Inchcockski – Tuesday 27th October 2020: An angst-making day, and sleepless night – Humph!

♫ How do you solve a problem like Marie…? ♫

Tuesday 27th October 2020

Hungarian: 2020 Október 28, Kedd


00:45hrs: I awoke to the welcoming stings of the new rear-end furuncle, which was closely matched by Harold’s Haemorrhoids smarting away. “I thought, well, another good day on the way!” Hehehe! 

The regulation need for a wee-wee arrived, and I removed the mountainously-bellied body, with the thin dangly legs and arms, out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety, rusty, not working, obnoxiously beige-coloured recliner, caught my balance (very smoothly this morning!) So, I left Metal-Mickey (the four-pronged walking stick) behind, and cautiously poddled to the wet room.

Again, not a productive visit at all, barely a few seconds of a weak unwilling, dribble. Tsk! Then the nose started to bleed?

Still, it gave me a chance to clean and medicate the poor old furuncle and the piles, and have a look at the bruising from the door shoulder-charging and sliding down of bruise. No pain, even when I pressed the Phorpain gel in it, and it was clearing up so fast. Great!

As I set about doing the Health Checks, I had to stop myself from using the Enoxparin hypo, that is no longer needed, now the INR level had gone up to 2.0, although the target is 3.2. I have a feeling the injections will be required again after next Monday’s blood results come in. The contactless thermometer read a healthy 3.38°c.

The BP machine results showed the SYS at 164, a smidge high, methinks, but it has often been a lot higher over the last few weeks or so. I took the morning medications with spring water.

I noticed the moon was showing through the clouds. (I can be quick like that, sometimes, I spotted the moon was out on Tuesday 28th, 1956, you know. Hehehe!) I took a few photographs to try and get a decent one; these were the only two that were so-so!

Then, got the computer on. Uploaded pictures from the camera onto CorelDraw to resize and sort them, and get them onto the WordPress gallery.

As I stood up to go for another wee-wee, Peripheral Pete’s right leg offered forth the usual warning signs of an involuntary dancing session was about to start, so I took and kept Metal Mickey with me from then on. To the wet room and just as yesterday, the second visit was a marathon?

I made the first mug of the day, of Thompsons Punjana tea, I had thought of having a drink of the decaffeinated rubbish tasteless, weak tea, but the thought of it almost made me puke. Then, I made a start on this blog up to here and then began to update yesterday’s post.

T’was a long slog, not that any of the ailments bothered or hindered me much, I was having difficulty in concentrating. Mind you, getting up for a few wee-wees, set Furuncle Fred of, of course, painful!

Getting the Dioctyl™ capsules to take, I spotted the rain was drizzling down, a little mist seemed to be spreading all around the flats, and I had an unintended little Phlutt! It escaped from the rear-quarters; two things worthy of mentioning about this enforced activity; One, the horrible stink, followed seconds later by a fair-share of agony from Furuncle-Fred! Life can hold surprises of the most unexpected types!

I pressed on and got the updating finished, and the blog posted to WordPress. Had some brekkers, well, a packet of Quavers, and two mini-jam rolls. And felt that either Furuncle-Fred or Harolds Haemorrhoids were bleeding, that wet warm feeling, you know. Well, maybe you didn’t, but you do now. Hahaha!

I decided to get the ablutions done, and then I can investigate the medical problems properly afterwards. Off to the wet room, and what a long session, it turned out to be!

ABLUTIONALISATIONING INCIDENT REPORT

  • Before I even got the teeth cleaning started, I had to dive for the Porcelain Throne. Which was brilliant, cause I was only two paces (or five of my limps), to reach in, and did so in time!
  • A right time-consuming job to clean up afterwards; Messy, a lot of it, khaki in colour, and it left a hell of a stink behind it! 
  • Got things sorted, but it needed two fillings of the tank before the items were flushed-away on the third try. Tsk!
  • Got teggies done without a single bit of bother, and just two dropsies! Oh, yes!
  • Now hear this! Now hear this! The shaving went with only the one dropsy – and no, I say No, nicks or cuts at all! I couldn’t believe it, and I was there! A Super-Duper-Smug-Mode engaged!
  • The medicationalisationing wasn’t so lucky, or pain-free, though. I checked out, as best I could, the rear end bleeding problems. It was I think, just Harold Haemorrhoids that were bleeding, but the boil was the more tender problem. Getting the two creams needed on without mixing
  • I took two snaps of the Enoxaparin injection blotches. Left and right side of the bulbous, flabby, massive, wobbly belly. A terrible sight!

It was raining heavier now; the Sainsbury driver is going to get wet. He arrived moments later. As Victor Meldrew used to say… “I Can’t Believe it!”

As the chap put the things into the box for me; he flattened my cream cakes, the not properly frozen cornets ran all over the other stuff, a bottle of toilet cleaner leaked and wen onto the yoghourts… I got the things through to the kitchen to salvage and sort out!

I found the tomatoes had been squashed, I threw away the toilet cleaner and yoghourts, some bleach had gone on the cans of chilli as well, but that didn’t matter, apart from my having to spend so long sorting them out! Grrr! I was growing angrier and angrier! Especially as I’d given the driver a can of plonk and thanked him nicely!

Then I found the substitutes: Marmite Cheese Bites – None – Subbed: Cheese minis light?

Carnation extra thick cream – Subbed Carnation evaporated milk!

Caramelised onion & Balsamic vegetable and nibbles, five x20g – Subbed 1x100g onion and vinegar rice chips.

Pedal bin liners 30ltr – Subbed Recycled 40ltr Pedal bin liners.

I truly hope this bit of Whooppsiedangleplopping from Sainsbury’s, will put-off, deter any idiot who is thinking of using Sainsbury’s ‘Sod the customer!’ service in the future. 

To add insult to it injury: They say, “IF your substitute is more expensive, AND is covered by out Substitution Promise, we’ll give you a voucher for the difference to use on your next online grocery order! Well, that’s as plain as mud for me! With such disastrous substitutions and all the damaged, and soaking wet goods delivered, they have the gall to think and suppose that I will be using them again to get a few pennies back? Ha!

There, I feel a little less irked now I’ve gotten rid of that verbiage drivel! Swine! I felt treated like shit, didn’t think I had the hatred left in me? Likely the Enoxaparin encouraged my venom for Sainsbury’s?

I checked on the now gathered together in the saucepan Chill-Con-Carne, with added tomatoes, Thanks Jenny!, onions, a little extra gravy, and a cup of tomato & basil stock. I’m getting into this experimenting nowadays with the ‘Chilli’ meals’.

I now have a decent stock of the canned chillies, which are not as interesting as the homemade ones, but save tons of time, and are okay with some added prefered flavourings. I may try some leeks to add when I can get some.

Note the can on top of the pile of different brands? That is chilli with wedges. I found it at the back of the cupboard, and the use-by-date is only a few days from terminating. Hehe! So, it looks like that’ll have to be used next.

The Hubbards ((Unfortunately a Sainsbury generic label) are the mildest, perhaps my favourite. The Morrisons Saver ones are a little stronger, and more in the tin, too. The Princes, I have not tested yet. No doubt about it, the expensive one with the potato wedges is far the strongest flavour. There can’t be too much chilli in the can, with chips in there too?

I’ll make another brew; the last one was what I had delivered from Sainsbury’s, Yorkshire Decaffeinated. They delivered that undamaged and dry (See it can be done!) It was horrible but not as bad as the own-label one I bought earlier!

So, credit where it’s due!

Got five waste bags to the bin. Then called Jenny to advise her I was coming down with some ‘bits’ for her, to make use of, from the appallingly shoddy, damaged Sainsbury order (I hope I can get over this annoying sense that I’ve been mistreated by Sainsbury’s). I know Jenny will make proper use of them. She helps others out a lot and knows the deserving cases. I slipped some plonk in with the other things, as a treat for Jen, Doris and Frank. I got down alright in the lift, dropped the carrier outside the apartment door, and back to the elevator to get back up…

It was very surreal (I think that’s the word), trying to get the lift, several times it passed me on its way down, then came up to the 13th floor, and had folks in it when it got to me, no room, let it go. It came up again to the 13th floor, then the 15th, and down to me at the 9th, as the doors opened, I was glad they did, because I was starting to worry about the pan of chilli I’d left on low on the stove.

The cage came down, and I pressed the 12th-floor button – but it went down to the 4th floor, picked a lady up, who went down with me to the ground floor. The 12th storey light was still lit, and eventually, I got up to my floor and into the flat.

Checked the chilli, congealed now at the bottom of the pan, as I anticipated, so I gave it a good stirring with the wooden spoon, to break it up a bit, then made up and added some more gravy to it, agitated it well, and passed wind.

Then the chimes of Dusty Springfield’s ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ rang out from the doorbells. Josie returned her Sunday lunch things. She told me she had enjoyed the nosh, and loved the extra-cheesy, buttered mashed potatoes on her plate last Sunday, which pleased me, hearing that. It makes the time and effort all so worthwhile.

I got the meal in the dish on the tray and added the resurrected, reformed, cream cakes, so kindly crushed for me by Sainsbury’s… I really must try to get this maltreatment of Sainsbury’s out of my mind!

I consumed it with relish. It was not all that tasty with my having to add some gravy to it when it coagulated while I was playing in the lifts trying to get back to the flat, Hehehe! But it enjoyable enough, a flavour rating of 7/10, all the same.

I got the saucepan and dishes soaking in the sink, and I may have to try dynamite and the angle-grinder to free up the inner-coated saucepan, later. Hehe!

I took the medications, got washed, medicationalised various parts of the body in need of the same, the jammie-bottoms on, and climbed into the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner. Within minutes I’d nodded-off, into a deep sleep and was dreaming of something or other…

And the landline burst forth and flashed! Boy, did I not want to answer it! Why does this happen so often? Have the famous Woodthorpe Court, ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, and Karakia-cursing entities, no compassion at all! Argh! It was the Doctors surgery receptionist, checking that I’d received the updated dosages for the Warfarin. “Yes, thank you”, I replied. Rang-off, and tried to get back to sleep – a futile idea!

Inchcock – Sun 25 October 20: I floated from neurasthenia, utopia, depression and slothfulness. Worra day!

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Sunday 25th October 2020

HMONG: Hnub Sunday 25 Lub Kaum Hli 2020

03:15hrs: I stirred into ersatz life, with the Thought-Storms that had made such a mess of my getting to sleep, still active, nae, rampant in the grey cells! Fungleboggles!

The new pain in the stomach area where I injected last night was stabbing away at me, although it could have been Anne Gyna, it’s hard to tell at times. I wasn’t Duodenal Donald, I’m sure.

I was busy trying to ignore the fears, hatreds and overwrought distracted thoughts milling about in my bonce, and help soon arrived in the form of a sudden and critical demand for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised.

I could sense the urgency, and feared that an embarrassing escapage was likely! Responding, by going into a semi-panic-stricken mode, a caution to the wind attitude was adopted, and I flailed about, knocking things off of the ottoman as I hauled my fat-fleshy, flaccid, flexuous, floppy, stomached heavy body onto my feet, got some balance, and was off to the wet room.

Hastening into the Throne-Room, the shoulder came into contact with the door frame, giving out a sicking crunching noise, and a jolt of pain! But this was not important at the time, getting the jammy-bottoms, and my bum on the toilet in time was more urgent (at least it took my mind off of the new stomach stings, Haha!).

This session was a real different one this morning, good and bad changes! Things flowed, to the accompaniment of the longest wee-wee I’ve ever had! The putrid aroma filled my lungs; the evacuation was over in a minute or so. Gawd, it was messy! It was a good job I have plenty of toilet paper in stock! The wee-weeing continued? Hard to tell really, but I do believe the wee-wee colour was lighter, at last! The gungy mass of stool filled the bowl so much, the wee didn’t have anywhere to go, and floated atop! Still, it took my mind off off the crunched shoulder and stomach pains for a while!

The tank had to be flushed twice to clear things, refilled by hand from the jug and sink. Then I had a soapy washing up, bleaching and sanitisationing session. Time for a feel of the shoulder, which the Accifauxpas did not set SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley off?

No idea what it was on the arm, but I went to put some Savlon on it, and the lighter brown marks from this mornings clout into the doorframe, (I thought), nearly all disappeared, sort-of washed off?  Just the bluey-red bruises underneath left now. Logicality, common sense was questioned, and a certainty that the end is nigh for my limited remaining scraps of judgement and level-headedness! This ought to put on telly; there’s bound to be someone who can save my sanity and tell me what happened?

I now had mixed feelings. Glad that Constipation Konrad had been beaten at last – but this has taken some time and effort: Nine days of the four-a-day Dioctyl® stool softeners. The week of MacroBid® UTI antibiotics and several meals of Chilli-Con-Carne. Hahaha!

I was not looking forward to doing the injecting of the Enoxaparin, so got it dealt with first! The new hypodermic needles, which I suspected would have longer needles, didn’t! That was a nice discovery, a glimmer of luck at last?

All went smoothly, and the old Medical Sharps bin, was too full to use, so I started the new one-off. This made me think about getting rid of them. I looked it up of the NHS site. This is what I found.

All confused now! I’ve re-capped the mall! I’d better get them all out and sort them, before getting rid of them to the Pharmacy. I’m certain that the Nottingham City Council do not collect them, or there would be a special, dedicated box for them at these old folks flats?

Nope! I can’t open the box’s to get them out. Another plan goes to pot! And the shoulder is starting to smart now! Grumptiville! 

Ah, well, I got the Health Checks done, the old sphygmomanometer is still working. But the SYS is still too high. I wonder why? (I sigh!)

The no-contact thermometer was used, and, I got the camera all ready, to snap it before it self-turned off.

Off to the kitchen, got the kettle on the boil, and took this blind-snap of Chestnut Walk in the dark, below the thick-framed, new windows, that is impossible for disabled folk to get to for cleaning, thick-framed and obviously designed by someone who suffers from a hatred for the elderly and gerontophobia.

Made the brew of the tasty Glengettie tea, took the medications and got on the computer. I last nights photographs to CorelDraw. I faffed about a bit, going from one thing to another again, but eventually got the Saturday blog finished and posted it to WordPress. Then Pinterested some snaps. Did some Facebooking, then went on the WordPress Reader. I found an email from Jenny, offering me some more yellow tomatoes, bless her cotton socks, she’s going to bring them down for me later today, bless her cotton socks. ♥

Time to get the ablutions sorted out, I took the mug to the kitchen and took a photo of the beautiful morning view, to compare with the earlier one.

Then, it dawned on me after I’d stripped to get the ablutions done. I’d not changed the timing on my time-pieces. So I did! I changed the clock in the kitchen, the wet room travel clock, the wall clock that fell of the wall and the casing broke, that is now balanced, resting on the fireplace top, but had a feeling I’d missed something, ah-well, not to fret.

So off I trotted (Trotted? Hahaha!) to the wet room, and had a marvellous session, mostly. There was nae bother from Toothache Thomas, and just three dropsies. The shaving had only two minor nicks, but several dropsies. The showering was the only blight of the session. I clouted the same wounded shoulder again, as I was coming up from retrieving the shower gel bottle (Six dropsies altogether in there). The showerhead escaped my clutches and landed on my overgrown painful already left big toe… Then bounced back up right into the cartilage-troubled right knees patella!

If I recall correctly, I silently mouthed something like “Tsk, never mind, can’t be helped!” (Yer!)

The doing of the medicationalisationing had only two incidents worth mentioning, I knocked several of the medications off of the floor cabinet, and clouted my head against the metal frame of the seat-raiser as I stretched with the picker-upperer, to retrieve the Germoloid and Savlon tubes. Gragnangles!

Got dressed and had a search around for the hat I went into the wet room wearing, I’m sure I did, but it’s never been seen since. More of the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, grotesqueries, urchins, karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To destroy the sanity, confuse, and scare the hell out of Inchcock!’ They are working hard this morning!

I got the jammy-bottoms washed, all done, wrung and hung to dry, above the sink. Which proved later to be an idiotic thing to do, as I would need to use the sink while preparing Josie’s dinner! Crumpalisations!

The new pains in the left of the chest returned. I was surprised I noticed really, cause there are that many ailments having a go at me at the same time. The bruised arm, Duodenal Donald, the PKCCP (Proximal Knee-Cap-Cartilage-Pain), The toenail on the left foot, and just started, Reflux Roger. Silver-Lining-Result-Search-Result: At least the others are being kind to me. Humph!

I got the fodder made up, it was not easy, because (Big mouth here) SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley was kicking off, I was getting soaked each time I used the sink, and Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were letting me down. I was making more mess than ever before, and getting more het-up each time.

Still, Got it finished, it was just the thought of having to tackle all that was cleaning up afterwards that took the edge off what should have been my proud moment.

Pickled egg, silverskin onions, tomatoes, gherkins, sweet young carrots, anchovies, Tuna steak mixed with some balsamic vinegar and mayonnaise. And, of course, my world-famous, cheesy-mashed-spuds. I went the whole-hog today with them. New Zealand butter, sea salt, Squid vinegar, and parsley and black pepper, with just a drop of olive oil. I hope Josie likes them.

I got them delivered to her door, she asked what this and that was, and retired to feast on it (I hope). I got back in the kitchen and wondered who’d dropped the bomb, of course, the mess had been made by an army of contributors. Me, SSS, Nicodemus, Shaking Shaun and Saccades Sandra, to mention a few. Hehehe! But they didn’t help in cleaning up the picklement the kitchen was in, did they? Oh, no, that was left down to me. Swine!

As I had just got down on my knees to clean around the sink, where the dripping pyjamas had spilt over, and the door chimes rang out. At first, I thought it might be Josie with a problem or question, but no! I opened the door to see a wonderful sight! Jenny had been come up and delivered her treat for me, right outside the door; the yellow tomatoes. Double bless her! ♥ I don’t know how she got them so late in the year, but so appreciate her gesture. I got them in the fridge, ready to have later.

As I finished the cleaning up, Duodenal Donald doubled his determined damned pain giving efforts, and Dizzy Dennis returned. Tsk!

I got back on Computer Cameron to u[date this blog a little further. Then had a look for any new comments on WordPress. Two had come in, replied to them both.

Then went on the Sainsbury site, to increase my order for next Tuesday, of Chilli-con-carne. All done!

I visited the ‘Your Area’ latest newsletter.

Nosh prepping next, so weary suddenly. But it went well, but once again the various ailments meant me making a mess as I went along. Tsk!

Got the evening medications ready as I went along, and the plate of food served up. Not one of my tastiest efforts, but the Jenny supplied yellow tomatoes were great. I think maybe the Enoxaparin is playing tricks with my taste buds? Flavour rating: 6/10.

Got the pots in the sink to leave soaking. It’s the mess that the cheesy potatoes make yer know! I pretended to do some clearing up in the bomb-site (kitchen), but not a lot, in fact very little… well, hardly any!

The evening sky was worth a photo-taking, so I did.

None of the amazingly vivid colours of last night, but a blend of peaceful shades. And peaceful sounds good, and needed, to me!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 24th October 2020:

TFZer Get-Together in their Cool-It-Cabin ♥

Saturday 24th October 2020

Zulu: NgoMgqibelo Ngomhlaka-24 Okthoba 2020

Not feeling too good. Done this in brief

01:50hrs: Up needed Porcelain Throne. To the wet-room, magnificent evacuation, although ultra-pongy and messy.

But Little Inchies lesion worried me, took a long time to stop it, and I feel so drained, lifeless, eyelids drooping, and Duodenal Donald was having a go at me.

Got the first Enoxaparin injection done, I imagine doing this to a vet, would remind him of doing a blubber sperm whale. Hehe!

Cleaned up, and medicated best I could, I think I may go through a few pairs of PPs today.

Got the Health checks done, checked the Emails, and spent hours and hours doing the updating of yesterdays blog.

No particular ailment to blame individually, but I was so fatigued, concentration was the worst thing, or I should say lack of it!

I did get it finished, after a lot of error finding and correcting. I’ve most likely missed no end of them. I may have to take a break from doing them for a bit unless things improve, that will break my heart.

Sent the email link off. Pinterested. Facebooking. Got into a right mess for a few more hours getting lost doing the template.

Had a break and pot of noodles for a late breakfast.

I tried to pull things together the Pharmacist should be bringing the Hypodermics after 16:00hrs, but of course that can mean any time, could it not?

I wanted to stop everything and get down for a rest, from the brain, as well as the pain. There you are poetry again! Hehe! But I must stay awake so as not to miss the chemist prescriptions. I’m thinking, that may be the Enoxaparin is all out of date. Has taking these, made me feel like I do after injecting them? Some were, I know, but a different brand, I can’t find any use-by date on, so getting the new ones are urgent.

I can’t do anything, memory and concentration shot to pieces, never felt like this before. Even Herberts not so noisy today. I took the second injection, and noticed how extra pale the body had gone? The thin blood I sup[pose with the Warfarin level being so low. Hey-Ho!

I made brew of the decaffeinated tea, tasteless-crap! Threw it away and made a proper mug of Glengettie. Then opened daily ‘YourArea’ Emagazine to look for any updates on the Nottingham Coronavirus situation. Then it began to rain, Hey-Ho!.

Well, things didn’t look and sound too good on the Pandemic front.

By the time I’d read the magazine and made up the graphics above, the drizzly rain turned a little heavier, then more so, ending up with it belting down! Torrenting! And it seemed set in for the rest of the day.

Then, Porcelain-Throne session three arrived.

Prepped bacon and beans ready for when the needles arrive.

Watched more YouTube rubbish, but it kept me awake!

The Chemist arrived, bless him with the Enoxaparin. I had a look on the box and leaflet for any use-by-date, couldn’t find any, but it did say they were made, EU/1/16/113/2018. I did have a few, well two, 40ml hypos, with a date on that ends in a week, so used them up tonight.

Took the meds and medicationalised things. Little Inchies fungal lesion, is still bleeding a fair bit. Went in the kitchen to get the nosh prepared, and the heavens had opened even more. I took this photo through the bottom window.

Got the bacon and beans served up, and got down to in the recliner to digest them.

A taste rating of 8.5/10 was given. Delicious, naughty but nice. I haven’t had any bacon for ages; I think this is why I enjoyed them so much.

I was really miffed when I couldn’t get off to sleep, I felt so weary, but the Thought-Storms were rampant.

TTFNski.

Inchcock (In Briefly) – Friday 23rd October 2020: As a defeated-fantasist, I’m losing all hope of anything ever going right again, here!

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Friday 23rd October 2020

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 23 Hydref 2020

02:35hrs: A rather abrupt diary today, folks. Medical issues have got be all behind, frustrated, irked and most irritable with life. But there you go!

 After a wee-wee, it was time to sort out the medicationalisticalisationing things to get the Health Checks, medications taken, and Enoxaparin injection is done.

I’d made a cock-up with counting the Sodium needles, so will need to talk to Warden Dean later, to see if she can ring the Doctors and Chemist for me. (to see if the prescriptions have gone out, and the chemist can deliver them for me)

Just getting the injections done, there were two this morning 2x40ml, was a mammoth job. I tried different ways to avoid any accidents in the event of Nicodemus, Shuddering Shoulder-Shirley, or Peripheral Pete’s right leg dancing kicked-off, while I was injecting. I’m sure I had an idea to try something last night, but it’s gone now. Tsk! It all went fine, though. I reckon that yesterday’s pain was cause I was doing it to straight and going in too far. Lesson learnt! The old Boot’s BP sphygmomanometer machine worked perfectly. But the results were far from good. Tsk!

I like the new thermometer. I set it about four-inched from the forehead, and the reading was okay, but yet again I forgot to get the camera ready and had to do it again when it turned of rather quickly and caught me out. A lot of things do that! Hehe!

I got the Nikon camera to take a photograph of the morning view from the finger-trapping, light and view-blocking, rain letting in, deadly for old folks to get at to clean, new kitchen windows.

Got on the computer and had an awful lot of photos to sort out first before I could use them. And between SSS and Nicodemus, along with the worst ever service from Fries Liberty-Global internet crap service, without going down, mind, it took me hours to get the job done.

I was getting all het-up, bothered and angry!

The time was flying by, and it was time for the Ablutions to be done. Everything was taking ages to get done, corrected, and one again. And no calls to the Throne either!

I got the Ablutions tended to, a painful, frustrating task, that left me with a stubbed toe, three shaving cuts, a multitude of dropsies done, and banging myself against the shower chair afterwards, meant Little Inchies fungal lesion started to bleed! Grrr! But at least the ankle ulcer looked such a lot betterer.

The medicating was messy and painful, and I then had to get dressed so I could go out to speak with Warden Deana and got a second stubbed toe as I lost my balance getting the shoes on. Greggleckle! 

I got the waste bags made up and into the trolley, and a coat and hat on, out to the waste-chute, then down on the lift to the caretaker bins. No one around at all to natter to, or even give a good-morning to. I dropped the recycling bag off, and put the empty jars in the Green Glass bin, and walked to the Wardens holding-cell office.

Deana was out working, so I explained the worries over the medications and prescriptions to Julie. It took a while, and the day was shooting by me. I left and took these photos from the foyer in Winwood Court as I got out, then started a hobble back top Woodthorpe Court; but I didn’t get far. I remembered that I’d not left the WC signs, asking people not to put anything down them, other than TP. (The signs were delivered damaged yesterday afternoon by the Post Office, eight days late!)

So, I went back to Winwood Court. And Deana was back from her visits. Lost more time explaining again, and DEan kindly rang the Doctors for me and confirmed the prescriptions had been sent electronically to Carrington Pharmacy. She rang them, but there was no answer. Shell try again later, and let me know the outcome, Bless her. As in the pictures, I didn’t see a soul all the way back home. I was getting more uptight as the day went on.

When I finally got back in the flat, I still hadn’t got yesterdays blog done or sent off. But got the meal going first. I was so far behind now; I got the pictures taken while outside, done first on CorelDraw and put the in the WordPress gallery ready for later.

I took the medications and was about to make a start on finishing the Thursday post. When xyrophobia suffering, over-amour-propred Brother-in-law Pete, who, when searching the flat while I was in the hospital with the Stroke, and taking my valuables, he took a rest. Fatal! He could not resist the electric and played with them. Now the recliner no longer works, rang. Bless him; he was concerned cause he’s not got the link via email for the blog.

We had a good natter, which cost me so much more time to get things done. But I really enjoyed the laughter. Bless, Pete as well!

Then the Porcelain Throne was needed, and it was more painful, nugget-mode, unbelievable the agony, and it was obvious, that Constipation Konrad was back in charge again. Kranklebudders!

Hours late, I got the blog finished off. Sent the link via email. Pinterested. Got the Facebook catch-up done. Started this blog. Too late to continue now, I was shattered mentally.

Went to check the meals progress and the sky suddenly became brighter, got the Nikon and took this photograph. A fascinating cornucopia of different types of clouds and colours combined to offer the opportunity to try and take a photographic gem. Bootiful! Can you see the head and face I spotted, in my tendency towards nephophilia, and apophenia? A fish, dog or a flying monster?

I got the evening tablets taken, and the meal served up. This chilli-con-carne came out a little hotter than the last one, so didn’t enjoy it as much as the te search of sleep.

Amazingly, I was off into the land of nod. But, within minutes… 

The danged Landline burst into life and woke me up! It might be the clinic about the Bowel Scan appointment? The DVT Warfarin about the Enoxaparin sodium injections, the Dentist.. no they wouldn’t ring this late. I’ll have to answer it, Thunderclaps! I’d hope they might ring off before I got to the line, but no. The PKCCP Proximal Knee-Cap-Cartilage-Pain in the right knee had never given me so much pain before, as I hobbled to answer the phone. All that unwanted effort and agony, and what happens? Whoever it was heard my voice and rang-off!

Worse still, could I get back to sleep again? No! Grobognangles! Grobbleknangles! Frangleklops! and Oy-yoy-yoy!

As for the knee’s cartilage pain… Argh!

Ah-well; here’s hoping for a better day tomorrow. (Not spoken as an optimist, more a defeatist fantasist!)

Inchcock Today – Thursday 22nd October 2020: Back on the Enoxaparin Injections, so anticipate losing mind-control for a while. (Any excuse, Hehe!)

TFZer Thomas Hahaha!

Thursday 22nd October 2020

Spanish: Jueves 22 de Octubre de 2020

02:10hrs: When I eventually got to sleep, I enjoyed 4½ uninterrupted hours of dream-free, bliss! Heavenly!

The regular wee-wee was needed by myself, and it was another dribbling a few drops and gently spraying it around. Tsk! However, on testing the colour, it had gone a shade lighter, at last! I’m not going to get too hopeful though, cause the antibacterial capsule have finished now, antibacterial? No, that’s wrong, antibiotics, I meant. So, after 12 days of taking them, and finishing the course, things improve?

My mind was not too sharp this morning (Not that ever is, Hehe!). I got a wash, and then fumbled and bumbled my to the kitchenette, and took two snaps of the morning skyline view. (Later, I doctored them as best I could on CorelDraw, to make this picture below. Not too bad.

Got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks. I opened the wrong medical drawer and got the Boots machine out, instead of the new one. I decided to try it anyway, and blow-me-down, it worked!?!? I’ll keep using this while it lasts, it’s quicker than the new tin-covered one.

The SYS was a bit high again. I thought I’d push my luck and try the old thermometer, but it wasn’t playing, so I got the new laser one, but was disappointed in the low reading. Still, I don’t think that 32.4°c is too bad. I’m sure it has been lower than that at times.

I got the computer on, and found this graphic I’d taken off the screen yesterday, and forgot to publish it. It’s the latest figures for Nottingham for Coronavirus. The ‘Your Area’ E-newsletter arrived, and I had a quick perusal of it. And in the comments section at the bottom of the page, I came across this contribution: I don’t know if it’s right or not, but if it is, I’m not happy about it:

I got carried away again there, sorry.

As I was about to take the second Dioctyl of the day, then a summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, l was off to the wet room again.

Well, such a pleasant surprise there, mate. Even less pain, no bleeding or mess, and from start to finish, took only a couple of minute! Mind you; the tank had to be flushed three times to rid the evacuated matter! Hey-ho!

Back to the computer, I plodded. To find that Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet, kept clonking out and coming back on. Grrr! So the updating of yesterdays blog took much longer than it should have. Thank you, Mr Fries!

I made a start on this blog. And shortly, the Vampire Angel Nurse Hristina arrived, and in a hurry, got me sorted out, and still managed to have little gossip as well, which was nice. She asked what the noise was, and I explained it was just ‘Herbert’ making his train models. I do love that gal, nothing naughty in it, she’s just a beautiful, caring person.

I tried to do an Iceland order for next week. Got on alright, did the ordering, okay, but, the system would not take my PayPal payment, I was getting sent all over the place to get back on, but it was no use, I gave up in the end, and, frustrated, and a little worried in case I’d been high-jacked? I cancelled the order manually and had to do a Sainsbury one instead.

I was concerned that after I got the order done, they might not take my payment – Worried? Me? – Yes!

The Morrison order is due today, and I was slowly moving into a Defcon-2 panic mode. I got the Sainsbury order finished, and there was no problem with the payment? But the usual confirmation via email has not come in? Glibblebonks! Always summat to worry about! Hello, it’s just come in, Phew!

I looked at the E-Magazine again and came across this item about the Nottingham City Homes flat complex in Clifton. It was about the garages being demolished. Blimey, that’s a high block! Saccades Sandra is stopping me counting at the moment, but it must be 24 storeys or so high. Impressive

I had a look for any Coronavirus updates when the new Email came in. But none in there.

Then the Morrison delivery arrived. I got them took through to the kitchenette post haste.

Got the bits put away, and set to getting the Jenny stuff in a separate carrier bag, to take down to her apartment. I’d ordered some things for Jen, Doris and Frank to nibble as a thank you.

But, it turned out I’d got substitutes that I cannot eat, or don’t like. Also… I may have made an error, thinking that the strawberry and cream dessert was an individual one; it turned out to be a massive bowlful! Ah, well, at least they can eat them up.

No refuse sacks, Bramley apple pie, or soft sandwich thins delivered. And as for the 2 x 3oz, Zoflora orange disinfectant, none of that either – they sent 3 x Cheapo Pibne disinfectant, and they were ¾ pint jobs! Why do they make substitutes like that, Grrr! The apple pie was subbed with apple & blackcurrant ones, which I don’t like (Blackcurrants). Add to the misery with my pwn cock-up in ordering a mammoth dessert for a tiny individual one, and it was a bit of disaster today with shopping all around.

I got the waste bags on the trolley to go out with me to the chute, and two carrier bags, one inside the other, with Doris and Jenny’s treats in, there was more than I had planned, but it’s lovely to think that a pair of lovely ladies can have a treat!

Off to the waste chute room, dropped down the bags, and returned to the lift, down to Jenny’s, rang the bell, I was struggling to open the door and get the trolley through, and Jen appeared and thanked me. Lif back up and in the flat. Struggling even more getting the trolley back inside, I fear, well, I know, that Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, was readying himself, and building up to launch into one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances. It’s the tingling and wobbly knee-cap that gives him away. Hahaha!

Got the oven on and put the fish in to cook, and updated as far as here on the blog. Had enough now, time to eat and collapse, before the leg-dancing starts, I hope.

By Gawd, that was such a tasty meal, not a lot, but it went down a right treat! Mmm! A Taste-Rating of 8.5/10! Got the pots in the sink to soak, had a swig of the pathetic Peptac antacid, washed, and made my way back to the recliner to take the medications and get my head down.

As I had just got down on the £300, c1968, second-hand recliner, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched the half-anticipated right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines. It honestly couldn’t have been better timed for once! I was snug and safe from falling over onto the floor as well! The leg offered up its version of a faltering, single-legged cross between the Cha-cha-cha and the Rumba!

Had it not been for the clouting of the toes, ankle and knee against the recliner and ottoman, I would have enjoyed it! I anticipated finding a couple of new bruises in the morning methinks.

I got the TV on and kept taking swigs of the spring water, as the Doctor ordered, to help get the bacterial infection and colour of the affected wee-wee down. But not for long, within about an hour, I found I was battling against the drooping eyelids to watch the TV, and that was good enough for me.

I turned off the gogglebox, and was in a deep sleep, dreaming about a black and a tabby cat, who were adoring each others company, and in the dream, I got a cream cake out to eat… the cats went berserk, and all hell was let loose as they fought each other to get to the cream first! Much more happened, I think, but this is all I could remember at the time of writing this. I found the photo to use, on Google, it is just like they were, all lovey-dubby before the cream came to disturb their bliss. Hehehe!

Immediately after, or it may have been during the dream, I woke up with a start, and could hear a grinding noise, that was loud, but died away quickly. I’ve no idea what it was or where it came from. But this did not bother me, and somehow I was soon back off in the land of nod again!

Deep in slumber once again, and the Landline flashed away, and I fought my way out of the recliner, clouting my elbow en route to the phone.

It was the lady from the QMC (Queens Medical Centre) Warfarin Anticoagulation, and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis), INR Assessment Clinic, with the semi-panic-creating blood-test results. 

I knew what was coming. The first thing the lady said was: ‘Have I woke you up?’, I replied, ‘Yes, thank-you’ and offered a laugh with it. Getting a giggle back from her, assured me she was a good one to talk to. The lady informed me that the INR result was only 1.3 (Target being 3.2). If I go below 1.2, it means hospitalisation for me.  I knew what was coming, time to go on the Enoxaparin injections again, I was right. She asked if I had any in stock, and I stumbled to the kitchen to have a look at what was there; I’d got two 40ml, and three 80ml hypodermics in the drawer. “Oh, good, then you’ll last until Monday, 80ml a day. Another blood test will be done then. ‘I’ll ring your Doctor and tell her of the urgent need for the Enoxaparin needles’. I asked, does this mean I’ll have to go to Carrington to collect them?’ – ‘Yes!’ I was losing my sense of humour now!

I wrote down the new Warfarin dosages, for up to Monday, and the dates etc. I hope, looking at my half-asleep writing, that I can read and understand them in the morning. The Warfarin doses were plain enough, I think—3 tablets tonight, and 2½ daily in the evenings until Monday. I mentioned to the nurse, the Dioctyl and MacBid tablets I’ve been on and why. She thinks these may have had some effect on the Warfarin level. I, on the other hand, knew what the problems had been that caused this emergency.

Obviously, with the Coronavirus, things are so much harder for the staff, and some have been moved to help deal with the virus. So, in their wisdom, the NHS has decided to investigate and free-up more staff for the Covid-19 wards, by not doing any home calls for Warfarin takers, but tell them to go to the hospital for their blood tests! Christ, I hope they never do that to me!

The other thing they have been doing is; if any patient gets three in-range INR results on the trot, they will leave it three weeks until the next one, which has just happened to me, hence, now my at risk grading has gone up. I can look forward to the agony of fetching my medications, giving myself injections, and am now all in a muddle in what needs doing, when and why! Flibblegonkackles! Still, it’s not nice to complain.

I thanked the lady, and set about sorting the medications, and will leave them out on the clothes airer, so I don’t forget to take them. I felt a positive fool when I found a couple more Enoxaparin hypos!

Well, I didn’t know fully where I was or supposed to be doing by then. Oh, yes, the needle! I got the injectionalisationing done. There is a lot more flobby-blubber around the boing-boing overweight stomach to pick a spot to puncture nowadays. Humph! Haha!

Not having done any injecting for a few weeks, it made me jump a bit. I think that Nicolas’s Neurotransmitters let me down, and I pushed the needle in a little too hard, but the message did not get to the brain in time? A lot of that is happening lately, Hahaha! Hey-ho!

Worran ‘orrible end to the day!

And ask for sleep, huh!

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

TFZer in her garden? ♥

Tuesday 13th October 2020

Hebrew: 2020 יום שלישי, 13 באוקטובר

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

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

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

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

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

Crap!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TFZers Escape in the Woods!

Sunday 11th October 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sul 11eg Hydref 2020

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My BP readings looked a lot better this morning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey-Ho!

Inchcock Today – Friday 9th October 2020: Faraway thoughts, Forgetfulness, Frantic-Panics, Frankensteinish-Fears, and Fretting, this Friday. Frumph!

The First TFZer Astronautess! Marie!

Friday 9th October 2020

German: Freitag, 9 Oktober 2020

02:15hrs: I reluctantly woke up, sniffling, and in need of a wee-wee. Bit of a struggle getting up, but I caught my balance easily, took the very full-looking EOGPB (Essential-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) to the wet room, had a rather long, but trickling wee-wee, checked against the NHS colour code, I’m still at the number colour 6 on the card, ‘Very Dehydrated’. Washed and antisepticised my self and the bucket, and off to the kitchenette, to put the kettle on and make a brew of Glengettie Gold tea; first I’ll take a 100mg Docusate, with plenty of water.

No summoning to the Porcelain Throne yet, this bodes not well, and I anticipate that Constipation Konrad will be in charge when it does arrive.

I got the prescription bag emptied, and checked on the contents, and stored them away in their respective places in the medicine drawers.

The ‘Hum’ was heard again, of course. But it was not so intrusive this morning. Yee-Ha!

I found that the 100mg docusate sodium pot was easy to open, so that’s another good thing? Swallowed a capsule with a full mug of water, as instructed to, and then got the other medications out, and took them as well.

For some reason, the sphygmomanometerisationing, needed three goes before it operated, fault messages the first two goes?

The SYS had gone down a lot. Phew! Same with the DIA and pulse as well.

I had some difficulty in locating the stick thermometer. For some unknown reason, although there may be many to pick from; like memory failure, I’d dropped it and didn’t hear it wherever it went, stupidity and going bonkers are favourites.

I eventually found it in the first drawer I looked in, undoubtedly, the work of the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, Hallucinations. Materialisations, Poltergeist, Lemures, Wairuas, Kehuas, Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To annoy and scare the bejesus, and pants off of me!’

The reading was very-low this morning, at a lowly 33.9°c?

I tried once again to get a decent nighttime shot from the kitchen window, using the Canon camera this time, but nope, it seems I have failed yet again. Humph and Spit!

Onto the computer, and decided to make a stand-alone Inchy’s 5th Escape’ blog of yesterday’s outing. And, Puggleclumpdimwit, Flagtoggles, and Botherations!, it took me five hours to get it started and finished! The flaming day has gone! What a lamebrain! Then is still needed the email link, Facebooking, Pinteresting etc. and I was mentally drained by then!

Now I faced finishing off the Thursday post! Another two-and-a-half-hours lost!

I made some brekkers (Last of the biscuits), no bath or shower yet, and I wasn’t too keen on bothering! What an utter twit! I went on the WordPress reader and got carried away, more time lost.

Took a break and got the potatoes cooking in the pan. Then, by the time I’d got the diary finished and posted, I’d been up for eight hours, and didn’t feel too good. Went to update the Pinterest photos, and the system was down Grrr!

Posted the blog, and went on Facebooking! Felt a bit strained and drained now. Went on the comments section, made a brew, started this blog off, and then had a right funny turn – what happened I’ve no idea, but I appear to have lost a couple of hours? Scary!

Found a note, and at the time I could not understand it, it read; Jen £10, thank for time?

+I went through the kitchen to take the medications, and a pan was on the stove, an empty Chilli-con-Carne (I thought) can in the bin, the I spotted the dirty great saucepan of food heating up. Where, how, who? At this point I dropped the tea caddy, as as I bent down to retrieve it, all became a lot clearer, but it was a scary few minutes. The door chimes had gone, and I got the mask on, and answered it, and found that Jenny had kindly left me some yellow tomatoes on the doorstep. I took them in, a wonderful gesture, bless her, and I went to add some to the chilli in the saucepan her. I was putting some of the tomatoes, quartered and in the pan, and the phone rang. It Jenny ringing. We had a little natter and, and thinking about this, brought back the old memory box a bit. I found a note on the back of the pad, why the back I’ve no idea, with ‘Jenny £10, 20th Oct. I put the date and time on the calendar, and it all came back to me. Oh, dear, oh, dear!

I’m stopping doing computing now, too confused. I’ll see how I go, might try again later if things improve. As I was about to close down Computer Cameron, I got this message come up!

Now I am in panic mode! Dare not try to restart. All het-up and bothered.

I got the meal served up, on the tray. I thought it was the mild chilli-con-carni. I added some of Jenny’s quartered yellow tomatoes to it, potatoes, added some gravy and Squid sauce, a (naughty) mini-apple pie. Cox’s apple, a pot of yoghourt (but later dropped and broke the pot, taking the tray to the recliner, more mess and worry!). And my evening medications.

It wasn’t until I took the first taste, that I realised, this is not chilli-con-carne! I’d opened a can of beef in gravy by mistake, and not even apprehended it. Sad, innit? Still, it wasn’t half-tasty, just not what I expected. This meal will not encourage Constipation Konrad to ease off, will it?

I went to move the lemon yoghourt pot away from the heat of the fodder, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters timing caught me out again, and the pot dropped, bounced off the arm of the recliner, hit the tray on the Ottoman, and off straight into the waste bin! Unfortunately, hitting the rim, and busting open as it fell in. What a state the carpet was in! I just had to try and clean it up straight away, fumbled about and made a terrible job of sorting it out, I shall have a reminder forevermore, in the form of a blotchy scar on the carpet!

Frustrated, for a moment, I had my own personal psychological mandemic! Hehehe!

Not exactly carminative, s originally planned, but, ah-well, I still gave the nosh a Taste-rating of 7/10.

I took the tray and cleaning stuff back to the kitchen, and I returned in hopes of Sweet Morpheus, helping me forget the disasters and mistakes, even if only temporarily.

As I was resettling my wobbly-melon shaped stomached, crumbling-healthwise body into the c1968 recliner, and threw the green quilt over the horrific sight before me, the feet and ankles came out of the other end as I got the pins on the chair. The inflamed ulcer scar seemed to be dying down a smidge, the feeling of maggots under the skin had disappeared, no new blotches, papules or blemishes were visible—the stinging when I catch anything against it, less far less bothersome. (At last, I’ve found something that is improving. Hahaha! 

It felt like I’d dropped off, and within seconds, the Thought-Storm-Torrent began. Fed-up? Me? Yes!

Inchcockski – Thursday 8th October 2020:

This TFZer can share me in her lens, anytime. Yee-Haa!

Thursday 8th October 2020

Croatian: Četvrtak, 8 Listopada 2020

22:10hrs Wednesday: I woke sneezing, and in the most significant panic. Maybe I had been dreaming, I don’t know, can’t remember, but, I was in right dithering, disoriented state of mind for a minute or two. Where was I? What time and day is it? Who am I? Have I kicked the bucket?  An unfathomable mini-brainstorm ensued. Ah, I need the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket).

Slowly things came together, and I remembered last night, feeling so out-of-it, and getting my head down to rest and relax, I didn’t have a meal as I recall, but once the initial mish-mash of thoughts cleared, I did a survey of my health, mental and physical.

As I did this, the annoying ‘Hum’ from all around, droned on, getting louder all the time. Anyroad up, Duodenal Donald was still giving me some stick. My anamnesis of today’s visit to the St Anns Health Clinic came to mind, and I worked out that I needed to be all washed and ready, samples gathered, paperwork in the trolley, and out to the bus stop, by 0810hrs, at the latest, I didn’t want to miss the bus and appointment. So, did not risk going back to sleep, but rose from the depths of the unusually comfortable £300, c1968, recliner, for the habitual wee-wee.

 Releasing the WTPP (Weak-Trickling-Pale-Painfree) wee-wee, I remembered that I needed to take the filled-in record of my bladder and bowels movements or lack of.

But could I find it? No! Well, not for ages. I searched through the writing bureau, computer desk drawers, under the massive pile of ‘waiting to be sorted’ letters and mail, all without any success. Then, I checked the three-wheeled trolley guide bag, nope, not there! Going into panic-mode was an option. But I resisted.

The kitchen next, all the drawers (22 of them!), cabinets, cupboards and shelves! Though, why I would have put the paperwork in there, is a mystery, but desperation was growing,, and I was scouring through everywhere! Even the wet room was checked! Finally, I was moderately sure it must be in the front room, so I returned there for a further rummage around. Finding the outer-sheets, with advice on what I was to do, but not the record logs? Ah! the relief, when I spotted the required paperwork, that had fallen down between the little desk and cabinet! Phew! I got then enveloped and put in the trolley basket straight away!

Then nipped into the wet room for another wee-wee, which obligingly was of the almost normal SFS (Steady-Flowing-Stream) variety. Which enabled me to fill the sample tube for the Health Centre scans later. Belated Smug-Mode-Adopted!  I started to sneeze again.

I wandered off to the kitchenette, to get the Health Checks, medications took, and get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie Gold. The SYS on the sphygmomanometer was pleasing, it gave 151, down from yesterday’s 178! The pulse was up, though, to 94. Tsk!

The stick thermometer temperature was well down, to 33.7°c. Ah, well!

I pressed on with updating yesterday’s Wednesday post. Achieving this within two hours. A curl of the lip, and Smug-Moded! Took the morning medications, no Senna or Macrogol took today. (I may regret that decision!)

I pinterested some snaps from the blog, replied to the comments, and went on Facebook catching-up. The WordPress Reader section next, there really are some great photograph sites posted today. Sent the Email link off.

Took a break, and made a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea, and made up the pot of Hoisin Noodles I bought from the bargain shop last week.

I shall not be buying any more of these noodles, I managed two mouthfuls but did not like them at all. Hey-Ho!

Then got on with updating the template, and started this blog writing.

Just about time left, to get a graphic done on CorelDraw, before getting the ablutions done.

Got carried away and left with a shorter time to get things done. Humph! The ablutions were a blur, I did them so fast! The legs and feet didn’t look too bad, apart from, of course, the pastiness!

Left things unsorted, and go the handwashing hastily done, rung and hung! In record time.

Got dressed and checked the paperwork, keys, mobile, bus pass etc. were going with me, and hobbled off to the bus stop, hoping I’d not forgotten anything. Camera in my pocket.

The Medicational Escape is a blog I’m going to make up as the first job in the morning about the escape and visit.

Here are a few of the photos taken on the way there and back home, all of the pictures can be found in the ‘Medical Escape’ post.

Link: Inchcocks 5th Great Escape

I caught the 40 bus back home, and I can’t believe how shattered I felt, drained, tired and weary! The feet and legs were painful, Duodenal Donald was still chipping away at me. This gerrin’ old is no fun! But not having to go to work is excellent! Hahaha!

I rang Jenny, we had a natter, which to me is invaluable. I can’t remember all we spoke and laughed about, but, it’s understandable the state I was in.

A Nottingham City Home directive had been hand-posted. A well-worded telling-off for whoever it is that’s putting wet-wipes down the toilet, and blocking it, causing a lot of cost in time and money putting right so often lately. Not Guilty at flat number72, I can tell you!

I had to try and stay awake, in case the prescriptions were delivered. I got the dinner sorted, and ate off my lap, in front of the TV, watching Law & Order with subtitles so I could hear if the door chimed went off. I must say, the nosh was one of the best for a while. The Birds Eye smoked haddock, and cheese-filled fishcakes tasted marvellous! The chips cooked just how I like them, too! Flavour Rating 9/10!

Unfortunately, being so worn-out, I fell asleep! It had to happen! I was woken up with a jolt, by the door chimes tunes, it made me jump, and the tray plate and cutlery was dropped onto the carpet and me, on the way down! Tsk!

I fought my way in a bit of a panic, cause I didn’t know if the chimes had been rung a long time, and did not want to miss the medications if it was them arriving.

It was the pretty lady from Carrington Pharmacy, Deepaks, daughter, I think, with the bags of prescriptions for me.  I thanked the gal muchly and gave her a bag of nibbles by way of my appreciation in them being delivered.

But I was not up to sorting out the medications at that moment, and I just took out those needed for tonight, left the others in the bag. They had delivered the new capsules for stool-softening, named on the tub as Docusate (Dioctyl), so I took one with plenty of water, as is recommended. I’ll take another on Friday morning with the medications, four a day the dosage, then I may soon be able to use the Porcelain Throne without going through the usual agony! Well, I can hope and dream!

Then I had to go and sort of the artistically made mess I’d made on the floor, foot-stool and recliner. Then, at last, I got stripped off, wrapped myself in the heavier quilt, and settled back into the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner… and within seconds I was in a deep, satisfying sleep… Heaven!

Sob, weep, cry! The landline burst into action and woke me up. I rolled my body-mass, (and there’s a lot of it, I’d say 50% stomach!) free off the recliner, and got to the phone in time. It was the Doctors surgery receptionist, to advice me, that Doctor Vindla had sent the prescription to the Chemist, and I have to pick it up tomorrow. Great, will there never be an end to the hassles, jobs and medicationalisticalisations! Skulkclogglebonks! 

Still, I don’t mind in the least bit. Who needs sleep, rest and peace of mind? Certainly not me!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 27th August 2020: Dépaysement for me, a day with two chinwags, Great!

TFZers at the ‘Cool-It-Cabin! ♥

Thursday  27th August 2020

German: Donnerstag, 27 August 2020

00:10hrs: I woke with a cruel mind-start and body-jerk, that immediately got Harold’s Haemorrhoids stinging something rotten!

But what was the expergefactor of my body and mind being so suddenly disturbed? I lay a second or two, waiting for the pain to reduce from the rear end, and listened intently for any noise, there was none. Well, the ‘Hum’ of course was present! I gingerly removed my abdominous, protuberant, jelly-like-bellied, beyond-its-sell-by-date, welmish body-mass from the rebarbative £300, c1968, second-hand, stomach-churningly beige-coloured rickety recliner. Metal Mickey in hand, I had a hobble around, hoping to find the cause of my sudden midnight return into semi-consciousness. No reasons, signs, or indications were found.

I returned to get the overnight bucket for emptying and had to use it one more time. Got it cleaned and sanitised, put the kettle on, and carried out the Health Checks. Got the sphygmomanometerisationing all done. The flipping Sys had shot up to 162 now! The ear-hole thermometer gave a reading of 84.3°c. I use the Canon camera to take this shot of the morning view, not a very good one, I’m afraid.

Made a brew of Glengettie tea, and got on the computer, to create a template. Then made a start on updating yesterday’s diary. It took me a long time, as so many photos from my enforced hobble last night had to be sorted and included. Hours later, I got it finished and posted off to WordPress. I’d only needed three wee-wees all the time I’d be updating. All of the SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) mode.

I made another brew, Thompsons Punjana this time. Pinterested some snaps used in the diary, and sent the link off, did a bit of Facebooking, read and responded to some comments, and visited the WordPress Reader section. While doing so, I felt the innards slowly brewing, and a slight ache eventually matured into stabbing pains.

Off to the Porcelain Throne, I limped. Hoping I can pass things this time. Fingers crossed!

Thunderisations! That session was one of the hardest ever! Tons of bleeding, and it cost me half-an-hour!

I decided to get the ablutions tended to, as I’d been so long with the evacuation.

I was extremely careful with the teeth cleaning. Two dropsies.

The shaving had two little nicks and four dropsies.

The washing then produced six dropsies. The drying off, just the one dropsy.

 I got a black bag made up, and taken to the waste chute as soon as 08:00hrs arrived. Made a brew and got the paperwork for taking with me to see ILC, Riechsführeress, and Catwalk Model, Warden Deana, to ask her to phone the dentist and opticians for me. Oh, and the Chemist too.

Did some work on this blog while waiting for 09:15hrs when I must go to visit Deana. Out to the lift lobby, and down to the ground floor.

I was hobbling well this morning now, I met Mary on her way out, we nattered en route along Chestnut Walk, which was jolly nice, and I wished her well as she poddled to the bus stop. Then I nipped into Winwood Court lobby and called at the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators) Wardens interrogation cell, and Ballerina, Obersturmbannführeress Deana, was inside. She made some phone-calls for me;

  1. The opticians: Who asked some questions, and got me an appointment for Friday 4th September, at 09:40hrs.
  2. Then she rang the Dentist, the best they could offer was Thursday 5th November, at 08:30hrs.
  3. The chemist was contacted by Deana, who told her that the prescriptions would be delivered on Saturday 29th August, after 1700hrs.

I thanked her kindly, and I returned to get these dates in the calendar.

Had a mini-confab with Robert outside the flats. Then I watched a trail of dog walkers passing by to the park.

Perused the contractor’s notice board in the elevator lobby, and waited a good while to get the resident’s lift to arrive, to get back up to the flat.

This photograph below, right, is of the note left for whoever had torn up the window cleaners rota from the board the other day.

I got inside the flat and gave myself a wherret on the right ear-hole as I struggled to get the three-wheeler walker guide inside. Fool! 

Made a brew of Glengettie tea, letting it go cold (Toothache!), and got the appointment dates down on the Google Diary while I thought about it.

Not that there is any chance that I would have forgotten, of course. Ahem!

Then I had a bash at creating some more Inchcock Today page top graphics on CorelDraw. Got the sad inspiration for the Inchies thoughts Ode, and made it up, sent it off to WordPress.

I got the meal prepped and served on the plate and tray, and all the time I was doing this, I’d left the hot water tap running. So, no hot water left! Tsk!

I actually fell asleep within seconds of settling! Fantastic!