Ill Inchcy – Sunday 28th February 2021 Diary

TFZer to the rescue!


INCHCOCK TODAY

Sunday 28th February 2021

Latin: MMXXI die 28 Mensis Februarii

01:40hrs: I stirred into imitation life, realised that I was not coughing or bringing up anywhere near so much phlegm. And it felt good, indeed, at last, the symptoms from the lethal to me Convid-19 AstraZeneca vaccine was weakening, after a full week! I spent a few moments fearing the second one coming up…

The innards bubbled, I adopted the Porcelain Throne – Defcon Two-Mode. And I fumbled my way out of the grotty, £300, second-hand, c1968, unsteady, not-working, incommodious, sickeningly beige-coloured, haemorrhoid-testing recliner, caught my balance of sorts and hastened to the wet room.

No sooner was I seated, and with Trotsky Terence in complete control, the vagariously doloriferous evacuation began. The discomfort and pain were soon over, but it was an Oh, so messy affair! The regular black and dark red mini-torpedoes funked like never before! 50% liquid! Bits of blood could be seen as I rose to assess the results of the dump.

The entire toilet roll plus was needed to clear things at the rear end! Gallons of water was used from the sink to remove the gooey pipework, funking, multi-coloured evacuated product! Many flushes later, things seemed to have been cleared.

The reliable, made in Hong Kong, the contactless thermometer showed a lower reading this morning, of 37.0°c-98.6°f. But this was still a smidge high, methinks?

The usually dependable, trustworthy, Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer failed on the first two tries to come up with a reading.

On the third attempt, it worked, but the SYS was high at 180, DIA at 75, and the PULSE was 89bpm.

I updated the Excel file with the new figures.

Then took the missed evening medications and making up the moring one to leave in view so that I didn’t forget that one later, as well. Humph!

I made a start on updating the Saturday Diary. SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and PP, Peripheral Pete, were giving me their ackamarackus tricks, which slowed me down with my progress.

As I was going to make a brew of Glengettie, the rumbling innards kicked-off again – which worked out well as it happens.  I was only feet away from the wet room door at the time and was soon in and sat on the raised plastic seat…

Oh, dearie me! This session was worse than the first one and more Accifauxpa-ridden, too!

  • The content was just the same style, but there seemed a lot more of it!
  • Not so much blood escaped.
  • I had to restock with toilet rolls and kitchen towels. Ultra-messy, and so much of it, gooey, gelatinous, gunky and semi-liquid at the same time!
  • Foul-smelling, evil-mephitic and noxious!
  • The clearing of the evacuated product took far longer this time. Several refillings of the tank, and many flushes, eventually did the trick!
  • Then, when I thought everything had been cleaned and freshened, I spotted a clump that had, I assumed, ejected itself as I position myself on the seat.

Embarrassment, shame, disgust and the futility of my hopes all lingered for a moment or two, teasing, humiliating me. I got things cleaned up.

Then I returned to the kitchen.

I took this photographicalisation through the kitchen window, it didn’t come out well, did it? Humph!

I got the updating finished and posted off to WordPress. Pinterested, a couple of yesterday’s pictures, then went on Facebook catch-up.

I made another brew. Then read and replied to some comments. Had a read of the Health Unlocked Peripheral Neuropathy site letters. And made a start on this post.

Well, time to get the ablutions sorted out, then. Off to the wet room, I trotted.

Well, just look at those legs, will you? Spider and iliac veins hardly noticeable! Clopidogrel almost gone! And the weals, lumps, myasthenia gravis, with no signs of any Idiopathic Polyneuropathy.  Admittedly the socks cover the ankle ulcer, but it was very faint.

I wonder if the Tate Gallery might be interested in buying a picture of my amazingly improving legs and knees? My pins photo would cost a lot less to the idiots who run the Tate Gallery, and if I may say so, are more artistic than Mr Andre’s ‘Pile of Bricks!’

Arthur Payne, Gallery Assistant, quoted in the Evening Standard, n.f.d. 1976: “These bricks have really brought the public in. They can’t make head or tail of them. Nothing has attracted as much attention as they have!”

Inchcock response: “It’s a shame something that is nothing to do with art should be bought by the desperate for fame, fools at the Tate Gallery!”

Of course, it doesn’t bother me! Oh, no!

Ablutions all done, I set to getting the walker-guide box filled with waste-bags and got them ready to rake to the waste chute.

I found another letter had arrived.

Worryingly it was from British Gas, an assured sign of price rises or confusing changes of tariffs! Sure enough, on opening the lying, two-faced, cheating, conning, unreliable, ignorant, mercantile, profit-seeking, undependable, unpredictable, untrustworthy, capricious, expensive, over-charging, anti-customer orientated, costly, compassionless, and pachydermatous British Gas envelope; I found an increase in payments! But it didn’t bother me!

I spat a little, cursed, sent a death wish through the ether, to Centrica boss-man, (who own British Gas,) Ian Conn, and the four bosses who raked in £2m bonuses as the customers were hit; with price-hikes! But it didn’t bother me! The profit-oriented gits are not going to get to me! Although, if I hear of any of them being cast-down and snuffing it excruciatingly painfully from Covid-19, it may cheer me up a little and bring a warm smile to my face.

I got out and into the lift lobby, with the rather well-filled box of waste-bags on the Trolley-guide and down to the tiny rubbish-chute at the far end.

I got in alright and even put the bags into the chute without any knocks or injuries down the tube. Getting back out was not so easily managed. There is not enough room to turn the walker-Guide around in the waste-room, so a spot of reversing is needed. I caught the trousers in the wheels coming out. Later I found a tear in the cloth and a spec of bleeding. It made me think of British Gas! I felt sick!

Out along the lift lobby in the opposite direction. The only art-deco end wall, I’ve not seen this on any other floor, seemed more attractive to me again. (Especially so with the bile being encouraged by British Gas!) I wonder if any other floors have this art-deco paint job on their wall?

I got back to the apartment, and I set about getting Josie’s nosh cooked and prepped. I was extra careful in the presentation of the extra cheesy, buttered and sea salted potatoes. They tasted good when I tried some; I hope Josie enjoys them. The strain-free tuna, mini-tomatoes, Surami sticks, roast onions, and today for a change, fresh garden peas and leeks added. A disc of the cheese she likes was left unopen, in case she fancied it later on. A can of Sainsbury’s Rum and coke added. I delivered it just before midday. I could her Josie talking to her sister on the phone as I rang the bells. Handed her the tray and explained about the peas and leeks and new drink. Again she asked why I buy the drink when I don’t drink it; also, I told her, ‘So you can drink it!’ today. She can’t understand it.

I washed the cooking utensils from her meal making, and I had a look to see if I could get in a slot with Iceland. I got one alright for next Tuesday. I hope they have the bread available this week.

I made just one more graphic on CorelDraw and made up my meal of the day. Potatoes with the rest of the garden peas and leeks, a few crispy onions, tomatoes and some horrible tasting cooked turkey pieces. But I did eat it all. The early weariness dawned.

I got the pots washed again and became rather insipid, and the tiredness came on rather quickly for some reason. I think I put the TV on and turned it off after a few minutes to search for Sweet Morpheus. But sadly, success was denied to me!

It was many hours before I nodded off. Yet I felt so weary and couldn’t understand why I wasn’t already snoring away? I do remember the door chimes going – that would have been Josie returning the food tray, I assume. But I just could not get up. The gal knows that if I am in, the door is never locked; she can open the door and place the tray and cutlery though the door. But the poor thing has a memory about as good as mine is, Hahaha!

Frustration was growing the longer I went without nodding off. It was as if something was determined that I would not get to sleep?

I lay there, started to plan the World Economic recovery from Covid, worked out that aliens would be seen openly next August 28th, and realised I had not had a wee for many, many hours.

Finally, I must have nodded-off, cause I woke up, in need of a wee-wee…

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Inebriate Inchy – Saturday 27th February 2021 Diary

♥ TFZers at the lake? ♥

Inchcock Lie!


INCHCOCK TODAY DIARY

Saturday 27th February 2021

Mongolian: 2021 оны 2-р сарын 27-ны бямба гараг

00:30hrs:  I woke, in complete denial of moving, went into a slugabed mode and nodded off again. Repeatedly!

When I stirred for about the tenth time, it was 02:48hrs, and the need for the Porcelain Throne cruelly forced me into physical activity, Humph! Freeing my overly-stomached body from the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly beige-coloured, not-working, uncomfortable, rusty, rickety-recliner, and catch my balance for walking, was a battle to get it done in time. The need for the evacuation was growing more urgent, and I moved as fast as possible, only just getting there on time!

Trotsky Terence yet again won the PTDDSB (Porcelain-Throne-Daily-Domination-Stakes-Battle). Poor old Constipation Konrad was annihilated! Almost 50% liquid, running droplets of red and brown, with streaks of white evacuated into the WC bowl! Messy, but not painful today, though! But the foul aroma produced did me no good, Eurgh!

Then the farcicalities started!

  • First, the cleaning of oneself must have taken a third of the toilet roll, and ten-minutes!
  • Then, the evacuated product was encouraged to go down into the sewer, which took three hand-fillings of the water tank and eight flushes to complete!
  • Then I found some of the ‘liquid’ had escaped earlier, and the PPs needed changing! That took effort, time and cost me £2 for the too-small substituted by Sainsbury’s PPs! They had to be used up!
  • I washed and then put some of the Harpic bleach White & Shine toilet cleaner with baking soda and lemon around the WC bowl. (I highly recommend this most effective, fresh-smelling product!)
  • Pleased the sorting out was done, I turned to leave the wet room… Oh, Dearie me! I hit the back of my right shoulder blade on the edge of the doorframe as I was leaving.
  • Of course, me being the brave, heroic, confident, none-whinging type of person I am, there was no cringing or sobbing involved. Ahem!

I made a brew and took the evening medications I’d forgot tot ake, with an extra pain-killer, and rubbed in some Phorpain Gel as far as I could reach, anyway. Then did the Health Checks. The body temperatures was a touch of anosmia, at a high 37.6°c – 99.68°f, in the red. I wasn’t caught out by this. I’ve a little fever and been shivering a little all morning. The Boots Sphygmomanometer readings were just fine, though. SYS 137. DIA 63, and the Pulse at 88.

I added the findings of the results to the now working again Excel chart. Apparently, the temperature has been high for a while now. Not that I can get to tell the Doctor, of course, or do something silly, like ask for advice.

I got the ridiculous idea of going out on the balcony to take a shot of the moon and the car park below Chestnut Walk. The car park one was not one of my better efforts… in fact, it was absolute crap!

The picture of the moon wasn’t up to much, either.

The worst thing was that the fever got worse, and I was going sweaty then freezing alternately. Ah, well, I can’t win them all! Well, any really!

The computer started alright the first time. And set to updating the Friday Diary, and I  got it finished in a decent time today.

I emailed the link, Pinterested some snaps, and at this stage, I was handicapped with Colin Cramps having a half-hour bash at the left hand and fingers! I had to stop typing altogether. He doesn’t usually attack like this during the day; night time is his standard attack time.

I took the opportunity to make another mug of Glengettie and take the belated morning medications with another pain killer to ease the shoulder’s pain. I had a couple of mini swiss rolls with the brew. Then I got some leeks cooking in the crock-pot.

I got involved in the Health Unlocked site, reading in my Anticoagulation pages.

I made a couple of comments and then joined the Peripheral Neuropathy Section and made a comment there. The lady answered very quickly. I’d told her of the after-effects of the AstraZeneca Vaccine. It’s nice to see how others cope with the problems they have that I can relate to, and offer a little support… and get some back, as well. ♥ I enjoyed an hour or so reading of others ailment. Nice break! And, I was beginning to feel a bit better in myself as well, at last! The shivering had stopped, and the shoulder was easing off. Yee-Haa!

I got the leeks from the crock-pot into a saucepan. Washed the dish-bowl and opened a can of Hubbard’s cheapo Chilli-con-Carne. I added it to the saucepan and out in the garden peas. Gravy seasoning, two vegetable Oxo cubes, and a beef flavour pot to the mix stirred it up well, put it on low heat, and a slash of Balsamic vinegar and a pinch of Roast Capsicum seasoning, and lastly, some passata with basil!

That was that; my evening nosh all planned! I’d got some of the Milk Roll bread left from last night to soak it up with. I’d have liked to risk using the Dynamite Chilli.

But I’m aware that things are not yet settled healthwise after the dangerous AstraZeneca vaccine from a week ago! Gawd, I fear having a second shot!

Ah, well, I must try to get some more graphics done to use later off onto CorelDrawing. I got three drawings done to use, and the weariness was dawning.

I was moving into ‘Kaput-Mode’. So got the Chilli meal prepped and served up.

Although it was tasty enough, it took a lot of eating for some reason. And I managed to get the things into the sink to soak and even started to watch an Auf Wiedersehen Pet episode, but blissfully I nodded off, and I slept for five hours!

Indefinite Inchy – Friday 26th February 2021 Diary

Boys will be boys! Hehe!


Friday 26th February 2021

Spanish: Viernes 26 de Febrero de 2021

01:25hrs: I woke up sneezing myself awake; I was shivering, then sweating, coughing and not exactly in top form at all. But this has been the norm since the almost lethal, cheapest of all the vaccines, the AstraZeneca vaccination. Can’t be helped, I suppose, with all what they call; ‘Your underlying conditions.’ Hehe! These side-effects seem to be lasting but slowly getting less severe. I dread the thought of my second follow-up one!

Shivering a bit when I rose onto my feet, I tried on the Jenny donated slippers. I’m glad no one could see me struggle to get into them. Hehehe! A little large and loose and cold because of this. My efforts at cutting and fitting some insoles really ought to have earned a comedy award of some sort. Haha! I’m not sure if I’ve got them the right-side-up or not, either. Got them sorted and on the tootsies within fifteen minutes! Gawd, life is difficult at times!

I took a wee-wee, a bit of a marathon affair this one was. No sensation from the bladder again, a hit and miss and a guessing game! As I went to make a brew of Glengettie tea, I had to divert sharpishly to the Porcelain Throne.

The wet room activities were horrendous, for three reasons mainly.

  1. The first was the painful, smelly, black and red, super-messy evacuation.
  2. The cleaning up and hand filling of the tank to rid the bowl of the product.
  3. Then as I went to wash my hands, what a mess in the sink, from the cloth I’d left in soak!

What the black stuff in the sink was, I didn’t know. But it as impossible to clean it off! It is embedded somehow or other, in the porcelain, the drain hole, sink plug and in the cloth? I did get a lot of it off, but nowhere near all of it? Confused!

More time lost!

I got the Health Checks done. The Boot’s China-made Sphygmomanometer produced some satisfactory looking results, though. SYS 148, DIA 71, and the Pulse at 88bpm!

The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, proffered a temperature of 37.2°c – 98.96°f. A little high, but it showed in the green?

I’d not made the Glengettie yet, so I poddled to the kitchen to make the brew.

While I awaited the kettle to boil, I made up a couple of bottles of the Spring Water, adding a drop of orange cordial to each bottle.

Made the mashing and took the morning medications.

I tried to take a decent shot of the moon, but the Canon camera wasn’t interested in helping me. This rather pathetic effort was the only one that was worth anything. As photographers go, I’m not very good. Humph!

Then it came to starting the computer, and I feared yesterday’s strange problem appearing again!

I was much relieved when the computer started up okay, and no none-understandable messages telling it to me was out of range!

I took this sort of celebratory thumbs-up picture to celebrate things working correctly! Hahaha! 

I pressed on with the updating of the Thursday Diary post. Got it completed and posted off to WordPress. Pinterested a few snaps. Emailed the link and went of Facebooking catch-up for a few hours. I then went on the WordPress Reader section.

That took me a good while; I went to make another brew.

The going from cold to sweaty warm continues. Most uncomfortable.

I got the kettle on and spotted that the moon had moved nearer the earth. So, I fetched the Canon camera for another effort at getting a half-decent moon shot… I took one picture and ended up with these three on the SDH card?

What had I done? Why? How? I’m a little baffled again now!

I’d sort of half-expected that life would calm down in my dotage years – but no! Kluggledanks!

At 05;45hrs, I heard clunking from above. I hope someone is not in trouble. I only heard it once.

A dirty-great load of WP comments came through altogether! So I went investigating and replying. Some good lines and views shared with my WP family this morning. Cheered me up a smidge that did!

Off to the Porcelain Throne again. Gooey, messy, smelly, but not so painful this time, and no bleeding! The dang tank had to be refilled by hand a few times before I could clear things!

To the kitchen to make a brew, Thompsons Punjana this time.

While waiting for the kettle to boil, I resorted to the tins of extra foodstuff I had on the countertop.

The Chilli stocks were looking good. Chicken Meatballs in Chilli sauce, Hubbards (Sainsbury’s) cheapo Chilli-Con-Carne, and three different American Stagg Chili-Con-Carnes. Classic, Dynamite and Vegetable! Oh, and a Morrison’s one as well.

I’ve not risked trying the Dynamite one yet, but as soon as, well, if things get better with the vaccine side effects, I intend to try one. The vegetable one is delicious! I can safely recommend this variety. Mind you, they are all good enough for me!

Ah, well, better get the ablutions sorted out next.

I got side-tracked yet again. I decided to get some handwashing done. The too-small, Made in Myanmar Grey, maroon zip-up jacket. Got it washed, scented, wrung and hung above the sink to drip-dry.

To the wet room, and listened to the ‘Men from the Ministry’ (1959) on Rado Four Extra, while I de-nasalised, cleaned the teeth, and had a shave. I’d forgotten how bad the scripts were, Hehehe! And in all three activities, only had four dropsies! However, when it came to taking a shower, especially considering how well the last three had gone, it was payback time with a vengeance from many ailments, all of which had been so kind to me lately. Hey-Ho! Things started well enough, then:

  • As I was cleaning the rear-end, the adventitious right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance kicked-off, with a short but brutal flailing performance.
  • Hurt or damaged during this short incident: The right knee when I fell on it! BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) kicked off! And I gave my head a fair knock on my way down against the power box!
  • A first next; Getting back up, I lost my grip of the shower chair and fell on my nose against the metal!
  • And actually getting up, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) joined in the fun! Which caused me to fall on the same knee again!
  • Which ensured that the rest of the showering was most uncomfortable!

All red-faced from the showering and physical jerks! Haha!

By the time I got around to towelling myself off, I’d got a new headache, throbbing knee and nose, and was in fear of another right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance occurring!

Then I spotted some specs of blood on the towel. It was from the clout on the nose. Nowt to worry about, though, just feel a fool over. Hahaha!

Ah-well, such is life!

I lot of gentle medicating for Harold’s Haemorrhoids was needed as well. I also refused to use the Sock-Glide! But it was so cold this morning, I to struggle like fury to get the diabetic legwear on. That in itself should have been enough pain for the day, Humph!

As I left the wet-room, taking care not to walk into the door frame, I remembered about the treats I’d got for Jenny, Nora and Frank; I’ll take them down later.

I was feeling a little disappointed in the ablution session mishaps. Why? Things were going really well, I thought, until then anyway. Gnatwrangles! But I didn’t get into a self-pity mode… why I don’t know, but I was in pain, uncomfortable, yet I found myself singing away? Come think of it, I had not had a Right-Leg-Dance for ages, well, not one as bad as that one was, that had me over.

I gave the hand-washed grey zip-up jumper the bit of a wringing out and tried to ring Warden Deana, no answer; I think she might be on holiday, perhaps. Then I got Jenny’s bag on the three-wheeler, and I set out with it. I rang her to let her know I would leave it outside her apartment door. Which I did. But I realised when I got home, I’d missed the lemon wafer out of the carrier bag. Always something going wrong! Blurblecrups!

Ah, another letter from Nottingham City Homes. Notification of Restart of Fire Stopping Work. As instructed, I sent an email asking for an early time, 8am to 10am, any day that suits them best. It is way easier to get a message to Nottingham City Homes than it is to my doctor.

I tried ringing the surgery again. A recorded message to listen to that I could not understand, then a ringing tone. Aha! Then another recorded message. I wasn’t surprised. I’ll give up.

Jenny phoned me, bless her. We had a little natter about this and that, and she left me feeling more upbeat, as is her style. So that was good!

I made a brew again; maybe the taste buds are improving at last? And I took a photograph of the morning view. Flipping cold with it, but it was beautiful to see.

I had to make some graphics again, so I could create some templates for WordPress. So, onto CorelDraw and tried to adopt ‘Concentration-Mode’. It was near the head-down time when I got them finished. Tsk! But, I should have a Sainsbury’s order coming, but later than usual, it was the only slot I could get when I made the order up. So, I need to avoid falling asleep at all costs. Tint fair, is it? Haha!

I’ll check on the emails, just in case I’ve made another blunder.

Nope, they are on the way. Unavailable products again, mind. It’s better as I chose no substitutes, else I would have ended up with the wrong size PPs again, and I dread to imagine what crisps the would have substituted. Most likely, they would have sent shoe polish or something like that, Hahaha!

The headache from the clout in the shower is getting no easier. So I made a brew of Glengettie and took an extra painkiller. Red and yellow capsules this time, never had these before?

Still, better than nothing.

Oh, dearie me! When it came to putting together the template, I could not access Excel or Word???

Microsft automatically went into upgrade mode when I tried to open it, but only went so far, and then flashed it was not possible to access the programme at all?

Makes yer sick! They take the money, alright. Now, what can I do? The Swine, Microsoft. Always something going wrong. Grrrr!

The Sainsbury delivery arrived early. Same chap delivering as last week, decent sort of fellow.

He put the things into a carrier and the carton for me. I insisted he take a bottle of Babycham or a can of Vodka & Lemonade. Just two unavailables listed. Thanked him, and off he trotted.

I took the things through to the kitchenette, and I got them stored them away in cupboards, fridges, and bread in the freezer.

Prepped the meal for the night. Surimi sticks, tomatoes, garden peas, last of the corned beef and onions, a Marmite cheese disc, a pickled egg, buttered some milk roll bread, and looked forward with relish at rounding it of with the two fresh cream French Horns! Yummy! The meal got a deserved 9/10 from me. I digested it slowly… Mmmm!

It all worked out so well time-wise, too – as I finished eating, the Tales of the Unexpected began on channel 11. Perfick!

I could not stay awake, and I kept drifting off. Missed most of the two episodes. Humph!

Another stormy keep-waking-up night. Grunglebogknickers!

Indefatigable Inchy – Thursday 25th February 2021 Diary

♥ TFZer Angel! ♥


Thursday 25th February 2021

Hungarian: 2021 Február 25 Csütörtök

02:15hrs: I woke after another long but bad nights kip, coughing, shivering and sneezing again. (For clarity, please add frustrated, fed-up and feeling relatively weak all round!) As I was freeing my scarily over-bellied body from the c1968 recliner, the Porcelain Throne’s first summoning arrived. Off I hastened to the wet room, for the most God-awful, repugnant, obnoxious evacuation it was!

Trotsky Terence was in full charge! Not a lot came, but it was sticky, gooey, smelly and messy in the extreme! Repugnant! Repeated flushes were needed, nearly a full roll of TP used. So much precious time lost cleaning things up, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids needed treatment afterwards.

I returned and turned on the computer… this is the screen message that I got up! Which panicked me! My heart sank, misery lingered, depression dawned, and I was near to tears! The brain rattled aimlessly. Fear grabbed a hold on me, along with sadness!

All I could do was to turn off and start again. I had no idea what the message meant. Which I did! Thankfully, the computer started properly this time. Phew! Does anyone know what the problem was, please?

I got the Health Checks done. The Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, had a lower SYS at 149, DIA 76, and PULSE of 87bpm.

My Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, read at a lower than yesterday; 36.8°c – 98.2°f. Which seemed okay to me.

I took the morning medications. And had to return to the Porcelain Throne again! For a session that was almost an exact repeat of the first visit, sticky, gooey, smelly and messy in the extreme! Also, it took ages to clean and medicate afterwards.

I thought it might help if I could manage a mug of Glengettie Gold. So I made one and returned to computing. Got the Wednesday blog updated and posted off to WordPress.

Emailed the link, during which I got the hot and cold shivers again, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters kept dying off, causing me more lost time and frustrations. I went on Facebooking catch-up, which Nicodemus ensured was a nightmare struggle, Humph! 

I visited the WordPress Reader. Then read and replied to the comments that had come in. The sneezing and coughing called on me regularly.

Oh, dearie me! Off to the Porcelain Throne again! The only difference to the earlier two visits; was the feverish shivering, hot one minute, then almost freezing. This distemperature was not a good sign! I considered taking some cough medicine and a cold capsule. But, I decided against this, with my being on so many other medications. And the effects of the crap, cruel, vicious AstroSeneca side-effects still lingering from last Saturday. Although slowly getting more manageable. The fever is worrying, though. The Throne evacuation was of the same model as the two earlier and took an awful lot of cleaning up again. I’m fed-up with this!

I was shivering and shaking a fair bit now. I tried to take some shots of the dehumidifier and thermostat to glean some information. But the shaking meant this is the only one that was seeable, just! It told me the humidity was in the green, and the temperature was a smidge high. So why do I keep shivering? Beats me!

Huh! Sneezing and coughing again, now. Still, the chest isn’t as phlegmy as yesterday. Things are slowly improving, methinks… mind you, I still ain’t looking forward to the second crippling, AstroSeneca side-effect-ridden vaccination!

I went to get the Ablutions done; boy, did I clout my right shoulder on the wet room doorframe? Yes! I did. Argh!

But, this ablution session was the best for weeks! Oh, Yes! The nasal clearing went smoothly and effectively! No-dropsies! The teeth cleaning smoothly, only the one dropsy! The shaving had only two diddy-nicks and the same amount of dropsies! OK, this innit?

The showering had no dizzies, bangs or knocks pm the grab bars or dispenser… not one! Mind you, the dropsies counted about six. But no injuries in retrieving the dropped items! 

The medicationing was fine, and just the one loss of balance getting the PP’s on. I gave my right knee fairly good clout against the floor cabinet, but I’ve had much worse. No moans from me!

I got the waste and recycling bags made up and went to get them on the box on the walker-guide trolley.

AS I spotted a letter in the box, another one followed ontop the floor, and as I was retrieving them, a leaflet came through as well. Hello, I thought I must investigate and sort these out. The first one was from the Pension Service Justin Tomlinson, ruler, advising a little increase in my pension. Nice that!

The leaflet told me of the upcoming Census.

The last one was from Nottingham City Homes Safety Officer Glen Sutton.  It advised me that on Monday 1st & Tuesday 2nd March, our contractors will be removing the green portacabins from Chestnut Walk. To be able to move them, we will need to close the car park next to Woodthorpe Court to the public for a period of time each day, so they can be safely lifted and removed.

Each lift should take no longer than one hour to complete, and we will be putting barriers in place to keep everyone safe. Etc. etc. I assume these are the cabins mentioned in the advisory letter.

I took a photo of the end of Chestnut Walk at the same time. Just for Billumski, the Associate Professor of the RCMA Red Car Monitoring Assessment (Financial Donations Accepted) of Ohio.

It looks like all the old garages twixt the trees have now been demolished at the end. Still fenced off, though. I’m not sure if new garages are going to be built later or not.

I returned from my mystery tour, used the trolley to get the rubbish bags to the waste-room. Again, all was silent on the way to the chute—no finger or knuckle trapping today. Although getting the recycling down the tube, I had to split it into another bag to get it to go down.

I returned along with the trolley on the elevator lobby with the emptied box. I have to say the Art-deco end wall does look good to me.

I made a brew and started making some graphics to use in future templates on Corel Draw. But the early weariness was dawning again. I made up the remainder of the chilli-Con-Carne from last night and merrily took photographs of it without a card in the camera, not realising at the time. Humph!

I ate it all, although it was only a small dishful.

After that, the hot and cold shivers started. I managed to stay awake until the ‘Tales of the Unexpected’ episode started… but I was in a deep sleep within minutes, disturbed only by a cough or sneeze, or cold shudder – but repeatedly.

Another lousy night’s rest. Not doing very well, am I? Tsk!

Indagative Inchy – Wednesday 24th February 2021 Diary

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Wednesday 24th February 2021

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 24ain Chwefror 2021

02:30hrs: I woke in a sweat, feeling smelly, and in a terribly confused state again. I lay for ages, fighting the slugabed instinct. The mind-muddled, and try as I might, I couldn’t seem to get the brain in-gear?

A sudden sneezing and phlegm rising bout saved the day. (I apologise to any neighbours I may have woken up, with this the viciously loud series of sternutations) but there was no stopping them! The benefit was that the mind began to grasp some logicality, and the need for a wee-wee arriving at the same time, forced me out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner.

I had a wee-wee, of the most reluctant type, all over in seconds. Then took the bucket for sanitising and had a freshen up, but started to shiver while I did so. I got a jacket on and the trews and risked making a brew of Glengettie Gold.

But the taste-buds were not working again. Most disappointing flavour to the tea. Humph!

I spotted the original cans of Stagg Chili-Con-Carne that had been delivered last night. The Dynamite meat one that may be too strong for my tastes? With the taste-buds bad again, I’ll have to leave it for a while before trying them.

Then again, the second poisonous dose of the AstroSeneca vaccine is due soon, so all this agony, misery, depression, and illness side-effects will happen all over again! This thought didn’t do me much good!

I got the Health Checks done. I wasn’t too surprised to see that the body temperature was in the near red. I’d been feeling feverish earlier in the recliner 37.6°c – 99.68°f, pretty high that!

The dependable, trustworthy, Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer threw out slightly higher SYS 158, DIA 78, and Pulse at 88 bpm.

I updated the Excel record. The SYS and the Temperatures were all sneaking back up a smidge. No point in trying to get to talk to the Doctor about it after yesterdays five failed attempts to get through to the surgery. At least she can say honestly that when they find my body, which will have been in a crumpled heap on the floor for several days, no one calls to see if one is alright, of course. Hopefully, the next Warfarin blood test, whenever that is, the last one had a five-week gap, will mean my torso will eventually be found – and the Doctor can say, “Well, I didn’t know he was poorly!” One gets the feeling that the end-is-nigh.

But with the AstroSeneca vaccine number two to come, along with all the associated side-effects, am I bothered? Nope!

I took the morning medications, and I got on with updating yesterdays most-gloom-ridden diary for years. There was only SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) giving me any hassle typing wise. So I got it done in a reasonable time. Pinterested some photos, emailed the link and posted the blog off.

Went on Facebooking catch-up. A tiny bit of gurgling from the innards started. Which by the time I had finished, turned into a full-blown demand for the Porcelain Throne. Off to the wet room.

I fear my timing was not up to scratch. After I’d got down, I realised this the moment I saw the black and red mini globes on the floor! Embarrassment-Mode-Engaged! The passing was painful, messy and stinky! The tank had to be hand-refilled a few times to rid the evacuated product from the bowl. The early-escapee bits had to be cleaned up. I washed the hands and checked around to make sure I’d not missed any of the ‘bits’.

Off to try making another brew of Thompsons Punjana this time. I got some leeks and mushrooms prepped and into the crock-pot on low heat.

The mushrooms didn’t get into the crock-pot; a mega-dropsy meant they were put in the waste bin. Tsk!

I took a shot of the view through the glass in the kitchen window. Not a very good effort, but I wasn’t too bothered, plenty more serious things to worry about.

Back onto the computer and started this blog going. I found this disinformational graph on the web. A comparison between two of the Covid vaccinations companies being used. Not that one has any choice in which to have, of course. Unless you have a Private Doctor. I’ve got an NHS doctor, who I did manage to talk to on the phone three months ago.

Sister Jane rang. Lovely to hear her, even though the phlegm-rising was back again. It was coming up after a few minutes of chinwag. By the time I’d apologised and rang off, and I’d got to the toilet, I flaked out.

Got a drink of water and just sat down for Gawd knows how long. Oh, dear!

Woke up feeling a bit groggy, shivering again.

I forced myself to make a small Chilli-Con-Carne meal. It didn’t taste right, but that’s the taste-buds for you. Not a lot, but I ate it all up. Washed the pots.

I Rang Sister Jane back, but I was only partially aware at the time.

Soon got down and started a routine of sleeping, waking, sweating, repeatedly shivering—a lousy night.

Bitter-Inchy, Tuesday 23rd February 2021, Sarcastic, anti-AstraZeneca Diary!

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Tuesday 23rd February 2021

Yoruba (Nigeria, Benin, and Togo): Ọjọ Tuesday 23rd Kínní 2021

01:20hrs: After managing to get my body to move for the first time in hours (mind you, I had to, to use the Porcelain Throne), I clambered my way painfully to the Throne Room.

I was well unwell, and the symptoms of the Covid-19 vaccinations remained as strong as ever on me? The rasping cough, sneezing bouts, muddled and befuddled brain, and the evacuations were still of the mostly yellow liquid with stringy lines of black and red liquid covered bobbles flowing into the bowl! A little bleeding and a lot of pain involved. Am I just unlucky or what? Silly question!

As I sat there, full of despair, I recalled bits of a repeating dream I’d had. But by the time I’d got the pen and pad I keep in there, most memories had disappeared into the ether. I remember I kept going into a store that sold model railways, and things began to shrink until I could no longer see or recognise what I was looking at? The chesty coughing with accompanying sneezing started again.

I recalled the nurse yesterday advising me to send an email with the details of how I’m not coping very well with the Covid jab reactions. It all feels so long ago now, during all I’d done was sit down and mope, fall asleep, dream, wake and mope, fall asleep… Life is not good! Clarity of thought no longer exists! Oh, I did try to eat something, but it was not very successful.

I took the morning medications, and sneezing and coughing once again, I made up the email to send to the surgery. I searched Mr Google, asking what news they had of reactions to the Covid vaccine details:

A load of cobblers that. If anything that others in the flats, and what the nurse told me about her patients (Including her Mother) are have been through! Which is similar to how I am at the moment.

I made up the email and sent it off. I don’t expect a reply. I just thought the surgery might be making real details of the various side-effects?

I began to update the Monday Diary. Got it finished in an amazingly swift time, due to the brilliant Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) both behaving so well towards me! Grrreat! I posted off the Diary, emailed the link, Pinterested a photo, and went on Facebooking catch-up.

At this point, it dawned on me that I’d only been to the Throne once up to now? An improvement, that is? Fingers crossed! But let’s not get too excited, though, Inchy!

I went on the WordPress Reader section. Then I had a look at the comments. A fair few in today, my concentration had moments of clarity with them in answering. Another possible good sign that the Covid Vaccine may be relenting a smidge?

I took a chance and made a brew of Glengettie Gold.

Another plus, the tea, as with everything I eat or drink, tasted all wrong to its characteristic flavour. But it was a little less acidy this time!

Then did the first (pre-dump) one of the Health Checks. The reliable old Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, shown another decent set of results. SYS at 149, DIA 74, and Pulse at 84bpm. Good enough for me!

The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer showed a healthy-looking in the green, 36.4°c-97.5°f.

Ah, back to the Porcelain Throne! A copy cat evacuation as the last one. Mostly yellow liquid with stringy lines of black and red liquid covered bobbles flowing into the bowl! But, no bleeding this time! I got washed and cleaned up; it needed a few flushes to clear things away.

I walked into the door frame, leaving the wet room, again banging where the vaccine had gone into the arm, and for the second time, there was very little pain? Peculiar, to say the least?

I got the kettle on to refresh the mug of Glengettie that had gone a little chilly and decided out of the blue to venture out into the balcony, determined to try and get a couple of decent photographs taken in the early morning dimness.

To say I was using the Canon, I was pretty pleased with them for once. This Canon does not do darkness very well at all usually. I had a lot of failures before I managed to get these two. Refreshed the mug and did another Post-Dump Health Checks.

The Sphygmomanometer gave another set of decent figures. SYS 151, DIA 69 and PULSE at only 79bpm! The Chinese made contactless thermometer, proffered up a reading of 36.8°c – 98.24°f, a little higher than an hour ago?

I made up two templates. Sorted them, in order with the others, and got the ablutions done. No doubt I’m beginning to feel in better shape this morning, now.

I enjoyed the ablutionalisationing today. The brain seemed to be working a little better as well. The teeth cleaning and nasal blow-out went well, only two dropsies!

The batteries died in the dab radio. I wasn’t surprised; the six AA batteries never last longer than 3 hours in total. The biggest con! I left it turned off.

The shaving, well, I must have looked a little battered and bloodied afterwards, but the three nicks were only superficial ones. Four dropsies. I meant to get a photo of the chin; it looked impressive, but I was keen to get under the shower and freshen up using the lemon shower gel, and plenty of it was used! One clout against the grab rail when I dropped the gel and bent down to retrieve it. Total dropsies in the shower, just two!

As I dried off, I saw how the legs were almost perfect! I can’t understand why this improvement in their conditions has occurred. The old ulcer wound still lingers and occasionally itches. It seems the Clopidogrel arks and lumps that they told me would be with me forever have all cleared up? The biggest surprise is the Thrombophlebitis DVT are also absent?

Harold’s Haemorrhoids needed some tender treatment. I had no doubt cheered myself up somehow. I got the medications done and got dressed.

Then I got a few waste bags collated, and into the trolley box, and off to the waste chute and down the tube with them. I had just one box of recyclables and took that down in the lift to the green bin outside.

I had my first human contact for many days, other than medical personnel, and had a natter with Robert, the caretaker. I decided to have a hobble up Chestnut Walk to Winwood Court and call in see how the ILC’s were doing. I needed a bit of exercise.

I met with Penny, who was going to the bus stop en route. We had a laugh together. The Wardens were busy, said hello and wandered back to the flats. I was so annoyed with myself for forgetting to take the camera with me, Grrr!

I missed taking a shot of a murder of crows! I got back in the apartment and decided to take a couple of photos from the balcony in the daylight.

As bright as the sky was, the ground looked in shadows?

Then, made some spring water bottles up and added a splash of orange cordial and Jif lemon to them for drinking later on. I still think it’s a good idea to drink more yet.

I went on Amazon to see if I could get a Morrison order in. Bit of luck there, I got one in for today (11:20hrs) twixt    2:00 PM > 4:00PM.

Nice!

Unfortunately, I also got an email from the Email. About the failure to deliver the message I’d sent to the Doctors surgery about the Covid Vaccination problems! Humph! I’m all confused again!

How disappointing.

So, I tried ringing the surgery. A long recorded message was played, of which I could only hear bits and pieces of. It went to ringing, then another recorded message, ‘We are currently experiencing a high volume of calls…’ I rang off and gave up.

So, there is no way to talk to the Doctor and or inform her of the AstraZeneca side effects suffered, as the Nurse recommended me to. Just my luck to get the vaccine that is the worst one, the cheapest, and the one with the most side-effects! Remember folks, if you can, try to avoid this wicked, sick-making, Astra-Seneca crap, please do!

I searched the Government sight for assistance and found this significant bit of advice!

Hahahaha! Ask your doctor for advice? Great balls of uselessness! Not a cat in hells chance! I’ve been trying all day… Get in touch with your doctor? I’ve more chance of solving the World-Wide Hum while I’m on the Porcelain Throne there, thanks to the Astra-Seneca vaccine for the fifth time today!

So, I tried ringing the surgery. A long recorded message was played, of which I could only hear bits and pieces of. It went to ringing, then another recorded message, ‘We are currently experiencing a high volume of calls…’ I rang off and gave up.

But it doesn’t bother me, oh, no! I don’t mind snuffing it early, thanks to the WHO, who said it had approved the vaccine produced by AstraZeneca-SKBio from South Korea and the Serum Institute of India.

Then I got a letter from the Government: Extending my lockdown to the 31st of March 2021. Oh, lucky me!

The New York Times said: After Admitting Mistakes, AstraZeneca Faces Difficult Questions About Its Vaccine. Some trial participants only got a partial dose of AstraZeneca’s vaccine. Experts said the company’s spotty disclosures have eroded confidence.

The announcement weeks ago that a cheap, easy-to-make coronavirus vaccine appeared to be up to 90% effective was greeted with jubilation. “Get yourself a Vaccarino,” a British tabloid celebrated, noting that the vaccine, developed by AstraZeneca and the University of Oxford, costs less than a cup of coffee.

But since unveiling the preliminary results, AstraZeneca has acknowledged a critical mistake in the vaccine dosage received by some study participants, adding questions about whether the vaccine’s apparently spectacular efficacy will hold up under additional testing.

The UK is believed to have spent between £24 and £28 per dose on the Moderna jab, the Daily Mail reports. According to the BBC, while the Pfizer/BioNTech jab has a price tag of around £15, Oxford/AstraZeneca vaccine cost the government around £3 per thrust. So, I’ve also been vaccinated by the cheapest one available? It’s marvellous being so cared-about, innit?

But it doesn’t bother me, oh, no! I don’t mind snuffing it early, thanks to the WHO, who said it had approved the vaccine produced by AstraZeneca-SKBio from South Korea and the Serum Institute of India. I couldn’t give a fig now. Why bother?

I can’t get in touch with my doctor by email or phone. Professionals are telling me I must report the side effects to my Doctor… Glogknobbles! Mission Impossible! I’m fed-up!

I had a look to see if any comments had come in. Nope, not a one! Tsk!

The Morrison delivery tracker came available, and the shopper had one delivery; the next was mine. The chap arrived, but what he was saying on the intercom was impossible for me to understand. I opened the door, but he would not come in? I had to go down to meet him. That didn’t do me much good. Back up in the lift with him,  reluctantly, he wanted to leave the bags in the elevator, and he took my age etc., in the cage.

At last, he recognised I was struggling and brought them to the door for me, and off he trotted. Which was nice of the lad.

I was ell weary now. But, I was determined to get a meal of some sort.

I opted for Barbeque flavoured mackerel, surimi sticks, tomatoes, garden peas, wholemeal bread thins, and some misshaped cream eclairs for afters. The after-effects from the AstraZeneca vaccine meant things didn’t taste as normal by a long way yet, but a 6.5/10 for taste was given.

It went down alright; the sauce was a little hot, but that was okay, it helped to get some flavour through to the taste buds.

My hatred for being given this AstraZeneca vaccine, and the thought of having the second needle-full, depresses and scares me. As does my inability to report the effects to the Doctor.

My mind is still not right,

I’m in a terrible plight,

I’m losing the fight,

My sanity just might,

Be disappearing from sight,

My logicality is very slight,

Depression is at its height,

AstraZeneca vaccine; is my deadly Kryptonite!

Good night!

Innuendo-Inchy Saturday 20th February 2010 Diary

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Saturday 20th February 2010

Croatian: Subota 20 Veljače 2010

21:30hrs: I burst awake, confused, needing a wee-wee, and coughing. With new bother at all, I was up, caught my balance, had a weak, unwilling wee-wee, and heard the noise from above again, like a humming motor. The World Wide ‘Hum’ was heard as well.

A bit of shivering, and I put on a thick jumper. Remembering the Community Nurse was due this coming morning.

I got the things washed up from last night’s Chilli-Con-Carne feast. I’m sure I could still taste it, Gorgeous! 

I got the pre-dump Health Checks done. The Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, had good results for once. SYS 144, DIA 70, and the PULSE 84bpm. Looking good again! The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, proffered a 36.8°c – 98.24°f temperature. Still a smidge high.

Aha, summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, at last! I thought to myself, this is going to be interesting. And it was!

I got settled on the throne, and a day or so later (Hehehe!), the action started. Slow, drawn-out, Agony! I really thought that something was going to burst open… by the time the almost black, lumpy mini-torpedos had well-filled the porcelain bowl, I was ready to go back to bed… shattered! Done in!

But the cistern failed to clear things after three attempts. A couple more hand-refilling of the tank, and all was cleared. A few tiny spots of blood, but nowt to fret about: at least it wasn’t a messy affair. I medicated the rear end, using the Germoloid ointment, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids calmed down. Saccades-Sandra was playing up a bit. I prayed she was not going to be persistent.

I got the computer on and updated and finalised the Friday blog. Got it sent off to WordPress. The stomach has stopped rumbling. I emailed the link. Pinterested a few snaps. Then went on the WordPress Reader section. Not a lot on it again today. Went on Facebooking catch-up.

I got the handwashing rearranged and onto the curtain rail above the wall heater. To dry off. The made in Myanmar (Burmese), maroon and blue zip-up jackets, and the light purple Afganistan thermal jumper were done.

I carried out the post-dump Health Checks.

The Boot’s Sphygmomanometer readings ere much the same as the earlier check. The PULSE had risen just a bit.

The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd. contactless thermometer reading was a smidge higher, too. 37.1°c – 98.78°f – which might be a little high.

I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea and started a fresh bottle of Sterilised milk from the fridge. Not being one averse to Accifauxpas, I decided to cut my finger on the peel-off aluminium milk bottle cap. Well, it keeps things interesting, dunnit?

I had a look at the WP comments and replied to them. Hello, the innards are kicking off… Oh, dearie me! Off to get the ablutions seen to. Too early to use the shower. Just in case it disturbs anyone kipping.

If nowt else, it were a different-mode style today. Got the teeth done, but it annoyed Toothache Terence a bit. Denasaled, and put the eye drops in… well, some of them. The shaving caused a few little nicks and about half-a-dozen dropsies.

The pins seem to have lost a lot of fluid—the skin paler than never.

The medicationalisationing was messy; poor Harold’s Haemorrhoids were stinging a bit. And, the old ankle ulcer scar was tingling under the skin? Another good thing, Little Inchies fungal lesion has not bled for weeks now! Of course, now I’ve gone and opened my runaway gob, anything can happen!

Leaving the wet room, clouted my right shoulder against the door frame. Tsk!

I got the job done pretty quickly, which gave me time to get some more handwashing done: the Indian long sleeves t-shirt, the lounge pants and a pair of socks. Al done, wrung and hung to dry.

I made a brew of Glengettie Gold – the tea is still not tasting like normal. I tried the full milk to see if it makes any difference, but it didn’t. For some reason, the Thompsons Punjana brews are the worst of the three yet usually delight to drink?

I went on the balcony and tried to take some decent shots of Chestnut Walk below. This is the only one of the five taken that was not too bad. The Canon camera just doesn’t like being used in the dark. I might try with the sometimes working – others not, Kodak camera the next time. I wonder where I left it?

I went on CorelDraw to make some graphics.

Struggling to stay awake now. Community Nurses could be coming anytime over the next three hours. Dare not take the rubbish out and miss their arrival. Must try to keep awake.

The ladies arrived and set about investigating and vaccinating me. Bade them farewell, and all I wanted to do was sleep. So down in the chair, and was soon in the land of nod…

The landline chirped into life to disturb my rest. The Pharmacy asked how many doses I had left, told them, and said he’s delivery the prescriptions. I fell asleep again…

The landline chirped and flashed again, A reminder that the Warfarin blood test will be in the morning.

Fell asleep again, and the intercom announced the arrival of the prescriptions. I left them in the hall and climbed back into the recliner – and nodded of with no bother… for ‘Fifteen Hours!’ Is there an opiate, narcotic or anodyne in the Vaccine? Hehehe!

 

Incautious-Inchy – Friday 19th February 2021 Diary

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Friday 19th February 2021

Samoan: Aso Faraile 19 Fepuari 2021

23:25hrs: Woke with a start, in need of a wee-wee. I disentangle my overly-stomached body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, eyesore of a horrendously-grungy coloured, haemorrhoid-testing, unfit-for-use recliner, and caught my balance. A few hobbles to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) and, I was somewhat disappointed in the reluctant trickle that followed.

My head seemed clearer this morning; the vagueness of the last few days seemed to be lessening? We’ll see! I made a brew of Glengettie Gold, but the taste-buds tasted only acidy, metallic flavour, eurgh! I’ll stick with the spring water, methinks.

Despite the best efforts of SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) and SS (Saccades Sandra), I pressed on and got the updating of the Thursday diary completed. I long, a mistake-ridden affair that took too long, with the ever-correcting. Posted it off to WordPress. Pinterested two snaps, Emailed the link, and I went on Facebooking catch-up.

Had a go on the WordPress Reader section. I’m not sure if they have problems with it, but only a handful of new posts showed up?

I did the Pre-Dump Health Checks. The Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, gave up some amazing results. SYS at 137, the lowest it’s been for many a month, DIA at 67 and PULSE at a nice low reading of 80 bpm!

The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer result, cheered my up no-end! 33.1°c – 91.58°f… Grrreat! At the back of my mind, there was hope that the virus is improving? The dry sore-throat remains, as does the cough, but not as bad as it was. Fingers crossed!

Pondering whether to have a mug of Glengettie or not, I had a pica craving. I decided to have a mug of the Glengettie and eat a sour iced-sucker with it… I know; I’ve no idea where the allotriophagy came from, either. But the lolly affected the flavour of the tea, and it was well passable? Not so acidy or metallic tasting when eating the sucker with it.

Then, I got the urge to do the handwashing. Just the maroon Pakistani made Cedar Wood Hollow-out Round Neck thermal Sweater. I got washed, rinsed, fabric softened and hung above the sink.

I used the new substituted from Iceland, fabric conditioner. Very costly, too. According to the label: Comfort Creations, blended by perfume experts! Honeysuckle & Sandalwood. Super-Concentrated. I  thought it was time for a bit of well-intended, advice-giving…

This crap but expensive fabric conditioner stinks awful! Like when one walked through a ladies perfume stand in a shop. Sweet and sickly!

The bombilation from the ‘Hum’ began to get louder, and I think there was machine-made noise coming from above as well.

There has been no gurglings or signs of life from the innards at all this morning? Most different? Then as I was cleaning up from the washing mess I’m made, I had to make my way to the Porcelain Throne in some haste, all to no avail!

CW05Again, I felt the sensation that a few pounds of compacted-product wanted to be released, but the innards clung-on to it like glue! I had a go at the crossword in the hope things may activate – they didn’t. Mind you, I did get two answers to the puzzle!

I carried out the Post-Dump Health Checks.

The Sphygmomanometer showed: SYS 145, DIA 69 and PULSE 84, noting to worry about there.

The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, had shot up from earlier. 36.5°c – 97.7°f. Quite a jump?

I made a start on this diary. Then went onto CorelDraw to do a couple of graphics for later use.

Then I got the ablutioning sorted out. And jolly fine it went, too! The teeth-cleaning two dropsies, but otherwise, it was problemless! Oh, yes!

The shaving had a few more dropsies but no hassle in retrieving the razors. One, I say, one tiny nick only!

The showering had a couple of losses balance and one dizzy spell. No bangs, toe-stubbing or walking into anything at all!

The medicating went well, although I did get an attack of the dropsies doing it. The olive oil bottle, the Germoloid and the Cortisone cream (twice) tubes. Both nasal clearing sprays as well. But on the bright side, Harold’s Haemorrhoids were as good as gold! I dropped the Brute spray and putting on the new PPs.

I found out how easy the Morrison ones are to split and tear! Hehehe! Not a bad session compared to some I’ve had. I got dressed easily enough.

Came out and made a brew, then called Deana to ask her to phone the chemist for me; I’ve only a few days of prescriptions left.

Answer phone, so I assume the gal is busy. I meant to ask her yesterday, but I forgot all about it. I tried twice more during the day, without any luck. I may have to bother and ask Jenny to help me again and give the chemist a ring about my prescriptions.

I know what you are thinking, how can such a young, fit, healthy, keen, alert, intelligent, distinguished, well-educated youthful, cherished person like me forget anything. Ahem!

But, I did remember to see if any Sainsbury delivery slots were available. No morning slots and only one day-time spot was available.  For next Friday 26th February, at 16:00>17:00hrs. Not so bad, just a week to wait. So, I made the order and sent it off.

The tea had gone cold, so I went to make another brew, not that it stated ‘right’ yet, but it is a little less irony tasting.

I had a look at the comments that had come in. And flaked…

I got the Chilli-Con-Carni made up and coked slowly… mainly because I was stirring away and taking nibbles of the American vegetarian chilli on and off, for an hour, then realised I’d not turned the cooker power on!

What a plonka!

Some milk toll bread to soak up the amazing flavoured gravy. I’d added some veg and meat Oxo to it and a few extra black beans. Flavour Rating: 9/10! The pot of jelly and custard went down well, too.

Grrreat!

Sweet Morpheus welcomed me, even though I wanted to stay awake long enough to watch ‘Tales of the Unexpected’.

No chance! The bliss enveloped me as the programme started, and I stayed in the land of nod for three hours – but sprang awake as the landline flashed.

The Community Nursing lady confirmed that they will be coming Saturday for the Covid and Monday to do the Warfarin blood testing.

Sleep was no longer an option; I was wide-awake. Thoughts-Storming away and coughing a bit.

Hey-Ho!

Inchies Inkles – Thursday 18th February 2021, Diary


INCHCOCK TODAY

Thursday 18th February 2021

Spanish: Jueves 18 de Febrero de 2021

03:25hrs: Slowly, the brain came into force, and I realised I’d just slept for Seven-Hours! Grrreat! It’s been months since I’ve had such a long kip!

I rose from the recliner, caught my balance with relative ease, and used the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), taking a UTD (Unwilling-Trickling-Dribbling) variety, with tons of CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribble) to round off the session.

I put the kettle on and got the first of the Health Checks done. The Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, showed a pleasing SYS of 142, Dia 72, and PULSE of 89bpm.

The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, gave a result in the green of 36.6°c – 97.88°f. Not bad.

I made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and it tasted a little more like usual, so the taste-buds might be getting back to normalish?

Started the updating of the Wednesday blog, which for some reason I’d missed making reminder notes for, so it was a bit hit and miss, factually. Got it completed and sent off to WordPress. Pinterested a few snaps. Emailed the link. Checked the email in-box and found that Iceland, were back to missing items and substituting again! So, that’s Morrisons, and Sainsbury’s and now Iceland, who seem to be short of fabric conditioner?

The delivery might arrive anytime now, so I went on Facebooking while I awaited the food to arrive. Went to check the door, yet another letter arrived re-the Covid Vaccination having to be booked. The head spins each time I get one with different or opposite instructions!

The Iceland man rang the intercom. Dropped the stuff through the door for me and got a can of Pimms in thanks and appreciation from me. I got the bits through to the kitchen and opened and stored the contents.

I struggled to make room to get the bread in the freezer, but I managed it after some rigmarole and rearranging. I now have three loaves of Milk, Roll bread, and a bread thins in the freezer, just if I have difficulties getting any more, as I did last week.

I made a start on this post. I need to get the waste bags away at 08:00hrs. Less chance of contact with anyone, and we can’t do it earlier, the rubbish’s noise going down the chute disturb’s folks. I took this photo from inside the balcony; I didn’t want to risk letting in the cold by opening the windows.

I got the bags in the box, added the recycling one last, and off to the waste chute.

Did some more updating, and then the witching hour arrived, so I could take the rubbish away.

I took the walker and waste out through the lobby and into the lift lobby. All was quiet on the Western front. I couldn’t even hear the ‘Hum’ in the lobby? Eerie! 

I got to the waste-room door, and I faffed about a bit, getting the trolley-guide inside the room. My coordination seemed to be going to pot? This I put down to the Peripheral Neuropathy. When I was typing, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were on and off all the time; I think I may be in for some SSS and even an involuntary right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance later on. No specific reason for thinking this, just that its happened like this before.

On the way back, the wall with the Art Deco paintwork grew on me. I like it more and more.

I bumbled my way back into the flat. My spacial judgement is still not good. I had a twinge of muscle contractions and thought it might be a good idea to make up some of the spring water concoctions and make sure I drank as much as possible to give me a chance of avoiding the sleep-taking Colin Cramps when he visits tonight.

I made up two 2-litre bottles of spring water, with added orange cordial—one for tonight and the other during the day. I must do anything I can, being in my condition. Hehe!

I finally got around to visiting the WordPress Reader section. I had a look at the YourArea local Emag.

At first glance, the Covid-19 figures seem confusing, to me, anyway. I eventually worked out the problem. The top left was accumulative for the last 7 days, bottom left for Nottinghamshire. The right one is accumulative. I got there, eventually. Hehe! 

I got on with creating some graphics for the future templates on CorelDraw. Then at long last, I used the Porcelain Throne! A Constipation Konrad grind! But not messy.

I carried out the Post-Dump Health Checks. The only thing of any concern was the Body temperature that had gone up a fair bit yet again; 38.5 °c –  101.3°f. Far too high!

I had a cuppa and some lemon wafers and took a photograph through the balcony windows of the bleak wintery weather.

Deana called, a quick check, she wisely didn’t come in the flat, spoke from the doorway, bless her.

The early weariness dawned; I was so tired that having anything to eat was out the question. I got settled and put the TV on, ‘Tales of the unexpected’, two half-hour shows. These take me back to happy times when I didn’t need to wear an adult size nappy. Hehehe! I found enthusiasm for watching a programme at last. Headphone on, I began to enjoy the first one…

The landline burst forth and flashed. It was someone from the Covid Vaccination people. I explained about my possibly having Covid-19, so am isolating as told to. He said he’d ting back in two weeks.

Missed a lot of programmes plot, but returned to watch it. The telephone chirped and flashed again five minutes later. It was a lady from the Community Nursing Unit. She arranged for someone to come and test me on Saturday twixt 10:00 > 14:30hrs.

Back to the TV. Once more, the landline activated. Someone asking ho I was coping? They did not answer when I asked who they were? I rang off.

It didn’t take too long for me to nod-off. A decent four-hour kip before I sprang awake in need of a wee-wee. Stayed up.

Inept Inchie – Wednesday 17th February 2021 Diary

TFZer Prizegiving Ball – Damned Covid-19! Hehe!


INCHCOCK TODAY

Wednesday 17th February 2021

Italiano: Martedì 17 Febbraio 2021

Been up all night, since giving up on my attempts at getting some sleep: Colin Cramps, Coughing, Shivering and Thought Storms put an end to the search for Sweet Morpheus.

I had a wee-wee, then got another bottle of spring water, the throat was dry and sore. I think te taste-buds have gone on strike again. The brew of Glengettie was undrinkable. An irony taste, and despite not having a meal yesterday, I had no desire for food.

I went to empty, clean and sanitize the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), and found a letter had been posted. It was from Matt Hancock, Secretary of State for Health and Social Care, re the new Coronavirus, can and can’t do details and instructions. Telling me to continue to stay at home in lockdown, until 31st March 2021.

Fancy that!

I cleaned the bucket and returned it to near the computer for later use. Then got the Pre-Dump (Thanks to Tim Price for this terminology, Hehe!), got the Health Checks done. Gotten Himmel! What a change again. The SYS had gone down to 121. Never been lower. DIA 68. and PULSE at only 80. The Chinese (Hong Kong) made, by, Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, was in the green again, with 36.8°c-98.24°f, might be smidge high, but much lower than the last two readings taken.

I started and persevered with the updating of the Tuesday blog. The ailments were being kind to me, just a lack of concentration delayed me to start with. Then Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters started to become intermittent, and I lost a lot of time, forever making errors and correcting things.

Got it finished, had an SP wee-wee (Short-Powerfull) type, which had a long, frustrating PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) follow-on. Posted off the diary, emailed the link, and viewed and read the WordPress reader section. Facebooking, then I pondered on whether to make a brew or not… but the irony taste in the throat was still there.

The dreaded ‘Hum’, suddenly became much louder. How the poor devils with good hearing can cope with it, I don’t know.

I went on CorelDraw to do some graphic catching-up. Within a few seconds, the innards tightened, no gurgling, just a stabbing pain.

So, off to the Porcelain Throne, I hobbled. Nothing happened! I was sat sitting there, praying that Constipation Konrad would be kinder this time to me this time… but other than a little wind, that actually hurt when it escaped, the crammed-full innards contents refused to budge! Tsk! 

I gave up and went to get the 2nd Health Checks done. Cor blimus! The SYS had gone down even further, to 112, now!?!?! DIA down to 64, and the PULSE 84.

The body temperature on the reliable Chinese (Hong Kong), made by, Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, was in the RED now! 37.7°c – 99.86°f! This has been up and down now, for weeks, since I caught this cold, or whatever it is. According to Mr Google, this morning I’ve got hypotension and hypertension at the same time?

I still don’t fancy a brew, so onto CorelDraw to do some graphic catching-up.

Many hours later, I’d managed to cobble-together about six graphics, two TFZ and four ‘Thoughts’. Now to get the templates started. I scanned the YourAream Emagazine for owt of interest. The Covid-19 latest figures. Mapperley and Gedling are introducing Covid Marshals on the streets, to check that people are wearing their facemasks when shopping!

On with the templating. A slow, slog, many slip-ups, silly errors made, and no wee-weeing at all! Failing at both ends in the evacuation stakes – No wonder, the innards are giving me some stick. The chances are as the pressure increased, I’ll likely explode of summat. Hahaha!

I replied to some emails… had a rare wee-wee, of the SSPV (Short-Sharp-Painful-Variety), no pre or post dribbling. But I noticed that the colour was that of the unhealthy number-four option on the NHS record card. ‘Dehydrated’.

Off I poddled to get the ablutions seen to. Started earlier today, so I can take my time and make sure the wall heater is on first and the room snugly warm – I don’t want the shivering to start again. I remember how damned cold it was in there yesterday, and the sweating warm started, and it toyed with me for the rest of the day, must avoid that, if I can. Got the heater on, and did the handwashing, all done, rinsed, wrung and hung above the sink, back to the wet-room. The Hum suddenly came much loader for some reason. So loud!

The ablutions were done, and some concerning, but not a lot, discoveries were made. The old heart op scars had become very vivid. Arthur Itis and particularly Cathy Cartilage knees were looking a bit tattered and battered?

I dropped both razors at the same time. No mean fete! And I was annoyed at myself and shot down a little too quickly to retrieve them. I went over and hit my cheek against the deadly unused sock-glide! A conclamation of inner voices burst forth… Idiot, Pillock, Pratt, and much worse curses flowed. Getting back up was a challenge and a half!

On all fours to the shower chair, and somehow or other I manipulated my onerously over-bellied body back up onto the now oh, so painful knees and legs. Got the job finished, between even more swearing and self-loathing comments uttered. By the time I’d failed again to pass anything on the Porcelain Throne (Somethings got to give soon?), I was a physical wreck. Hehehe!

I made an order for Iceland, due in the morning twixt 06>08:00hrs. I phone Deana, and Sister Jane phoned me. Can’t remember much of either call, sorry.

I spent hours and hours on Template making and graphics, proper industrious I was!

It took a lot of effort on the part of my poor old confused brain, and lots of mind-rubbish was desarcinated and deracinated along the way. Which eventually was too much, and the Template making had to stop, just too many thought-Storms were being prompted – Most of self-disgust and personal shame, past and present.

I got the made in Myanmar (Burmese), maroon zip-up jacket hand-washed, done, rinsed, freshened, and hung to dry above the kitchen sink.

I took this photograph of the Chestnut Walk car park from the kitchenette window. And felt the need to settle and try to unwind a little.

But, first, something to eat had to be arranged.

A canned chilli, with tinned potatoes, seemed an easy option, and it was, too.

After eating, I ate most of it, I planned to get the pots washed, sit quietly for an hour or so, and see how I felt. Which I did

Boy, oh, boy… I drifted off into the sweet land of nod in no time… waking up… ready for this? Seven hours later! The body must have been ready for this marathon?