A Little Chunter from Inchcock. In bad, nae, terrible rhyme!

1Mon05.jpg

A Little Chunter from Inchcock

In bad, nae, terrible rhyme!

It’s the day of the criminal, there is no more law,

Empathy, understanding have become just folklore,

I don’t see Police officers in Nottingham, anymore,

 Pavement Cyclists, beggars and shoplifters galore,

Street sleepers, who survive with skills of a detrivore,

Druggies, alcoholics, muggers, both old and mature,

While families dine, smoke cigars and drink their liquor,

All the time, making the poor, feel even sicker!

Disabled with Fit for Work Assessments, have to fight and bicker,

A blind chap got told he can work on a cherry-picker!

Jobseekers told to do psychometric tests, Glory Be!

But if you’re lucky, you’ll live to retire just like me,

But it isn’t what you thought, no rest and freedom, see,

Heart attack, Duodenal Ulcer, and I live on the twelfth-floor,

Peripheral Neuralgia, then a stroke and Arthritis, core!

What next I thought, and the lock broke on the door,

It was mended within three weeks, no need to be sore,

My hot water system went down, so I called help once more,

After nine days of being lied to, ‘We are coming today for sure,

Staying in and awake eight-until-ten, no chance of a bedsore!

But they mended it! It leaked, my clothes wet, the water did pour!

I slipped on the liquid, ending up injured on the floor,

Luckily, the stroke nurse called, so help came to the fore,

Depression and self-hating I began to explore,

I complained at the lack of help, this just caused a furore!

Now the haemorrhoids have returned, bloody and sore!

 

I fank You!

‘Bonkersness’ An everyday pleasure for old folk!’

2019 April 17

It’s a shock, when you wake up, not feeling unwell,
Take your medications, and rub in the Pain-Gel,
The heart monitor might well need a new Duracell,
You wonder around without clothes on, au naturel,
But you don’t realise, till someone does tell.

You and youngsters are on a different parallel,
You worry about your leaks, do they really smell?
Will someone be waiting for you, down in hell?
Sticks to your dentures do marzipan and caramel!

You’ve a shoebox flat to live in now and dwell.
But you call it an apartment, so your pride can swell!
Retentativeness goes away, you’ll forget how to spell,
Your short term memory will never again excel!
Steps, climbing, will make you fear any stairwell.

Doctors, dentist, you’ll be part of their clientele,
Podiatrists, Opticians, analyst, maybe the as well?
Audiologist too, you’ll not hear your phone or doorbell,
Psychoanalyst, avoid talking about your death-knell,
Well, they have a profit to protect, and service to sell.

We’ll lose our logicality, patience and sense of smell,
And when the time comes for to heaven to travel,
Here’s the really-surprising bombshell,
We can’t take clothes with us, even if they’re brocatelle,
No knick-knacks of gold, silver or tortoiseshell,
But I ain’t got none, anyway – so farewell!
I wonder if I’ll see Dad, Mam, or maybe a pterodactyl?

 

2019 Aug 01

Inchcock Tuesday 16th July 2019: A day of inner-moaning. Tsk!

2019 July 16

2019 July 16

Tuesday 16th July 2019

Hungarian: 2019. Július 16, Kedd

22:00hrs: After falling asleep so early, I woke in a relatively refreshed mood, but still feeling a little tired. This was ignored at first, not given any deep thought. I was up out of the £300 c1968, second-hand, rickety, noisy, grotty-beige-coloured, disagreeably uncomfortable, sometimes working but as often not, recliner. Needing to use the almost empty EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) and being caught out, my not expecting the SSPPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Powerful-Wee-wee) that flowed violently out from the bladder. I don’t know where the power came from. Haha!

I decided to get the hand-washing done straight away, and walking stick in support, I toddled carefully to the kitchen. After I had done the laundry, rinsing and got the t-shirt and socks on the airer, I tackled the health checks, and took the medications (far to early as I found out minutes later – Fool!

1Mon15WD 0.51.102 As I was getting the sphygmomanometer and thermometer out of the medical drawer, it dawned on me that the sun was still out, and what the time was! Jiminy Cricket, cripes and by gad, what an absolute harebrained, dumb, thick, addlepate I am! A supreme Shmo. Oy Vey!

I went onto the balcony to take a shot of the evening. With its finger-flesh tearing metal spring opener, I decided to be quick about it and not open the window to take the picture.

WD 0.51.102 Which was just as well, as I realised I was stood there naked taking a photograph! A Supreme+ Shmo this time! Oy-Gevalt! Can I get any help? I must be going bonkers! EEM (Extreme-Embarrassment) Mode Engaged!

I made a brew and got on with updating the Monday post. To my utmost pleasure and great joy, the digits, hand, and arm, rarely went into a dancing mode for the three and a half hours it took me to do the job. Fair enough, the shoulder did a bit of jiggling about, but even that wasn’t too often or violent. I’m having a mixed day up to now, some disastrous Whoopsiedangleplops, and some much-welcomed relief from the ailments. I am content for things to stay like this with the dancing limbs, though.

I nipped to the wet room, in anticipation of needing the Porcelain Throne – but I’m afraid things seemed blocked again, and all my bestest efforts and discomfort endured, failed to move anything.

Just a point of interest, I have noticed that recently, since the Stroke, my fingernails on the left hand are growing far more quickly than those on the right one? Also, the right leg, which has and is affected by so many ‘issues’, they keep changing their capacity for fluid retention, one day the left if fatter, then the next day, the right one is plumper?  In recent communications from various medical letters from different teams, the following terms have been used; Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Medullary/Myelin sheaths, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, and Peripheral Neuralgia. Surely some of these will be the same thing? It all confuses this already confused pensioner! Haha! I’ll have to ask Lynton if I remember, he’ll know. I’ve Googled them, but cannot understand all that came up. Just a couple of confusing thoughts I had this morning. Thick? Me?… Yes!

GC capI found that I had left my new light blue Andy Cap in the room. And with the ailments so being so kind to me, I took a selfie of me smiling in celebration. Hehehe!

I posted off the blog and went on the WordPress reader. Did a bit of Facebooking next.

Then onto CorelDrawing for a few more hours, creating some graphics for page headers and Thoughts for the blogs. Then I made a start on this post.

I had to nip out for a Porcelain Throne visit.  No bleeding, and it seemed a little less effort and a good deal less painful to complete the motion this time.

With getting up so early, I treated myself to a YouTube viewing hour or so. Mostly documentaries and car-crash clips watched. Then, I got the ablutions tended to…

2Tue02WD 0.51.102 The sickly old pins (legs) looked to have deteriorated somewhat from yesterday. The lumps were far worse in the right limb.

But, on the brighter side, the ankle ulcer is improving quickly. No Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna or Duodenal Donald were giving me any stick, either!

2Tue03WSA 0.51.102 Got the teggies cleaned. Then the shaving was done. But at a cost! Thanks entirely to the Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, Polyneuropathy, or Peripheral Neuralgia prompted shakes, quivers, and Hokey Cokey-like, dancing fingers, shoulder and leg! They are all clever-sounding words, I must find out which is which! Hehehe!

I must get prepared for the INR blood nurse arriving in a bit. With the new Intercom not being heard correctly, well, not at all really!

WD 0.51.102 I set about rereading the leaflets again, in-depth, to try to find out if I could increase the ringing tone on the baffling contraption.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

WD 0.51.102 I’ve no idea how, but I was sure the left icon would change the ringing tone level, and the right end one, the voice audio status. And I dare not move from the hallway at all, even for a wee-wee, whatever. I spent about two hours in the hall, making no progress at all. Eventually, I managed to (What I thought was) the voice-audio set to a third, but the flaming tone range went to Muted! I do not have an inkling, as to how this happened. I was getting myself all het-up, bothered, flustered, and frustrated here!

I heard Josie’s door open and had a little natter with her.

WD 0.51.102 I spotted even more bumpf had been delivered. 

2Tue07

  1. A confirmation letter for the appointment with Dr S K Raghunathan, at the Stroke Outpatients for 20th August, Corridor N5 at the City Hospital.
  2. Nottingham City Homes Important Notice for Woodthorpe Court Customers. Notification of Interruption of Water Supply. For Tuesday 23rd July at 09:00hrs.
  3. The work will take up to eight hours.
  4. A recommendation that we stock up with water the evening before each of the days, in containers, bottles, and saucepans.
  5. The NCH can supply bottled water if you contact Nick Jones on a certain number. Great for deaf people that!

WD 0.51.102 This can go with another from Nottingham City Homes letter.

  1. That informs us that ‘Engineers from Second Element’ will be on-site to carry out essential maintenance to the Water Supply System: On Wednesday 17th, Friday 26th, and Monday 29th July.
  2. Between the hours of 0830am and1700hrs.
  3. With a recommendation that we stock up with water the evening beforehand, in containers, bottles, and saucepans.

WD 0.51.102 And.

  1. A letter from the Queens Medical Centre, Haematology, and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic. Mr Adamczyk, for the annual medical blood and vein count-type assessment, on August 28th, at 11:15. 
  2. Then at 1220hrs hours, Dr Nishapuri for a mental health examination.

WD 0.51.102 That can go with the Outpatients appointment for the duodenal ulcer checks! 

Ain’t gerrin’ older a pleasure, so peaceful and relaxing being retired and handicapped in various departments! No damned rest, peace-of-mind or rest here at all! Globallglocks!

WD 0.51.102 After ponderations, I decided to check on the intercom picture for a while to make sure the nurse had not arrived, and I pass her coming up as I go down in the lift. (Yes, both elevators are now working again!) And keep my eyes out for the nurse, and call to leave a message for Deans to get me some help with the not loud enough monitor thingy. When I got outside, I noticed some NCH workmen doing something with the windows outside the laundry room. I asked one if he had a company phone and the man said yes. Seemed a pleasant enough bloke, so I asked him if he could call Deana for me, about my not hearing the ring tone on the new intercom system. He went and got the number and rang her for me. But there was no answer. So he offered to come up to the flat with me, and see if he could help.

WD 0.51.102 In the flat, the helpfull chap agreed that the layout was vastly confusing, as it did not match with the plans that were given me. The chap worked out that I had got it wrong in thinking one icon meant the voice level and the other for the ring tone. One was for up the other down, no control over the ring-tone level it seems. Although something of that ilk should be there for the engineers, perhaps?

I got back to doing the updating of this blog. The nurse hasn’t arrived yet, so I can assume she is not coming? Maybe tomorrow? Something else to fret over! Humph!

2Tue08I got the fodder on the go.

Something new for me to try today. I piece of smoked bacon, vegetarian sausages, and smokey BBQ rice, with some BBQ sauce, added? What do you think?

I wonder if the nurse will come or not today? If it is a different lady, it is just about possible that she will come later on. Not that that will do much for me. I really need to try and get some sleep in if I can. And, if I fall asleep, I doubt if I will hear the new intercom’s weak tune. Oh, I am fed up!

She did not arrive, so I hope she’ll come tomorrow.

I fell asleep for a few minutes and checked the intercom panel, but no one had rung for me.

2Tue09I finally got the nosh served up.

I vegetarian sausages looked a little on the unappetising side, but they tasted alright. I must try some of this Bens BBQ rice again. If it on Special Price at £1, on my next visit, I get some more. Very tasty!

Taste Rating given was 7/10. Good stuff!

I did the hand-washing, got down, and fell asleep again. I woke up later, but the willingness of the mind and body to rise again, was reluctant to be roused, and I nodded off again.

3Wed01gI woke again, what the expergefactor was for this, I don’t know. But, I did rise up and consulted the notebook, to see if anything worthwhile had happened to add to the blog.

I could read ‘fire alarm’ written a few times. But what else at the bottom, beat me, and I wrote it! Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Thurs 27 June 2019: A petulant, ill-natured, grouchy, cantankerous day! Humph!

2019 26 June

2019 June 25

Thursday 27th June 2019

Italian: Mercoledì 27 Giugno 2019

4Thu00102:00hrs. I woke with the mind filled with, what’s the most suitable word? Dread, I think! Fear of the long haul to town on the £2.30 bus trip and slog through town and up the fearsomely steep Standard Hill to the Audio Clinic, I think. Ah well! The note I’d left to remind me on the TV screen helped!

I was soon out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, grotty-beige, rickety-recliner. Intent on getting the updating done to the diary before having to go out. The thought of the medications being delivered while I was not in, with my only having one beta-blocker tablet left! Meaning I will have to go to the doctors after the Audio Clinic, to find out what’s what. This didn’t help me get much peace of mind.

I got the hand-washing done, just a t-shirt and a pair of bamboo socks. Took the medications, did the health checks, and made a brew.

Straight on with the updating. The axonotmesis-driven electricityfied-dancing in the fingers, hands, arm, and shoulder, were not too bad first thing, Phew! So progress was reasonable this time with the blog. I got the job done and posted.

Made a start on this blog (between wee-weeing). Checked the bus times on Google, then got the ablutions tended to, as it was now gone 06:00hrs! All done and dusted, cutlessly, too!

I made up two waste sacks and took them down and out with me to the caretaker’s door, as it was only 07:12hrs, and too early to sue the chute yet. There was no time for photographicalisationing this morning, or I might miss the number 40 bus. I’d got it all planned out (I think I might have thought this before, Humph). The right bus fare in my pocket knew the times of the bus, I had 14 minutes to get to the stop. I arrived with for minutes to spare. Smug-Mode-Adopted.

4Thu02WD 200.0.0 It was a struggle on this bus to town. So many people were getting on, the trolly in the way, folks treading on and into me. I was so glad when we got into town, and I could get off of the bus last, as usual. I hobbled down Queen Street into Slab Square. I avoided a collision with a Nottinghamian Pavement cyclist as I got there.  I was just about to take a photo of the two coffee robbers across the square. Came out a bit blurred, though.

4Thu03 Crossing the square to get to the Poundland Store (surely this time they will have some large Pork Farms pies or Payne’s chocolate Brazil misshapes in stock?). But no, they didn’t. However, I invested in: black bags, bleach, drain unblocker, cans of chilli-con-carne, an egg & bacon sandwich, and some more Ginsters beef pasty’s. The lady at the self-serve tills put them through for me and packed my bags. 4Thu04What an angel! As I left the store, some pigeons came down, the instant I dropped some nuts on the floor as I was taking the bag out of my pocket. There were not many left, but I lost them all! Still, the dickies benefited. Maybe they have learned that the bags can be dodgy from the Poundland shop, and other people have done the same? Haha!

4Thu05I then carried out the plan, being as I had time if I didn’t take too long over it, to walk along and up Hounds Gate, and taking pictures along the way up.

I plan to make a post of these, with some funny comments, and get it posted off later, before updating this blog. Which I did! Which I did.

Hounds Gate Humour I hope you like it.

4Thu07I turned right at the end of Hounds Gate, up Maid Marion way, previously known, when I worked at Tesco on the road, as Granby Street.

WD 200.0.0 Getting over the traffic light crossing, at the junction with Friar Lane had its moments, I can tell you! I wasn’t (not that I ever do nowadays, going quickly) and needed time set the three-wheeled trolley guide down on a different level, the moved… the cross-lights were on green, and a naughty taxi shot around the corner! Tsk! Naughty!

I walked an alternate way to the Audio Clinic today, up Friar Lane, then Standard Hill, so I could take some photos of the Castle. I was amazed to see they were still working on it.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

4Thu10WD 200.0.0 Then I hobbled up Standard Hil, again, I was threatened by an ignorant, uncaring, supercilious, cyclist. A self-asserting, insolent, toploftical, mocking, unlawful, sneering, huffish, nasty, overweening, pompous, discourteous and unhospitable, none-tax paying and uninsured, but handsome looking young Nottinghamian Pavement cyclist.

Near St James Terrace, I looked down at the view of the town and recalled this was where the last series of Boon was made. Just a thought!

4Thu12a.jpg

4Thu06To the end of Postern Street and left up to the top of Park Row, and on to the Ropewalk. A builder’s vehicle at the top, had me beat as to what it could be? Caterpillar tracks it had on it? Perhaps it is to get the wax out of me right ear-hole? Don’t know why I said that; it isn’t even funny. Am I losing it again?

I got in the clinic, and the chap who spoke to me about the appointment yesterday greeted me a shake come nod of the head, no words, mind. It dawned on later him that he’d seen me before. I gave him my appointment book, and he spoke (Yes!) He said; “I thought I recognised your limp!” I had to smile! Hehehe!

Within minutes a nurse, no, an audiologist, came and collected me and took me in her treatment room. A pleasant lady. She rechecked my ears for wax. And asked if I thought the ears (hearing) had got any worse since the stroke? I said not. The test was carried out, and there was no need for any changes. I mentioned the other lady who told me I need new inserts to stop the shrill-squealing. She said not so, all it required was the wax removing. If it builds up again, please call us and arrange for it be removed.

I departed after thanking her4Thu13.

Now the new replacement worry was the medications and having only one beta-blocker left at home. So off to the Doctors again to beg and plead for some help (again).

Down Standard Hill, across Maid Marion Way and along Upper Parliament Street to the bus stops where I can catch a bus to the surgery.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

I caught a number 58 bus, and boy was that packed with passengers as well! (although compared the one I got later on, from Carrington to Sherwood, it was almost empty!)

I alighted in Carrington and limped over the road and up to the Sherringham Park Medical Surgery, and spoke with the receptionist, hoping she could advise me. She got a list of my medications out from a draw and was confused herself as to why I had had them delivered from the chemist yet. They had the date of Monday 1 July as the next delivery date? But I was short on supplies. And only the one Bisoprolol beta-blocker left. For the first time in my life, I lost it a little!

WD 200.0.0 I suppose I’d got myself all worked up and said just what I felt.  I moaned about why it is a secret what day my medications when to be delivered? Told them I am fed up with not getting any help from the chemist and the surgery! Not the ladies fault I know, she did the best she could, and asked if I wanted to see the Doctor? It would be a long wait, but… I thanked her and accepted.

WD 200.0.0 Now, I even more fuming, I sat in the other waiting room. By the time the Doctor got the time to see me, I was still concerned about things, but was back to my regular timid, shy, self! When Dr Vindla called me in, I explained my frustrations and confusions, plus the beta-blocker situation, and she called the chemist and spoke with someone. She said go home, and the prescriptions will be delivered this afternoon.

WD 200.0.0 4Thu17My EQ warned me that this may not be the case! However, I thanked her and left to go home as instructed.

I walked down the road and over at the Pelican lights and waited for a bus back to Sherwood. When it arrived, on the journey, I was battered and bruised from the mauling I had taken from cram-packed passengers on the short trip. Now I was all niggly again!

4Thu18I walked down to the crossing and over the road, almost spitting with frustration! (If only I’d known what was to come yet, I wouldn’t have bothered!)

I went in the Co-op store and got a pod peas and some tomatoes.

4Thu19I got up to the Wilko store and got some clothes-freshener and granules. And liquid soap flakes, plus a bag.

WD 200.0.0 When I got to the bus stop at the top of the hill, Jenny’s Frank joined me in the shelter. We were having a great chinwag. As the bus arrived, I could not find the bus pass! This really irked me, I had it earlier. Frank said he saw it in my hand before, Tsk! Niggly-time again!

WD 200.0.0 I kept looking en route without any luck! At the bus stop, when I arrived at the flats, going through the pockets. No luck!

I got in the apartment, what a mood I was in! Searched for ages, before I found the bus pass – I was so relieved! Phew!

I put the things away, and got on with doing the extra blog about ‘Hounds Gate’. Of course, the fingers and shoulder started dancing. Life be right codswallop at times!

Then, I updated this post. It took me ages, as the fingers were worse than ever now! It got to well before my usual head down time. But as the medications might be coming, I pressed on with the blogging, to make sure I stayed awake and did not nod-off!

WD 200.0.0 I got evening med’s ready and made about the fifth mug of tea, and the landline rang (This being about 1830hrs!) It was the chemist checking on where I lived and how to get in the flats! He knows I go to sleep early, I’ve told him often enough. Niggle-Time again! Told him, and carried on with the updating. He’s on his way at last.

WD 200.0.0 I thought I’d do the hand washing, but there was no hot water again! I must remember to report it in the morning.

Ah, the prescription pots and medicines arrived! The owner of Carrington Pharmacy, Deepak, brought the goods. I wish he would have shown me how the packs work, 4Thu25though. 1855hrs: I thanked him, he’s a decent chap.

I put away the medications and got with sorting the belated meal. I was all in now, so tired. But wanted to stay awake for the England Ladies match against Norway.

By the time the meal was ready for consumption, the match was starting on the TV. So, down in the £300 second-hand, rickety, c1968, tatty gungy-beige recliner, tray on my lap and a feast of fodder and fine football followed!

WD 200.0.0 Although some of the food did get spilt into my naked lap, which made me jump at tad when England scored after three minutes!

4Thu27

Of course, I was tickled pink. But if they are to get to and win the final, it means taking on not only the gifted French girls; but FIFA, the crooked, bent VAR controllers, back-hander referees and European hatred and jealousy for Brexiting England!

In the unlikely event that they meet in the final, despite all of untrustworthy, amoral, cheating, lying, guileful, dishonourable, recreant, sneaky, unctuous, Pecksniffian, unjust, and Janus-Faced, FIFA’s efforts (Just ask any Croatian for proof), and England win. Would someone be kind enough to call the 999 number for me and send someone to help me with the shock-induced heart-attack and second stroke I will be having, thank you? Hehehe!

But I still live in hope, although possibly vain hope – but fear that FIFA will fluff and f____ up any possible festivites for anyone but the freebooting foul French fiddlers. The American team now have to face the fiddling bent French tomorrow. I fear that FIFA will again find a way to ensure victory for France. Just you watch, for VAR cons, yellow cards and false penalties. If America does win, and I would love them too, then they will meet England, and I don’t think I could stand to watch that match. I’d be torn apart.

At least I stayed awake for all of the match… well, I say all, there was a couple of two-minute nod-offs. When the game ended, I remember thinking that the excitement was going to keep me from nodding-off… as I fell asleep!

Inchcock Today – Wed 27 June 2019: A day to forget – but can I? Tsk!

2019 26a June

Spit, fume, and jealousy!

Fear

Maybe the most dangerous of the two choices?

Wednesday 27th June 2019

Scots Gaelic: Diardaoin 27 Ògmhios 2019

3Wed0102:05hrs. After yesterday evenings nodding offs, I was not exactly surprised when I woke up with a bit of energy, after only four hours of proper sleep.

Off course, seeing the reminder note on the TV screen, for the Audio Clinic appointment, stirred me into an almost semi-lifelike mode. Of sorts, anyway.

As mind began to try and sort-out the talks ahead for the day and decided that getting the Tuesday post updated as far as possible, and as quickly as possible was the primary demand, the need of a wee-wee became apparent. So, I extracted my short, plump, wobbly bellied lumbering short body out of the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, tatty recliner. The stubbed toe was of little bother, as I stood, gained my balance, got the stick and hobbled over to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) and had an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee). Not a very pleasant experience. I prayed that the following wee-wees would be more comfortable.

3Wed001Being as yesterday, idle-Tuesday, I had not even got dressed or shaved, there was no hand-washing to be done. Guilty-Mode-Engaged!

So, to the kitchen and got the kettle on, and the sphygmomanometer and medications out. The health check results were Sys, 137, Dia 56, Pulse 91, and Temperature 34.1°c. These readings looked fair to me. Took the medications, and left taking the Furesomide water tablets, being as I was going to the clinic. Don’t want to get caught out.

I checked that the Audio appointment book was in the jacket pocket with the bus pass. Then got on with updating the Tuesday blog. The fingers, thankfully were not too bad, dancing-wise at the moment, so I got the diary completed by 04:30hrs, and sent off. And, only two RWPSWWs needed while doing it! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I made another brew and got started on this post. The wee-wees increased in frequency (so much for not taking the Furesomide, that helped didn’t it? Huh!) They were now of the ELDOPWW (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee) mode. Ever changing again!

3Wed01aI was going to take a photo from the unwanted light & view-blocking new balcony with the tons of glass to clean that cannot be accessed, and I spotted the new INR result sheet on the floor between the c1968 recliner and the c1950 easy-chair. I put in where it should be kept.

3Wed01bIt was raining a little, lightly, and the mist had cleared, apart from in the distance. I managed to open the side window with the metal spring clip opener failing in its efforts to again take a chunk of flesh out of the hand or finger, this time. Swank-Mode-Adopted! 

The light coloured paint on the cladding of the flats brightened this picture nicely.

I was doing better than I thought I would, with the fingers behaving for once. (This can’t last, of course!) I must not get over-confident, and still take the stick with me when I walk anywhere, so as not get in a picklement when they kick-off again. An amazingly rare Logical-Inchcock-Mode-Adopted!

I made a Morrison order for next week, Wednesday I think, good and early.

Got the ablutions tended to. Bit of a rush job and the shower cut off once? Which frit me, cause I had just sprayed some antifungal on the tiles when it stopped – thank heavens it started again!

Mor hurrying and scurrying, got things ready, and black bags to the chute.

3Wed01cOff to the shed.

The rain had stopped as I hobbled, being overtaken, en route to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and 3Wed01dpottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

I explained my worries to Deana about Josie, she said Josie had attended the free meal yesterday. So at least she must be feeling a bit better?

I took a shot of Winwood and Winchester Street flats as I went out to the bus stop. Where a gang of residents had huddled in the bus shelter, with lurkers surrounding it, stood on the road and scattered having chinwags. Haha!

3Wed01eThe bus arrived, and I caught the L9 to town. Not feeling very good at the time. I suppose my EQ told me that things were not going to go well at the clinic… it was right!

I got off the bus on Upper Parliament Street, and sto0d and took this photograph, catching the ladies pink reflections in the bus shelter plastic windows, without realising it.

3Wed01fI made my way down Clumber Street street to the City Centre. Where I took a couple of pictures of the Council House from Slab Square, on my way to the Poundland Shop to see if they had any of the large Pork Farm pork pies in stock.

They hadn’t, but I got a ready-made BLT sandwich, steak pasties, and some handing 3Wed01gout nibbles. I paid at the self-serve checkout without any cock-ups for once.

Then made my hobblingly up to Standard Hill and the high climb to the Audio Centre.

The feet were already aching and stinging. By the time I had manoeuvered my way up… Oh dear! The climb wasn’t really that bad – oh yes it was! Hehehe!

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

The simple, organised, smooth running Audi Centre visit: Huh!

  • I got in, booked in with the receptionist and was told to take a seat, so I did.
  • A lady came out and called my name. We trotted to a service room.
  • What was the problem? She asked. I replied, the audiologist (that impresses her, I think) on my last visit, told me to make this appointment, to have new ear-inserts made, as the current ones had either cracked or bent somehow.
  • She had a look, and told me that dewaxing must be done immediately and asked why I had let them ears get so bad and not been earlier to have them seen to?
  • I explained about the peripheral neurosis being diagnosed, and the Stroke and nine weeks in hospital and then a residential home had caused me to forget about putting in the daily olive oil. No response as such, not even an ‘Erm’ or ‘I see!’ 
  • You must have them seen to immediately, the was looks so bad and tight, it may have some effect on your stroke?
  • She left the room and returned having found out the nurse could fit me in for a channel vacuuming.
  • She led me out to the waiting hall and told me to take a seat, so I did.
  • After a while, not long at all, the nurse came out and called my name. She took me to her treatment room.
  • I really wish I had asked her if I could photograph the lump of wax she had removed from the right earhole. She said she’d been doing this job for fourteen years, and had never seen so much compacted wax removed before.
  • I will have to have another hearing test, and I must book an appointment again later. (The heart sank once more at the thought of more waiting)!
  • She told me to go out to the waiting area, and someone would call me. So I did.
  • A receptionist bloke called my name out, and I went to the desk. It seems the nurse had kindly told him of my problems and all the waiting time. plus difficulties in getting the clinic (I saw a bit of the note the Angel had written on my paperwork ♥)
  • He explained that usually, it would take two-three weeks for an appointment… My heart sank! However, if I could get in tomorrow morning for 09:00hrs, I could get in a just-cancelled slot! I jumped at the chance! The man made the appointment and wrote it in my attendance book for me, mentioning that it was the first time he’s seen one of these, they had been stopped over seventeen years ago. Haha! 

Now the mind was racing as I left the building. Today will tire me out, then I will have to get ready to leave the flat by 07:10hrs in the morning to pay for and catch the number 40 bus to town… I must make sure I have the right change, £2-30 bus fare.

Audi visit

Another stop to catch my breath…

Then on Friday, I have the Podiatrist visit to go to, at the Sherwood Health Cente.

I was having a little brain-churning-fretting session! And somewhat confused. Humph!

Down Standard hill and into the City Centre, where the timing worked out poorly, as I had just missed the L9 bus, and had another hour to wait for the next one. Never mind! I had a hobble around taking some photographs.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Made my way back to the bus stop, and decided to catch a 40 bus instead – a bad mistake this turned out to be! Almost a tale in itself:

  • Three stops along and a woman with a chap in a wheelchair got on, and utilised all three side-saddle seats opposite me, to get her patient’s chair in.
  • Next stop, a lady with a pushchair and her baby got on. She had to cram herself next to me, but for the few stops they were on the bus, I enjoyed smiling and swapping pulled-faces with the youngster. Hehe!
  • As the young lady got up to move her pushchair, she gave my right toe a jolly-good stubbing with the wheel – Twice!
  • At my bus stop, a chap got up early, and as the bus braked, he fell forward onto me! Standing on my right foot and toe! I was getting irritated with things now!
  • As the bus stopped, I asked him if he was alright, and got no reply.

The man, rather dangerously I thought, walked down the hill and crossed the road on the bend. I had walked up the incline to where the centre-rest was, to cross over. A car swerved to avoid him, and came a bit to close to me for comfort!

The bloke moved swiftly out of view, so I was pleased he had not hurt himself on the bus as he trod on my foot and fell on me!

3Wed01RBy the time I had reached the flats and got inside, seeing no one at all en route, I was not in good condition.

I got the nosh sorted out and ate it all without any effort.

I washed the pots, and settled down in the c1968 recliner, and started to watch a Rumpole of the Bailey episode.

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 22nd June 2019: Whopsiedangleplopitis today!

2019 21 June

2019 June 22

Saturday 22nd June 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 22 Mehefin 2019

02:35hrs. I wok5Fri24e with a determination, rekindled, reignited, rejuvenated, to stop my ever-increasing weight the last few days! Perhaps I’d been dreaming about it, but I cannot recall for sure. I was confident that the oleogustusness of the body had shot up, (not surprising eating meal such as last nights veritable feast – photo right), as I freed the torso from the £300, c1968, ancient, grotty beige coloured rickety recliner. So sure, that I decided to weigh myself, expecting the worse.

As I was using the stick to gain my balance and get up, it became evident that the need for a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne meant a diversion to the wet room. The damaged toe was far less bother and painful this morning, but I still tried to take care not to have toe-stubbings anymore than I could! No dancing leg, shoulder or arm, cheered me up a tad. But the hand was playing up a bit. Which did cause me some worry. As I got myself gently settled onto the Porcelain Throne. (Naturally, Hehe!) The evacuation went well, only the slightest spot of bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, and things were far less messy.

WD 0.0.255c Then a wash and off to the spare (junk) room to weigh my enormously elephantine wobbly body. The mystery of the disappearing scales confused me for a while. After faffling around searching, moving the three and the four-wheeled trolleys, stacks of boxes of Protection Pants, knocking over one of the metal hanger racks, and picking up the togs and replacing them, I found the scales. They were nestled in a corner, under a pile of clothes to take to the Charity Shop? I dug them out and adjusted the setting, so they were correct, and cautiously stood on them… Well, it was not a bad as I thought it would be,  but still up on the last weighing. Although lower than before the stroke, at 14st-9lb. So, the stone I’d lost had gone down to about 9-10lb, I think. So, today onwards, I must try to eat a little less, every bit uneaten must be to my advantage? Semi-Guilty-Mode adopted.

Back to the wet room, for another wee-wee, and what a wee-wee this one was! I didn’t time it, but it must have been close to a record time-wise. But it was only trickling out 6Sat01again, and stinging a bit as it did so. A new classification for this one, a DTPLWW (Dribbling-Trickling-Painful-Long-Wee-wee) Humph!

WD 0.0.255c I took a picture of the poor old stubbed-toe, not an excellent one, mind, the fingers and hands untimely started jumping and the electric-shock-like dancing at that time. Tsk! 

Then, I noticed a concern that 6Sat09bothered me a smidge. It looked like the ankle ulcer was coming back. Well, it looked like it to me, I could see the colouring coming on like it did last and the first time. I could feel the same tingling sensation from it as before, just before the growth bursting out?

Fingers-crossed that I am wrong. Mind you, if I recall it rightly, that time, it took me two weeks to get to see the Doctor, who got nurse Ann to bandage it, telling me not to go back, but replace the cream and bandage myself. Made an appointment at some Health Centre, the first one that can see me and is free will be used. Four weeks later, I got a letter appointment to go to the Mary Potter Health Centre, the date was in another fortnight. So, after the leg ulcer appeared, they had like a shot, got me an appointment within two months! Hahaha! Not funny, really, is it? The ulcer had all but cleared up by the time I got there (Which was a struggle, with the clinic not having a bus service that goes near it, Huh!). Then they diagnosed the Axonotmesis and Peripheral Neurosis nerve damage, told me there was nothing they could do about it, and eventually, I will lose the use of the leg and possibly the arm and hand as well. There is no diacatholicon. I remember thanking them! I got myself side-tracked and waffled on a bit there, Sorry!

6Sat10Got the health-checks done and medications taken.

The readings looked much betterer this jolly sunshine-coming-out morning. With, Sys 120, Dia 64, Pulse 74 and Temperature at 34.9°c: Decent looking figures for once?

A bit of a red sky showing. ‘Red sky in the 6Sat06morning, Shepherds Warning’ – I checked on the weather for today on Google. Possible thunderstorms around 16:00 hrs! But not much rain until the early hours of tomorrow morning.

I got on with updating the Friday Inchcock Today. Not too hard a job, the dancing and jumping from the hands, fingers, arm and shoulder was not too bad at the moment. And with so few photographs to publish, I got it done and sent off in almost a record time.

WD 0.0.255c I had to go for a wee-wee, I was using the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket) by now. They were all of the new DTPLWW (Dribbling-Trickling-Painful-Long-Wee-wee) variety, this one had a tiny bit of blood in it. I may have caught ‘something’ against the top edge, though. 

I hand-washed the t-shirt and, left them soaking for a while.

I went to make a brew, and about to take a few shots out through the unwanted, dangerous, hard-to-reach and clean kitchen windows, the ones with the thick plastic light & view-blocking frames, and changed my mind. I went out on the balcony to take a few shots of the Sunday morning views without a single tellurian in sight.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

WD 0.0.255c I closed the windows without an injury. It was when I was gathering the walking stick to come back into the flat, that it dawned on me, that I had taken these photographicalisations… with no clothes on underneath the open dressing gown! Coy-embarrassment Mode Engaged! Thank heavens there were no people around! Phew and faugh! I just pray there were no photographers out there, laughing!

WD 0.0.255c I made up a template and got on with today’s creation. The fingers were now getting worse. They were so bad that I tried the ‘Talking to them’, as proposed by Sonia and Caroline. Amazingly it seemed to work, or perhaps they were ready to ease off? No telling, really. But they soon started again, and I swore at them… then again, I usually do this on bad sessions, Humph!

WD 0.0.255c I needed another wee-wee, and the bucket was so full, I decided to take it for emptying and being disinfected. And, damn-well stubbed my toe en route to the wet room! Argh and Asdfghjkl!

This led to a real shocker of a discovery! A fear-indu6Sat08cing moment! Oh, Gawd-blimey, yes!

WD 0.0.255c

Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles!

As I passed the corner stand, I noticed how dusty that my Auntie Kath’s old Snoopy-type ‘Porcelain Peter’ ornament dog had gotten.

I immediately collected him to clean and took him into the kitchen, placing him in the bowl and filling it with hot soapy water

The will-power sank – they are back, I lamented to myself, adding some naughty words in frustration!

After the initial shock, I found that only one of the weevils was alive?

They all came from inside the pottery. I returned to investigate around the corner shelf stand. But could see no more of the cursed Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles EIBWBBBs. I’m all confused now! They felt fresh, not dried out, but all but one that came out in the water were dead?

I can’t remember what time of year they started to wake up in 2018. I pray that they do not start over with their invasion again. Oh, Dangwangles! I checked to see that I had plenty of the bug-killer spray in stock, which thankfully, I had! Mind you, the side-effects of that spray might have helped give me the stroke? I’m even more confused now!

WD 0.0.255c I made another brew, and the ear-holes were itching, and I decided to put some olive oil in them. I was scratching a little, and the blighted fingers started to jump and dance about, and I cut the ear lip with the fingernail! Is it worth carrying on? Hehehe!

I cleaned up and got back to the computer with the mug of tea, and started this blog writing. Eventually getting up to here.

Then I went on the WordPress Reader. Only 08:00hrs now, not having to do Josie’s cheesy potato meal has saved me some hours today, but of course it will cost me some tomorrow. But I was disappointed in the lateness of being adviced of the change of day, but the gal didn’t know her family were going to invite her on the trip to some grand mansion. (blown if I can remember the name of it now. I’m not surprised, though! Haha!

I went to replace the mug of tea that I’d let go cold.

WD 0.0.255c I’d left the damned hot water tap (faucet) running. It had, of course, gone cold. So now, I had eight hours to go before any hot water was available. A showerless stinking day! I pondered over what I could cook for the meal, that would not need a lot of cleaning. I decided that some battered sausages could be oven baked in a foil dish and some baked beans in a saucepan that could be left in soak afterwards, in a kettle of boiled water. So I set about opening (ring-pull) a can of beans… I dropped the ring-pull, bent down leaning on the stick and side of the sink to pick it up… and the flaming arm and shoulders went into one of their dance routines. Which meant I spilt the beans on the floor!

WD 0.0.255c It gets better: I got down to clean up the mess, and struggling up, in what I thought was a careful manner, I clouted the back of my head on the shelf edge!

Good God, it’s not 10:00hrs yet, and I am already a physical and nervous wreck! Lost the scales! Then been talking to my fingers, hand, arm and shoulder! Stubbed my poor toe again! Having a new variety of DTPLWWs (Dribbling-Trickling-Painful-Long-Wee-wees) to contend with. Discovered another leg ulcer coming up! Suffered the Peripheral Neurosis inspired results of dancing fingers, hand, arm, leg and shoulder! I’ve done involuntary flashing while photographicalisationing from the balcony! Cut my ear hole! Discovered invading cursed Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles. Spilt half a can of baked beans on the floor! Clouted my head on the kitchen drainer!  Ran the hot water away! And, there is still so long left for more cockups and disasters!

WD 0.0.255c And now, Horrible Herbert above has started his knocking and banging about!

And what help does one get? “You must be more careful!” Phwert! The Axonotmesis and Peripheral Neurosis dancing right-limbs at any time, the Stroke-induced loss of balance going. The untreated for months toes and feet don’t exactly help.

And Horrible Herbert above is still knocking and banging about! But this is acceptable, the Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/ Catwalk Model, Angela Gould says so! Which it is, of course, it’s just me getting ratty and sorry for myself over my ill-fortune today – Naughty Inchcock!

Sorry about that verbal outburst. But, things ain’t good at the moment, and there are no signs of any immediate improvement.

I made another replacement brew for another one that I let go cold. Then went on the TFZer site Facebooking. I stopped briefly to get the potatoes in the oven cooking and returned to the Facebooking for another two hours or so, then back to cheese-up the potatoes and put them back in the oven to brown off the tops.

6Sat13Some sorting of paperwork, then got the nosh served up.

I had to boil some water to leave the soaking utensils in a soak in the sink.

WD 0.0.255c I had one helluva Dizzy Dennis spell, just as got the fodder arranged on in the deep dish. Thankfully, only a short one. It’s a good job I had the stick with 6Sat14me at the time.

The meal was as disappointing a one as I’ve ever made. Shame! The sausages were tasteless and fatty, the beans were overcooked and just as insipid and unappetising as the rest of the meal. I even made a mess of the cheesy potatoes! They were poorly mixed and lumpy! Shame-Mode-Engaged! Flavour rating was given, of only 4/10! Most of it was thrown away, and naughty nibbles were eaten as a substitute!

The clearing up and cleaning afterwards was fine, for the hot water had come back on, which helped de-miserablise the situation somewhat!

I had hoped to watch the two ladies football matches. The Germany v Nigeria, then the Netherlands v Australia. The first match was a cracker. The Australia (who I wanted to win) v Netherlands match, was on too late for me to stay awake!

When I got to sleep, dreams made it a restless night. Hey-Ho!

Inchcock Today – Sun 16 June 2019: Another Chinwaggless Sunday got through! Tsk!

2019 15 June

2019 June 15

Sunday 16th June 2019

Yiddish: זונטיק יוני יוני 2019

03:05hrs: I woke with the mind still seemingly musing about some of the dreams I had been having. (I scribbled notes down to use later on this Inchcock straight away on the pad) My having had the nightmare, in itself, confused me, as I had only had about an hours sleep, and yet managed to have a hilariously funny (to me) dream. This cerebration involved at first, my being chased through abandoned bombed-out or shelled offices and corridors. Chasing me were doctors, nurses and one fireman? Later, after I can’t remember what happened, I was on the roof, trying to keep a door closed-to, as the angry mob were bashing noisily at the fire-escape to get it opened. Within seconds, they burst through onto the rooftop and encircled me. Each one had a weapon of some sort, there was a knife, a taser, a gun and the fireman had a water pistol? I laughed in their faces, shouting out loud, “You’ll never catch me!” Then I jumped off the roof! As I was falling down to the ground, I thought to myself; “That wasn’t a good idea, youth!”, and hoping that my death would be quick… then I woke up in need of a wee-wee, and made the notes used… with horripilation covering my skin. Mmm?

WD 0.51.0c After that, I ejected my getting rather massier body from the second-hand, £300, c1968, grungy-beige, rickety recliner. I nearly went over as I gained my balance, the feet and toes were really tender and painful for some reason. But I regained control, got the stick, and made my way the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket). Where, to my utter bewilderment and stupefaction, I found bucket nearly half-filled? (How can this be, I can’t recall using it last night at all! And I spent so long awake as well) Or was I dreaming I was awake?

WD 0.51.0c What a wee-wee it was too! If those evacuations I must have taken earlier were also of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-Wee), like this one was, then it now made sense, that the bucket would be so full! At least it was pain-free, I had enough of that coming from the feet and toes, thank you. Haha!

WD 0.51.0c I hobbled, to the kitchen to take the medications, and make a cuppa, with the right leg doing a dance routine on the way. I stopped and used the stick and door-frame to steady things for a couple of minutes it took to die down. This seems to be happening more often, but it is to be expected, I suppose. I was a little irked that it was happening sooner than I had hoped. Hey-ho!

WD 0.51.0c Things were not improving at all this morning. Tsk! The hand, fingers and arm kicked off with the Hokey Cokey impression, just as I was pouring water onto the mug. As I dropped the China mug, I avoided scolding myself, but I am now down to three China mugs left now, not four! I was all fermisht now. Oy Gevalt!

WD 0.51.0c Well, would you believe it, but I found the medications still in last nights dosage! What a pathetic plonker! No wonder I was in such pain, I’d missed the 30gm Codeine Phosphate and 20mg Morphine pain killers in the evening dosage! Still, I dare not take them with the morning ones, so I just took one Warfarin.

I washed and disinfected the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket), and took it in to near the computer. 

Despite the bad start to the day, and it is my least favourite day of the week, Sunday, lonely Sunday, I still felt in decent spirits.

WD 0.51.0c7Sun01 Off to visit the Porcelain Throne. Where I managed, with great ease and aplomb, to stub the toe again, on the helpful WC seat-riser metal legs!

The evacuation was a tad reluctant, but not so messy.

WD 0.51.0c I took a photo of the stubbed foot, with the Canon camera on the floor. Getting it down was relatively easy, getting it back up, caused a little kerfuffle, as I bent down, the leg did an involuntary dance routine, and I lost my balance and tumbled onto the floor via the shower chair. (Talk about bad timing!) I then noticed that the leg and feet fluid retention seemed heavier today, as well. I was a bit tousled by the fall, but not really hurt. Although this started off the toe stinging more for a while. Que sera sera, such is life, that’s how the cookie crumbles! Self-delusional-Illusoriness Mode-Engaged

Lie01b 0.51.0 Ah, well, luckily, I was all right, fine, fighting fit, robust, durable, bursting with health, hale and hearty, in excellent shape and in a muscular, tip-top condition. In fine fettle, sound in body and mind, and in tremendous vibrant health, intellectually, cerebrally, cognitively, psychologically, and physically!

Even my EQ let me down this morning. It usually warns me when things are about to go wrong! But not this Sunday! Hehehe!

7Sun02Back to the kitchen, to try and make a brew safely this time.

The moon was out and low in the sky.

I made the tea and immediately required another wee-wee. I used the utility room and the emergency bucket, for a cracking and fantastic, so different from the previous one ELDWWIEEWW (Extra-Long-Dribbling-When-Will-It-Ever-End-Wee-Wee). By the time it had finished, it had started to get light outside!

I made a start on updating and finishing off the Saturday blog. The fingers arm and leg showed only a few spells of hokey-cokeying and electricity-like jumping, and they were for only short periods! All done and posted off to WordPress at last.

Another ELDWWIEEWW (Extra-Long-Dribbling-When-Will-It-Ever-End-Wee-Wee) arrived, and the grey emergency bucket had to be emptied and sanitised again. Wearing me out these wee-weeing marathons! Hehehe!

I took some pictures on the lightening morning as the sun came out, (but not for long, Tsk!) and cast its shadow.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

I made an Asda order for next week and got it sent off, acknowledged by E-mail.

Then, I began doing this post, and the finger-dancing started again. I’m not sure how much longer I can put up with this.

I placed an order for some diabetic socks that seem to be longer than the others.

Went on the WordPress Reader section. Then to the TFZer Facebooking page.

Checked the spud in the crock-pot, still rock hard. So I’ll leave it on all day and have it rewarmed on Monday. A ready-made meal with extra cheese later on then.

Onto CorelDraw to make some graphics up. But the concentration and shaking fingers and hand made me give up.

Weariness downed on me, and Shaking Shaun paid a visit. So, I took my time and got the meal sorted out. I made what I thought was far too much again. I sadly used the last of the fresh pod peas (Sob!). A right mixed bag on the plate

Astonishingly, I ate it all up!

7Sun15

WD 0.51.0c Settled early to watch some Hyacynth Bouquet DVDs, and relax. Then I fell asleep, so soon as well. The landline light flashed, and the tone rang out. It was Sister Jane, concerned that she had not received an email with yesterdays blog? I got the computer on and had a look, she was right, another Whoopsiedangleplop, I’d missed some names off of the email. Tsk! After the call, I belatedly sent an email with the link. I hope! Drip!

7Sun10I couldn’t get back to sleep, feeling such a fool again.

I made a brew, had a wee-wee and took a photo of the sky. Out of the unwanted, light & view blocking, new kitchen windows, with the many ungettable to, to clean multi-glass paned, and needing the dangerous for me, use of the step-ladders. If one wanted to take a shot out and below of Chestnut Way. Or check to see if any fire engines had arrived in the event of a Fire-Alarm-Activation, that I can’t hear anyway.

Gawd know when I eventually got back to sleep. But I did have many little nod-offs while being bored with the TV. Hehe!

 

Inchcock Today – Fri 31 May 2019: To the City Centre. Bought a new camera, but the setting-up confused me. So, nothing new there then. Hehe!

May 30

2019 May 30

Friday 31st May 2019

Turkish: 31 Mayıs 2019 Cuma

03:15hrs. I woke with parts of a dream I’d been having, clearly lodged in my head. I scrawled down on the notepad what I remembered. No mind-stewing this morning, straight out of the uncomfortable, c1968, second-hand, £300, grotty-spotty-beige coloured recliner, in record time, and tottered carefully to avoid any hemming and hawing by stubbing any toes, to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). Again, it was in the style of an LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee). Now back to its natural colouring and pong, I’m glad to say. I assume that the increase in velocity was due to the Furesomide doing its job.

Got the health checks done, Dia 85, Sys 76, Pulse 89 and temperature 35.7°c, medications taken, made a brew and got on the computer on. And guess what again…

W Court

1Mon02I consulted the scribbled notes about the dream. Oh, dear, much of it not readable. Tsk! However, for once, some memories did stay with me. I kept going to the hospital to have bits removed. It started with the odd finger and toe. Then an arm went. Then an eye. Then a testicle. Later both legs were amputated at the same time. I kept asking why, but I could not get an answer, other than you’ll have to ask your doctor. But this became impossible when they decapitated me. Then sent me home without the head. The last thing I recall was being in a wheelchair and trying to find a bus stop, wondering why they had not given me a new bonce. Hehehe! 

I got the blog updated for yesterday and sent it off to WordPress. Being up late on the computer this morning (two-hours sleep max, Humph!), there was not a lot needed doing, and the hands and fingers were not shaking. As a departure from the usual, speedy progress was made. And, only one wee-wee was taken while doing the post. But, it was an LHBLWW.

As I was putting on the kettle

5Fri002

WD0.51.102 Golly, the pins looked a bit. Er, what are the words? Manky? Papsules blotches and new spider veins were predominant. But the fluid retention is not so bad, I think. Hey-ho!

Got the things (clothes) readied for after the ablutions, in a while.

I’ll use the three-wheeler trolley guide today. Going on the bus to town. I have to get a new camera, the Lumix has just about had it. It’s pot luck with it now I’ve had the shakes and dropped it a few times. Humph!

The wash and brush-up went well, despite several interruptions for a wee-wee.

WD0.51.102 5Fri003aI took off the dressing from yesterday’s blood taking, and immediately started scratching at the itching. Haha! 

I got dressed and ou with the trolley, then realised I had not got my hat on, so nipped back for it. I returned to the lift lobby to find that two people were showing great interest in the contents of the three-wheeler-guide, I’d left in the lift lobby. No idea who they were. Mmm? I took the contents of the trolley, black rubbish bags to the 5Fri004waste chute as the man and woman disappeared down in the lift, and I followed them down and outside, to take my empty sauce bottles to the recycling bin. Well, someone has to put some non-alcoholic glass in the bin. It looked like I was the only one who had. Hehehe!

But I’m not jealous of those who can still afford to be alcoholics and drink heavily and are fit enough… Oh, no! No!

5Fri005An absolutely fine morning out there. I took a photo of Winwood and Winchester Courts on the way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress and catwalk 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.

5Fri006Where I enjoyed a chinwag with Obersturmführeress Warden Deana, and Sturmbannführeress Warden Julie, Angela, Doreen, Mary, Christine, Roy and Malcolm for a bit while we waited for the bus. I handed out all of the nibbles I had with me, bar two. I was content like I haven’t been for months.

More nattering on the bus to town was enjoyed. I got off on Upper Parliament Street and limped 5Fri007bmy way to Jessops camera store on Clumber Street.

The staff didn’t seem too interested in me, as I perused their ever pricier than ever selection of photographic equipment. Eventually, I asked a young lady for help, and she fetched a young man to tend to me. A waste of time, but I explained my physical difficulties and problems to him, and got back an instant, “Well if you want a higher shake 5Fri013camera or anything above 30x optical, you will get no better, in fact probably find it a more bothersome time trying to use it.

Then he spent a while explaining his reasoning. But, it left me behind. After my annoying him further by asking about various cameras, he sold me a 40x Canon Powershot SX740 HS camera.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Confused, and £349 lighter, I left the shop and out onto Clumber Street. I took a photo with the old Lumix both up and down the street. Well, I did all of the pictures on this page, bar the first one when I got home, from the unwanted and disliked kitchen window. I think they catch the spirit of the Nottinghamians. Many of them believed the weather forecast for strong sunshine and hot temperatures for this morning and wearing very little. Hehehe! Many of the Lumix efforts were either unusable due to the poor lighting in the photos, or they didn’t go on the SD card at all? The Lumix has got to 5Fri08go! At least the new camera is the same size as the Lumix, and a great deal weightier, so that might be a good thing… or not?

I meandered to Long Row, and strolled along limpingly to the Slab Square, the corner of Queen-King Street.

The Slab Square had some entertainments on it, but I did not have a lot of time to spare before the L9 5Fri08ahome was due at the top of Queen Street.

So I took a few shots ad nauseum, no that’s not right! Ad-hoc? Unconcentratiously?  Without deliberating? Tsk!

My lethologica can be absolutely lethiferous to my self-confidence! Quickly, anyway. Ahem!

5Fri09A last zoomed-in shot across the Council House towards Exchange Walk that didn’t come out half-bad, as it happens. It shows one of the famous Nottingham City Council House stone lions. Between 1927 and 1929, local man, Joseph Else was put in charge of all carvings on the new design for Nottingham Council House, including the lions, the frieze on the arch of the building and twenty-one other figures all displaying arts and public services. I just thought he ought to be remembered.

Then up to the bus stop. Where Shirley (I think that’s her name, it might be Elsie), from the flats, was waiting, and we had a natter while waiting for the late arriving bus, which soon caught up with the schedule, though.

5Fri11I got in the apartment, and the wee-wees started. Amazingly none bothered me while I was out in town? Amazing!

I  took a photo with the new camera while there was some battery-life in it. I can’t say I was over impressed with the resulting. 

I tried to set the date on it, don’t know if I got it right, yet, as the battery had to come out to go in the 5Fri10charger to be boosted?

I am not happy with the mechanics of this new machine. The buttons and switches were a lot fiddlier than the old Lumix are. It weighs an awful lot more, too. Although that might not be a bad thing? The SD card goes in differently. The other way around to all the cameras I’ve had before.

It took me half an hour to thread the hand cord through. And the battery has to come out for charging? Ah well, I might get used to it eventually.

5Fri22Got the oven on to do some chips for the nosh.

The eyes too big again. I must stop making such massive meals! Feel-a-Fool Mode Engaged!

Tired out as I felt, sleep again denied me any rest. It took me hours to get to sleep. I tried the usual reading a book. Thinking of good things from my past (That was difficult, Haha!). Pulling the bob-cap over my eyes. Even put the TV on. But all in vain!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 30th May 2019: The brain suffered from duomachy, today!

May 31

2019 May 29

Thursday 30th May 2019

Scots Gaelic: Diardaoin 30 Cèitean 2019

WD146.0.0 03:40hrs. I woke in desperate need of a wee-wee – I disentangled my aching, tired, overweight body from the £300 second-hand, grotty-beige, c1968, rickety-rusty-recliner, caught my balance and made for the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). I was startled a bit, by the force and length of the evacuation. Which was of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting-Like-Wee-wee) style. But the colour had gone back to normal now.

I got the slippers on, and poddled with the stick, to the kitchen, and took the medications, made tonight’s dosage pot up. Imbibed this morning’s medicines, and got the kettle on, and then did the health checks. Sys 177, Dia 81, Pulse 88, and Temperature 35.8°c. A change for the last few mornings. Up a bit – As Bob Monkhouse used to say in ‘The Golden Shot!’

3Wed12a

Ankle strap, not dry enough!

The hand washing shirt and socks were moved and placed on the warm airer.

WD146.0.0 However, the Ankle-Support Strapping was nowhere near dry enough to put on! It cannot be dried with any heat applied. So the walk to the doctors this morning is going to have to be done with great care and patience. I do not want the foot to go over and end up with broken bones, Oh Dear, no!  I’m a little concerned about this, to be honest. But I have to get to the surgery, and no buses run here that early. I might use the four-wheel-trolley-guide instead of the three-wheeler.

WD146.0.0 The innards gave me an indication that they needed the use of the Porcelain Throne. So, off to the wet room. And what a change in that department today! Quick, painful, but so messy and gooey! And I’d just taken some Senna and Movicol with the medications. That might prove a mistake. Flipping ‘eck! Made worse by all the cleaning up needed after the evacuation, Oy Vey!

Got the computer on, and started to update the Wednesday post (Not one of my better days that, Grumph!). The fingers were shaking a few times, but not as bad as yesterday. Got it finalised and sent off to WordPress. Went on the Reader Section for a while to catch-up During which, several more wee-wees were needed, but these were not so forceful and shorter in length and volume. They were of the H.K.W.W. (Heavy-Keen-Wee-wee) classification.

I planned to get the ablutions done at 07:00hrs. This should give me time to sort out things for the doctors and get the trolley-guide prepared etc. for the hobble to Carrington and the Sherringham Park Medical Practice. I made up the nibble-bag while I thought of it, and put it in the four-wheeled-guide box. Such a sad little box, it’s also a seat, but these few nibbles filled it, so it is of little use, if any, for shopping? I think I’ve got it right. Appointment at 09:20hrs – 07:00hrs: Ablutions; shave, teggies, shower, dry, battle with the sock-glide one hour. 08:00hrs: Leaves me 20 minutes to faffle around and get outside togs on and set off out by 08:20hrs: Giving me an hour to walk to the surgery. Gone are the 35-minute hobbles to the doctors of old. Humph!

Made a start on this post.

4Thu001Ablutionisationing time arrived. Closed the computer and off to the wet room.

WD146.0.0 Stubbed the poor old toes again in the seat riser, silently muttered under my breath, “Oh, bother!” Then the foot/ankle went over.

I think I may have said something along the lines of, “Arghhurgh!” 4Thu02followed by “Well Fancy that!”

Got myself sorted, moved the Ankle Support strap in the wet room, in hopes that it dries quicker.

Then I readied things including the four-wheeled-walker and took some bags to the rubbish chute on the way out. I was soon out in the fresh air.

4Thu05The bigger trolley is more comfortable to control downhill but too big really for use on the buses; I’ll find out on the way home later.

A beautiful display of white flowers blooming on Winchester Street.

Getting through on the pavement with the trolley was not easy at all. Some cars and vans from the sub-contractors were parked on the footpath and didn’t give enough room for me to walk through, and I had to go on the road to get by. But I’m not complaining; their illegal parking allows the L9 bus to get by. Without which I would be in a right picklement! 

I pressed on carefully and not rushing, down the hill onto Mansfield Road. The mind had an odd moment of reflection on how things were going, and I was suddenly weighed down by weltschmerz.

Walking along  Mansfield Road, I took some shots of the shops I passed by.

4Thu05a

4Thu08a

WD146.0.0 They were not a very encouraging sight. Humph! I pressed on up the hill, and down into Carrington.

The atmosphere was one of decrepitude and misery I’m afraid. Closed shops, unhappy faces, and a sense of defeatism lingered.

A little before the Sherrington Park Medical Practise, I spotted some beautiful small flowers, 4Thu08that appeared to be growing on some nettles? I’ll ask Caroline next week to see if she knows their name.

WD146.0.0 As I got to the surgery entrance, I had to stop as a dizzy as I’ve never had before suddenly came over me. It didn’t last long, a minute or two at most. But it was not like the usual Dizzy Dennis efforts, this time it seemed to be coming from behind the eyes, and the vision went blurry. Mmm?

I was greeted with a welcome from the receptionist, took a seat and got the crossword book out and had a go, an unsuccessful one, again! Hehe!

Dr. Lona Vina called me into her room. I’ve never been in there so long, ten minutes! She asked how I was feeling, and some deeply personal questions that needed answering. Then had a look at my legs, checked the lungs/breathing. I have to keep taking the Furosemide that the hospital had taken me off. She was concerned as to why they had removed the fluid fighting Furesomide in the first place and ordered some from the chemists for me. The kidneys needed checking out, and the iron in the blood will be checked. She arranged for Nurse Nichole to take some blood. Ah, Nurse Nichole… life became worthwhile again! Haha!

I waited in the nurse’s area and had another failed go at the crosswords. I may pack up trying! Tsk! Nurse Nichole came to fetch me, and we had a jolly good natter while she 4Thu09took the blood. It was so lovely after such a long time seeing her again. Gave her some chocolates I’d brought, just in case I saw her. (Proof, that the EQ works?) Thanked her and handed the receptionists some nibbles on the way out. 

I departed, and checked my as good-a-Rolex, second hand £2 watch with its £10 new strap, and there was no point in catching a bus back to Sherwood, for an L9 bs was not due for 58 minutes. So I went to the Lidl store and had a wander around. The small box on the trolley would not 4Thu10hold the things I’d bought, but, I had taken a small back-bag with me and had to use that as well. (Smart Heh?) I came out with mild-mini-peppers, tomatoes, cheese, triple-fried beef chips: chicken pieces, and baking potatoes. I paid at the self-service checkouts and departed.

WD146.0.0  Just missing being knocked over by another, hated, ignorant, doollaly Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist!

WD146.0.0 I (foolishly) decided to walk back to Sherwood. As I started to walk, I saw a git of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist coming towards me – I stop turned and got the camera out and took a picture as he shot by. Unfortunately, the shakes came on, and I took three shots straight after each other. But, this shows just how fast the repugnant antisocial needs-locking up bully was travelling at!

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

4Thu13aaA far less painful than I expected hobble back to Sherwood was enjoyed.

But it wasn’t long before yet one more Nottinghamian, bullying, inconsiderate, chowderheaded scumbag of a baby-carrying Pavement Cyclist was threatening to have me over, coming from behind again. But it didn’t bother me! (Lie Mode Engaged!)

4Thu14I made my way up to the L9 bus stop at the top of Mansfield Road. A sad sight of another closed down business was straight opposite the shelter where I took a seat on the trolley for the first time. Putting in the breaks first!

A bloke from out flats, the one on all the social security who brags about his Asian wife and child and how much he is still getting, and they have lived apart for donkey’s years. But it didn’t 4Thu16bother me! (Lie Mode Engaged!)

WD146.0.0 Yet another, ignorant law-breaking Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclistess, lurked nearby. But I was safely hidden in the bus shelter at least. Hehehe!

The L9 bus arrived on time, and we all mounted, there were about four of us from the flats by then that got on board.

4Thu17I took a last shot of Sherwood before getting on, and the four-wheeled-guide proved to be too large for me to sit without blocking someone’s passage. I’ll try to use the three-wheeler on buses in the future.

The walk from the bus stop to the flats was a little wearying. I imagine my having sat down for a while and having to get up again was the reason, and of course, the feet were giving me some hassle. Walked back with Mary, who had arrived on the other bus. She had cancelled her move to the Sneinton Flats now, and moved down to the first floor at Woodthorpe Court, from the top storey. That’s the 5th, 9th, then 15th and now the first floor she is residing in. She gets about a bit, s4Thu18he does. Bless her. Hehe!

I got in the flat. I’ve worked out a system with the trolleys. I wheel it to the end of the hallway, unloaded it and the bag, but away what I wasn’t going to use. Then retrieved the airer-dryer from the spare room, back to the hall, and wheeled the emptied trolley into the room. Sort of reverse when going out. I might not 4Thu20have explained that very well, sorry.

WD146.0.0 Had a wee-wee, and what a wee-wee it was! An LHBLWW (Long-Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) Class. I reckon the Furesomide that I held onto and took this morning was working!

Took this picture from the unwanted hellish new kitchen windows that cannot be reached to clean the six panes of glass that need the use 4Thu19of the stepladder to get to, the thick-framed light & view-blocking frames.

Got the nosh sorted. It looked good, but the eyes were bigger than the stomach again, and I could not eat half of it. But I was so tired. Perhaps that had some effect on it? Mind you, what I did eat, I enjoyed well enough. A flavour rating of 7.5/10 given.

4Thu22I hope to try some of the Boczek Nordic Style bacon for tomorrow’s nosh. Or maybe not, I’ve some roast pork slices with a far shorter use-by date yet to use.

The ingredients listed as being in this bacon, are: Pork Belly Boneless & Skinless (92%), Salt, Pork Gelatin, Spices and Spice Extracts, Stabilisers: Triphosphates, Carrageenan, Locust Bean Gum, Flavour Enhancer: Monosodium Glutamate, Soya Protein, Modified Starch, Stabilisers: Sodium Citrate, Collagen Pork Protein, Antioxidant: Sodium Erythorbate, Flavourings (contains Barley Gluten, Soya, Milk), Glucose, Maltodextrin, Acidity Regulator: Citric Acid, Preservative: Sodium Nitrite. Hehehe! But it tastes divine!

I washed the pots, such as they were and got the kettle on.

WD146.0.0 4Thu23Settled in the gungy-beige, £300, second-hand recliner to watch a Frost DVD. Fell asleep, and was woken up by the door chime a couple of hours later. Out of the recliner, nearly toppled over, got to the door. It was Malcolm from nearby, He had seen a parcel outside the door, and let me know, handed me the parcel. I thanked him. 

Well, I was up and about and decided I’d get the hand-washing done. Two shirts and a pair of socks. Got them hanging up to dry.

Then I thought I might as well get this. Blog updated. Made a start, I had rather a lot of photographs to sort out first, so got them done.

I was naked, apart from the PPs and dressin4Thu21g gown now, and I realised how the legs were getting awfully full of fluid again. It looked like some new papsules were beginning to come on again, too. The paleness continues. The knees knobbliness seems to have lessened, though.

WD146.0.0 Well, fancy that! Can you believe it?

Virgin (4a)

I tried Facebook to see if it would come back on, there. Very slow.

Early morning, I had another H.K.W.W. (Heavy-Keen-Wee-wee). These, thankfully are less often, but seem to be clearing me out well!

Got the head down again.

Inchcock Today – Bank Holiday Monday 6th May 2019

1Mon01a

Bank Holiday Monday 6th May 2019

Norwegian: Bankferie Mandag 6. Mai 2019

04:12hrs. Woke from a deep sleep, so glad that I had had sower and shaved last night. Escaped the welcoming warmth of the second-hand £300, circa 1968 rickety recliner, and limpingly to make a brew. (No Angle Support, it is still, hanging drying above the kitchen sink.

I was making the tea and had to divert to attend the Porcelain Throne. A right messy do it was, I seem to have gone from struggling to things being unstoppable overnight?

Tablets were taken, and had a wash, changed into day clobber and got on with updating this blog, while I waited for the Ocado delivery and the Carer to arrive.

wd0.0.90 I stopped a while, to work out the new set of medications and confirm to myself what they are being taken for. Google searching: Lansaprozole 15mg: Duodenal Ulcer – Senna 10mg: Help with passing – Paracetamol: Pain relief – Codeine 30mg: Pain relief for Axonotmesis – Chlorphenamine 8mg: Food allergy? – Bisoprolol 10mg: Beta blocker, heart – Ramipril 10mg: High Blood Pressure – Atorvastatin 80mg: Cholesterol – Novicol sachets: Chronic Constipation – Warfarin 3mg: Blood thinner… I’ve just realised this is a list of medications I was on during the stay at the Oaks Residential Home, not a proper up to date one. Well, that was a waste of time – Hahaha!

1Mon02wd0.0.90 Ocado van arrived. Got the stuff stored away, but could find no Valencia Orange lollies as charged for when I checked on the Ocado site.

Sent an Email informing them. We’ll see what happens. Most annoying! I ordered a Sourdough batch, I hope to use three slices and hand the rest to Doris if I can catch her in later on in the day.

wd0.0.90 Then the Carer arrived, I greeted him with a cheery unanswered good morning. Absolutely no idea of how to put the ankle-support on. So I enlarged a photograph on the CorelDraw screen for him to access. Quiet chap, not talkative or interested in the job really. Sadly, he said he might be calling again tomorrow.

No buses were running today to or from the flats. So another day indoors. Although I might go down to try and get some laundry done, I’ll need a couple of goes to get the mass of washing needing to be done. So I might do it over a few days. In fact. I’ll nip down now and see if there is a free machine.

Back in a bit, folks.

1Mon06Machine free, so I started the asher and back up in the lift.

I noticed that the Social Shed will be open today at 11:00hrs might call if I can get the washing done in time.

Took some bags to the waste chute. Got more washing ready to take down with me later. Got the laundry bag and down again. Moved things from washer to the dryer and then put the second load in the machine. I met Angela and Roy and had a natter while they waited for a taxi. Roy is not very good, tried to cheer him up, he’s still got his sense of humour though, bless him.

Up again and updated this diary. Back down to the laundry room again. Got the things out of the dryer and the second wash going. Folded the first load and stayed down while the dryer did its thing. Penny came in with some washing and, we had a short natter. Then Olive came in, and I got the stuff out of the dryer so she could use it. We chinwagged all the way back in the elevator together.

Got the togs out away and took a picture from the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window. The morning was breezy but beautiful to look at.

1Mon07awd0.0.90 As I put in the SD card, it broke on the teeth bit. I lost 345 photographs! Grumph!

I got another card and retook the picture. Tsk!

Suddenly realised I could now go to the meeting room at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. I might find a vegetable bargain. Hehe! And take some updated photographs of the complex.

TTFN, back in a while all. (I hope).

wd0.0.90 A bit of a farce my getting out. I was going to call to see Jenny/Frank on the way out. I met Olive getting in the lift, and for some reason, the number of Jenny’s flat escaped me. Olive thought it was 52 on the ninth floor, but there was no answer to my ring. So I went down again and told Olive in the laundry room, I’d take some photos of the complex.

wd0.0.90 I went out and realised I did not have my camera with me! Back up again and got the camera and called at Jenny’s again. Frank appeared as I was getting back in the lift. Gave him the Sourdough bread, cause I know that Jenny likes it.

wd0.0.90 Down in the lift again and met Angela and Roy who were going to the hut as well. We had a good natter as we walked there, arriving too early so they sat on the bus stop bench and others joined us. As I circled them, I spotted a strange looking flower and snapped it.

1Mon07cAt first, I thought there was a bee of some kind on it.

We soon got in the shed, and more residents joined us. Doreen, John, Bill, Ian and more were quickly nattering away.

There was nothing that appealed to me for sale foodwise, but I enjoyed the next hour or so, listening to them all gossiping.

I came out at the same time as Angela and Roy, and after taking a couple of pictures of the compound, we start to walk to our block.

 

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

1Mon08aThe sky looked incredible, albeit was windy with it. Sufficient for me to take another picture.

The leg shook a couple of times, and I nearly went over en route. Angie told me to take the walker with me next time, I said I would. And Roy told me I was walking with the stick wrongly, and he told me how it should be done, and put my bag on his trolley for me.

I left them as I alighted on the 12th floor. To the flat and checked on the potato in the oven.

Then, I began to update this blog, and Doris came in to see how I was. She kindly accepted some fancy tomatoes from me that I had overordered. Bless her for caring. We had a chat, and she returned back to her flat.

Carried on with the post, then emptied out the potato from the husks and added salt and distilled vinegar and mashed them up together well. Refilled the skins and forked the top and put them back in the oven to brown-off!

One half I will give to Doris, I hope she likes them. I called on Doris and asked her to tell me if she likes her spuds with burnt and crispy tops, she liked them like I do, burnt & crispy, and proceeded to cook them in the oven with the added cheese, distilled vinegar and a little salt to the potato.

1Mon09I got her half of the potato, added some crispy roast onions and put them on a tray and delivered them to her door.

I hope she like them, this is the first time I have made cheesy-potatoes for anyone.

Served up mine (Photo), and ate the whole lot of it, including some slices of milk loaf. Boy, did I enjoy them – with added Marmite crisps as well! The appetite had returned. But I think this is due to Doris more than the food.

Doris returned the tray, I think she relished them, I do hope so. I felt so proud that I could do something to show my appreciation for her help and concern.

I washed up and had a shower and shave, got the sock-glide and bamboo socks ready for the morning.

Settled to watch some TV, staying awake for too long again. Eventually drifting off into a beautiful sleep. Contentedly!