Inchcock – Fri 15 Feb 2019: Sanity, concentration and logicality abscond again! Hehe!

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Friday 15th February 2019

Swahili: Ijumaa 15 Februari 2019

An indoors day today – cause of the rampant wee-wees! Furesomide, Tsk! Hehe!

00:25hrs: I could hardly believe it, I’d had seven hours sleep – and not a single wee-wee! Of course being the confident, positive person I am, I had a feel around where I lay, just in case. But all was well. As this strange fact sank in, the call to the Emergency Grey Wee-Wee Bucket arrived. I got out of the £300 second-hand, circa 1968 rusty rickety and often refusing to work, recliner, and was relieving the situation in the bin within a couple of minutes.

Meanwhile, Flatulent Frank kept releasing some tiny little ‘Escapages of wind from the rear end’ that reeked rather rancidly.  I thought out loud, It’s not going to be a good day again, is it.

5Fri003awd 0.0.255 I now have a new bruise on the right leg though, where I caught it on the Ottoman in my panic to gain access to the Emergency Grey Bucket in time. I also noticed how pale the skin was compared to Thursday morning. Looking at the hands and face, they looked pasty as well.

But, there was terrible itching and burning sensation coming from underneath the plaster on the leg. I reckon that is a good sign, I hope.

By the time I’d took a picture of the pins, I needed another wee-wee. They settled down in the SSSWWs (Short-Sharp-Sensationless-Wee-wees) again. If you just take it for granted that I had one every twenty minutes or so throughout the day. This, will save me a lot of typing, thank you. I’m getting fed up with washing my hands! Humph!

wd 0.0.255 Then, Kidney Ache Kevin kicked off. Oy Vey! Worra start to the day!

wd 0.0.255 I got the kettle on and made a brew. Then I had to make my way to the wet room, and Porcelain Throne. Oh, heck! Another Trotsky Terence style evacuation! This started the stomach aching as well as Kidney Kevin’s pangs! Between the ailments, pains, being flat-bound and this maddening itch under the plaster on the leg… No, I will not let things get me down! He says full of ersatz confidence! Klutz! I made myself sing under my breath and chose Frankie Vaughan’s ‘Don’t Stop, Twist’ to start off with. I went through a repertoire of Adam Faith’s, Billy Fury’s, Cliff Richard’s, Elvis’s, Rick Nelson’s and Nat King Cole’s before I’d finished cleaning up and medicating myself.

 The tea was well cold when I got back into the kitchen. Discountenance was creeping into my outlook. So, I launched into singing Frank Ifield’s ‘Wayward Wind’! Hehe!

Made a fresh mug of the Glengettie tea, and got the Health Checks done.

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4Thu24Mumbling Dean Martin’s ‘June in January’ as I set up the sphygmomanometer.

Ah, good news at last. The Sys has gone down. I still find it hard, despite my believing that it would be, that the dang BP when I went to the doctors yesterday was all fine… Hang on: I’m losing the plot here… Sorry. 

The itching and Kidney Kevin are still going away at their ‘Let’s Annoy the Old Git some more’ routines! I launched into singing Bernard Cribbins ‘Right said Fred’. This singing did not impress Flatulent Frank, as he continued with his releasing little ‘Phwerts’ from the rear end. For once, I hope no one calls at the flat! Phwoor! I’m not all that keen on being in here myself now!

5Fri007I got some mushrooms, carrots, and peas in the crock pot with a spoonful of caramelised gravy granules in the water.

I had a cuppa and some Marmite biscuits for a late breakfast.

I got on with updating the Thursday post and got it posted eventually. An Email had arrived from the surgery in response to me telling them I could not make the 11:50hrs appointment they had made for me next Tuesday. Explaining yet again about my odd sleeping habits and hours.

wd 0.0.255 They returned with this.

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Although this is too late really, I didn’t want to make any bother, so I agreed to Monday at 09:50hrs.

Feeling a bit down now. So, I started off with Nat King Cole’s ‘Unforgettable’.

wd 0.0.255 Then the second Porcelain Throne visit of the day had to be tended to. Again a Trotsky Terence mode of evacuation. More cleaning up to do. Ay-yay-yay!

Back to the computer to make a start on this blog. Had to empty the Emergency Grey Plastic bin and sanitise it, again!

Cheered myself up a tad with Billy Fury’s: ♫ I want to be your lover, but your friend is all I’ve stayed, I’m only Halfway to Paradise… So near, yet so far away… ♫

Went on the WordPress Reader, and the comments section.

4Thu22wd 0.0.255 I went to the kitchen and took the medications. The two half-tablets were Furosemide. ‘Cause I had a full tablet last night. And half a CodiMorph, because I left out the full Codeine and paracetamol, despite the ailments. I was not in as much pain as yesterday and thought it would do me no harm in reducing them. Then, if things get worse later pain-wise, then I can get more effective relief. Does that make sense? No sooner done, than I had to hasten to the Porcelain Throne.

wd 0.0.255 Oh, dearie-dearie me, Trotsky Terence was back with a vengeance! Duodenal Donald and Dizzy Dennis didn’t help make the evacuation any more acceptable. Tsk! What a mess I had to sort out! Huh!

Washed and medicated, and back to the kitchen. I felt in a semi-buoyant mood, why I didn’t know. I even started singing under my breath.

Then, I realised I had not actually taken the morning medications! What a Nebbish! To make things worse, as I took them, the stabbing stomach pains kicked off, and with the Kevin Kidney aches going, I began to feel a little… what’s the word? Erm, er… crappy will do! The pathetic ‘Feeling-Sorry-for-myself’ Mode nearly showed itself. But I managed to just avoid it, by going on the TFZer Facebook page to add photographs and exchange comments.

wd 0.0.255 The wee-weeing alone will ensure this is another go nowhere far from a WC day. Hehe! But I was determined not to let the runs and ailments ruin the day! I shall get caught up on computer work.

The Sys had come down well for the first time this week.

I’d just utilised the Grey Bin, and had to rush back to the Porcelain Throne again!

wd 0.0.255 Where in the heck is it all coming from? Smirk! I knew where it was reluctant to go, though. After flushing, the WC fills up with water oh, so slowly! I had to use water from the sink to encourage things to go down.

4Thu20Could yesterday’s ready-made meal be to blame? The label declared it was Cheese & Bacon loaded Fries. Ingredients: Potato (59%), Milk, mature cheddar cheese (6%), Water, Rapeseed, Monterey Jack cheese (2%), Paprika, Garlic puree, smoked bacon lardons (1%), salt, water. And no fewer than eleven other ingredients/preservatives. But, it did taste great! I shall have to resist repurchasing this, just in case.

But it wasn’t all bad news on this visit. I did manage, with some difficulty, to get my socks and PPs (Protection Pants) on. I had to laugh at myself as I struggled to do so! Good job there is no CCTV in the wet room. Hehehe!

No sooner back in the main room, and the Grey Emergency Bin was topped up yet again! It was getting a bit on the full side now, so I emptied cleaned and disinfected it ready for further use (And it got plenty of that I can assure you!).

In between further wee-wees, I made a start on this blog as far as to here. Then went to update and finish off the long, complicated Thursday post.

I got myself in a bit of mess and pickle with the blogs, when a Dizzy Dennis visit sent my mind all over the place. I hope it comes out alright, and this one. Concentration shot to pieces and mind-confusion reigned!

Health Checks were done.

5Fri31Got the late nosh sorted. I used one of the divided plastic trays to serve it up in. Odd, how the peas that came with the beef were so colourful, and those I did with the carrots and mushrooms in the crock-pot, so dark. But the home-cooked ones tasted much betterer!

By now, I was suffering from the throbbing leg wound and the uncooperative brain. I ate it all anyway (Not the mind… Hahaha!) I found the tray all washed up and no 5Fri33bits in the bin in the morning. Sherlock Inchcock strikes again!

I must have taken this picture of the sun going down, cause I found it in the SD card this morning (Saturday).

This one of the pin and ankle plaster, I do remember taking, though. As I settled down to lay there for hours 5Fri34waiting for sleep to come, I recall looking at the ankle and thinking ‘Would the photo show the throbbing?’ Hehe! I know this doesn’t sound right, but it was like a dull-throbbing that prompted thoughts of worms coming out of the flesh anytime now! Well, I was struggling to concentrate on things.

A terrible not much kip, night – but on the bright side, the Wee-wee demands eased off.

There may be mistakes in the blog – I was still finding concentration hard to come by in the morning when I updated it. If so, sorry about that.

TTFN each, taketh care.

Inchcock – Thur 14 Feb 2019: A difficult to understand, disconcerting, beyond my comprehensibility sort of day. Regrettably!

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2019 Feb 14

Thursday 14th February 2019

Polish: 14 Lutego 2019 r

4Thu03aWd BLACK 23:40hrs. As I woke up, the brain was a torrent of many confused thoughts. A breach of the peace of my mind. I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming or not, but I was musing over my being in a condemned cell, playing Monopoly with a chap I thought was my executioner. The themes changed, but over the next fifteen minutes or so, I always seemed to come back to the distempered brick walled cell, and my being beaten into Monopoly bankruptcy by the hangman. Who incidentally was wearing a pink hood, while the rest of the visions were in mono? The side thoughts and fears were all involving nerterology of some sort. These mystifying ponderations eventually dissipated into the ether, as a wee-wee was required. Luckily, I scribbled some notes on the pad on the Ottoman. For when it came to my writing this blog, all actual memories of any dreaming had gone, apart from the picture of me in the cell, which I tried to reproduce in the graphic above.

Getting my abdominally weighty body free of the second-hand, 1968 rusty recliner, was done with no problems or pains. Amazing how things are so different from one morning to the next?

Wd BLACK Ah, back to the SSDWWs (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wees) again. Always difficult to judge whether they have finished or not, so, extra care was needed to be taken. Tsk!

I went to the computer to turn it on and saw the reminder note hanging on the screen. The Doctor today 0850hrs. Leg problems, falling asleep all the time, kidney pains, Furesomide, and hosiery availability. I put this note into the jacket pocket straight away, so I didn’t forget to take it with me to the surgery and made sure the INR Anticoagulation and Arterial Thrombosis clinic record card was in there too. This made me remember the nibbles for the nurses and staff, so I put them in the bag.

Had another SSDWW, then I got the Health Checks done.

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4Thu01Wd BLACK Aha, I expected this to happen, especially as I am off to the Doctors later; The BP has come down suddenly. Huh! The temperature and pulse are still high though. 

I’d just made a brew of tea, and had to nip off to the wet room to use the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was a bit messy and with a little bleeding.

4Thu001 Wd BLACK When I checked the pins, the blood papsules, welts or whatever they are on the ankle, were a little more vivid this morning. But dry, no leaking at all.

Another SSDWW, they are coming a bit regularly at the moment. Oh, dear!

Made a start on updating the Wednesday blog, and within minutes, another Porcelain Throne visit was required.

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The thought of them coming back!

This one was far less messy and with much less bleeding. However, the aroma that accompanied the evacuation was so strong, I had to shut the window in case it attracted any Scarabaeidae (dung beetles – surprisingly there are 40 species in the UK!) who might have caught a whiff, to join the Weevils in the flat. Hehehe! 

As I wrote this, and not having seen any EIBWBBBs (Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) for a while, I looked up on the web to find out if they hibernate. I found out that: Boll weevils do hibernate in winter and before sleeping they produce many further generations. The female can lay up to 300 eggs over a 10 – to 12 -day period! They come out of hibernation in Spring it says. Argh! I’m glad I’ve got some sprays at the ready for when they relaunch their attacks!

Oh, the memories of my losing battle with them haunt me. The thought that they will return pees me off!

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Got some brekkers. Marmite biscuits with a round of Marmite cheese, and a mug of tea and few Scottish Shortie biscuits to round it off.

Ablution sorted. Did the midday Health Checks in case I am back too late from the surgery.

4Thu04I set off out: the weather was not too cold at all as I plodded down Winchester Street Hill.

Left onto Mansfield Street and first right along Marshall Street and onto Mansfield Road, turning left towards Carrington.

I was feeling pretty good in myself, apart from 4Thu05a few wobbles here and there, but they were not proper dizzies, just a loss of balance. Likely due to the blood pressure, and the water retention in the pins.

I ambled along, no rush, I’d given myself plenty of time to get to Sherrington Park in time.

4Thu05aWd BLACK At the Library, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he sped by me from behind. Too quick for me to get the camera out.

Near the top of the hill crest, an idiot of a disabled scooter rider was travelling on the road in the bus lane! Unbelievable!

Wd BLACK Down the hill and into the surgery. I was instantly cheered when a lady asked me if I was feeling alright! “Fine thank you” I replied, she added: “Well you don’t look it, very pale you are!” I’m not if this was due to the water retention or the Warfarin INR level being so far out.

I logged in and had to nip to their WC for a wee-wee. Back to the waiting area got the crossword book out. But the concentration was terrible, and I didn’t answer many clues today. Dr Vindla came out to call me in.

I thought it would be polite to start with “How do you feel now you’re back from holiday” and threw her a smile…

Busy!” came the reply!

I handed her the notes I’d made of things of concern.

Furesomide: “Have you been taking the Furosemide?” – “No, I’ve run out! – “Why?” – I asked for some and was told it would be best to wait for your return before getting any in case you wanted me to stop them!” Her fingers flashed on the computer keyboard, and she told me that, “A prescription had been sent to the chemist a fortnight ago and not been collected!” Although I had not been informed about this, I felt a right fool!

Showed her the new welts and papsules on the ankle top. She had a poke about and took a swab from the wound. Called Nurse Ann into the room (No nurse Nichole for me today! Sob!) They both had a prod around, and I was informed that after the sample had been analysed in a day or two, I would be contacted to go to a Treatment Centre somewhere, whoever can fit you in, and be examined. Also, they will sort out some support hosiery for you if needed!

I mumbled my thanks to her.

“You can go now,” she said. Pointing to the other door in the room, “That way, and don’t forget Nurse Ann will put a dressing on that wound!” Me: No, thank you very much! Head down and off out and sat in the nurses waiting area.

I was called in and told to sit down! The blood was taken, and I handed her the Anticoagulation record. She took the blood sample and said: “Press hard on that, right!” So I pressed hard on the cotton wool. As she set about putting some cream and a large plaster on the leg wound, which was uncomfortable with my pushing down hard on the arm vein and leaning against the arm on the trolley top to aid the pressure, with the other foot spread out in the opposite direction being medicated. Hehehe! 

The kidney examination and the Shingle injection are both booked for next Thursday, now. And don’t forget to fetch the Furesomides from the pharmacy! “Thank you” I sheepishly replied.

4Thu06I left her some nibbles and departed to the receptionist. Left them a box of the chocolate wheels.

Just so glad to get out.

I made my way to the Chemists in Carrington. Scarily I caught my reflection in the barber’s window: By Gawd the lady was right, I did look very pale! Tsk!

The pretty young lady in the chemist then asked me if I was feeling alright? If I looked that bad and poorly, how come no one in the surgery said anything? Confusion-Mode-Adopted!

I asked for the medications. She looked confused and summoned the pharmacist. He told me that I came in two weeks ago, and I was told that the next monthly prescriptions would be ready around the 2nd March! Yes, I said, but I do not want them, the Doctor told she had sent a prescription for Furesomide… He interrupted: We have not received any prescriptions for Furesomide for you! As I was saying, the Doctor told she had sent a prescription for Furesomide two weeks ago. It’s just that no one told me!

Ah, yes. And then, he went behind his counter and gave the said medications to the pretty girl, and he pretended to look busy and spoke to me no more!

Am I going mad, or did all this really happen to me? No wonder I’m looking pale!

4Thu07I went into the Lidl store and came out with a fresh ready-made dinner, nibble-box top-ups, crispy onions, tomatoes and a bag of very costly, but classy Swedish, or was it Switzerland made nougat. Which, of course, I will limit myself to eating just one cube a day, and not overdo it, cause it has a lot of sugar in it. Ahem!

4Thu06aThis Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist shot by, and I am sure he did not even know or was bothered about how close he came to hitting the lady stood in front of me. Git!

Now a little concerned by my pale appearance and the uncomfortable medical experiences, I caught a bus back to Sherwood, to get the L9, up the hill to the apartments.

The timing looked good. 4Thu08Dropped off in Sherwood and crossed over the road and met resident Roy doing some window shopping.

We tried to have a natter, but both of having low voices and suffering hearing loss, it was a bit ridiculous.

The bus arrived on time and soon had us back at the apartments.

I popped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

With them medics seeing me early and rushing me through, this meant I could catch the last few minutes of the Winwood Social Hour. But, most had left by then. Had a natter with BJ outside the hut, and went in. Jenny was in good form, telling me off for me not telling the doctor people I could not attend Thursday meetings. I did mean to, but the confusion over so many things, appointments, treatments, and ailments is my excuse for not doing it. Hehe!4Thu09

I think maybe I still looked a bit pale, cause Frank and Shirl asked if I was okay, and they don’t usually. I said mt farewells to Cyndy, no, she’d already left, Mo and Shirl, not many other folks in there, and departed back to the flat.

4Thu10As I hobbled along back to the apartment, I took these two pictures. The top one of Winchester Court with Winwood Court on the left in the image.

Then, on the left, a shot of Winwood and Woodthorpe on the far left. 

Met no one on the way up to the number 72. Got in the flat and the first thing that I did was to take a Furesomide, with the other medications. Put the bits away that I’d bought, and got on the computer to update this dairy before the memory faded.

Wd BLACK Ten minutes or so into starting the updating, oh boy, did the wee-weeing start! And they were of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wees), And they came and came for hours and hours. Just one Furesomide tablet has caused me such discomfort it’s unbelievable!

Wd BLACK Little Inchies fungal lesion is now bleeding!

I am now, so irritable with the day, myself, and everything!

4Thu12Wd BLACK Even made a right mess of cooking the Cumberland pie, I dropped it and made a right mess! Substituted it with the Dirty Fries and a pie slice.

Got it prepared eventually. Ate it in misery, having to break off for more wee-wees. Already I’ve had to empty the Emergency Grey Bin!

Even the bloody legs had gone white in support of the face. Now the stomach has started aching, I don’t believe this! I’m fed up! Sorry about that, a little self-pity-sorry-for-myselfness sneaked in there. Tsk!

4Thu20Got the nosh sorted. This was a little hot for my liking, but I still enjoyed it mix. Dirty Chips with various cheeses. I added some tomatoes, roar dried onions and a meat slice with some American BBQ poured on the pastry.

A taste-Rating of 7.9/10 for this meal.

I got settled in the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, with some biscuits and sweeties in case I woke up and wanted a nibble later on.

I recall wondering if I should bother trying to watch some TV… And off into the land of Nod, I drifted.

Not waking for a wee-wee or any other reason for a solid seven-hours! Yet I still woke up feeling tired.

Ah-well! TTFN!

Inchcock – Wednesday 13th February 2019: Novaturient thoughts today!

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2019 Feb 13

Wednesday 13th February 2019

Portuguese: Quarta 13 de Fevereiro de 2019

01:45hrs: After last evenings phone call from the nice sounding lady at the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic (A mouthful that!), I could not get to sleep again. Hence, I woke an hour or two later than usual. Remembering that I have a Morrison order arriving twixt 0700:08:00hrs (Well, having noticed the sign I had left on the TV screen to remind me. Hehe!)I extracted my overburdened with a massive flobby-stomached body from the second-hand, Circa 1968 recliner, and off for a wee-wee. A little stronger and longer variety LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee), this morning.

3Wed001 I felt as if I had had no sleep at all.

WD 0.0.255c Yet, I perked up a bit when I stubbed my toe on the way to the Porcelain Throne, which made me investigate the tootsie and ankle. Thus, I found that the new welt or whatever it is deemed to be was healing up well. Just in time for me to show it to the doctor in the morning. Huh!

The evacuation was not a messy one at all this time. Mind you, I left a reasonably pungent and odiferous scent behind.

To the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.

WD 0.0.255c I had to use the Emergency Grey Bucket cause I thought that the need was going to be urgent. But it wasn’t. It was another LSPDOWW, and this was stung a bit more and took longer to get rid of less fluid. Confused-Mode-Adopted.

I disinfected the bin and washed the dandies, and got back on with the Health Checks.

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BP was still in the high area on the graph. I’d even bet a pound to a penny that when the doctor takes in the morning, it will be down and looking normal. My being a hapless, ill-fated, blighted, unsuccessful, unlucky old wretch, must have its benefits. But I yet to find any.

Other ‘normal ‘people’ just can’t understand or believe me when I tell them! Oy Vey!

3Wed03I took a shot of the morning lights. The photo did not come out very well?

I got on the computer and updated the Tuesday diary.

I turned on the television on the CCTV camera channel so I could see when the Morrison van arrived with the fodder (which I don’t really need, other than the Marmite foods) What a plonka!

3Wed05I stopped doing the blog and got the ablutions done. After which, I got dressed then I got the post finalised and sent off to WordPress. I checked the Emails next. Morrison had informed me that they were substituting their own label bleach with Domestos. So, instead of £1.50, I had to pay £3 for the damned stuff! I was not a happy chappy!

WD 0.0.255c The delivery man arrived. He kept quiet about the substitutions, where they usually tell me and ask if I want to return the substituted goods. But he was running late, so I forgave 3Wed05a1him.

Well, it is the 13th of the month!

I got the stuff put away, and decided to make some cooked meat (Oh yes, I have the smoked belly I bought yesterday I can use) and tomato sarnies, with the seasoned sliced potatoes for nosh later. How about that? Me making a decision! It’s so early in the day, as well. Hehe!

Off for another LSPDOWW; as the wee-wees were going this morning, this one was far less painful but much longer and weaker. I could write a book about wee-weeing when on Furesomide. Hahaha!

Off of the computer, and got the black bags to the waste chute, then made up a white bag of recyclables to drop off on the way out.

WD 0.0.255c I took the bags and got into the elevator. Two floors down and I realised I had not put the hearing aids in. Klutz! Had to go to the ground floor and back up again. Much to the amusement of the chap who got into the lift. Hehe!

3Wed05a1aOut into the chilly, blustery breeze along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Holding cells, Winwood Heights, Untersturmführeress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. A good few folks were in there this morning, which please me, cause it meant I could get a few chinwags in. Lynne, Doreen, Roy, Pete, and others. However, Gruppenführeress and Songstress Deana departed as I entered. But Obersturmführeress Ballerina Julie was in the office, having she replied to my inquiry of how she was today, that her loss of voice was improving. As was Penny’s also. So, good news there.

3Wed05a2Out to catch the bus, a decent sized ganglet of residents at the stop today, for a Wednesday.

I sat next to Mary and had gossip, but only a little one, as I got off a few stops later, on Mapperley top, and hobbled in the much more fierce and cold winds up there, to the Aldi store to get some part-baked sourdough baguettes.

I purchased, corn flakes, mini-eggs, a ready-made meal called Loaded-Fries. Also, German cooked meat, tomatoes and some wafers to top up the Social Hour Nibblebox. And of course, some sourdough baguettes.

3Wed06A few hundred yards along the top, I passed the vacant car sales property. I saw that the windows, previously boarded up, were now cleared. After looking at some stuff inside and taking this photograph of it, I found myself confused as to what the place might be going to be used for. Whatever the animal statue is of, I wasn’t sure. It looked like a bronze pig to me. Any guess what the building might be going to 3Wed06abe used for at all, dear readers?

I thought I’d be glad to turn right down Mapperley Rise when I got there. I was wrong! Fancy that! Hahaha!

The cold, blustery winds were blowing up the hill into my face. Brrr! I thought I was going to get blown back up the incline. 

3Wed07When I got to the turnoff for Chestnut Walk and the flats, the sky seemed to brighten up a lot, and the howling winds changed to just a chilly breeze.

British weather, eh?

As I walked further down the hill to Winwood Heights and home, I stopped to take a picture of the Winchester Court block.

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It still tickles me when I look at the lettering on the new sign on the side of the block, reading as ‘WI HESTER COU’, Hehehe! Craftmanship that! And the building is looking all new and spit and polished as well.

The need for a wee-wee suddenly became severe! Oh, dear!  I was in a blur as I hastened as fast as my fluid-filled legs, bad ankle and wobbly overhanging belly would let me, to the flat and a wee-wee! Ah!

After the wee-wee, I put the food away and got on with updating this post. In between a good few weak-wee-wees, that goes without my saying really. Tsk!

Did the Health Checks and imbibed the medications. Got the oven warming, for the potatoes later on.

Back to the updating of this post.

3Wed09Worn-out and tired now. Poor old sausage.

I got the nosh prepared and served up. Sliced potatoes, chicken sausages, tomato sarnies. Apple, Marmite cheese, and biscuits!

I felt so tired but ate most of the food. Taste Rating of 9/10 granted. Hehe!

3Wed10Last Health Checks and meds were done and sorted.

I thought I’d take a snap of outside below the kitchen window.

Off ccourse, with the old windows, one only had to turn the farm and clean gently forward to take pictures of this area. With these unwanted light and view-blocking new window layout, the procedure is:

  1. Go to the spare room, stubbing your toes as you go, and collect the step ladder and take it to the kitchen and place near the window next to the heater that had to be moved and left holes in the wall and floor that need to be paid for to put right.
  2. Make sure you have got your wristlet alarm on, and have made your last will and testament out, so you do not have to worry when you topple off of the stepladder, or out of the window.
  3. Open the window; the mechanism usually works after several attempts.
  4. Wedge it open to prevent the wind from blowing back cracking you on the head again.
  5. Place the steps as close as you can to the wall, climb to the top step so you will be able to see far enough out to view what you are about to photograph, and hope you don’t get a dizzy spell.
  6. Tie the camera to your hand for fear of dropping it, and contort your old limbs and outstretched arm far enough out so you can see over the sticking too far-to-far out ledge.
  7. Using one hand, as your other one will be needed to balance your body in hopes that you do not fall off of the steps…
  8. Take your photograph.
  9. Bang your elbow retrieving your arm and camera.
  10. Close the unwanted new window. This operation can also take a few tries to get the mechanism to close. Try to trap as few fingers as possible as you do so.
  11. Climb down the ladder, and try not to swear as Arthur Itis gives you agony in your knees and Back-Pain-Brenda joins in with him.
  12. Close the stepladder, usually trapping a few fingers.
  13. Take them back to the spare room, taking off the skin from your knuckles as you go through the door, and place them near your collection of Billy Fury LPs.
  14. Return to the kitchen, collect your camera and take it to the computer, to transfer pictures to your blog.
  15. Open the camera… to find you had forgotten to put the SD card in…
  16. Repeat actions from 1 to 14, possibly 15.

Had a rinse and did the teggies.

3Wed12The papsules on the ankle seemed to be getting better quickly, now. As I said earlier, just in time for me to see the doctor in the morning. Humph!

I settled to watch some TV. I even managed to stay awake for half-an-hour of Boon!

Zzzz!

 

Inchcock – Tue 12 Feb 2019: Intermittent logicality prevailed today… but not for long, Hehe!

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2019 Feb 12

Tuesday 12th February 2019

Portuguese: Terça-Feira 12 de Fevereiro de 2019

23:20hrs: I was up and out of the dangerously clunking when in motion £300 second-hand recliner and having a wee-wee; all within two minutes or so of waking! And with no pain or injuries as well! I impressed myself.

WD 51.0.0 The wee-wee was of the SWDWW (Short-weak-dribbling-wee-wee) variety. It took longer to perform though, cause not knowing if the pathetically weak dripping had finished or not, it needed many pre-checks, and that is not easy when things are hidden by a massive, even more-bloated than usual overhanging kishka that blots out your view, I can tell yer! And, I could sense things splanchnic-wise, were brewing up for a probable surprise for me later. Tsk!

I got the kettle on, and just as the last two mornings, had to divert to the wet room for Porcelain Throne duty. The evacuation went like this: Push, phwert, splatter, splash and all done! I must have broken my own speed-record with this sloppy, messy job!

WD 51.0.0 But, the Little Inchy fungal lesion had been bleeding badly overnight again, that need the most attention, cleaning and medicating. A few silent Arghs, Winches and Naughty words later, I’d completed the medicationalisationing. Hehe!

2Tue05Back to the kitchen, this time spotting the moon outside, that made the view pretty to me. So, I got the old Sony camera (the new Lumix is now getting grey spots on every photo I try to take, Grumph!), and made this photograph.

I can maybe use this one as a background for future morning thoughts odes.

I made a start on the Health Checks.

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2Tue03The BP seemed to be keeping high lately.

But, the pulse has steadied down a smidge at last.

WD 51.0.0 When I came to taking the medications, it became apparent that I had missed taking last night’s dosages. Schlemiel! So I just took the Warfarin and Simvastatin, and I will take the morning med’s later, to avoid repetition of the same tablets.

After I had got the computer on and started to update the Monday post, I found myself singing under my breath to myself. So confusing this, especially when one cannot think of any reason why this cheerfulness should suddenly appear? Haha!

I took me around four hours to get the diary finished, with so many photographs to sort out.

I made another brew of tea and took the morning medications.

I put some of the photographs on Pinterest. Perused the WP reader. Then went on Facebooking, a mammoth task as I had not been keeping things up to date on it. All things being interrupted occasionally by SWDWWs.

Getting late on now, I’ll get some breakfast methinks.

2Tue06WD 51.0.0 The damaged old pins (legs) felt a touch sore as I investigated them. One with more fluid than the other again. The new welts, papsules, growths whatever they are, seemed to be a lot less inflamed. The reddening remained bright.

Bin bags made up and readied things to go out. Got the ablutions tended to.

WD 51.0.0 Unfortunately for me, I’d left the hot water tap running in the kitchen sink while I had the shower! Luckily for me, I had had the shave first, before the water ran cold. What a Nebekh I am!

2Tue07Took a snap of Willmott Dixon’s Perambulator Paulius as I passed by.

Off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Holding cells. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from. Interrogation cell, rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Where, I listened to some good innuendos, threats, poo-pooing and laughter in the ensuing chinwags. Penny (Her throat still sore and voice creaking, bless her), Deana, Doreen, Cyndy, Brenda, Roy, and others all seemed in good form this Tuesday morn.

2Tue09Out to catch the L9 bus to Daybrook and the Sainsbury store in search of the Marmite biscuits. I chatted with Caroline from the care home at the end of Chestnut Walk on the way. She told me of her holiday she’d just got back from.

Dropped off of the bus right outside the Sainsbury store, and had a good wander 2Tue08around. I inquired of a bloke if they had any of the Marmite biscuits on sale. After he kindly had a look around without finding any on the shelves, he said, no. I got to the self-serve tills with, Lemon Drizzle biscuits, scratchings for the nibble box, Viennese whirls, and a Warburton’s sliced 2Tue10milk roll loaf.

Then a little hobble into Arnold.

Where I called at the Chamber’s Butchers to check-out if they had any of their home-cooked smoked sliced belly slices. Which they did, and looked nice and fresh. So I bought a few slices. Not cheap, but excellent flavour!

2Tue10aGot into the Asda store and had a good wander around in search of bargains.

I ended up buying some of the seasoned sliced potatoes, a leek, a carrot, parsnip and the most expensive tray of diced lamb I’ve ever bought in my life. £4, I say, £4! For just a little bit of lamb bits! But it did look so good. I decided to make a lamb stew for today’s nosh. Hence, the 2Tue11vegetables purchased. Self-indulgence can be very warming to the soul, but annoying to the bank manager! (I might use this on the thought of the day graphicalisation for tomorrow?) Hehe!

I made my way up to the bus stop shelter, and a chap from Winchester Court arrived. We had a 2Tue12anatter, he’d just been to Asda as well.

The bus arrived and we on our way home.

As we passed by one of the Nottingham City Hospital’s car parks, I tried to take a shot of it through the bus window, to show how big and 2Tue12bfull it was. But I was too low down to show it how it was.

WD 51.0.0 As the bus was waiting to get over the Ring Road island and I took this picture of the traffic, I felt that dreaded warm-wet sensation from Little inchies fungal lesion area. Oh dearie me! So glad I wear the protection pants at times like this! The brain wasn’t concentrating one much apart from getting back and 2Tue12csorting things out, now.

But I did manage to take this busy photograph of the Willmott Dixon men on Chestnut Walk when I got of off the bus and rushed with all manageable haste, and risking life and limb back to the apartment.

I feel sure I chatted with Doreen on the way back, leaving her to take a rest in the lobby, bless her.

WD 51.0.0 As I got inside, a wee-wee was needed as well. Oh, what a state I was in. Tsk! Blood all over the pants and legs… no, I won’t go into any other details. I’ll just mention that it was a messy and painful job wee-weeing, cleaning up and medicationalisationing things. Humph!

Got the Health Checks and medications sorted. Put the fodder away. Had another wee-wee and checked the emails in case the surgery had changed anything else appointment-wise.

2Tue12dI got the lamb stew prepared and on the boil then simmering. Plenty of fresh vegetables with it today. Turnip, parsnip, leeks, tomatoes, carrot and a small tin of marrowfat peas went into the pan with the lean lamb chunks. Seasoned with a drop of distilled vinegar, lamb and mint gravy granules and some tomato passata. A sprinkle of basil added as an afterthought.

I decided to simmer this for two hours on low 2Tue12eheat. Of course, this meant the need for some plan of action to be formulated and actioned, on how not to fall asleep! I reckon all the ingredients must have cost me around £6, which is a lot for a bowl of stew.

I took this shot from the unwanted kitchen window. But I can’t understand what the bottom right things can be? Back to the plan…

I ended up setting the timer (Not that I can hear it), but I might see it if I left in near the recliner where I settled to watch two episodes of the A-team, while the stew cooked. Also, I wrote a reminder note in big letters and hung it over the computer screen. Then, managing not to nod off at all (Smug-Mode-Adopted!). On each commercial break, I checked on and stirred the gastronomic concoction in the saucepan. A rather cunning plan that worked and kept me awake, I might add! Super-Smug-Mode-Embraced, Hehehe!

2Tue12fThe bowl of stew did not look very special or attractive. Not culinarily artistic. And the washing things up afterwards took an aeon!

However, every scrap of juice and content was devoured, along with the assistance of some milk roll bread. Lipsmackingly flavoursome it was too!

A Taste-Rating of 9.2/10!

I washed the bits and started to watch Boon on the box. But I fell asleep.

WD 51.0.0 Later, I was woken by the flashing light on the landline. I struggled, groped and fought my way out of the £300 second-hand Circa 1968 recliner, an got to answer the phone in time. It was a lady from the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic at the Queens Medical Centre. Being only half awake at the time, I’m not sure if I had to remember anything of the conversation. I know they were worried about my INR Warfarin level not being under control. I believe they questioned me about the medication taking time, my sleeping times and about the kidney pains. There was something about the doctor appointment, but the memory is confused about that part.

Took me hours to get back to sleep.

Inchcock – Mon 11 Feb 2019: Stravaiged around the City Centre today. Photographs.

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2019 Feb 11

Monday 11th February 2019

Samoan: Aso Gafua 11 Fepuari 2019

23:30hrs: After another broken nights sleep, I woke and needed a wee-wee.

WD 84.0.84 As I lowered the £300 second-hand 1968 built, approaching-antique, rickety recliner, one heck of ‘Clunk come Thud’ nearly bounced me out of it! Shook me a bit that did! The wee-wee did not feel an urgent one, though. I continued with the button pressing again, and it all went smoothly. When I say that, I mean as smoothly as the chairs mechanism is usually, although that is not smoothly exactly… I’m making a mess of this statement ain’t I. A spot of acataphasia there, sorry. I checked on the new welt on the ankle, and later made up this photograph of yesterdays and this morning to see how it is coming along.

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Well, it’s certainly prettier than it was on Sunday. Hehehe! Less swollen too. What it was, or is, remains one of the mysteries of my existence. It seems to be clearing up, so quickly as well? Also, I think the fluid-retention is going down as well. But, we’ll see how it goes.

The wee-wee, was for once the same as yesterday, of the VSWWW (Very short Weak-Wee-wees) variety. Unhappily, Little Inchies Fungal lesion had been bleeding a fair bit.

I made a brew of Glengettie tea, and as I was about to put the milk in, I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne, on which I found myself excogitating over, of all things, different types of blood and why does mine seem to change colour, well shade, so often? It always comes out the same deep red/maroon each week when the sample is taken for the INR Warfarin test. But when it escapes when I cut myself, or Haemorrhoid Harold or the Fungal Lesion haemorrhages, the colour seems different to me?

WD 84.0.84 I did what I could to clean up Little Inchie and medicate things – Oh boy, it makes you wince, this job does!

I antisepticated the hands and contact points, and back to the kitchen to throw away the now gone-cold mug of tea and make another one. I’m a bit of a maleurous character, you know! Tsk! Still, I mustn’t make a foofaraw about it.

Got the Health Checks done, and made up last weeks record on Excel.

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1Mon01aCrikey; had the pulse shot-up!

Last week, it had increased a fair lot, I had it up to 95 a few times, but today’s 103 broke the all-time record!

At least I know the metal and plastic Aorta valve replacement is working! Maybe too well for some reason. Why, though?

I got on with updating the terrible Sunday diary. Getting it finished after a lot of unwilling concentration was used up.

WD 84.0.84  The aching kidney area pains kept starting off, sometimes for only a few seconds, others for ten minutes or so, and then clearing up. Another Inchcockian Mystery! I went on the WordPress reader and then began this blog.

Three hours or so later, I made a pot of porridge for breakfast.

Got the black bags and recycling made up ready to take out with me.

Got the ablutions sorted out. Readied the things and set out on my way in search of some Glengettie tea bags and Marmite biscuits.

1Mon06The Willmott Dixon sub-contractors were out in force this morning.

I poddled along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Guards/Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like 1Mon07crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

The workers were busy at the Winchester Court end of the road too.

1Mon07aI took a long distance shot over the top of a parked car of Willmott Dixon’s InCharge Ian as I got further along.

WD 84.0.84 Lynne arrived as I got there, and had a little chinwag. It seems that a throat bug had hit our community. Gruppenfurheress Ballerina and Warden Julie had copped for a dose. Several tenants had lost their voices I was told.

WD 84.0.84 I decided to walk down Winchester Street and catch a bus into town. Said my cheerios, and off I went. Not very far though, I’d forgot my card for the Audio clinic. Tsk! So, I hobbled back to the flat to collect it. I met Mary on her way to the hut, and we passed pleasantries.

WD 84.0.84 I could not find the card in the flat! So, I’ll have another search later, so, no collecting the hearing aid batteries today, then.

I met Jenny on my way back to the hut. I might as well catch the L9 now. But Jenny, another victim of the Winwood Court bug, was croaking a bit with her throat infection, bless her. Had a chinwag or two with the other tenants as we waited for the bus. I did rather well with the crosswords en route. Funny how this can happen. I flicked through the unfinished puzzles, that I had been doing for months, and got a few answers in. Another day, I would get none solved? One’s frame of mind at the time, I suppose.

I got into town and alighted the bus with the other residents, and made my way to the Waitrose store to see if they had any Marmite biscuits on sale. On the way, I noted that the closed down Pound World shop was now occupied by Poundstretchers. This momentarily lifted my hopes of getting some Glengettie tea bags as I entered the place.

But, no! They didn’t have any in. But, they did have some stuff to tempt me to buy, which I did. Tut-tut! The ‘Wheels’ chocolate packets had a variety of flavours, and I got four packets of them, to use at the Social Hour, cause the clan seemed to love them last week. Some instant potato with onion, in pots too as well. I got two packets of shorties besides. I met Mary inside, and we poddled around together, nattering as we went. Mary will be moving soon, to some other flats in Sneinton, where the heating costs are around half of what they are at Winwood Heights. Can’t be helped that, the Nottingham Heating System does not reach as far as Sherwood. Shame, but there you are.

1Mon07cI left Mary as I went into the Waitrose shop, to have a look for the Marmite biscuits. But, they did not have any, so I left and made my way down Milton Street, across the lights and along Clumber Street.

THe Nottinghamians did not seem to be in a happy state of mind at all today. Mind you, it is a Monday. Hehe!

1Mon07dWD 84.0.84I walked down to the end and onto Long Row. Having to avoid several of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists on the way.

The Slab Square had the Nottingham Eye up again. I think it was being tested before opening to the public.

But it was too early in the day for me to have a go on it, not opened yet. I stood at the side of the Council House steps and tried to take a panoramic shot across. But the resulting picture came out with a third of it as just black? So I had to trim it to get this dismal effort of a representation below.

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I read that the population of Nottingham is estimated at 332,700. See here how they rush cheerfully along, smiling, happy and contented. Hehehe!

1Mon09I went forward a few paces and turned to my left to take the next photo, from the back of one of the Council House Lions.

Looks a bit sparse of the populace, doesn’t it?

WD 84.0.84 I had a visit at this stage, from Dizzy Dennis. Luckily the cement lion was at hand to support myself with from going over. Phew! It didn’t last long, though.

I decided to head for home. I poddled up Queen Street and took some photographs of the Nottingham buses. So I can post it on the TFZ site for Sandie and the gals to have a look at.

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1Mon13Plodded to the top of the road and I took a picture along Upper Parliament Street. Rarely, have I seen fewer vehicles on this stretch of the road during a weekday.

I did note that a lot of people seemed to be wearing white shoes today? Just thought I’d mention it like.

1Mon14I then snapped this shot of a view from the top of Queen Street. Once again, the lack of Nottinghamians was concerning.

No street sleepers at all? Ah, but that could be understandable for a Monday. Many of them will still be in bed at Mummy and Daddies, perhaps? Or in a taxi on their way to the 1Mon15pitches, having stocked up with the required accoutrements with Daddies bank card? Mmm!

One last City photograph was taken, of Little John’s bell tower above the Council House. A bit of a moody one as it turned out?

I caught the L9 bus back to the flats and even solved a few more crossword clues on the ride. Smug Mode Adopted!

Back at the flats, I popped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Holding cells. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. I gave Lynne a caramel flavoured box of the ‘Wheels’ to hand out, and we had a little chinwag.

As I left to go home, I met Penny also on her way home. She was still suffering from her throat infection bug, bravely, bless her. We parted, after a chinwag in the lift, and I got into the flat, feeling drained for some reason.

Got the Health Checks done and got the oven heating up.

WD 84.0.84 I had an in-depth rummage around for the Audi Clinic card. No luck!

Got the Cumberland pie in the oven.

WD 84.0.84 I had another in-depth rummage around for the Audi Clinic card. No luck!

Added a part-baked baguette to the tray in the oven.

WD 84.0.84 I had yet another in-depth rummage around for the Audi Clinic card. No luck! Depression Mode Adopted!

1Mon16Got the last Health Checks done.

Served up the meal. Cumberland pie, beans with passata and BBQ flavouring and a baguette to soak up all the juices. Marvellous flavour.

A limoncello dessert to round it off.

A taste rating of 9.2/10 for this one.

I got the pots washed, had a wash and settled down earlier than usual for watching the TV. A bit of success today, I got through an entire episode of the A-Team without falling asleep! Oh, Yes!

WD 84.0.84 But as for London’s Burning, Boon and Rumpole of Bailey, no chance! I’d nodded off as London’s Burning was starting and that was that! Hehehe!

Inchcock – Tuesday 5th February 2019: Medical mayhem. So nothing new there, then. Hehe!

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2019 Feb 05

Tuesday 5th February 2019

Hawaiian: Pepeluali 5 Feberuari 2019

WD 51.51.153 23:15hrs: The instant I woke, the brain engaged a panic mode and instructed me to escape the clutches of the oh, so comfortable and warm £300 second-hand, 1968 rusty recliner and get my well-padded, broad-in-the-beam, blobby-bulky body to the Emergency-Grey-Bucket ASAP. The wee-wees had turned back into SHSWWs (Short-Hosepipelike-Sensationless-Wee-wees) again. I even found myself looking up afterwards to see if any splashback had reached the ceiling! 

I went to make a brew of tea, and the regular as clockwork recently call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room. The evacuation was a large messy one – No time for reading the Victoria Wood biography book on this visit.

The inspection of the pins found that both legs seemed to be less a little filled than last night. At least I think so. Amazing how these Furosemides are so quick and effective, after taking just the one tablet yesterday. But looking back on Monday, it was in the afternoon when they blew-up so. I’ve still got one pin fatter than the other one, though. I am getting confused with my thinking now.

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Also, I’ve not had my shower and tried to get the socks on yet. The sheer effort and pain of doing sock fitting yesterday remained vivid in my mind. Dread Mode Adopted.

But, I felt no ignavia or ambivalence, even a touch of sang-froid lingered for a while until I clouted my elbow bending down to get a bottle of disinfectant for the Emergency Grey Bucket. Haha!

A good clean up, and back to the tea-making. Then I got the Health Checks done.

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WD 51.51.153 BP high again, at least its been consistent so far this week.

I got the computer going to make a start on the Monday post finalisationing. Well, blow me down; Back to the Porcelain Throne! The evacuation was just like the first one but with a far higher volume? There was no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold this time either.

WD 51.51.153 Back to the updating of the blog. Which took me a few hours to complete and send off to WordPress. Interspersed with many SHSWWs and the need to empty and sanitise the Emergency Grey Bucket as well. Tsk!

Went to make another brew of tea, and realised I had not taken the morning medications yet. Klutz! So I did, but not taking a Furesomide, I’ll leave that until I get back from the surgery. I might have problems holding things back on the walk to Sherrington Park as it is. Thinking about it, yesterdays chronic pains form the lower right side of the back, just might have been caused by my trying to keep on to things too long, maybe, perhaps?

I went on the WP reader, then made a start on this post.

2Tue06Brekkers with a difference, today. Sharwood sweet & sour noodles, Polish sourdough bread and a potent brew of Glengettie tea! And, I enjoyed it, too!

With trepidation, I got the ablutions started. This time, in fear of the sprinkler not working, I started with the shower first for a change, and it worked fine. Another Woodthorpe Court Mystery! As Tim Price says: “I think your flat is somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the space/time continuum!” I wish I’d thought of saying that! Hahaha!

Then I got the teggies done and shaved. Medicated the areas in need, and got dressed with the greatest of effort and not a little pain. (The damned getting the socks on and keeping the fluid-filled balloon-like heavy reluctant to bend legs up high enough while keeping one hand on the wall, so I don’t tumble over, and getting the sock on, using the other hand, is I assure you, one of the hardest tasks of the flipping day!) I feel this activity will prove my downfall soon. So demanding a job, it is. Moan over!

I made up a small recycling bag and a couple of black ones of waste and took them to the waste chute while I thought of it. Then gathered the paperwork and list of things to remember and set out on my little hobble to the doctor’s surgery. This is the route taken.

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2Tue07The Winwood Court new building is coming along. Not much exterior work to be done, mostly inside jobs left, fitting out the forty-three or so Extra-Care flats and the Oberstgruppenführeress Warden’s resident-holding-cells and offices, now. Hehehe!

Not too cold this morning, no rain or fog either. 2Tue08But the ground underfoot was, to say the least, a bit dodgy in places along Chestnut Walk.

The ball of the left foot was giving me a lot of hassle with the sharp pains. During the day, this aggro seemed to come and go. Another Mystery!

2Tue09Walking down Winchester Street hill to Mansfield Road, I noticed that the other Mystery, the white patterned Nottinghamian Street Art ladies shoes, had been moved several feet and the poo remained inside one of them? Hmm!

I pressed shufflingly on. I was going so slow, 2Tue10even I recognised it, and the limping got worse when it came more painful to use the left heel at times. Particularly when going uphill. I felt a right handicapped old git. I must have looked a little pathetic to others, so slow and gingerly, did I move.

2Tue10aShuffling along the main road the traffic was jammed.

Up the hill, and I came across some more Nottinghamian Street Art. Tsk!

My pace was slowing all the time. I decided to book an appointment today to see Dr Vindla so I could explain things to her about the water retention and the side-effects of the Furesomide tablets when I get to the surgery. 

2Tue11Nearing the top of the brow of the hill, this nescient, obnoxious, uncaring, dangerous, indifferent, unconcerned, casual, blasé, menacing, and threatening Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came from behind me, very close to my body, making me jump. He cycled across the pelican-lights to the other pavement, stopping the traffic, not that they were moving much, though.  I took a rest from the painful limping along and watched him as he did so. But my prayers were not answered, and no car hit him, and he didn’t fall off of his bike either. Tsk! Ah-well!

2Tue11aWalking a bit better after the rest, over the hill and down into Carrington I plodded.

I called into the chemist to confirm when I could pick up the next prescriptions. March 4th was given to me.

Then went into Lidl and got mini-tomatoes, yoghourt, cooked meat trimmings, a pork pie and some Sopocka. £10.74 worth. The best story of this shopping tale is of my efforts on the self-serve checkout! I was doing well until it got to the pork pie… the red light came on, and a mechanical voice spoke to me. But it was so low, I could not understand what was being said? After a few minutes, I considered leaving the stuff, as no assistance had arrived. When one did come, the red light mysteriously turned back to green? He spoke to me in a low voice, but I could not understand him either. So he raised his voice as he got annoyed – still not recognisable, and he shot off. Oh, dearie me!

Delayed by this farce, I feared I’d get to the surgery late for the appointment. But I got there with minutes to spare. The atmosphere in the reception seemed much lighter for some reason. I asked for some more Furesomide and quickly told her of the problem, and could I have an appointment to see Dr Vindal. She was on holiday! No decision about any surgical socks being granted could be made by any locum. So after much banter and my getting confused by all the things I was being told. I thanked them, just as Nurse Nichole arrived to collect me.

It’s such a pleasure to be treated by someone like Nichole. A chinwag and laugh were enjoyed because the bleeding just did not want to stop after taking the blood. I mentioned my problems to her. Thanked her, gave her a nibble and departed. She followed me and spoke with the receptionists about me. It turned out that they had made an appointment for me to see my doctor, for Thursday after next, on the 14th of February at 0850hrs. Then, 0900hrs for my Shingles Innoculation. Then 0915hrs with the nurse for my INR blood test! That’s unfortunately cocked up my Winwood Social hour for that day! She wrote down all the times for me. Then she asked me to fill in a questionnaire about today’s visit satisfaction. So, I did. I dropped the pen, and was struggling to pick it up, a young lady shot over and picked it up for me. Bless her! I thanked her muchly. Handed in the now filled-in form with the receptionist’s nibble bag, and off out.

I checked the time, it was 55 minutes before the L9 would arrive in Sherwood. No rush then, I foolishly decided to walk back instead of catching the bus. Started the limp back, with a bit of confusion in my head. Had I ordered the Furesomide or not?

2Tue12aI had a look in Charity Shop in Sherwood near the Library. Didn’t buy anything.

When I came out, this animal of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist weaved speedily through a crowd of folk at the bus stop and sped off up Mansfield Road. The Swine!

2Tue12bI continued my way along, now in the wrong frame of mind over the git on a bike incident!

I called in the Continental Food Centre and had a wander around. I came out with a mandarin fruit, Strawberry filled croissant, (I’ve never tried these before – they were horrible!) and a large potato to make some cheesy baked out off!

From there, I limped up to Winchester Street, to catch the bus up the two stops back to the flat, my foot and legs would never have made it walking back up without too much pain for me.

2Tue12dSomeone had even created a piece of Nottinghamian Street Art on the bus stop, by sticking an emptied Pizza Box behind it! Some people!

I caught the bus, and Mo, Doreen and Pete were all sat near where I did. I little natter for the short distance home was enjoyed. Dorren shot in the hut, Pete belted off at a high rate of knots leaving Mo and me to walk back to Woodthorpe Court, and have more laughs and chinwagging.

I stayed down with Mo as she took a breather in the lobby seat. Doreen caught us up, and an excellent entertaining nattering session ensued. Olive came down to collect her washing, and the laughs did flow between us all. In the lift with the gals, and on the way up that dreaded tightness that indicates the desperate need for a wee-wee arrived. I explained to Olive and shot off to the wet room in the flat.

Having not taken any Furesomide yet today, the wee-wee was an SSPWW style.

I did the Health Checks belatedly and took the medications. Not taking any Furesomide, or I would be up all night using the Emergency Grey Bin! Tsk!

I got the potato nugget in the oven. Put the fodder away and wrote down the dates for the appointments on the pad to add to the diary in the morning. Then, as I was sure I would fall asleep early after the excesses of the day, I did the last Health Checks, so as not to miss them later.

2Tue12fI prepped the meal plate and made the sandwiches ready to add the nuggets later.

The meal looked a bit bare, but it wasn’t, I’d laid it out on a plastic serving tray instead of a plate.

It was still far too much for me to eat anywhere near all of it. Humph! I’d have thought I’d had had more appetite after the walking and hassle I’d been through today. Most of it ended up in the waste bin. Shame!

2Tue12eI checked out the pins. They were no worse, perhaps even a little better than this morning? How typical of my luck, just when I get an appointment to see the doctor! Still, things with the legs and feet have been changing almost daily lately, so I’ll see how they go. Not to fret!

A fantastic range of some of my favourite programmes was on TV today. The A-Team, Londons Burning, Boon and then Pie in the Sky!

I got the washing up done and was settled down in the £300 second-hand, 1968 vintage rusty vintage 1968 recliner as the A-Team started… I lasted about five-minutes before dropping off. I woke as London Burning was finishing. I did better with Boon, I stayed awake until the first set of adverts came on. Woke about ten-minute into Pie in the Sky, nodded off and woke again, watched a few minutes and off into the land of nod again, woke when the credits were rolling down the screen. Pee’d off with myself, I turned off the telly and waited for the mind to start with its worrying, fretting and panicking… but no… I nodded off again into the bliss of sleep, and woke hours later, without having the need to wake and release any wee-wees at all!

Inchcock – Monday 4th February 2019: Fears, worries and a frantic-feast of fundamentally flummoxing clap-trap of thoughts arrived. Humph!

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2019 Feb 04

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Monday 4th February 2019

Dutch: Maandag 4 Februari 2019

WD 0.0.255c 23:45hrs: I was not in good fettle physically when I woke this morning. Duodenal Donald and a new ailment (pains in the left side of the lower back of the chest), were all giving me grief. Maybe I had been laying in an awkward position? I remained motionless as I awaited the brain to join me in activating. The moment I moved to reposition myself to release some bodily-gas, Back-Pain-Brenda had a go at me too! This was peeving, considering how yesterday, I woke up almost ailment free of pains, Humph!

The maneuvring of my body with its substantial, onerous attached belly from the £300 1968 rickety recliner, was the complete opposite of yesterday, as well. My arising into a semi-perpendicular position can be best described as being done painfully and wearily.

Once up and moving, the right leg gave me some aches, more than pains, around the ankle, heel, and knee. I’ve noticed this in the past few days on and off.

Off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks and medication taking sorted.

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1Mon01WD 0.0.255c The BP seemed a little high again, although it had been a lot higher at times last week. Every time I mention this to the doctor or nurse, she does a check, and it is always within an acceptable range when she does! Ah, well!

I got on the computer, using Excel, to update the graph above.

Off to the wet room to visit the Porcelain Throne. A not too messy, but prodigiously sanguinary affair, crimson red blood from the rear end, that shook and surprised me a bit. No signs of any EIBWBBBs Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, dead or alive. I had a little cogitabund with myself over this situation. Had I beaten them at last? Have they retreated? Do they hibernate? Whichever, I was pleased to see the back of them. Mind you, the tricky things have fooled me before by not appearing for days, then they come back again!

1Mon01aWD 0.0.255c Then I checked out the pins (legs). Now, it is the right leg that is fluid filled more than the left one, as was the situation yesterday morning?

Am I going mad? This surely can’t happen, can it? Have I got it wrong somewhere and misunderstood on Sunday’s checks?

A new scratch mark or long thin papsule above the left knee, was not there last time I looked? Confused is not a strong enough word to describe how I feel now. Hehehe!

I remembered I must get to the dentist today, to pay them the money I owe them, too.

Back on the computer, and updated the Sunday blog. Got it all done by 01:56hrs and posted off to WordPress.

Went on the WP Reader section. Then made a start on the Thought for Today, then tackled creating this post.

The wee-wees were often, but of such little content and painful, I considered if I should take a Furosemide or not, but decided against it, with me going out for a bit of a hobble to get some bread and pay the dentist.

I had to stop and trot (well, hobble) off to the Porcelain Throne again. The evacuation was a complete opposite to the earlier one. Phooey, messy, sticky and no blood this time at all? (Sorry about my choice of words, but they describe the difference so perfectly) Washed the dandies and onto the kitchen to make a brew of tea.

1Mon05aBack to the man room, and I nipped out onto the balcony to take a picture of Chestnut Walk below.

WD 0.0.255c As I opened the unwanted new window in the unsort-after new balcony (Keeping up 100% record of acquiring finger injury every time I used the metals spring clip) the rain caught me out as it showered over me, it was so fine, and with it being dark I did not see it from inside. Hehe! Fool! 

Had some cornflakes for brekkers.

WD 0.0.255c I went to get the ablutions done. Did the teggies and had a shave. Then, I had the nous not to get lathered up (Like I did yesterday) before I tested the water was working on the shower. Turned on the power in the hallway, back in the wet room and pressed the button. Within a few seconds, the lights flashed indicating no water and a reset was needed! So, being an old timer who as a nipperoony was brought up with only a tin bath on the wall in the back yard, that hung on the brickwork of the railway supporting wall, no hot water in the house (but we did get electricity supplied later), I know about Stand-Up washes! Bit of an expert, actually. Hehe! 

1Mon06WD 0.0.255c After drying off, it became evident that I was going to suffer from the fluid-filled legs today. I had a tough time trying to get the socks on. Both pins had now filled to what must be near maximum. I had to use my free hand to help get each of the very-heavy legs up high enough so I could get the hosiery on the feet. After many tries, each one getting the sock a little further on plates, I completed the task, and was almost exhausted!

I departed, dropping two bags down the waste chute on the way out. I met Sturmscharführeress Warden Deans in the lobby and mentioned the shower water problem to her. I was not a popular lad with her. Well, it’s Monday; so she will be up to the neck in it I imagine! She asked when I wou1Mon07ld be back, and said she would have a look at it while I’m out. Bless her cotton socks!

Out into the drizzle, but it wasn’t cold with it at all.

I crossed over Chestnut Walk and ventured up the gravel footpath to the wonderful in summer tree copse.

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1Mon11I turned back to take as hot of the Winwood Heights in all its glory. The grass outside the copse had turned to green again with the rain, I imagine.

I plodded on through the park to Mansfield Road, up the hill and down to the dentist. I apologised for not paying them on my last visit. I know I was not feeling too good that day, with Duodenal Donald if I recall correctly.

WD 0.0.255c As I sorted through the letters in my pocket to find the payment demand from the tooth-fairies, I came across the clinic letter. I did feel a fool; it’s for Wednesday not today. I nearly went as well. Tsk!

I had a meditative moment as I hobbled over the road and down to the Post Office Supermarket. I was not feeling in the best of spirits and feared that things were not going very well. There was a vacuousness, a kind of desertedness, barrenness like sensation that was bugging me, toying around in my mind. Why? I didn’t know. But it was exasperating, testing my sanity almost. My mind was the most uncomfortable, weary it has been for ages?

1Mon07dI bought a sliced loaf of Polish bread, paid for it and out onto Mansfield Road, where the rain was falling again. I opened the umbrella.

The scene with the rain, wet road and vehicle lights was almost beautiful. I walked down to the traffic lights and crossed over and up the Winchester Street hill.

WD 0.0.255c The perception, no, more than that; a real feeling of something about to take place that was going to present a downer or oppression of some sort lingered on, and it annoyed me not knowing anything for sure. I kept telling myself “Fret not, cause there is nowt you can do about it, youth!” But, as anyone who knows me will recognise: I am never happy being happy, cause I assuredly knowing, it ain’t gonna last! Ah, depression? Again, why?

1Mon08WD 0.0.255c As I sauntered up the Winchester hill, I observed as I approached the Muggers Delight Footpath entrance, that the Nottinghamian Street Art with the white shoes from Saturday, had been adorned with some roof slates, a rubber car part and an empty fag packet. The white shoes had been resited, and some woof-woof mess inside one of them had been added.

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WD 0.0.255c A little further up the hill, and I noticed that the pavement had disintegrated near the wooden panelling, I could see through the gaps ten foot or more down into someone’s garden! The tarmac was cracking, too.

WD 0.0.255c Some Nottingham dog owner had failed to remove his or her canine’s dropping as well! Tsk!

Still, yer don’t like to complain does yer. Hehehe! I shan’t be walking along this stretch again!

1Mon09aI got back to the complex and called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin, but Deana was not in, so I poddled on along Chestnut Walk back to the flat to check-out the shower.

1Mon10The new Extra Care Block, to be named Winwood Court, was having some outside plastering done by the workmen.

We get enough misdelivered mail as it is, soon we will have another 44 flats, adding another block to confuse the mailman even more! Humph!

I got inside the apartment and checked out the shower, and it was working.

Got on with updating this morning’s miserable functions on this diary.

I was concerned about the ever-swelling pins and decided to take one Furosemide, hoping it would free-up the wee-wees and lessen the pain in the legs.

I opened a tin of BBQ baked beans, added the cooked mushrooms from the crock-pot, and got the oven warming up for the bacon later.

No more than ten minutes later; Boy, did the Furosemide take effect! The almost constant wee-wees were back to being of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting-like-Wee-wee) style. I got out the Emergency Grey Bucket, and it had a lot of use!

Got the bacon in the oven and checked if anything was on the goggle-box to watch, in between taking wee-wees, of course. Oy Vey! 

I nipped out to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ,  Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed. Lynne was in with some other ladies, and Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and Catwalk Model Deana came in. A busy gal, she was about to go and help out at another NCH complex.

WD 0.0.255c When she told me she found nothing wrong with my shower when investigated this morning, as I did earlier when I got home, she adopted her famous “What a Pillock look” with an added lip-twist that said “The fools going potty!” sipped into the momentarily  verbalisationless conversation, and threw them at me. Of course, she may well be right on both points. There is no doubt I need help of some sort. I asked her if she knew of any cheap ‘Phycromonologists’ I might use. The best part of the whole day that was, as she smiled in response to my silliness and use of the English language. Lovely to be able to bring a smile to anyone under pressure, uptight or worried. It gladdened my metal and plastic heart, it did! Lynne was in good form, eyes twinkling and we managed a little natter. My whole outlook improved.

1Mon16WD 0.0.255c Got back to the flat, and got the nosh served up. I even had to take three wee-wees while eating! Making sure I went and washed my hands, as the meal got colder and colder. Grr!

The blood test is due at 10:00hrs in the morning. I made a note and left it on the computer screen as a reminder for myself.

Put the things in the washing up bowl to soak, and took a normal and zoomed-in shot of the beautiful skyline. By the time I took the second shot, I had needed another LHBLWW.

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WD 0.0.255c When I settle down on the rickety 1968 recliner, the minds machinations began manoeuvring around the various intrigues, ploys, stratagems and doojiggers that had suddenly decided to permeate into the grey-cells. The fears, worries and a frantic feast of fundamentally flummoxing clap-trap of cerebrations that had no relative value or interest to me? Most of the thoughts were again, repudious. Gawd knows how long they tormented me. Luckily, I had to remove my stomach bearing torso and double-their-weight fluid containing legs from the £300 second-hand recliner and make a dash for the Emergency Grey Bucket for an LHBLWW. This freed my head of the persistent ponderations. But started me musing over why the sole of the left foot is such agony to walk on, every time I have been sat down for more than a couple minutes, but the pain eases after a short while, then if I’m taking on a long hobble, it returns again.

If I don’t wake up (If I ever get to sleep that is of course) later, at least there will be a hope of some peace for my harrassed and partly uncontrollable cell-cells. Hehe!

Inchcock – Sunday 3rd February 2019: Early good luck, fortuitousness and lack of Whoopsiedangleplops/Accifauxpas made me very nervous! But I paid for this later. Humph!

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Sunday 3rd February 2019

Greek: Κυριακή 3 Φεβρουαρίου 2019

23:25hrs: I woke in a niggly-with-myself and almost everything, mood. Thoughts, ranging from the niminy-piminy, hypocritical, sanctimonious and Pecksniffian nit-picking, all self-demeaning in nature. A lot of confusing fears, and uncertainties mingled in with these tormenting self-deprecatory insights. But, the brain had its own way, and plagued me for a few more minutes, before settling back into its ‘normal’ mode of predestinarianism and defeated-stoic-placidness. Which I appreciated it doing, I know where I am with defeatism.

I alighted the £300 second-hand 1968 rickety recliner, with no problems whatsoever. Smug-Mode Adopted (I’ll pay for this later, I usually do!). Another little pleasure was seeing the ‘Grey-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bin’ was unused! The already activated Smug-Mode satisfaction-rating increased! Hehe!

Into the kitchen, with no hassle from Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna or the ankle. (Although I could sense that Duodenal Donald was building up to share his pain with m7Sun05e) Now I am getting close to freaking-out, all this good luck, suddenly!) I found no oven, tap (faucet) or lights had been left on either!

Even the view out through the unwanted light and view-blocking new windows that come with extra glass to be cleaned. That I cannot reach to scrape off the bird poo on the outside, appeared to be extra beautiful, to me, at any rate.

WD173.2.2 I got the medications out to take this morning’s – Boing! I found last nights dosage still in the pot! And here’s me feeling better than I have done in a long time, having missed taking yesterday evening’s medications? It doesn’t add up, does it? My Smug-Mode evaporated! I decided I’d just pick out the Warfarin, Omeprazole and one Trimethoprim, to take along with the morning ones. Klutz! Did the Health Checks.

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7Sun01All of this morning’s results were looking okay to me.

I was making a brew of tea in the new porcelain mug, and it slipped out of my hand! Believe it or not, it hit the floor, bounced back up and rolled onto the top rung of the stepladder, where I grabbed it – and it wasn’t even chipped or cracked! More good luck, I’m not used to this you know! 

I got some mushrooms sliced and into the slow-cooker with light Soy sauce in the water, to marinate them for cooking later. I wish I could remember why I did this, and what was my planned food to have along with them. Sad innit?

The regular and reliable early morning summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and off to the wet room I poddled. The evacuation went well, not messy, no bleeding or any force needed at all. All this fortuitousness I’m having is making me extremely nervous!

I had a reasonable search for any signs of EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the wet room. I only found one obviously dead carcass. And what looked and felt when I picked it7Sun03 up as if it had been deceased for a long time.

Then I inspected the amazingly (apart from the left ankle, heels, and toes) painless pins (Legs). Well, another change today. Now, I have a left leg with a lot of fluid in it, and the right one was almost normal? Undoubtedly, there is a reason for this… but I’m blown if I know what it is! Tsk! I hope they make use of my misshaped ever-transmogrifying body when I kick the bucket. Even if just to give the medics and laboratory people a good laugh.

And, how will affect my wee-weeing? And what about the Furesomides, if I take half a tablet how do I know which half is for which leg? Hehehe!

The stomach had gone partly back to its floppy-flabbiness shape.

I made a brew and got onto the computer to finalise the Saturday blog. Then sent it off to WordPress. Next, I made a start on this blog. But…

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It caught me by surprise after about an hour or so struggling with writing this diary, the service came back to normal. Thank you, Herr Fries.

I made a pot of porridge for breakfast and had a drink of my home-made Scottish Spring Water with orange cordial with it. Oh, and some Scottish Shorties.

7Sun07aI opened the doors to the balcony, and in seconds they were steamed up.

I opened the end window, the frost and icicle stalagmite and stalactites melted over me, my jammies and slippers, and on to the wooden slats on the floor. Tsk!

Trust me to want to make a panoramic shot of outside!

I managed to take a half-decent one though. Then I went on the CorelDraw and added an anaemic faced photograph of me to it. Hehe!

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Went on TFZer Facebooking next, to catch up with yesterdays and this morning’s pictures on the albums. Some hilariously fun stuff on there today.

I went to check on the crock-pot mushrooms, then added some butter to the Morrison order for next Friday.

Went on the WordPress Reader next.

Got the chips and lamb burgers in the oven, and readied things to settle and enjoy the very early meal.

I was about to remove the cooked lamb and chips (Fries) from the oven, and the landline chirped into life.

It was Brother-in-law Pete. It was Janes and his Wedding Anniversary today! He could hardly believe it was 52 years since they hitched up! They emigrated to Australia years later. Then returned to the UK for a holiday and decided to stay. Gone from strength to strength ever since, bless em!

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 I mentioned to Pete that I was about to have my meal. I got his mocking laugh in return, with “Yea, you did the same to us last week when you rang! Hehehe!” Being a gadget freak, I reckon our Pete has planted one of his covert CCTV cameras in my flat, you know! Cause the amount of times he rings when I’m on the Throne, just going out of the door or sitting down to eat, is suspicious! Hahaha!  I often wondered why he goes nosing around, looking in rooms, drawers, and cupboards on the odd time they call to see me. I’d try and fit one in their mansion, but he has them CCTV things in every room of his dwelling, and I wouldn’t know how to set them up anyway. I’ll have to have a search to try and find Pete’s planted cameras. Hehe!

We had a good natter as the smell of burning permeated into the room from the kitchen. Nottingham Forest, their marriage and other topics were bandied about, which I enjoyed.

What an anniversary for them: 52-years together in marriage! I started to sing: ♫ And it don’t seem a day too long… ♫ I suggested that with Jane being a Cliff Richard fan, he plays Cliff’s “Congratulations” hit to her. After our farewells and best wishes, he rang off, and I made my way into the kitchen with fingers-crossed to check on the fodder in the oven!

7Sun38Well, all was fine, amazing. The meal was consumed with great relish and a sourdough baguette!

Did the Health Checks, the Sys and Dia were still a bit high.

I got settled with the intention of watching some TV, in the certain knowledge that it always send me off to sleep – But No! Not this time. As the rubbish from the telly came through the headphones, it was ignored! All I got was a stronger message from the barmy brain, pointing out my failings, errors, blunders and actions that I’d sooner forget – a constant stream of wrengths to be fretted and ashamed about! Many of my past miscellaneous misapprehensions, misperceptions, misjudgements, misestimations, misinterpretations, misunderstandings and mistakes that I could not help but reflect on and rue!

It felt like hours and hours that I tormented myself for no apparent reason, other than the brain wanted me to, and I was guilty of each incident, choice or decision anyway. I hope this never happens again. Tsk!

Inchcock – Friday 1st February 2019: Horrible day, Tsk!

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Friday 1st February 2019

Corsican: Venerdì 1 di Frivaru 2019

23:45hrs: I woke, and after the brain had found and engaged its first-gear, I seemed to feel in fine fettle, mentally. I was up and out of the ageing 1968 second-hand rickety recliner and into the kitchen in at such a rapid-rate-of-knots, it surprised me. I was cheered with finding the hot water was back on again, and no demands for any wee-wees yet either.

I set about doing the Health Checks.

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5fri001No dramatic changes noted to the readings this morning.

I took the medications and medicines and got the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie strong tea.

wd 0.0.30 Then, the first wee-wee of the day arrived, with little warning. Luckily, the emergency grey plastic bucket was close to hand to be utilised. This was an LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee).

5fri002wd 0.0.30 After which, just as unexpectedly and urgent as the wee-wee, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

Off I went to the wet room (I must have looked like a shortened fatter version of John Cleese doing a funny walk. Hehe!). The evacuation went very smoothly and unmessily.

Although a slight reluctance to be freed from the rear-end was indicated.

But this gave me a 5fri003achance to read some more of the sad, yet fascinating Victoria Wood biography.

I checked the pins. Fluid retention seemed to have gone down from last night, and a new papsule and welt had appeared. Still, it keeps the interest going, dunnit? Haha!

The left wrist began to itch like crazy, and I could not help but scratch away at it for ages. No marks on the skin? It felt a little like I had worms wriggling in the arm? It ultimately stopped bothering me and has not come back again.

Back to the kitchen and disinfected the little emergency grey bucket and left it handily placed twixt the kitchen and front room. (What me, fall over it? Ahem!)

I made a start on the Thursday blog. It took around five hours to get it done. Partly because of the number of things that had taken place yesterday, that I needed to recall, and the abysmal, wretched appalling performance of the Liberty-Global Virgin Media connection! 

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I decided on some (Which shamefully turned out to be far more than planned – [Shame Mode Adopted] Tsk!) Scottish Shorties and another mug of tea for brekkers. Nice! Had an LHBLWW and back on the computer, to make a Morrison order for next week.

wd 0.0.30 The following hours were spent battling Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun, I’m afraid. Memories are patchy.

5Fri34I found on the morning that the medications had been taken, so that was good.

I did have a meal though, because I found this terribly blurred photograph on it in the camera too.

Recalling taking the meds and doing the meal is impossible. But I’d filled in the result sheets?

A bad few hours. Tsk!

I had nodded off and woke up, feeling a lot better, but not right. (That about covers it, Huh!) I checked the place for stove, taps, light dangers, it seemed I had left nothing on that I shouldn’t have.

Reflux Roger was in as bad a mood as he has ever been.

Ah, well! TTFN.

Inchcock – Thurs 24 Jan 2019: Busy, busy day.

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Thursday 24th January 2019

Thursday 24th January 2019

00:30hrs: After a most disturbed night trying to stay asleep (I’m sure I was awake more than resting all the time, Tsk!), I woke feeling drained and with the mind racing away over worries, concerns, etc. Within a minute or so, the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I struggled out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and off to the wet room. Where I remained for about ten-minutes, sat on the Throne.

WD 0.31.0 Waiting not for the big evacuation to end, but the side-show of the wee-weeing to finish! A new LSPDOWWWSOPs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee-with-spurts-of-power) Mode this morning. I’d taken three of these over the next half an hour. Tsk! Cleaned-up, and returned to the recliner.

WD 0.31.0 Where I found multiple signs of nocturnal nibbling. Guilt-Mode Adopted! No wonder I felt so tired, I must have been nipping to the kitchen cupboard and or fridge all night long!

The mind pretended to function, and I pondered over the needs of the day. Morrison food arriving twixt 06:00>07:00hrs, the nibbles and prizes need sorting for the Social Hour, this diary must get done before 05:00hrs, so I can get the ablutions done before the fodder delivery comes, the Laundry has to be fitted in somehow as well. Oh, and I have to get some filled Enoxaparin Syringes from the Chemist soon.

The mind gave up on me, and all I could think of was getting the Wednesday post done and posted.

Did the Health Checks and the medications were taken.

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4thu001aSYS and DIA down nicely. Overall a good set of results methinks.

Had a Wee-wee, and got on with updating the blog.

WD 0.31.0 I had to go again a few minutes later, and this time I could not make it to the wet room in time. I had to use the stand-by emergency bin. The wee-wee took so long, I nearly fell back to sleep, stood-up! The sudden spurts in power were a little more abrupt, too. I was amazed at how filled the bin was. I’m so glad I didn’t take any Furosemide earlier!

Cleaned up again, and started the blog once more. Got it finished and posted off. Went on the WordPress Reader section, then, after another marathon wee-wee, I made a start on this blog.

Added some pictures to the Facebook Albums.

Ablutions tackled next. No shower, cause of the early hour. So a stand-up jobbie, like in my young deformative years (Hehe!), but with hot water and not having to heat water up on the stove… and the pleasure of not using a cut-throat razor but Bic disposables. Ah, and no ice forming on windows. And, having electricity supplied. I don’t really miss the old days that much! Hehehe! I left facecloths soaking in washing powder and disinfectant in the sink.

4thu01Had a look at the fluid containers (legs) to see if any new welts, boils, scars or bruises had arrived overnight.

All I could see that had altered was the blue mark on the shin had somehow wholly disappeared? Only to be replaced with a dark blue welt above the left ankle. Oh, and the fluid content difference between the pins!

4thu02Every day something different! Wasn’t that a catchphrase in an old advert on TV?

I departed the wet room, only to realise I had left my alarm wristlet and watch inside, so I returned to collect them.

WD 0.31.0 And found just one very dead EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) with its legs seemingly shrunken? He or she was on the sink edge. If anyone can explain to me how, this dead weevil had appeared on the sink, five minutes or so 4thu03aafter I had just put the clothes in to soak and it wasn’t there then… I would appreciate it. Baffled-Mode-Engaged!

The Morrison delivery arrived at 0700hrs. It looked like I’d gone over the top a bit again? Haha!

Readied the nibbles, raffle prizes and pressies. Left the cream cakes and wine in the fridge. Hopefully, I won’t forget to pick them up when I get out.

09:00hrs. Got the things checked and gathered and off to the jolly old Social Hour.

4thu05The fire door at the outer corridor end was wedged open, a door matt at flat 70 was in use, both of which I thought had been banned since Grenfell fire.

A mini obstacle course was manoeuvered around. Dropped some back bags down the waste chute, then down in the lift.

4thu05aDropped the bag of recyclables at the caretaker’s door. I didn’t disturb him, because he was on his mobile phone.

I took a snap of Winwood and Winchester Court.

The hobble along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses 4thu06Wardens Temporary HQ. Handily placed WC. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin.

Before entering the shed, I snapped this shot of Winwood Court and Woodthorpe Court.

Not many folks at the Social this morning. But all seemed to enjoy themselves, and a few natters and laughs were enjoyed. I tried to wangle a gossip with Jenny, Nora, Doreen, Cyndy, Gaynor, John, Frank, and others.

4thu06aI decided while in there, to get the laundry done. On the walk back, I saw how close the thirty-foot drop was to the new walkway we have to use until the turning circle for the buses is completed.

Hopefully, none of our alcoholic dipsomaniac residents will use it and topple over in doing so. Hahaha! 

4thu07Access to the Woodthorpe Court entrance looked a bit dodgy as I limped in the drizzle along Chestnut Walk.

It must be terrible to getting access for the delivery drivers.

When I got in the foyer, I checked to see if any machines were free, and both were. So I hastened up to the flat and brought down the 4thu08washing and got the short cycle going.

As I went back up, Nora got out of the lift with her washing too. We had a short natter as best as two auditorily challenged people could. The wee-wees had reverted to the SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) style.

Up and started to update this blog until it was time to go down and move the togs to the dryer. It was lovely to see, Mo, Gaynor and Big John sat there in the lobby. I got the clobber into the dryer. Much mirth, merriment, chinwagging, reminiscing and laughter flowed between us. Nora came down to move her washing to the dryer. I checked, and my stuff was almost dry enough. We had another laugh and natter between all five of us, as I removed and packed up my washing and cleaned the filter and helped Nora get her things into the dryer. Nora also helped me, when I dropped some socks on the floor, bless her.

4thu09I departed the company I was enjoying and back up to the apartment. Noticing a new poster on the lift foyer wall.

Had an SSWW. Got the oven warming for the meal.

The door chime rang out. It was the workmen who are calling tomorrow to do the pipework fitting and prepping for the Sprinkler System.

4thu25They told me they would move the heavy stuff for me. I thanked them both. And updated this blog to here, and got the nosh cooking proper.

Now the weariness came in floods. I could have worded that better!

I managed to view a complete episode of the ‘A-Team’ before nodding off!

Zzzz!