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Inchcockski: Mon 9 Dec 2019: Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun, and an embarrassingly timed Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, ruined the day!

1 Dec 09

Monday 9th December 2019

Swedish: Måndag 9 December 2019

23:55hrs: I opened my Saccades-ridden eyes, and life looked like an old flickering early movie in colour! I needed a wee-wee but left it until the eye-jumping had died down before attempting to move. By then, the Porcelain Throne was also in demand.

Extracting my bulky but blubbery body-mass from the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner and off to the wet room, was unusual in its ease and speed. I’d got into and onto the throne, before it dawned on me, just how I’d hobbled with such ease! The evacuation was as good as they come, there was little bleeding, hardly any pain, and the cistern coped with the torpedo-shaped and sized waste first flush! I washed the dandies, wiped the contact points with antiseptic disinfectant and off (rather nimbly for me too) to the kitchen.

I and got the camera on the legs, which were looking like someone else’s this morning Hehe! They had lost many of their bulges, lumps and blotches. The varicose, spider and saphenous veins could hardly be seen! I couple of new blood-papsules coming up, mind.

Flipping pale this Monday! One leg still retained a lot more fluid than the other. But the most astonishing things were that I found, was Arthur Itis, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Back-Pain-Brenda, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald, were all but painless at the moment! No wonder I was moving about so well! However, my EQ told me, I would soon become irritated and hassled about something? There are times this gift of a high EQ, can be so disturbing! Humph!

Then I opened the unwanted and unliked, light & view-blocking window to take a shot of the rather prettily-lit view. And the wind nearly blew me backwards! The window blew in and clouted me on the shoulder. I would have dropped the camera, but for having the camera wrist strap on! Boy, it was vicious!

It was a little early to take the medications yet. I made a brew, and an unexpected blotch of enthusiasm to get the blog updating done came. I assumed due to the Winwood Court photographing taken yesterday, ad the knowledge that it will be a long grind getting them in, with the right-hand’s sensory nerve-ends dying, and getting a little worse each day. So, with determination, I took the brew and got on the computer.

But:

I waited a while, thinking it might come back on… Fool! I turned off the computer, then back on, and the internet came on with it, but it was so slow! I made a start and downloaded the camera SD card to the Photograph folder.

Then tried to upload to WordPress, and…

I pressed the much-used, probably the most used button on the Virgin box worldwide, the reset button. I had the same trouble with BT years ago, that’s why I moved to Virgin. What a ‘Mistaka-to-maka!’

I turned the computer then the Virgin box off altogether. Made another brew, took the medications, passed-wind and returned to the computer. I turned back on everything and waited as the Liberty-Global Virgin Media box failed to ignite any activity with the internet. A good fifteen minutes later, I pressed the dreaded rest button again on the V-box.

Just like that, twenty minutes later, I got the signal back! The slow signal!

Then, I realised with it going down in the first place, it hadn’t saved any of my work already done! I was well miffed, peeved-off and feeling in-the-dumps, now! I assume this incident is what the EQ was warning me of? I hope so anyway, I can’t take any more adiaphorous activity!

I stupidly started on this blog, totally forgetting about updating the Sunday post! What a schlimazel!

So, I belatedly started the Sunday updating. Umph! It had taken me six-hours with all the internet connection problems, to get the post finalised. Irritable would be the word for how I felt!

I went on the WordPress reader, and put some stuff on the TFZer Facebooking. Got carried away and the time is flying by after the bad start. Thank you, Mr Fries!

I was doing some graphicalisationing, well, about to begin, and…

Argh!!! So I got the things ready and got the ablutionalisationing done. Humph!

T’was a grand session. Dropsies only five! Oh, Yes! No toe-stubbing. No shaving cuts, or sock-glide injuries either! I didn’t even drop the soap! All spruced up and dressed. Got the black bags made and off to the waste chute.

Bit of a Dizzy Dennis en route back to the flat. I’ve noticed I get them often when I am bending forwards or looking down? I made up the recycling bag and took it with me on the way out. I met Stewart, the caretaker, and he took it from me to take to the bin for me. Nice of him, that was!

Checked for things missed, not done or done that shouldn’t have been in the flat (several times, Huh!) and down the lift to the large Winwood Social Room. It took a while, as there is only the one lift working again!

I dropped some stuff off at the ILC Holding cell an office, and went in the big room and got the crossword book out.

Young, Welsh William walked in on his way back to his flat, and quipped, as he saw me crosswording, “Ah, you’re trying to look intelligent, don’t bother!” Hehehe! This, for some reason, set-off a panic attack; “Am I going out when a delivery is expected today?” I had no option but to walk all the way back through Windwood to Woodthorpe Court, back up the one elevator and into the apartment to check on the Google calendar when the delivery was due. Time was getting short of catching the bus… I discovered the deliveries are both for tomorrow. Phew! Then I had to hasten back down and along Chestnut Way to the bus stop! All this palava, to get a sourdough baguette, Haha!

I joined the huddle of Winwoodonians at the shelter, as the buses were due to arrive. Luckily they were both a couple of minutes late. The Arnold-bound bus arrived, and 90% of the gang got on this one. The City-bound one came afterwards, and we piled on it. I only rode up the hill for about three bus stops and got off near Woodborough Road. I got off and walked along to the Aldi store. The sun was intense but had no heat with it this afternoon.

As I was going into the shop, I had a dizzy spell again. Getting a bit regular these are, Mmm!

As I got inside and went to get a basket to use, this is the scene I noticed, near the entrance. Naughty! Fire extinguishers were inaccessible behind the shopping thingies! I started the shopping by going to the Sourdough baguettes. Then bread thins, tinned garden peas, Cox’s apples, small potatoes, some packs of cooked meats, cashew nuts, and went to the checkout.

Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun attacked as I was in the queue. Then, while I was being served, I had to suffer the embarrassment of a rather forceful version of the right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance! It was a short one but left me feeling a little vague. I cannot recall anything until I had got outside. I found the receipt in the bag. So I must have paid, Haha!

I walked along to Mapperley Rise, passing the old car showrooms, that had been used as a Garden Centre, and was seemingly now being used by an Arthur Daley copycat? I cannot recall taking these two photographs at all? All looking very like an Edward Heath enterprise to me? Haha!

The head was clearing of confusion; until I got on the hill going down to Sherwood. Then I started going all dizzy and feeling out of it again. Keeping my balance was nigh-on impossible as I clung on to the trolley for grim life, but it wasn’t any help this time. I had the nouse to just stop, which was not easy on one of Nottingham’s steepest hills with uneven paving! I just leant against a wall for half-an-hour or so, until I felt well and brave enough to continue hobbling precariously (and ultra-slowly) down to the flats.

There may be a clue as to the problems like this. I was going downhill, looking down when this took place? The same last month, with the falls, although in the flat. I was looking down both times when I toppled forwards and onto the deck?

I did notice that as I got to the flats along Chestnut Walk, I felt a lot more like myself, and the dizzies cleared altogether as I got on the flat bit of the road? The Doctor’s for me, I’ll make an appointment tomorrow, if I can get through on the phone, and if I can hear what the receptionist is saying. It might be best to use the email?

Another mystery photograph I found on the SD card. Taken I think, on Mapperley Rise?

I got in the flats and limped through the linking corridors and Winwood Court, into the lift lobby. Still only the one lift working, but no one was around, and I was soon up in the flat, and off for an SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) wee-wee, and anointed the Arthur Itis knees with loads of well-rubbed-in Phorpain gel.

A lot of bumph had been posted while I was out. As I bent to pick them up (the picker stick has broken, a new one needed desperately – but who keeps forgetting – Inchcock does, the fool!), it occurred to me, I was stooping and reaching out, and no signs of any Dizzy Dennis bother? This puzzled me, as I bet it will the medics, too!

Washed, and got the goods stored away. I got some potatoes in the saucepan, on the boil. Then got the Dagwood sarnies made up. On the bread thins that I’d bought. I used the tomato slicer on a red and the black tomatoes used. Adding generous slices of cooked turkey and adding some onion-salt. Opened a can of garden peas adding demerara sugar). Put some beetroot on the plate. A lemon-curd yoghourt on the tray, a cox’s apple and a bottle of fresh orange juice.

I prayed that the appetite would stay with me! (It did too!)

Added the evening doses of medications, and a swig of the ineffective, wishy-washy, impuissant medicines. This repast was served up and got enthusiastically ingurgitated. With no dizzies! All gobbled up with relish! Flavour Rating: 6.25/10 given.

Xyrophobia Pete: posting his pools off before he won the £658,000 last August

I washed the pots up (No hand-washing again, idle git!). And settled down in the recliner. The one that xyrophobia-suffering, con-man and Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, and erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet seven-months later). Of course, I’ll never get them all back, he’s given some of the money to charity, and that he’s banked will not be returned I suppose. Tsk!

Cinema Poster

I opted for one of my all-time favourite films to watch on the DVD; Inspired from (Genius) H.G. Wells’ 1901 novel ‘The First Men In The Moon’. It was made I think, in 1964. I can certainly recall watching it at the cinema when it came out. Lionel Jeffries played his part to perfection all the way through. The entertainment value, memory provoking, and desire to go back and do things right this time, were all activated!

It brought back recollections of a young Meadow’s (Medders) lass, who I went to the cinema with, Caroline. We went to see it at the now long gone, Gaumont Cinema in Nottingham. I had to fork-out 7/- (3/6d each – 17½p) to get us in!  Ahh, memories. I looked up the current prices at the Showcase cinema today, £8.80 to £9.75. How 17½p are in that total? I’d work it out if I knew how to.

No falling asleep watching this one! As it finished, I did dose-off. But kept waking up for a few times, (four or five at least- Humph!) before giving up, and getting up.

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

Sunday 8th December 2019

Maltese: Il-Ħadd 8 ta ‘Diċembru 2019

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TTFN.

Inchcock Today – Wed 4 Dec 2019: Help from Jenny and Two Nurses today – Oh, I liked that! (Smile-Adopted)

Wednesday 4th December 2019

Japanese: 2019年12月4日水曜日

22:45hrs: I woke with yet again, feelings of panic, fear, worrying and could not for life of me find out why? I looked around for any signs of nocturnal nibbling but found none. Then I noticed the mess the room was in; this made me feel worse. The confusion of appointments came to the fore. 

Somehow the EQ knew something was amiss! It told me to check on the Calendar; something was so not right. I obeyed and nervously, got the computer on and investigated the week’s Google diary. And soon found the problems! Jenny reminded me of the visit and had asked the Window Cleaner to call early for me tomorrow. But it clashed, unfortunately, with the Podiatrist rearranged after last weeks appointment was cancelled. I thought I’ll just change the Iceland delivery time. Hah! ‘Just change the Iceland delivery time’! It took me over an hour and a half to get it done! I ended up going on a helpline to learn how to do it! Got it wrong twice! The third time I took it steady and copied the advice onto the notepad. I followed it to the letter!

Where it said “You will be taken to the Payment…! It didn’t. I’m not sure how I did it, but I got to the Payment log place in the end, and then checked on the emails again, to look for confirmation. At last! I got one! Worra time-consuming a palaver and pantomime that was!

I changed the Google Calendar. Now that looks more organised and neater, better planned. If only more folks understood and knew the farcical hassle, aggravation and time it had taken me!

Here I was; just gone midnight, shivering in my slippers and PPs, sat at a desk, wondering what had just happened and why? I bet this cock-up must have been on my mind while I was sleeping, it bothered me, and the EQ picked up on it and reminded me when I woke up? Illogicality is no problem for me. Harf-Harf! Going-Bonkers-Mode-Adopted! I wrote an email back to Jenny, thanking her for changing the timing for me with the window cleaner couple. Then realised the time, and prayed that any incoming email noise didn’t wake Jenny up! “Coy-Mode-Adopted!”

Well, time to get the nitty-gritty daily things done. I was hobbling very well this morning, no signs of any neuropathic medicine drop kettle dancing from the right leg, Arthur Itis was in a jolly good mood with me, and Duodenal Donald was giving me a most welcome break. Just Anne Gyna bothering me now, must you don’t like to complain does yer?

As I was limping into the kitchen, one of perhaps the most urgent demands for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised arrived! (Mind you, each urgent one seems the most pressing at the time, Haha!)

I clouted my shin against the door frame as I began to fear I might have an accident, and moved as fast as I could to get to the Throne, caution to the wind! Apart from it being a little messy and the extraordinarily large volume of the evacuated product, there was minimal bleeding or pain, it was all over quickly (I had to abandon the crossword book), and the closet mechanism coped well with the flushing procedure. I’m not used to things going so right? It worries me! Washed and cleaned all contact points.

The usual droning, wind-like annoying humming sounds seemed to be getting worse. But it could be that with me getting into a bit of a state with the appointment when I woke, I may not have noticed the sound earlier so much?

The Medicine Management member, Leoni is calling later this morning. I must get the blog updated as soon as possible, and get the hovel tidied up a bit and ablutions done before she comes. ‘Shame-Mode-Engaged’

I made a brew, and sod me, went to get the medications and found I’d again missed last nights doses – Again! Ay-yay-yay! Grumph, what a Shmo! I took the Warfarin and Zocor (Cholesterol-controller), with the morning doses. With having so few pains and hassle to bother with this morning, I avoided taking any Codeine 30g or Peptic medicine; they were unneeded, I’m glad to say. I can’t quote that very often. (Wait till later when I’m in agony, Hahaha!) I even left out rubbing in the Phorpain maximum strength 10% w/w Gel in the knees. Mind you, the Doctor tells me that it will be of no use to me, with my having Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, but she is happy for me to continue using it, as long as I rub it in well, massage the whole joint – doing that (massaging) might do some good, not the Gel. I asked her for a stronger gel, but she said this was the maximum strength allowed. Now you can see why I love Dr Vindla so much, her straight forward nature goes down so well with me.

I had a few moments of my latest medical issue; Hypometric Saccades (Rapid, ballistic movements of the eyes that abruptly change the point of fixation. They range in amplitude from the small movements made while reading, for example, to the much larger movements made while gazing around a room), bothering me, and this is not going to be good if it happens when I have Dizzy Dennis visiting at the same time! A nickname for this, might be Sadie Saccades, or Saccades Sadie? Any suggestions considered, I’ve not Christened this one yet. Haha!

The wee-wees were regular all of the same WSS (Weak-Short-Sprinkly) mode. I’ll use the above name for her; Saccades Sadie and the right side’s NFN (Neurotransmitterless Fingers Nigel) both visited a few times while I was doing the upgrading of the Tuesday blog. But not excessively so, I coped well enough. ‘Coped well enough’; It’s all foreign to me, this optimisticness! Haha!

I got the Inchcock Today finished, and sent off to WordPress, as the need for another Porcelain Throne session arose. Another rather sudden urgent one. Straight to the wet room, no banging and bruising of any body-parts this time on the way, but I very nearly sat on a particular little extremity as I plonked down on the seat. Phew, that was lucky – there I go again, using new scary, unfamiliar words! My pins (legs) were still a bit scattered with signs of deep vein arterial thrombosis, varicose and spider veins, superficial venous thrombosis (phlebitis), and iliac veins, not to mention the scar from the earlier attempt to remove the door frame with my shin, bruises, bulges, welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples and maculations. But nothing out of the ordinary. Tee hee hee!

The evacuation went well, a little more bleeding, but I reckon it was from Harold’s haemorrhoids, so to be expected, especially with my clunking down on the seat so hard 

I made another brew of Thompsons tea and had three biscuits with it. Some people might have called them cakes, but they’d be wrong! Back to the computerisationing, and sent photos to Pinterest. Then had a jolly good time on the TFZer Facebooking for over an hour. I enjoyed that! – ‘Enjoy?’ – There I go again! If I do croak-out today, at least it will be on a happy note. The absence of so many ailments’s hassling. Wee-weeing under control (It’s own mind). The Porcelain Throne evacuations were going so well. Appointment cock-ups corrected without any assistance. I’m hobbling around better than I have done for months, thanks to Rheumatoid Arthur Itis being so kind. I’ve avoided having Little Inchy squashed, and the bleeding is much less from front and rear. But no messages from my EQ about things? Nerve-racking and a precautionary warning perhaps?

I went on WordPress Reading next. Then to my beloved TFZer Facebooking. Next, I made a start working on today’s presentation. This, as you can see (Sorry) is along one indeed. But the brain would not stop working, it kept spewing forth ideas, thoughts, fears, worries and even had a semi-contended note to the thoughts! This can’t last, surely?

Off to get the ablutions sorted out. A goodish session, this time. The usual dropsies; The toothbrush, shaving foam, razor (4), the shower-head (But caught it – Smug-Mode-Engaged! And the carbolic soap. After a refreshing bout of conditioning, the sock-glide-battle was declared a draw! The legs were even looking betterer!

I then got the carpet hoovered and moved, so the lump wasn’t in it. I nearly tripped over it yesterday. I shifted the handwashing on the airers.

Then had a go at the kitchen floor, near the corner of the sink. I used disinfectant and some Flash, down on the knees, and was doing well with shifting the marks… The Colin Cramps started kicking off! And could I get back up off the knees?

Well, I did manage it in the end, and clouted my forehead against the sink housing! Then, Dizzy Dennis paid a visit, bless him! I gave up on bending down. I took the black bags to the waste chute and took the big recycling bag down to the caretaker’s room. Where Steve stopped me, and took the things off of me. I slipped him a can of something drinkable, in thanks.

Back up to the flat, praying I had not missed any callers. There were not any messages put through the door.

I started to empty the hoover for another bash at the carpet, and the intercom, flashed alight. It was Leoni from the Medicines Management Team. Bless her, the missing the evening medications was the primary concern. I asked if there was anything that would flash as a reminder, as opposed to ringing or buzzing? She accepted the idea and said she would find out and get back to me.

I explained the problem with the water tablets being in the blister packs when they are taken on an as-and-when needed basis. And the identification of between the beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate), Codeine 30g and the Water tablets (Furosemide) was difficult with them all looking similar. She phoned the chemist for me and arranged for them to be loose on future prescriptions – how kind of her.

I then asked her if she would ring the phlebotomy, and ask about when the nurse will be calling. She was told today, sometime. Fair enough, I’ll not go out then! I thanked her very much and off she went, reminding me that she will get back in touch with me when she sorts out the reminder alarm availability chances. Leoni had called before. She was a kind amiable lady, patient and read with quips and a ready smile!

I made a brew of tea, and got decoking, blowing the tubes through the hearing aids and changing the batteries. The neurotransmitter’s insensitivity kicked in, and I had a few picking up retrieving tasks to do. Amongst the dropsies were prodders, batteries, hearing aids, tubes and various tools! Each one proving harder to pick up than the previous one. Hahaha!

Then I got back to updating this post. Wondering what time the Phlebotomy nurse might arrive. I was beginning to get a little hungry now. Especially with knowing the unhealthily fatty, but delicious New Zealand lamb, mint, mushrooms and cheesy-potatoes were for dinner!

I got the mushrooms on the simmer, with a bit of lamb gravy and a splash of Sukang Puti extra-strong vinegar.

And the intercom lit up! It was the deliciously desirable, gorgeous, twinkling-eyed Polish Phlebotomy Nurse ♥ come to take my blood!

She had a chinwag while doing me (I wish! Hehehe!) She had a peep at the Inchcock Today and told me of a patient in another High Rise block, who had slipped in Lidl’s on Carlton Road, and broke her pelvis! She also said to me, that if ever she can’t get in and leaves a note through the door, this means she will be calling again, the following day, so now I know! Two wonderful women have now called on me! Lucky devil!

I got on with this blog while the lamb cooked. Then got the meal served up.

Another success for the old chap this one. Flavour rating of 8/10. I’d put far too much cheese in the potatoes than I had meant to, but it was good!

I washed the pots, then did the handwashing.

Had a Dizzy Dennis attack while I was in the kitchen (I think), blown if I’m sure what happened afterwards, but in the morning I found I had missed the evening medications again!

Inchcockski – Tuesday 3rd December 2019:

Tuesday 3rd December 2019

Hungarian: 2019. December 3-án, Kedden

23:10hrs: I woke in desperate need of the Porcelain Throne. Nothing unusual there, but how I rose from the recliner and got to the wet room so fast, I can’t recall or understand, I’m just glad I did it. Once again, only just in time! But it was a worrying evacuation. So much blood from the rear end, not messy at all, no excessive pain either, in fact far less than of late. The volume of the released material was just as ginormous. As it has been regularly for the past week or so. Also, no wee-weeing afterwards, that’s not happened in weeks?

I got things, and myself cleaned up and off to the kitchen. Moved the handwashing onto the airers, they were still extremely wet for some reason? (Most likely the failing sensory Neurotransmitters, were not telling the brain the fingers were gripping to weakly?) I got the saucepan on and took the medications. Made a brew, and carried it to the computer area with me, and set to updating the Monday post. Within an hour and a half, I had taken four wee-wees and had two more mugs of tea! All of the wee-wees were of the slightly more forceful LSDOP (Long-Strong-Drawn-Out-Painful) mode?

I remembered the Iceland food delivery is due today. The urge for another mug of tea kept returning, and I was forever going to the kitchen to make the tea, and stopping at the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), so much so, that it needed emptying and sanitising! While on one of these trips, it dawned on me what had happened.

I had unthinkingly and credulously, forgot to remove the flipping Furosemide, (loop diuretic [water pill]) tablet from the dose-bubble. Which I have been daily for months now, but not this morning! No wonder I’m leaking so often! Haha! This means I shall not be able to get to Arnold and Asda (Walmart), to get the kettle or headphones, for fear of getting caught-out while nowhere near a toilet! I’ll see how it goes, if I can stop the intake of fluid (tea), the urinary demands just might lessen, enough to risk going out. I can hope and do!

Finally, I got the Monday’s Inchcock today finalised and sent off to WordPress. I sent some pictures to Pinterest. Then went on the WordPress Reader, some cracking stuff on there this morning. Then went on catching-up with the TFZer Facebooking. The wee-weeing was still regular, Tsk!

After resisting the urge for a cuppa for several hours, I weakened. I took two photographs from the unwanted and unliked newish kitchen windows. The worst ones I’ve ever taken, since the stroke! Terrible, blurry, horrible efforts.

The ablutions will need doing shortly. Before the Iceland food arrives.

I went to do the handwashing, and the incredible sky changes were taking place. A reddish glow from the rising sun behind the flats kept changing the scene. Into an almost Walt Disney cartoon colouration.

Not a good picture but I took a quick snap of the view.

At last, the wee-wees abated. Phew!

STripped for the ablutions, and found the Clopidogrel about the same, the Varicose and spider veins a lot less prominent. Rheumatoid Arthur Itis was giving me some bother, of course, he would. Haha!

After the session, with the usual few dropsies, I took on the painful challenge with my beloved sock-glide, of getting the extra-long bamboo socks on! A struggle that left me with several bruises on the fingers and knees. Hah, well! I’m glad I did, cause they helped keep a warmer on the trip to and back from Arnold.

When the Iceland delivery arrived, I found another IC (Inchcock Cock-up) that I’m made. Just look at the size of the Surf liquid soap powder, that I’d bought! I took the shot of it next to a kitchen towel and the China tea mug; to show the relatively massive size of the bottle!  Another Accifauxpa!

I got things ready, and wobbled off down, out and along to the bus stop. A big crowd of Winwoodonians had gathered, and I harkened to the gossiping. The bus arrived, and Mary (Jean) and I got on the side-saddle seats and had a natter en route to Arnold. Mary gt off to go to Wilko, and I stayed on until the Asda (Walmart) store. Where I dropped off the bus and into the shop. I found the kettles and was impressed with the different choices on offer. This caused me a headache, cause I had to pick one out, my dithering and undecidedness came to the fore! I selected one, (£12) in the end but later found out I’d picked a box with a white one in it, not the grey one I thought it was. Never mind.

I went on a search for the headphones, which took me a while to find, but once I saw the dirty-great-big sign hanging from the ceiling saying ‘Headphones’, I located them. I’m quick sometimes yer know, Haha! I opted for a cheap set, that looked to be comfortable to wear, £8, then went on a hobble around the food section. Ending up at the checkout with the kettle, headphones, instant mash and some bread thins. Paying the server, but the machine kept rejecting my card? Luckily I remembered my number, and it took it then?

Outside, I took a terrible red-eye photograph, that should have been showing the Nottinghamian pavement cyclist, but he wasn’t seeable in the photo? 

I think he was hidden behind the lady with a stick, who he’s just swerved around. Git!

There was a good half an hour before the L9 bus was due. So, I crossed the road and had a look in the Fulton Foods Store for any bargains. But there wasn’t any! Well, there was some extra strong cheddar cheese on offer, shredded, but I had to buy two packs to get the special price. And two boxes of Cheese-Nibbles.

I paid the lady who was talking to a friend for the whole transaction. I went outside and took this photograph to the left of the shop. The shadows cast by the strong but cold sunshine and the reflections from the glass made good photography difficult. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it, Haha!

Then I photographed to the right. Not too many folks about, but the shops seemed to have plenty of people shoplifting in them… I mean shopping in them. (Or do I?)

The bus stop in this picture is the one I made my way to catch the L9 back to the flats. Mary was sat there when I arrived, and we nattered merrily away about nothing and even less than nothing.

She told me that the Wilko Store she went to was closed, due to a break-in last night! Both of us had our hearing aid batteries run out! So it was a bit of a hit and miss, guessing game what the other person was saying, all the way back to the flats! I think we were both confused by that then!

I opened a box of the cheese nibbles, gave Mary one to try and had a taste myself. She liked them, I didn’t, so I gave her the two boxes. Back at the flats we both walked, in silence almost, again to Woodthorpe Court. Both of us needed to get new batteries fitted. Heh!

When I got in the door, I found bumph on the floor. But worryingly, a note from the Phlebotomist who had called while I was out!

No one told me she was coming today, just an email from the Sherrington Park Medical Practice, Doctors Surgery receptionist, telling me she will arrange a visit for the Phlebotomist to call to take the blood!

A check on that Email revealed another cock-up on my behalf! The date was given at the bottom, no timing of course. If they had written the day as well, it might have sunk in easier, but, no excuse. Self-Contempt-Mode adopted, with a twinge of shame!

Low in spirits now. I got the NZ lamb in the oven cooking and prepped the other foods ready for the dinner. Got the fodder served up, and enjoyed a feast, but my shame at forgetting the blood Angel was niggling at me.

A flavour rating of 8/10 for the meal.

Got the pots washed. Got the new headphones on, and settled down in the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner. Got the TV on, and the new headphones were so much louder and clearer with the new ear-set working fine! I thought, these are not comfortable at all, but I’ll get used to them in time.

I put the ‘For You’re Eyes only’ old Bond DVD on. But it wasn’t for my eyes! Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Frid 19 July 2019: Another mixed day: Frictious, Accident-Prone and Logic-Free!

Friday 19th July 2019

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 19 Gorffennaf 2019

01:35hrs. I woke up wobbling and shaking all over – but whatever the cause was I’ll never know, it stopped within a minute or so, I lay there for a few moments, fearing I may have had another stroke, got pneumonia or whatever. But things were fine, no pains whatsoever, and the shivering stopped. Perhaps I had had a dream? I expect so, it’s not rare for me to forget the nocturnal meditations, and something later in the day triggers the brain to recollect things.

I became almost sprightly, as I removed my obesely potbellied short torso, with its fluid-filled legs and gangly thin arms, slumbering, short, plump, ailment-ridden body from the second-hand, tatty, beige coloured, c1968, rickety recliner. Walkingsticklessy I hobbled the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), revealing that it had not been used overnight at all (a rarity indeed!), and had an ELWPWW (Extremely-Long-Weak-Powerless-Wee-wee).  

Apart from some lingering cramps in the fingers, I began to feel practically perky! Without the walking stick, I limped into the kitchen and put the kettle on and started to do the hand-washing. Rinsed and put the things on the upright airer for drying, when a smattering of common-sense broke into my brain, and I decided to fetch a stick to use.

I was in the wet room, cleaning and sanitising the grey bucket, and needed another wee-wee, so I used the WC. What a change for this passage of fluid! An ELPSOA (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-Allover) wee-wee. Unbelievable! By the time I had stopped the persistent flow, I don’t think there was anywhere in the room that had not been sprayed or splashed on, including me! Why this outburst from my inner splanchnic area, I don’t know, but the humorous side came out in me a little. I was having a persiflage, a repartee, or banter with myself about the calamity, all of the hour I had used up while cleaning my torso and the room!

But the self-nattering soon stopped! As I was cleaning out the mop head, the danged arm and shoulder went off on one their polyneuropathy inspired dancing sessions. It didn’t last for long, but enough for me to clout myself on the head with the mop handle as it swung around before I could let go of it! I should perhaps have been more annoyed than I was, but I appreciated how god things in the ‘dancin’ department had been lately, I think that relieved the temper a bit.

Back to the kitchen, stick in hand, and got the kettle on the boil again.

Got the medications taken, and after winning the battle to get the sphygmomanometer to work, I did the health checks.

Another reason to be pleased, all bar the temperature which was only 34.6°c, things looked really good to me.

 Well, blow-me! Back to the wet room for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised. What a painful struggle and experience that was! Cor, Luvvaduck and blimey! (which is nearly what I said, ahem!) I have not laboured like that before, but at least there was no bleeding (astonishingly). I thought it was bad enough being indoors waiting and not knowing if the nurse will call or not to take the blood, without being stuck in the wet room on the throne! Hehe!

I observed that something had been put through the letterbox, and went to investigate. The envelope contained a sample-vial, and Jenny had delivered it for me. She is so kind to me. ♥

I went to find some clothes to put on later and noticed the legs were looking a bit battered again. The skin was ashen looking once more. The papsules, lumps and spots seem to have increased, too. It’s the first time since I’ve been wearing these bamboo socks that the swelling marks have shown up on the pins?

 I needed another wee-wee and used the grey bucket to control the spray in case it comes out like last time. It came out worserer! At least the splashback from the short, but hose-pipe-like release, was more concentrated and forceful, thus, to avoid getting anything but me wet! Tsk!

I had a wash down, then got on the computer to update and post off the Thursday post. Which was at first. Easier than of late, no dancing from the limbs kicked off for ages, I’m glad to say. I got through the finalisation and got the post all but posted when the arm and shoulder started playing up.

In celebration, I thought I’d make a cuppa. The drilling noises, presumably from the on-going fitting of the new intercoms, was much fainter now, so it might get more so, as the day goes on, and the chap moves on to a higher floor? (I was wrong, it got louder an hour later, Hehe!).

The view from the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen windows looked rather nice, and I tried with the old Nikon camera, to take a panoramic shot. I’m afraid it took me eight tries, but on the last one, it took alright! Smug-Mode Adopted.

A shame the Nikon on will not let me take any wide shots. I assume this is because it so much smaller, with tiny buttons, and my Anoxonotmesis Neuralgia affected hands, arms, leg, and shoulder know about this, and refuse to hold steady long enough for me to take the shot? Hehehe!

I got the Thursday file updated and sent off at last. A total of nine wee-wees, all of the persistent and of various ‘Getting-Yourself-Wet’ modes!

I set about creating the graphics for and then started off this blog. It took me ages, far longer than it should have, thanks to the twitching and jumping limbs. I got as far as here and went to get the very-belated ablutions done. Hopefully, I will not rush about and risk any cuts!

I haven’t heard from the doctors about the INR Warfarin blood not being taken. I don’t suppose they are too interested.

Made some black bags and one recycling up, took the rubbish ones to the chute of the way out. With my walking down Winchester Street,

Bags, to the waste chute, one to the recycling bin.

Taking a walk to Sherwood with four-wheeler trolley-guide. It is better at going downhill  (I thought!).

I was greeted by rain when I got outside. Dropped the bags at the bin, and had a miserable, wet, depressing walk along Chestnut Way, to 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.

Oberstgruppenführeress Wardens Deana and Generalfeldmarschalless Julie were in the hut. A quick natter and nibbles handed out, then back out into the rain.

I took this first shot from under the brolly as I set off. See the orange bowser and chap in the picture? He was watering the grass lawns. Haha!

The four-wheeled trolley was uncontrollable with only one hand. The other was holding the umbrella! It was going all over the place, and progress was hard and slow. Especially going down Winchester Street hill.

Heck of a struggle and the brakes were useless in the wet, meant I had to go out onto the road, and nearly went over as I did so.

I got back on the pavement further down the road.

It was not cold at all, and no wind to worry about, either meteorological or physical. Hehehe!

As I got down and passing the bus stop, the cars gave my trousers a splashing, soaked the legs and bum!

A bit nearer Mansfield Road, a car gave me a splashing, and the shoe and socks got soaked as well!

The trolley was even more wayward as it got wetter en route. Near the trees and bushes, the leaves and petals got stuck to the trolley wheels, and it became even more difficult to control!

There were not many folks about, but who can blame them in this weather.

I tumbled down the kerb at this junction with Winchester Street. I didn’t fall over, mind, but the foot did go in a deep puddle of water. I may have one of the cleanest pairs of feet in Nottingham soon!  Humph! I got down to the bottom, and turned right, to the Co-op.

I got in the shop and bought just a packet of decent looking quality pod peas. Paid the lady, and back out, and up the hill towards the L9 bus stop, to get home. I was far too miserable and wet to stay out. On the short hobble, a Big Issue seller, with two mobile in use, Two Heart Foundation and a beggar tried to stop me for a cash donation.

At the bus stop, the shelter was full, but no bother, I was so wet by then it didn’t matter to me one iota. Anyway, if I went under, out of the rain, the trolley couldn’t be used to sit on, it was also precipitationaly affected. Haha!

A queue had gathered, that kept going down in number as each bus arrived, yet still, two women were sat in the shelter. I assumed that they must be waiting for the L9 as well.

But no, a minute or two later, a Land Rover Vogue pulled up and collected them. The cheek of it! Keeping all those bus passengers out in the rain! Haha!

The lock-up shop opposite the bus stop, although still having the For Rent sign above, had opened again, a second-hand clobber retailer.

When the L9 bus arrived, it was late, but in this weather, I felt lucky it came at all, there were many of the Winwood Heights clan on board. As usual, I got on last as all those who arrived after I had, rushed forward. Ah, well! I sat on a side-saddle seat next to Mary, we chatted, and Ray and Pete joined in on the short trip up the hill, and home. I walked back to Woodthorpe Court with Mary, and we continued our chinwagging.

Just as I was getting the trolley up the kerb, the leg, arm and shoulder burst into a Peripheral Neuralgia inspired dancing and shaking! Mary showed her concern, and it all over within a minute or so, thankfully. At least it waited until the end of my vicambulation. Doris joined us afterwards, and we all went up in the lift cage together. Nibbles were shared, and a laugh had between us.

I got in the flat, and dried and cleaned the trolley. Had a wash, then decided to get a load of the fresh pod peas podded, ready for the morning. Enough for me tonight, and Josie and me on Saturday, or Sunday, I’ve not been able to get in touch with her again this week either, to find out what day and time she’d like her nosh doing and delivering. Most frustrating every weekend!

I cleverly used the bowl to catch the pods and any escaping peas, while I  podded them. However, things didn’t go according to plan, But, with my luck, this was no surprise. Hehe! By the time I had shelled just three pods, two had gone missing, flew off into the ether. Finishing the last one, and around eight peas had absconded in total. I found two later, though. Huh!

The meal was served up. It consisted of beef pasties, Marmite cheese, tomatoes, fresh peas, and some mash with lots of mature cheddar cheese! Another good un! 9.22/10 Flavour rating!

Put the TV on to watch Rumpole of the Bailey, nodded off and missed the ending of it.

Had to get up for a wee-wee, they seemed to be changing again, this one was of the SHS (Short-Hosepipelike-Sensationless) mode of wee-wee. One of the dangerous ones, that one cannot tell when or if it is finished! Hahaha! Thinking things in the wee-wee department might get worse (They didn’t), I emptied and sanitised the grey plastic bucket. I’m glad I did, though. I found two more peas!

Got down, and soon nodded off again!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 3rd July 2019: An exasperating, frazzling, hagriding day. Hey-Ho!

Thursday 3rd July 2019: 0325hrs: Very unfortunate, unwelcome, silly, cataclysmal, detrimental, soul-destroying, pathetic, and typical of old Inchy nowadays. Who, in conjunction with the amazingly unreliable Liberty-Global Virgin Media, and the Peripheral Neuralgia/Axonotmesis ailments, or as the Podiatrists said, too many ‘Issues’, and the photographicaIisationing  handicap: The following updating in the morning, I managed, after hours and hours of work, to lose all the efforts (apart from the first couple of paragraphs) I’d done on this post!

Eventually, I stopped crying and swearing. Then I started again! Grrr! Nash! Sob!

So, I made this up from a few distant memories I could remember, (not many) a few notes I had made, and the recall-prompting photo’s I’d taken.

Wednesday 3rd July 2019

Bulgarian: Сряда, 3 юли 2019

04:00hrs. I woke late, it was light, getting up was a fight. (Free poetry thrown in there, folks, Hehe!) Knocked things off of the Ottoman, as I freed myself from the clutches of the c1968 second-hand, grotty-beige coloured, near-dilapidated, rickety recliner. The EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) was utilised, for a messy WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee).

I had to sprint (Gawd, if ever I’ve used the wrong word, this is it! Hehehe!) to the wet room. As I settled on the Throne, the stick I’d rested against the wall, slipped down and the handle-part landed in my shin and slid down hitting me on toes. But it didn’t register with me entirely at the time. Cause the evacuation needed all my attention. Most reluctant again. Plenty of bleeding after it eventually got released, with a kerplonk! Much cleaning to be done. Thinking about it, I must have one of the most stubbed, trodden-on and ugly, big toes in England? Haha!

Vague.

The Morrison order arrived. A big one as well!

The chap had got in without ringing the intercom, so someone had let him in again. The NCH management has left posters and sent letters to each flat asking us not to admit anyone, but let the caller use the communication device and whoever they are visiting for any reason, can let them in.  But with the man having on his uniform and the groceries with him, as with seeing a nurse, it is hard not to admit them. A problem this, cause one day someone is going to come in wearing a uniform of sorts and will be let in!

Well, this big lot means I will not need another delivery for next week. My having an order every two weeks, is working out well. As long as I can get out for bread, milk and fresh stuff in between. I’m not doing too bad at all, under the circumstances (The ailments). Ah, no, the ‘Too many Issues’ It sounds a lot posher! Hehe!

I spent many hours on CorelDraw doing graphics for later use on the blogs. Far too long! With the speed of typing and doing the artwork being handicapped by ‘Too many Issues’ and all the correcting work needed, it is hard work and time-consuming!

The meal was a bit special. A Flavour-Rating of a mammoth 9/10 was given for it. The mushrooms, done with Balsamic vinegar, the peas, the tomatoes were all great tasting. Yet the ham off-cuts and milk bread sarnies were the best of the lot. Gorgeous!

Settled down with a Rumpole of the Bailey to watch on TV. I took this photograph of the pins while sat sitting there.

The leg ulcer is trying to return again, I think. Some new blotches appearing on the ankle. But it seems to change each day, recently. Keeps the Hypochondriasis side going. Munchausen’s syndrome, I do not need. Hahaha! 

TTFNski.

Inchcock Today – Sat 25 May 2019: An irritating, omnium-gatherum ridden day, and sleep deprived night!

Saturday 25th May 2019

Icelandic: Laugardaginn 25 Maí 2019

 03:30hrs. What a horrible, macabre, perturbing and disturbing night’s effort at sleeping. (I might think of more words to add to this list later, like atrocious, dreadful, direful, hideous, contemptible, execrable, lousy, frustrating, heinous, laughable, doleful, third-rate, rebarbative… depictive words like that! Oy Vey and Pickled Walnuts!

I only got about an hour in, then woke in need of the Porcelain Throne. Or at least I thought I required the Porcelain Throne. An almost nippy exit from the £300, c1968, grotty-beige coloured rickety, ramshackle recliner, the feet,, and toes were giving me bother once I stood up, and off to the wet room. Much wind and no movement, despite great painful efforts made, and my continuing to take the Senna tablets? While I sat there a long time, failing to prompt any activity from the innards, the causes of my lack of kip flowed monositantly and incessantly into the brain. Of course, as to be expected, there were no understanding or solutions found on my behalf, of why, or what can be done to solve this relatively new conundrum?

By the I capitulated and gave up all hope of internal movements, I was not interested in sleep anymore. In fact, it was a struggle to find anything to be involved in. Then I remembered it was Saturday, the Cheesy potato meal for Josie. This cheered me up a little.

A wee-wee of the VSSWWW (Very-Short-Sprinkly-Weak-Wee-Wee) urination classification. And then went to get the medications ready and do the Health Checks. A bit different today; Dia 154, Sys 69, Pulse 88, and temperature 54.8°. Getting the tablets out of the blister packs reminded me of Ping-Pong. Humph! The finger-ends were dancing about when they made contact with anything hard, more than ever before, and it lasted far longer too, this time. The right leg was occasionally jumping, but I’ve almost gotten used to that. 

I wanted to make a start on Saturday… erm Friday Inchcock to get it done. There is a lot of photographs and writing to take place. The fingers slowing me down was bad enough, but then the Liberty-Global crap Virgin Internet started going so slow! Of course, its the weekend again!

I stopped trying to use the computer, in the hopes that it will come back to its average pathetic speed soon. “In the hopes…” saying such a thing brings on a feeling of dysphoria, and an acceptance of just how stupid I really am!

I made a brew of tea and got some hand-wash clobber in the bowl with freshener and liquid soap powder. A heavy shirt and a pair of bamboo socks. Oh, and the Ankle-Strappings.

I checked on the computer, and surprisingly, the Liberty-Global internet service was still hogwash and slow. So, I have to be careful without the Ankle-Support on, but at least I am not going out anywhere. Another reason for feeling low!

So I carried on with the hand-washing, and did my best to wring them out and got them on the slow-airer flatbed, and hung some up.

Despite the Liberty-Global ramshackle pretend service being so slow, I pressed on, battling not only internet, but the electrified jumping fingers, and it was a hell of a struggle, too, I can tell yers. Humph!

Some or other I got the blog finished but was really in need of some sleep. iLife was feeling mashugana to me now!

A lot of tap-tap, nock-knocking from the flat above this morning. I hope he’s fell over and injured himself, self-stabbed with one of his screwdrivers or drills. Oh, I meant I hope he’s not fell over and hurt himself, self-stabbed with one of his screwdrivers or drills. Silly me!

I called to see what time Josie would like her nosh, but no answer.

I kept turning the clothes that were drying.

I went on TFZ Facebooking then WordPress Reader.

I called to see what time Josie would like her nosh, but no answer.

I made a start on this post. But after an hour or so, the internet became even slower.

I called to see what time Josie would like her nosh, Aha! She was up and answered.

We agreed 12:30 > 13:00hrs for the food to be delivered.

I took some photographs from the view-blocking, thick-framed, multi-glass-panes cleaning needed new Kitchen window, that I have to get on a step ladder in the event of my wanting to see anything below, like a fire engine, ambulance or policeman. I take back the last one, we don’t even see any policemen anywhere in Sherwood, and precious few in Nottingham. Tsk!

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Got the cheesy potatoes in the oven already, turned them up and went into the wet room to get the ablutions done.

All cleaned up and feeling better, I got Josie’s nosh prepared and went to deliver it for her, at 12:55hrs. No answer to her doorbells. Oh, dear!

I titivated the drying clothes and got my potatoes in the oven.

No answer to her doorbells. Oh, dear! Mark Two!

 Later, with my potatoes burning and hers going cold, I went again to delivery Josies for her. She answered she had not heard the last two bell rings.

Shame it was as hot as I would have liked to have been for her. Still, the gal ate it all she said, apart from the bread, she does not eat white bread, sourdough or otherwise.

I did a bit of updating on this blog, then Josie called to return the tray and things. She seemed to have enjoyed it, which pleased me.

I got my plate of food. But once again, I overdid the quantity. I ate the cheesy-potatoes (Of course, Hehe!), some of the tomatoes, sausages, and cucumber, and a little of the greenery, along with the mandarins in water. Not so bad though, I reckon I consumed about 70% of the fodder on offer.Not too bad, really, and the cheesy-potato flavouring was out-of-this-world, delectable. I used distilled vinegar this time, with a little bit of mustard and sea salt added to the mix.

I got down to watch some TV and set the timer, so I wouldn’t miss that Jackie Chan’s film, ‘Who am I’. A light-weight semi-comedy.

Josie rang the ‘I only want to be with you’ tuned doorbells. She gave me some yogourts and two potatoes. It was her way of saying thank you, I think, bless her cotton socks. ♥

Back to trying to get to sleep, and I saw an advert for the Hughie Tyson v unheard of Canadian Norrad fight. Being as kip was again showing no signs of coming, I foolishly stayed up to watch it. Crap! Absolute rubbish!

To make things worse, I was feeling so tired, despite having done nothing physical for ages, but Morpheus meant to avoid me at all costs. Then the brain started throwing things at me, my worries, desires, and failures, with childhood misery-memories thrown in the salmagundi of sleep denying torments.

The curtains were drawn, and I pulled the bobble hat down over my eyes. This was not working. So I tried the thinking of happier times… which took a lot of memory searching, and brought to mind more errors and wrong choices I had made over the years: Which made sleep even more distant and reluctant! I concentrated on the angling days at Attenborough reserve. And this brought on how much I miss my pipe of Erinmore Mixture. Getting disturbed, wanting a wee-wee so often. This was not working at all.

However, sheer tiredness, I think, got me off to kip eventually. By then it was about 03:00hrs!

I woke in need of a wee-wee at 05:35hrs. Peed-off! Tsk!

Inchcock Today: Saturday 18th May 2019: I felt so lonely without the medical folk calling. Hehe!

Saturday 18th May 2019

German: Samstag, 18. Mai 2019

04:25hrs. I woke, feeling so sapped and narcoleptic. This, despite my having just been in the arms of Morpheus, for the most extended sleep I’ve had in years! (At least I think I had). And yet unwanted ignavia, persisted? I believe that I’d slept for about eight-and-a-half hours!

Thinking about it, I suppose the therapy exercises with Nurse Sue yesterday, might have taken more out of me than I thought?

I heaved my crassulent torso from the £300 second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige recliner, and took the two steps to use the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). I was benumbed when I found it almost a third-filled. I have no recollections of waking up to use it during my nocturnal head-down? I shall resist telling you of what it looked like, apart from unnatural. I added to the quantity without much pain for once. Still thick and coloured a pale yellow, damn it, I’ve told you now. Hehe! A new bowdlerisation or an acronym for today’s latest style of wee-wee would be a TCRWW (Thick-Colourful-Reluctant-Wee-Wee). But more aggressive than those of recent days. It seems the Nitrofurantoin antibiotic tablets are doing their job, I hope.

I took the medications, including the Nitrofurantoin, and carried out the Health Checks.

Then off to the wet room, for a shave, wash, teggies and scrub up. Applied the pain gel generously on the Arthur Itis and Axonotmesis affected legs and knees. Then Haemorrhoids Harold was creamed. The next job, tackling the Sock-Glide, which was a log, difficult job today. PPs and togs on. Deorisational spraying and aftershave applied. Both pairs of Spectacles cleaned. Hearing aids de-waxed. Olive oil inserted in both of the lug-holes. And off to make a mug of tea.

On the way to the kitchen, the right arm, hand and leg went off on one of their Shaking Shaun episodes, a vicious one. Nothing could be done, so I just waiting, glad that no one was there to see it, and waited for the bout to stop. Luckily, I had the walking stick with me when it arrived. The fingers were reluctant to stop the shakes, but all the other affected areas calmed down to a stop for me, in about ten minutes or so. Much longer than usual.

I made the brew, and got on the computer, to update yesterday’s diary. Which was a little farcical! With the finger ends jumping all over the place each time I hit the keypad; a lot more time correcting was spent than typing. Then, just to make things a bit more interesting, the violent sneezing started! Humph!

The Carer, Anton arrived and soon had the Ankle-Support fitted. He’s mastered the job now.

Back to the computer and: Most annoyingly…

I battled on against the ailments, the Liberty-Global Internet and repetitious amendments, and got the post finished and sent off, eventually. Worra life! Hehe!

I made a start on creating the draft for this post. When another Shaking Shaun episode arrived. But this one only lasted for the more usual few minutes. I began to type again and realised I had to take an antibacterial tablet. So took it, and made another cuppa. Then I got the potatoes baking in the oven.

Then onto CorelDraw to make some Page Headers and Thoughts to use for tomorrow’s blog.

Josie called. I plan to get the meal ready for 13:00hrs, so she can get the bus put to visit her family in time.

Stopped computerising to take care with the nosh.

Delivered Josies, then got mine sorted.

Again I couldn’t eat it all, but the cheesy potatoes got devoured completely!

I think the new medications are making me more tired, lose my appetite, and struggle with the wee-weeing. Tsk!

Josie returned the plates etc. I’m so glad she enjoyed it.

Did the washing up, took the antibiotic tablet and settled down to watch some TV. I was soon asleep again, a deep one.

But the need for another wee-wee woke me up (luckily!), and things were changing for the better I think. I passed what must have been half a cup. That’s more then I have moved in a long time. So the Nitrofurantoin is working with the infection.

Back down in the £300 second-hand recliner, and nodded off again.

Woke in need of another wee-wee. Washed up and took the medications, changed into the nightwear, and again nodded off.

Woke up to use the Porcelain Throne, but things were still hard and solid, although a little evacuated, painfully. Humph!

The rest of the kipping was intermittent throughout the night. I kept waking with a different problem or worry on my mind each time. It was heavy going.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 14th May 2019: Mega-Busy Medical Visitations

Tuesday 14th May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 14 Mai 2019

04:10hrs: Woke, and lay there sensing and searching to the pains, they were aplenty. Legs, feet, knees, etc. giving me discomfort. But not surprisingly so, after yesterdays long limp around Nottingham’s medical centres.

Eventually, thinking I needed the Porcelain Throne, (I was wrong). I extracted my body and limbs painfully from the second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner, and arrived at the wet room, it was apparent that things were still solid in rear extraction department, with no signs of any encouragement. The wee-weeing was yet again, of the SSPWW (Short-Sprinkly-Wee-wee). Messy!

The carer arrived, and with the aches and pains being bad, he put on my bamboo socks then, the Ankle-Support strapping on for me.

The limbs from yesterday’s two enforced on me, extra appointments and all the hobbling involved, were bad enough before the Social Services boss arrived later with his snide comments, and breaking off to talk to someone on his mobile, giving his location or what it will be later in the day. Making me feel redundant and even more of a nuisance to him, than I already am.

He said he could not understand why I can’t fit the Ankle-Support myself. Then advised me that he was taking me off the current service level, and on to another. Which will mean Carer attendance will be from 07:00hrs to 09:00hrs each morning. Got me to sign three times on a document, that I have no idea was. This is bad for me, but I am only a patient. This means I could miss the 09:30hr bus every day, as I cannot use the shower because of the noise before 08:00hrs, and this will now possibly be put back to 09:00hrs with the new contract. Which will not leave me time to shave shower etc. in time to catch the bus, in the event of the carer coming later. Life is playing some nasty tricks on me in my old age.

The young, handsome, fit, tall and good-looking boss, then tackled the sink plug problem for me, and it is now working fine. A look around, and he departed. Bless him!

Dejected and despondent, I took the morning medications and had a wash, shave and did the teggies.

Had a go at updating this blog.

Sharon from the Stoke Team arrived. She had tried to ring earlier, that would be the call I had when I was shaving, and could not get to in time to answer. She said some of her requests were cut off? She wanted to know if she could bring a trainee with her. I said that would be no bother, and she called the girl, then went down to let her in.

I’m afraid I get carried away when someone comes to see me. I think I irritated Sharon a little, with my losing the plot, and wandering off the subjects. Silly old alter-cocker! 

A long time was spent in discussions, questions, and answers, etc. Too long I think. As I said, due to my getting sidetracked from the reason they were here. Fool that I am! I showed her the photographs of the wounds, and they ask that I take off the screen. All the blood made Sharon feel a bit sick, Oh dearie me. So I removed them and apologised.

Perfect timing, though. As the two ladies departed, Caroline and Sonia arrived for the therapy session.

The two ladies showed interest in my Whoopsiedangleplops. In me, actually. After several hours of exercises. Therapy training.

My walking outside being assessed with the three-wheeled-trolley-guide, which brought some interest from Gaynor, Mo, The NCH Housing Patch Manager and opera singer, amongst other tenants.

So much was gone through and considered for safety, but I cannot remember it all. Just enjoying it. Sonia departed and left Caroline to do some assessment exercises with me. Ah, yes, I remember a bit more now; Caroline cancelled her Friday visit and moved it to Wednesday 22nd May. Ah, we checked something about the medications, I think Sonia is to ask a nurse to look into them for me.

I was obviously annoying again, with my drifting from the topics. Ahem! Well, I love em so! Humph!

During the morning, it is now well into the afternoon, many pathetic SSPWW were taken, and are still now. I think this problem, might have something to do with the medications?

When they had both departed, I nipped up to see Jenny. Only stayed at the door a few moments. It was so gladdening to see her again.

Got some cheesy potatoes mixed, intend to take a nibble to Josie to try, with balsamic vinegar. What a farce, my getting back to my 12th floor. I ended up going down to the ground floor and back up to mine. Hehe!

Took some photographs from the balcony and kitchen windows.

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Got the cheesy potato presented and went to see if Josie was in. But she wasn’t.

Took the medicines and got my chicken thigh and cheesy potato served up. Josie was not in. So I put her potato to cool and go in the fridge later.

I got mine served up and watched some TV. The headphones are not working. Fancy that!

I burnt the meal a bit. Ahem! Can you guess what it was, originally? Hehe!

Took the ankle-support off painfully, and got settled down in the £300 second-hand, rickety c1968 recliner, with my feet up high on the swivel chair.

The legs were of different sizes and different colours. But they both ached. Soon to be visited by Colin Cramps, and visciously so! Tsk!

It took me ages to get to sleep. When Colin Cramps eventually left me, the mind-control was handed over to my “Frustrations, Fears and Fantasising Forum” for an hour or so. To allow panics etc. to wander free through my poor brain.

I had to get up for one of my wee-wees, and yet another false-alarm on the Throne.

Thankfully, I dropped off soon when I got down again. I must have been tired, I reckon I slept for seven hours.

Inchcock Today – Sun 24th Feb 19: Despite all the Calamities, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, Ailments and Multitudinous Wee-wees; Peace within, reigned!

Sunday 24th February 2019

Hungarian: 2019. február 24., vasárnap

00:35hrs. I stirred into semi-ersatz life, with the most wretched and tormenting headache I can ever remember having in my life (Using the word life, in its loosest definition). I put this down to last night’s nasty Dizzy Dennis attack.

I lay there, pondering over whether to risk taking any extra Codeines to counter the annoying almost audibly hearable (to me, anyway), drone-drone and throbbing from the cephalalgia.

 It then dawned on me, as my slowly awakening brain, registered that I needed a wee-wee, the Porcelain Throne and that Little Inchies fungal lesion was emitting the dreaded wet and warm tingling sensation that comes when it is bleeding!

I thought to myself: “This is not going to be one of my better days!” Not for this old Shlimazel!

As I dismounted the c.1968 rickety, rusty, rattling recliner, more problems presented themselves.

  • The left foot’s heel had swollen more than the rest of the legs and feet and proved to be a handicap for me to walk without pain each time I put the foot down.
  • Arthur Itis in the already misshaped warped right knee was causing more discomfort.
  • Kidney Pain Kevin was active from the moment I moved.
  • I found the Emergency Grey Wee-Wee Bin was nearly half full. (But again, I could not recall waking or getting out the recliner and using it overnight?) Then I had to use it.

 Then, I knocked the bottle of spring water off of the Ottoman. Oddly, there were no under-the-breath cursings or self-pitying; Just deference to my medical-misfortunes. A surrender to, and submission to the situation. A belief, nay, a conviction, that this is how things are now, and I had the ability to bounce back! (Worryingly. Hehe!) 

Off to wet room first. Much to be done in there this morning. The evacuation was another messy one-push-and-all-over classification. But Trotsky Terence’s influence seemed less powerful this time. (Crossing fingers here!)

I Checked out the pins (legs) and wound next.

The new spots of papsules around the healing original wound were spreading up and around the leg now. The lower parts of the limb were much more fluid-filled than the top half. None of the sensations of worms inside trying to get out, were present this morning.

As for the moon-crater resembling right knee, that Arthur Itis is now having a bash at, it had lost some of the colouring blotches. But, it looked like the patella could go into an eruption-mode at any time. Hehe!

I gave up on getting the socks on, just too painful to do. Thankfully I do not need to go out today. I hope things improve for tomorrow’s surgery visit.

Cleaning and medicationalisationing Inchies fungal lesion was the worst part of the visit. The pain and stopping the bleeding took me ages to get done. (A few silent mutterings that included some Arghs and curse words were uttered!)

Had another wee-wee. They were now coming in the SSVDWW (Short-Sharp-Variable-Dribbling-wee-wees) style.

I’d been up an hour already, and had got nothing done other than bodily movements and medicationalisationing. Tsk! I got the Emergency Grey Wee-wee Bin cleaned and disinfected. I put antiseptic and Zoflora citrus disinfectant, a laundry pod and a handful of soap powder in the bin. Hopefully, this will reduce the whiff from it when it is used. Taking it back to its location near the computer, I had to use it!

Back to the kitchen, washed my hands and got the Health Checks done.

Despite all the hassles and accifauxpas this morning, I was mildly pleased to see that the BP had come down a tad.

I made a brew of the extra-strong Gengettie tea, and took it to the computer, with the intention of getting yesterdays blog updated ready for sending off.

But not yet it proved, as en route, I spilt the tea, and it fell mostly on my pyjama bottoms! Oh, dearie me!

I made another brew and got on with the Saturday post. Just writing about Micheal’s visit cheered me up a bit. I will not let my unfortunatisms get me down today! Notwithstanding this chronic persistent headache perhaps. I took the medications, an extra Codeine (that seems to have failed to ease the head pains), and a Furesomide. I might have to try another Codeine later if things don’t get any better with this unique to me head-slitting hemicrania. Never before has Inchcock been bothered by such a migraine! Of course, it could be something else more serious, but best to not think of that. Hehe!

Finally, I got on with the updating. I didn’t get it finished until late on in the morning. And I reckon that around eight interceptions for a wee-wee and one for another Porcelain Throne session didn’t help.

I had to empty, clean and disinfect the Emergency-Grey-Bin again. Washed the hands and contact surface areas with the antisepticated cloth.

I took this photo of the skyline from the unwanted light & view blocking, with glass that is impossible for me to reach to clean new kitchen window.

It looked so peaceful out there. Considering the latest headlines from the Nottingham Post: Body found in park, Spike in knife crime, City Centre stabbing – Man with lifethreatening injuries, Armed Police stand-off after Machete attack, Dangerous sex attacker at large after escaping from prison van, on the way from Nottingham, Man arrested after assault outside Aspley pub, Pensioner, 78, threatened with a knife and left unconscious after burglary, Prison officer jailed after she ‘fell in love’ with convicted murderer, Two arrested following armed robbery, Woman is banned from Home Bargains store after defecating on a bench outside, ‘Experienced’ thief stole car parked at Asda – but he’s been given a chance to go straight, Lawyer with possible ‘addiction’ to child porn sent image to chat room user, Witness appeal after man kicked in the head and assaulted by three men, Police hunt three masked men armed with air pistol, machete and baton after robbery, Three men to appear in court charged in connection with Sherwood pub burglary, Nottingham woman to appear in Jamaican court after seizure of cocaine worth $4million, Man, 21, stabbed in broad daylight outside Nottingham takeaway, and Plans to bring the World Naked Bike Ride to Nottingham underway!

Anyone wishing to spend a holiday in Nottingham, you might like to stay at the Park Inn by Radisson, on Mansfield Road. Then, when you get yourself an armed guard escort, you can pop up the road and see me at the surgery three times a week, for a chinwag and gossip! Hehehe!

I made a start on this blog after posting the Saturday one off to WordPress. Well, after another wee-wee. The evacuations have now turned to LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wees). I stood there with Emergency Grey Bin in hand and the trickle started. By the time it had ended, the heel of the left foot had started hurting with my standing for so long. I nearly nodded off a couple of times. But, I will not let it get me down today! This new found resolution I’d acquired is a bit worrying, to say the least. Another Woodthorpe Court Mystery for me to get confused over!

I went to make another brew of tea, and the previously hidden moon made an appearance! I thought it might be a good idea, to go out on the balcony take a shot of it.

It wasn’t, as it turned out. Although I was pleased with my careful manipulation of the already rusting metal pressure spring opener on the side window, and getting any fingers trapped this time. My being perhaps over-confident with this, I banged my wrist on the clip when closing the window! I now have the funniest looking welt on the wrist!

But the oddest of all, was as I took the picture, Colin Cramps attacked and distorted the fingers all overthe place. Haha, serves me right!

However, I am still dead set on not letting things make me all sorry for myself and depressed today – whatever it throws at me! ‘Dead set’ not have been the best choice of words to use. He-he! I just didn’t appreciate how life would be when I got older: A salmagundi of confusion, pain and anguish, yet a laugh-a-minute, weird and wacky at the same time!

I pressed on with the updating, times getting on now, just as well it’s Sunday, so no buses to tempt me to go out, but, as Tim Price said in a comment, ‘At least having the wees and the Trotskies at least keeps you active while indoors’. My sort of wit, that!

0800hrs: I had an LSPDOWW, and poddled off to wash my hands and make another drink.

By golly, a right pea-souper of a fog had descended outside!

I’ve not seen one like this for a long time.

I got the kettle on and had another wee-wee, this time a lot shorter evacuation.

I treated myself to a slightly bigger mug, of the Gengettie Special tea-bag brew. I also took another Codeine, cause the headaches is showing no signs of getting any easier. Tsk! I’d started a new box of the tablets from another different supplier. They are so small compared to the usual ones, I hope I don’t ever drop any. Haha!

I went on the WP comments to reply to some. I answered both of them.

Got this post started, in between some frightful wee-wees.

0850hrs: I went on the TFZer Facebook page.

Got some breakfast, corn flakes.

Then it hit home, Dizzy Dennis, Colin Cramps and Kidney Pain Kevin, all at the same time.

I turned the computer off and just sat down, drained and confused. Eventually, I drifted off into a much-welcomed sleep. Then Sister Jane rang and woke me up. We spoke a while I think, but I can’t recall much of what was said.

I turned on the TV – but again, I can’t remember what if anything I watched.

I rose and got the nosh prepared. Polish knuckle, chips and seasoned baked beans.

The wee-wees had slowed right down now, why I didn’t know. Managed to nod off again.

I recall waking with Kidney Kevin pains a couple of times. Then the dreaded Colin Cramps had a go at me. I lay there in such misery as the distorted fingers became almost animated as the intermingled of their own accord. This went on for ages. Not a good night at all.

Hey-ho, though – I didn’t let things get me down.

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