some tomato and bacon cooking sauce part-way through cooking, and was eaten with far too many slices of the Milk Roll bread I’d defrosted. I put the extra sauce into the food, cause there seemed an awful lot of red peppers in it this time, to cool it down a bit. It wasn’t bad at all — flavour rating, 7/10.

I decided, that late as it was in the day, if the rice-cooker arrived in time, I could go to the Sherwood shops and get some… wait for it, the one thing missing… Rice!

Back to the CorelDrawing. Going to the wet room, and the intercom chirped into life and lit up. Aha, it was the Rice-Cooker! When the young man had delivered it, I hastily opened the box and investigated the contents.

 

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The instruction leaflet will need a good reading before I dare try it out. Anyway, this made me decide to catch the bus down into Sherwood to get some rice, which sort to get, was a gamble, but still. I got the things ready. I collected some of the too large-for-me PPs, to drop off at the Oberstgruppenfhreress Warden Julie’s and Hauptsturmfhureress Deana’s holding and interrogation office as I pass on the way down. Bit of a struggle to carry, with the bag of recyclables, I wanted to leave near the bin, but I managed it. I took some Christmas treats as well. I set off down and placed the box outside the caretaker’s bin. Doubts about whether or not I should venture out came in question, as the rain and the terrible wind blew! Walking along the link-passage to Winwood Court, the incredible warmth hit me, ah, another world. I got to the Oberschutzeress Warden’s cell and tapped nervously on the door. Handed the PPs over, and the treats. I went through the significant social room on the way to the bus stop, and I stopped for a chinwag with Mo and Herbert, who were doing a crossword together.

Then on and almost into Winchchester Court until I saw the deterioration in the weather through the windows! This decided me not to go out, I’ve got to go out in the morning, to catch the bus to the After-Stroke Physio Torture… I mean, session!

I can see no solution to the parking problem1Mon09 at Winwood Heights. I imagine that one day, either a bus will hit a vehicle parked half-on the kerb and blocking room at the buses turning island. Or someone will get knocked over having to walk with their trolley-guides on the road, cause they cannot get by the cars parked on, and already breaking-up the new tarmac pavement. But what else can they do? An accident, injury or death might encourage someone to tackle the issue, or even identify, recognise that it exists? I mean, let’s face it, it is an old people’s prison… erm, complex. Hehe!

I returned to the flat, and had a wee-wee, washed, then made a brew and sat down to watch some of the Hustle DVD. Fell asleep!

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WDP 11hLI was caught out when I woke up, the late sun, although heatless, had blossomed out, the rain had stopped. The most noticeable thing was the legs had lost nearly all their Clopidgrel, bruises, lumps. welts and blotches! Fair enough, they had started the fluid retentioning again. But it was nice to see them without the blemishes, blood-papsule and ecchymosis scars! It’s really incredulous, inconceivable, how things have changed so suddenly! Mind you, the cramps are still there. Haha!

Ten-minute or so later, I drifted off again. I woke up, to the most beautiful skyline showing through the balcony door windows. I took a shot through the glass, then went out to take another one, through the open window.

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WD 100.20.0 Which proved to be a painful experience. I trapped my finger when closing the metal spring shutter, that needs pushing in and pulling at the same time to use it. Tripped over the raised door runner on the way back in. Fortunately keeping my balance and not going over. Slid the door shut behind me. Turned and went tit-over-tail onto the floor, as I got myself entangled with the four-pronged walking stick!

WD 100.20.0 Getting back up was a battle, but the use of leverage from the rickety recliner helped me get up.

It’s been a day of mixed blessings.

TTFN.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 9th November 2019: Repetitive dream. Escaped the flat – Chinwags – No getting wet. But I messed up the meal again! Tsk!

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2019 Tnov 09

Saturday 9th November 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 9fed Tachwedd 2019

0Nov 09

WDP 11aR01:30: I opened my runny eyes, coughed and felt the throat sorer as I did; and spotted the pages from the scribble pad scattered around my mountainous-like body, on the recliner, the chair, the carpet, between my legs, and even one crumpled into the folds of my stomach-creases! I cunningly used the remote control to turn the TV on, so I could get some light to investigate what had been going on.

WD 171.0.171 I recalled having a dream, and it came to light that the notes about the nightmare were written, but most were calligraphically incomprehensible. I don’t remember actually scrawling the reminders, but do retain some bits of the dream in the grey-cells. There were so many pages with a high amount of writing on them, how long had the dream lasted for? After going through them, I dished them into the bin because they were so alike and reminded me of a Doctor’s script, unreadable! I was taking a driving test on a bus, AEC Regent V (approx. 1965) A man behind the window at my rear, kept telling me to turn off the air-conditioning, and I was telling him, we don’t have any air-conditioning! And that is about the best I can remember about this part of the dream?

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Representation wot-I-dun, of the dream

Later, or in another dream that followed, I kept throwing myself off of a roof, getting mangle when I hit the concrete pavement, then getting back up on my feet, and climbing dozens of flights of stairs back up to the rooftop, and lunging off the roof again! Repeatedly!

How it all ended, I’ve no idea.

WD 171.0.171 I sensed the need for a visit to the Porcelain Throne. Out of the recliner, stick in hand and off the wetroom without delay I went. Oh, ‘eck, a painful session this one was! Things started off as usual, but half-way through, everything ground to a halt! Eery effort to get things going again nearly brought tears to my eyes. (They did actually!) Moving motion on slowly, the evacuation was completed! Ahh! The assuagement, the blessed relief! I was sure that things would be bloodied and messy in the rear-lower quarters, but no mess, and no bleeding either! Smug-Mode-Engaged!

To the kitchen and was cheered up a little more, when I realised there was no handwashing to be sorted. Smug-Mode-Stage 2-Adopted! I took the medications and a swig of the cough linctus and made a brew of Glengettie tea.

I concentrated on getting the graphics sorted on CorelDraw then, ready to go on the templates. This took a couple of hours and three mugs of tea.

Then, a pleasant surprise, I needed a wee-wee. But was not ready for the violent nature of it, after going two days with barely a trickle, the LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting) wee-wee, must have been really ready to come out. And boy, did it! Haha!

I washed and returned to the computer, the ever-present humming, droning noise was getting more and more annoying! How anyone who has normal hearing can cope with it, I can’t imagine! I persevered, and another couple of hours, three blasting wee-wees and a neuropathic right-leg dance or two later, I got it finished and posted off.

I went for another brew and wee-wee (Yes, it’s flowing again, now!) I saw the moon had moved to the front of the building and took a few pictures of it. The shakes made it hard to hold steady, but I managed to get a couple of half-decent for me, close-ups.

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I went on the WordPress Reader section, again some great stuff on it.

WD 171.0.171 The leg cramps gave me some bother, but much more concerning was the neck cramps Likely cause I do rarely get these.

WD 171.0.171 Then, off to the Throne for a second session! How such a dollop came out the size it was, gobsmacked me!

Got ready to get the ablutions done. I hope to get out today for a hobble around, and buy myself a magnifying glass so I can read the instructions on the medications and cooking ingredients on packets. Ah, well, off to the wet room.

WD 171.0.171 For an amazingly incident-ridden shave and shower session. First thing, a wee-wee, that proved to me that the wee-weeing was returning to its power-mode with an LHLNC (Long-Hosepipe-Like-No-Sensation) passing. I few spots of blood from the fungal lesion, but I’ll clean and medicate things after the shower.  Then:

I think the toothbrush spent more time in the sink or on the floor than it did in my hand! The fingers had suddenly become touch-insensitive, which concerned me a tad for the shaving to come.

  • The toothpaste and brush were lost a couple of times.
  • As I took a swig of the mouthwash, the shakes came on, and I’ve loosened one of my few remaining teggies! Tsk!
  • The shaving foam was dropped twice. 6Sat17
  • A razor went to the deck via various obstacles, like the sink, my stomach, the trolley.
  • The nerve-damage cause a few slicing off of the top of the mini-boils.
  • A sneeze joined in with the coughing, and I clouted my wrist on the sink rim. I ma7Sun03y have said something like, ‘Oh, dearie me!’ or ‘Bother!’
  • Then, did the same thing again!
  • Showered, I grabbed the head to spray off the soap, dropped it, and it hit my head, opening the bleeding again.
  • As I bent to retrieve the shower-head, I clouted the bonce against the hand-rail!
  • 6Sat18I lost grip of the towel a few times.
  • Then the haemorrhoid cream tube, three times!
  • The body spray, just once.

The legs were not looking too bad at all. No water retention or as far as I could tell, or any new spots, blobs, lumps or bruises!

6Sat19The knees were looking fine, with the ridges, much of the warpedness and bruising all gone now, and the veins seemed to be dying down, too, much to my surprises. But give it time, especially after the Physio session next Tuesday! Haha!

The sock-glide battle was a draw. I got dressed and cleaned the shower, and off into the kitchen to make up the rubbish bags and one of recyclables.

I got the black bags on the trolley, big white one in my hand, and was off to the waste-chute to deposit the black ones down.

Back to the flat and checked things were all safe, and out again to the bus stop, taking the big white bag with me. Chatted briefly with a lady in the lift, then with Angela in the lobby, she was waiting for family members to pick her up, and out depositing the white bag near the caretaker’s door.

Cindy came out and we nattered as we walked to the bus stop together. I enjoyed that, I do love a good chinwag and laugh! I had some more socialisationing en route to Arnold. Where I dopped off at the Asda-Walmart store, not that getting off was easy today. As usual, I let everyone else off first so I didn’t block or delay them. But I fumbled a little getting up, and the driver closed the door before I could get to it. Haha!

6Sat07It (Asda) didn’t look too busy as I approached the entrance. But when I got inside, it was mayhem! Empty shelves, dangerous trolley-pushes, impatient shoppers and an atmosphere that warned me to take care!

WD 171.0.171 I was a little puddled about the bus times to get home. Cindy had told me on the bus, but with the excitement of having a yackety-yak, the bus times had drifted into the ether. But I thought things would be alright. With the L09 being only every two hours on Saturday, I could always catch a City-bound bus to Sherwood, and if I miss the L9 there, I can always take a steady walk up the hill back to the flats, so I put this worry out of my head. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

6Sat20WD 171.0.171 I spent over an hour on a vagabondish, ambling, peregrinating wander around, with no aims of what to buy, because I’d left the shopping list at the flat. ‘Feel-a-Twit’ Mode Engaged! I ended up at the self-serve tills with: A packet of Hoisin sauce, Cox’s apples, a tin of chilli-con-carne (On offer), Orange chocolate digestives A weakness of mine, they should never have started making them again!) and a Milk Roll Loaf.

6Sat08I exited the shop and walked down Front Street to the Iceland shop, to get one of their half & half Milk Roll loaves. But they did not have any in. So, after a nosey around, I left without getting anything.

WD 171.0.171 Then I foolishly called into the Boyes store. Where I got well-carried away! Especially considering I only went in to see if they ha6Sat20d any cheap Magnesium tablet for sale!

I came out after spending £27, with, Lemon Toilet spray, Two Thermal long sleeve shirts, and a fleece Pajama set! And a considerable dollop of guilt!

I walked along to the Fulton Foods store, to see if they had any bargains on offer. En route, I decided I must ring Sister Jane and Pete in the morning, to how they are and if Pete has his appointment with the special specialist yet at the City Hospital. It might be a chance for Pete to see an ‘I mustn’t Steal all the monies and valuables from my Brother-in-law when he’s in hospital’, perhaps? Hehehe!

6Sat09I had an idle meander around the Fulton store. But only bought a bottle of sterilised milk, I wanted to try it with the Thompson’s teabags. I paid the lady and plodded down to the bus stops and perused which one was for a city-bound bus that went through Sherwood, and the sign indicated it was due shortly. A number 87 was expected in ten-minutes, so I settled to 6Sat10wait for that one.

WD 171.0.171 The smell from the Arnold District Council waste bin was not very nice.

The bus arrived, a single decker, the type with the deadly slip-offable side-saddle seating installed! And I nearly did a few times en route to Sherwood!

WD 171.0.171 I got off the bus safely enough. I worked out that I had about 20 minutes before the L9 was due. Then hobbling down the hill, the three-wheel trolley-walker hit a crack in the pavement, and I all but went over! Tsk!

6Sat11WD 171.0.171 I had a look at the latest ‘High-Class’ Rikshaw restaurant across to the road. To see if I could spot my first customer ever seen in it, none there. It was so sad to see. The pictures of their food shown on the web are superb. The seven people working there are all young, and the photo of them at the opening, 1Mon 01showing such enthusiasm and hopes is disheartening. Their only mistake was positioning their business in Sherwood. So many other cooked food retailers have gone bust over the last few years. It amazes me that owners do not realise this? Let’s hope for a miracle upturn in trade.

6Sat12I wanted to go into the Mind charity shop to have a look if they had by chance got a DVD of The Negotiator in stock. The Oxfam store next to it. They do have a big selection for sale normally. But I could not get up the steps into the shop with the trolley-guide. Tsk! So I tried going in there, fortunately, a chap helped me out by holding the door open for me, bless him, 1Mon 01as I climbed their step to get in. But it is not as bad as the Mind shop’s is to mountaineer. The Oxfam store was busy inside, and getting about by people and displays, decided me to get back out again. Oddly, the same chap who had assisted me in getting into the shop helped me out again.

6Sat13WD 171.0.171 I fumbled my way up to the bus shelter. Sherwood was a busy place this afternoon. With so many people about, an ignorant scum-bag of an anti-social Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, road in front of the bus stop where people were standing and sitting, to avoid being delayed by pedestrians who filled the pavement behind the bus stop shelter!

He certainly made me jump as the git of an animal shot by, two feet away from my face! If you are reading this you slime-ball – please come round and we can discuss your atrocious, menacing, objectionable, offensive, bullying, unacceptable, antagonistic, belligerent, illegal actions! If you are too scared, frightened out of your wits, or nervous to use the road, or just enjoy scaring old folks, you should not be on a bike! You invertebrate cowardly amoeba! Grrr!

6Sat14The bus arrived, and I struggled on and was soon back at the flats. It was lovely and warm in the link-passage from Winwood to Woodthorpe Court’s lift lobby. But the goose-bumps came out once I was in there. Brr!

IA lady arrived as I was awaiting the lift, both of them were on the 15th floor? We had a little natter and laugh on the way up.

6Sat15I got in the flat and had a wee-wee. Ah! Back to the WAOQ (Weak-All-Over-Quickly) jobs. I got the food purchases on the server-trolley ready for putting away.

Then back for another WAOQ wee-wee?

Full of enthusiasm, I planned my cooking of the expensive Chinese sausage. I decided to cook them with the rice in the saucepan, and the smell as they cooked drove me barmy, it was so aromatically good!

6Sat16No hand-washing today. My thoughts were on this meal cooking and the expected deglutition and my coenaculous delight!

My mouth was watering as I eventually got it served up in the dish. My anticipation and phagomania were rampant…

WDP11LWD 171.0.171 Oh dearie me! What a blunder, faux pas, and excrescence my cooking of the sausages turned-out to be! They tasted raw! In the bin they went! I could have bawled! All that time and expense in buying the links, and again a meal ends up in the waste-tub! I did something wrong that’s for sure. Well, not all of meal this time, just the Chinese sausage. The rice with Hoisin sauce and tomatoes, was actually rather good on its own as it turned out. It got a flavour-rating of 7/10 from me. I must ask my cyber-buddy Tim, what I did wrong, or didn’t do that I should have. (As it happens, in the morning a message was received from the lad, telling me a way to cook, boil the sausages, before adding them to the rice, so that’s the plan for the rest of the sausages for Saturday night’s meal)

The fatigue dawned, and I got a DVD on, the Hustle one, season Two part one on the TV. After only ten minutes or so of short nodding-offs and rewinds, the blessed sleep overcame me… blessedly also, no odd dreams followed!

23:50hrs, I sprang awake in need of a wee-wee… Here we go again, Hahaha!

Inchcockski – Thursday 7th November 2019: Computer Problem, frit me! Intercon not working. Coughing. Wee-wee problems! Oh, dearie me!

1 Nov 07

2019 Tnov 07

Thursday 7th November 2019

Maori: Rāpare 7th Whiringa 2019

0Nov 07

01:30hrs: I woke up, wishing I could recall some more of the dream I’d had. The best bits I remembered, was it all took place underground, in caves, some big some very small, and I was being chased through them. I think in amongst my many perusers chasing after me, was David Nixon and Bruce Forsyth, coffins and pianos were scattered in the more extensive caves. But it may have got mixed up with an earlier dream about me being a sort of mole trying to get up to the surface, but not being able to. Cause it was very confusing. I was confused about the dream. Hey-ho! Not very interesting but there you go.

Anyroad, I stirred into imitation life, and was soon out of the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner. The one that my Xyrophobia-suffering, crooked Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-robbing, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later!) But, his contrition makes him keep promising to return them. Well, what’s left of them and hasn’t already been deposited in his bank account.

WD 50.60.50 As I started to move, I noticed how distorted positions my body was in. Contorted in a way that I could not get the arms and legs in if I was foolish enough to try. It was close to agony getting my onerously flabby body and limbs free enough for me stand up. I gave thought to what could have been in the dream, to make my get like this, but I soon gave up worrying about it, as Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis started showing their displeasure at the movement needed to rise up, four-pronged walking stick assisted from the recliner onto my feet. Then I noticed the state of my left arm. Caused possibly, by it being around my back and sat on when I first awoke?

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4Thu07There were no demands being made for any Porcelain Throne or wee-weeing activity! That was a worry, really. After months of flowing wee-wees, and on waking up Throne needs, today neither? I hobbled through to the kitchen and got the kettle on, moved the hand-washing onto the airers to encourage them to dry, they were still almost wet.

4Thu06The new Magnesium tablets, I thought it would be best taken on two halves, they were so gigantic in size.

WD 50.60.50 The new pill-cutter was brought out to be used for the first time. As you can see by the photographs on the left here, it was not exactly a resounding success. I’ll say! Hehe!

I think it might cope better with flat tablets as opposed to rounded ones, like what the Magnesium bricks are. Tsk!

WD 50.60.50 By the time I’d given up, after ending with a rather masticated tablet and even more crumbled bits of medication than actual pill all over the place, I decided another pill-splitter will have to be bought. Then I had to make another brew to replace the one that had gone cold. Not a problem for me, with the gigundous thirst I currently have on me. I’ve been this way for a couple of days since the catching the cold. Come think of it, with the sore throat, mouth ulcers and the tickly-cough, that might be why I’m not eating, and dishing food for the last two days? Or not. But the lack of wee-weeing concerns, under the circumstance, I’d have more wee-wees would need to be taken, else, where is all the tea going? Cause it sure ain’t coming out of Little Inchy… well only in dribs and drabs, at least I hope it will in consummation, none has yet today!

4Thu08That reminds me, I’ll have a swig of the linctus now.

WD 50.60.50 03:25hrs, I was sure I heard an alarm of some sort, and had a wander around in search of the source, which made me  more aware of the pesky, most nettlesome, infernal humming or droning noise that is all around the building 4Thu08afor the flat 24/7! Found nowt. Grrr!

I took this rather sad and poor, certainly not one of my bestest photographs, of the view out of the unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed new kitchen windows, the ones with the unreachable to clean segments of glass.

4Thu08FI made another brew of tea (fancy that!) and used the different milk I bought yesterday, the organic one. Tasted okay.

At last, I made a start on updating the blog, must get it done ASAP if I am to get out today. Because there are many graphics that I need making and advance templates.

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The sites on the web kept on crashing. I turned everything off, then back on, but didn’t take the power off, and rebooted. Moments later, they crashed again, not all together, but separately, within a minute of each other. WordHippo, Google, WordPress, and so on. I engaged ‘Panic-Defcon-1-Mode’, and felt my world had come to an end! Not angry oddly enough, just heartbreakingly sad!

Firefox asked me which tabs were in use when it went down, I told them via the message box, and hopefully rebooted, or recovering the crashed sites. But it kept repeating the process, and I had to stop and try calmly to see what I could try next.

4Thu11Then the computer became unresponsive, and would not let me close or open anything, the light on the mouse was not showing. Even the Window start button would not let me close anything down safely. So, I opened the mouse, cleaned it, and put new batteries in. Somehow managing not to lose-it entirely as I did so.

Without my computer working, life is not worth living.

Got it back on, turned everything off, rebooted and reset the internet, with a prayer. But Beelzebub and the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lie somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, decided that this would not work, and it didn’t!

Panic had now set-in! I was near the end of my tether, at my wit’s end, in a tizzy. Corybantic and almost foaming at the mouth with frustration!

4Thu13WDP 11hLThen, after rebooting yet again, I went into my Norton and did a defrag. Nothing had changed! One more close-down and reset, then back into Norton. Which this time lit up attention needed button, which I clicked on, and it went through a few jobs and reported that it had saved so much memory, and the computer is now tuned-up. With trepidation, I started the network, which worked and then the Internet again, and opened WordPress – I could have cried for joy, as things were now working once more! I might even have shed a few tears of joy, actually! Don’t laugh! Oh, go on then!

So late in the day, but I got on with the updating of the Wednesday diary. But I was so relieved! The fact that it was gone 08:00hrs by the time I got it completed didn’t matter to me, exhilaration (and amazement) at me getting things working had not expired yet. I got the post sent off at long last!

Around 08:15hrs, I was just sitting letting the previous hours of torment drift from my worry-box, and taking pride in getting through the mayhem, when I heard a sound similar the earlier one that I couldn’t account for, it was so faint. I got the hearing aids in, lest it starts again while I’m looking for the cause.

WD 50.60.50 AS I was walking the corridor, I heard the Intercom buzzing. Was it the INR nurse, I pressed the accept button, and no view came up of the outer foyer area as usually does. No pins worked at all? That’s three, possibly four times this has happened up to now. If it does not come good later, I’ll nip and mention it later, to the Obergruppenfúreress Wardens.

4Thu14WD 50.60.50 I went to make another mug of tea. (This thirst is just not abating at all?) While waiting for the kettle to boil, I moved the handwashing around on the airers, then spotted some marks on the upper cabinet wood near the handle. So I got the Fairy cleaner, sprayed the spots of whatever it was, and trapped a finger in the handle, ridding the wood of the dirt. But it was nothing for a klutzy, blunderous, lubberly, clumsy, uncoordinated, doddering, disaster-welcoming, accident-prone, unlucky, catastrophal geriatric like me. Haha!

WD 50.60.50 About 0945hrs, The Intercom buzzed again. Same thing, no picture, no buttons working. I hope it wasn’t the food delivery or the nurse if it was anyone that is. Cause the screen told me no missed calls. I decided to pop down to the Obersturmführer and Catwalk Model Warden Julie, and or Riechsführeress and Pole Dancer Warden Deana, to let them know. As I got the three-wheeler with the nibbles in it, Josie came to me and said she was having the same problem with her intercom. I said I’m going down to mention it, I’ll let you know what transpires when I get back.

WD 50.60.50 When I got in the lift, a man and woman coming down from a higher floor, said they too had got trouble with their intercom and were going to complain, not mention it. A complaint is not warranted with someone who has no power over what is happening! (I just thought of that as I was typingI should get a mention in the Times, dictionary or something for that quote) Hahaha! Makes me sound almost educated!

WD 50.60.50 As I was walking to the link-passage door, a Nottingham City Homes gentleman was on his I-pod, I-pad, mobile or whatever it was he was using. And I mentioned the situation to him. He thought they were testing or updating the system. Well, it’s never worked properly since installation, and 80% of the tenants (the older ones, like wot I am) with hearing aids can’t hear the buzzer. I asked, Would it come through if someone actually called. It was presumed so! I pressed on the Winwood Foyer and called at the Warden’s Holding cell and Interrogation Office. I mentioned the intercom, the answer was low-key, matter-of-factedly answered. Not sure how long it will be off-line. I handed some nibbles around and made my way back to the intercom-less flat. (Or maybe not, no one knows if it will work if pressed by a proper caller, or how long the disruption will last or seem bothered in the slightest) Hey-ho! I’m too happy at the computer working again, to get all hot and bothered over the intercom. I called at Josie’s and told her the non-news I had gathered about the intercom. 1) They are upgrading the system. 2) They are backing up the system. 3) They are servicing the system. 4) It will take a few hours. 5) We’ve no idea how long it will take. 6) If anyone calls, it should work, but we’re not sure. She did laugh! ♥

4Thu15I finally got around to doing the graphics to let me carry on with the blogging. But it’s going to be a long job, so I had a change of heart, and started on this blog instead.

Hello, it’s looking dark early out there. Ah, it’s raining again.

Crikey, its15:30-hrs already! I got the kettle on again and tried the intercom, but it is still not working? Got on the computer to try and do some graphics.

But first, I got the mushroom and turnip sliced and in the pan, with some vinegar and light Soy sauce added to the water.

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WD 50.60.50 Then, finally, at last, I felt I needed a wee-wee! First if the day, hurrah! I hastened to the wet room, almost full of joy at getting rid of at least some of the fluid that must still stewing-away inside my ever-more bulbous stomach! Well, I’ve never wee-wee’d less, or so painfully in my memory! A new classification needed here. It was a DAPAO: Drip-Pain-And-Pain-All-Over job! I doubt it would have filled an eggcup! Tsk! Ah, well, it’s a start of sorts. I fear that things might well prove even more painful if it ever begins to flow again. In fact, Double Tsk!

I really must start on the graphics now. But, the sudden fatigue ruined my plans. I started coughing, and the sore throat got worse, and I decided I’ll have to do the template in the morning. I hate leaving things until the last minute, but Teddy Tiredness won the day!

I went to the kitchen and got the meal started, real-spare-ribs in the oven, and the mushrooms and turnip cooking in the saucepan. Then I took some pictures of the early evening sky.

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Then got the handwashing done, wrung, and hung! For some reason, the hot water was not as hot as it should have been, but sufficiently so to do the washing. So, just in case the water heater was going on the blink, I filled some saucepans with water and got them on the stove on a low light, so as to have hot water for the pot-washing later. Did you notice that? Sometimes despite the weariness, the brain gets-it-together! I wish the body could do the same! Hahaha!  The pork ribs in sauce in the oven had some Sharwood’s Korean BBQ sauce was poured over it.

I noticed the sky was reddening a bit, so I took some more shots to compare with those taken fifteen minutes earlier.

5Fri005

Red sky at night, shepherds delight. This saying made me thing in the morning when I was updating this blog, and I had a look at some other weather proverbs;

  • Red sky at night, sailors delight. Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning.
  • Red sky at night, shepherds delight. Red sky in the morning, shepherds warning.
  • When rain comes before the wind, halyards, sheets and braces mind, but when wind comes before rain, soon you may make sail again.
  • When dew is on the grass, no rain will come to pass.
  • When halo rings Moon or Sun, rain’s approaching on the run.
  • When the wind is out of the East, tis never good for man nor beast.
  • Cows lie down when it’s about to rain.
  • Pine cones open when good weather is on the way.
  • If the goose honks high, fair weather – If the goose honks low, foul weather.
  • When clouds appear like rocks and towers, the Earth’s refreshed, with frequent showers.

The majority of the proverbs regarding the weather, seem to have grown into rhymes.

5Fri01I got diverted there, sorry.

After yesterdays disastrous vegetarian ‘Ribz’ nosh was thrown away, I felt some doubt when I served up tonight’s proper spare rib in sauce meal. It did not look well presented, I’d put far too much sauce on the ribs, the garden peas and turnip was slightly overcooked, the mushrooms undercooked, and the tomatoes, being out-of-season were a little bitter tasting, but this was expected. Before we joined the Common Market as it was known then, I always looked forward to the arrival of new seasons Guernsey and Jersey tomatoes with great relish. We don’t even see them on the market nowadays! Boo!

In the final analysis, although and despite it looking a mess, I gave it a Flavour-Rating of 7/10. The only down-side apart from the poorly cooked vegetables was the absolute sticky-mess I made of my fingers, chest, belly and mouth, eating the ribs. But I licked the fingers dry, leaving an adhesive coating on them and my tongue, before going to wash the pots and me. Hehe!

I completed the pot washing, and moved, jiggled the drying clothes about a bit. Then took a much needed, but pathetic attempt at a wee-wee. A URPD (Ultra-Resistant-Painful-Dripping) mode. (Why I bothered, I’d get rid of more liquid when shaking Inchy after the event usually! Humph!) But things ain’t usual at the moment. I must get to see the doctor about this before the retained fluid causes my bladder to blow-up!

Despite, or perhaps because of, the day’s anxieties, problems, trials and tribulations, I found it almost impossible to get off to sleep. I was mentally worn-out, wearied and tired enough surely? The ups & downs, and my mind’s thought-blasts kept the brain far too occupied. I don’t know when it was I eventually nodded off but can remember the news coming on the TV, at 23:00hrs! My usual head-down time is around 16:00 > 17:00hrs. So, I’d been up for twenty-three hours of frustrating hassle.

And, the intercom is still not working. Not that this will bother anyone other than the affected uninformed of the situation Nottingham City Homes tenants!

Evenin’ all!