00:30hrs: I stirred and passed wind, the gurgling, bubbling and churning from the innards, convinced me to rise and get to the Porcelain Throne with some haste.
As I freed my massively flobby-framed body from the £300, second -hand, c1968, sickeningly-beige coloured recliner and rose onto my feet, it dawned on me: “Aha! The Arthur Itis sharp digging pains from yesterday were no longer there! This is the second time this has happened. Why I have not the foggiest. Same as the first time, I was virtually crippled for a few hours, then it slowly eased off, and things have returned back to normal, still hurting of course, but not debilitating any longer. Oche, I’m baffled!
The visit to the wet room proved a total failure, despite the gurgling from within, and escapages of wind, there was no movement whatsoever. Still, I got a couple of answers on the crossword done. Haha!
And got a shot of the pins. A few new Clopidogrel lesions, the knee-lumps and veins were showing far less, and a lot more colour tone to the skin. I reckon the Bamboo socks are helping things improve. And, I had remembered as ordered, to take the socks off at night for sleeping duties.
Some new lesions that had been bleeding were feeling a little bit tender to the touch. I’ll mention it to Dr Vindla when I get to the surgery.
Ah, well, I anticipate, and my EQ advises me that the test results will be likely to show a new Inchcock ailment.
Off to the kitchen, got the kettle on and sorted out the hanging to dry washing. I did note that the shirts seemed to have regained some of their original colour, (All bar the expensive brown thin one, that changed to green!) which initially baffled me a bit. Then I recalled that I’d used the Woolite liquid I bought so cheaply from the Bargain Shop.
A glance at the bottle labels, and I noted it claimed to Revive Colours of darks. Blimey, a product claim that is true and works! Well, I never! I bet when I can get back to the store to get some more, it’ll have sold out! It’s bound to, my luck ain’t that good! Hahaha!
As I took the tea back to the computer, I saw that I had gained some more bruises on the arm this time. What causes this, which of the ailments are to blame is another mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, illusions, delusions, and hallucinations, rife. Amongst my vague, palaverous, chimerical, inconsequential, torturous fight for existence! Back to the bruising. I looked up what might cause them: Medications that cause easy bruising, include Warfarin, Thrombosis, and Clopidogrel; Huh! I’ve got ’em all! So it should be expected to bruise easily. Which I do. There you are, at last, I’ve found something I’m good at! Gasconade Moment Enjoyed!
I had to try and sort out the broken mixed up medications in the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA supplied blister pack. But I’m not sure that I got it right with the beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate), with the tablets all mixed up in the damaged Pill-pack?
Made a brew, and took some leaflets back to the computer with me. In a vain hope to get some clues as to which tablet is which.
The wee-wees today were all of the annoying, flipping INHBBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Barely-Trickling) mode, and pretty frequent.
The non-activity from the rear-end, might be partly through my having tried the Halloumi Fries, from Iceland last night? They were not cheap at £3 for 190g, but something told me they might taste good, and they did! According to the label, the only content was Halloumi Cheese? I looked it up and found it contains cow’s, goat and sheep’s milk. Originated in Cyprus. I enjoyed the taste, but not enough to pay through the nose for it. So, I shan’t try them again… Unless maybe I find some cheaper to try somewhere other than Iceland.
I got the computer going at last, and did some graphics on CorelDraw for page toppers, then made a start on this blog. Forgetting all about not having updated yesterdays yet. There are times when I worry about myself. Humph!
As I went to get some mushrooms and leeks into the crock-pot ready to put on when I go out later, Toothache Tim and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley both kicked off! I put some light soy sauce and red sea salt in with the food – now all I have to dop is remember to put in on a low-setting, and turn on the pot as I leave the flat. Are you offering any odds on my not forgetting?
I began to update the Inchcock Today for Tuesday. I gorrit done in a rush and tended to the ablutions. Can’t be late for the Doctors, Nurses, Dentists and Key Fob updating Wallahs, can I?
I got readied, and double, treble checked the state of the flat, and that I had everything needed, and departed.
I’ll be back much later on… TTFN. I’m back, and it’s tomorrow morning, as I try to catch up with the updating of this blog. (Who said retirement is boring? – Hahaha!)
I set out, intending to drop off the waste bags down the waste chute, but could not get through the workings tools spread in the lobby, to get there. Then I realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Back to the flat to collect them, and when got back to the lobby, the chaps were again working. They kindly took the bags off of me and dealt with them. That was kind of the lads.
Down in the lift and walked along Chestnut Way, no raining, and it didn’t feel too cold, by the time I got to the end of the road and turned down Winchester Street, the pavement was again blocked by vehicles. So, more of the risky, life-threatening as I had to go on the road to get by. Harumph!
Once I got half-way down the main road, I stopped to put my woolly gloves on. My fingers and hands were white, and oh, so cold? Yet the rest of my flobby-bellied, overweight, tubby body, didn’t feel cold at all?
My hobble along Mansfield Road to the surgery was relatively pain-free. No Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Back-Pain-Brenda, Anne Gyna, Hernia Henry, Reflux Roger or Toothache Tim bothered me at all. Confusing, but then again, how often does this happen to others as they eventually get an appointment to see their Doctor? Hehe!
I walked along the abandoned, gone-boke shops along Mansfield Road
I avoided the leaking underground sewer pool, near the giant ash-tray, Mansfield Road.
The traffic was struggling.
I got inside and went to reported to the Oberstgruppenführeress receptionist. They are all nice gals really. One of them signalled me to sit down before I could log in, another nice gesture! I got seated, but Arthur Itis was not keen on the idea. I felt a right fool taking so long to just sit down, the looks from the other waiting patients, were varied. I got out the crossword book and was soon deep in concentration, mainly cause I got a couple of answers.
Doctor Vindla came out to collect me, but I didn’t hear her at first, and she made me jump when she tapped me on the shoulder. More odd looks were spotted on the faces of the other patients, as I struggled up on my feet.
I knew from the look on her face, that the test results were not going to be good. I took the opportunity to mention the lesions on the leg. She assured me, despite my telling her I haven’t had a fall in days, and am sure I have not been scratching at the legs (I can’t even reach them to do that! – ah, maybe in my sleep?), that I had been scratching at the legs? She then informed me of the Diabetic ailment I’d acquired. Well, no, not that, but Prediabetic. I was to go and see the nurse, who will go through what needs to be done and take some more blood for further tests. I thanked her and she walked me out to the Nurses treatment room to await being summoned.
I made the mistake of thinking it might take a while and sat down to do the crossword puzzle. But it was only a couple of minutes and the most gorgeous site appeared! ‘Nurse Nichole!’ Wonderful, gladdening and uplifting! I’ve not seen her for months!
In her room, and she was going to take the INR Warfarin blood; until I explained that the beautiful Nurse Christina had taken it yesterday. She then got my permission (and thanks for) to forward my details to the Nottingham City Diabetes Services, who’s service includes: Telephone education, advice and support to both patients and healthcare professionals; emotional and psychological support; structured education programmes (both group and one to one sessions); continuous blood glucose monitoring; foot assessment; care-planning and insulin initiation and management. (I looked that up later) They will contact me to arrange an appointment, and put me on a weekly ‘training’ course, locally, for 19 weeks.
We had a little natter and laugh about other things. And off I poddled, dropping some nibble off at the reception, and out into the cold sunlight.
I limped slowly, deep in thought, then along to the Lidl Store. Not many customers about this morning. I got inside and had a meander around, looking for bargains or some tasty-looking treats. I resisted the temptation of looking at the cream cakes, for those are a definite no-no from now on, I think.
I got to the self-serve checkouts and bought: Puff pastries, caramelised onion chutney, Skipjack tuna in brine, anchovies, parsnips, cooked meats, tomatoes and Amaretti biscuits. The latter being a nibble-pressie for the Sturmscharführeress ILC wardens back at Winwood Heights.
I was not worried about the new ailment and thought of a new name for it. I came up with Diabetic Doreen or hopefully, Prediabetes Petunia! Hehehe! An interesting look-up on Prediabetes: This site gives menus for what you should be eating. A possibility of adiaphorous happenings if I eat any of these! I can see I’ll be popular in the training course. Tsk!
However, it has kale, cauliflower, avocado, broccoli, spinach, brussels sprouts, eggplant, zucchini, or bell peppers on every recipe. All of which I have been told not to eat, due to my varied range of other ailments! Oh, dearie me! Now I’ve depressed myself!
I caught a bus back to Sherwood, and took some shots of the Charity shops on Mansfield Road, there was plenty to choose from.
Oxfam and Mind
Crossed over the road and made my way up to the L9 bus stop. Where I was greatly cheered to see Margaret and Doris amongst others, sat there at the shelter. I mentioned the diagnosis. Someone said: “Your not the luckiest of buggers are you?” Nayer a truer word spoken mate! Margaret, with her deadpan delivery, soon had me laughing as we nattered on. Bless her!
We arrived back at the flats, and I remembered about the key-fob having to be re-set, in the large social room. I thought I’d enter via Winwood Court lobby and drop off the Amaretto nibbles, then walk through to get the fob sorted. As I passed the front of the building, Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and desk-top dancer Julie opened the fire door to remind me to get the key-fob done.
I got in and dropped the biscuits off in the Wardens Interrogation and body-search office, and into the big social room.
The fob was soon done, then I made my way back to the flat through the link-passageway. During which, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley enjoyed herself with a rather intense bit of quagswagging.Not for long, though. I got to the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby, and into the cage, and up to the flat, without seeing anyone whatsoever.
The first job, I got some parsnips chopped and in the pan simmering with some sea-salt.
A brief visit from both Shirley and Dennis had me shaking and wobbling a bit, but once again, it was only for a matter of a minute or so.
Put away the purchasers, and I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.
Then got the nosh served up, washed the pots first, before settling down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, Charity shop-bought, rickety recliner to die! That was a bad misspelling! I meant, to dine! Hahaha!
Note the lack of chips, fries or potatoes on the plate? I’ve got loads of them still in the freezer, though. I hate the thought of giving them away, just in case I weaken at a later date! (Coy cynical laugh) Maybe, perhaps, possibly, if I just have chips or potatoes twice a week? Oh. dear! I’m dithering even more than usual over this! A taste rating of 6.5/10 given for this meal.
I got the TV on, but I nodded off before the programme I wanted to watch came on.
An hour or so later I sprang awake. The dentist, I forgot the Dentist again! Self-loathing, total disgust and despair grew!
I lay there, spitting insults with hatred and venom at myself, for I don’t know how long. Farmisht and ferdrayt at my own stupidity! I genuinely feared for my future saneness, rationality, stability and capableness. The lousy mind-boggling Thought-Storming started. No rest, peace of mind, and no sleep for yonks, either!
01:20hrs: I think I’d woken, fell out of the recliner, got my walking stick, and was on my way to the Porcelain Throne before the brain engaged? There I was, sat on the seat, wondering how I got there?
Yuk! The movement flowed, stutteringly, I think that’s the right word. Being an algophilist, I almost welcomed the otalgia that kicked off in the left earhole! It distracted me from the totally antipodal evacuation I was going through. The Senna (it seemed) was suddenly working, and boy did it! The complete reversal had given me a messy, sticky, pongy and smeared with specks of blood experience. Sounds awful, doesn’t it? The innards churned and ached for the whole lengthy, stop-start process. I actually felt a bit weak when it was all over. No more Sennas or Movicol needed today then! I cleaned up the right extensive mess, on me first, then the porcelain. Medicated certain areas. Changed into new PPs, and noticed the stomach had not calmed down at all. I might be in for another visit shortly, methinks? Huh!
I made my way to the kitchen, got the kettle on, and was reminded of last nights Accifauxpas when I spotted a sole chip that I’d missed in cleaning up the one’s I’d dropped. Courtesy of Dizzy Dennis and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter failure. Oddly, I felt a little down remembering this incident, why when so many happen, I don’t know? But there you go. I just thought I’d say so. Hoho! (I might be losing it again here?)
Sorting out the medications was a right hit & miss affair. The Pillmate pots. With the come-loose cellophane cover, had all the tablets mixed up in different pots and hidden stuck out of view on the cover! What a pickle I got into trying sort out what’s what.
I still don’t know for certain if I have taken the right tablets or not.
I must remember to thank the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA for their consistent incompetence. Not a bad record these chemists, they have gone downhill this year, at a fast rate of knots.
They failed to leave the Furesomides in the box to save my confusion, with them, the Codeine 30g and the Beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate) all looking the same to me! This, after the nurses and the medicines management lady phoning and telling them of the problem!
Then, they left me with no medications for five days, with their late delivery!
And, they had still not put the Furesomides in a box.
Now, they continue their campaign of ‘Let’s-Let-Down-Inchcock’, by sending the medications in blister-packs that fall apart and mix up all the tablets with each other! However, to be fair, they now have, after only three months, put the Furesomides in a separate box. ( A little, but welcome victory there!)
Did I mention the name of the chemist? Just as a warning for other NHS patients: Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA.
I made a brew and took the gamble of taking the medications.
Then got the computer on, and realised that I had no template for today’s blog made up! Oh, what a right Shlump I am! So, I had to make up a draft, graphics and all. So, I did!
Then made a start on this blog up to here, and then began the updating of the Monday and Special Trip to Nottingham posts.
I had to stop, to get the ablutions done. Not such a good session this time, back to a more blighted, calamitous, accidentalness-prone variety. The dropsies were many and varied, amongst them, the toothbrush and past, the mouthwash bottle, the razors, carbolic soap, the flannel, the towel, the haemorrhoid cream, the olive-oil pot and the deodorant spray. But no complaints or minging from me, I’ve had two decent sessions on the trot after all!
But, as I was stepping out of the wet room, the right knee clicked, and the ensuing pain was terrible. From then on, I had to use two sticks, it was so tender.
I then got the handwashing done. Jammie bottoms, long bamboo socks and a long sleeve t-shirt. They were soon done, rung and hung. I like these new coat hangars, with the non-slip crossbar on them. The right knee was just as bad.
As I was getting back on the computer to do some blogging at last, on today’s post, the intercom sounded and flashed. It was Angel Christina, and the Iceland delivery together. When they arrived and saw me struggling to get about, they both took the groceries into the kitchen for me. Very kind of them!
When I showed Christina the framed photograph of her, she was over-the-moon, and asked if she could buy it from me! Much as I would have loved to oblige her, I really wanted to keep it, so I could glance at it every day and get some pleasure from the sweetness it, and she gave me.
She set about taking my blood. We chatted while she did it, which didn’t take long at all. She said she was off now, and I reminded her that I needed her input, and type in her email address on Google for me, so I could send her the photographs I have of her on file. I opened the Email on the ‘Compose page, and she wrote it in for me. She had to shoot off to her next patient. I thanked her, offered her some Manner lemon wafers, which she bravely refused. Off she went… it was like turning alight off!
I set about checking out the Iceland order. They were short of three tins of Batchelor’s potatoes but sent me one. The pork Shoulder steaks were unavailable. But hey-ho! I got the things put away. I now have the fridge and freezer at full capacity! No room left.
I nipped to the wet room for a wee-wee, and the right knee clicked again, and things are back to how they were earlier, with both knees only slightly painful as when I woke up? Baffling!
I went to make a fresh brew of Glengettie tea. The heatless sunshine was brighter than ever now. So for some reason, I took three pictures from left top right, in an effort to piece them together. My days of taking the proper panoramic shot are over. I just can’t keep the camera still enough nowadays. The effort was not good. I’ll not bother trying again.
Back to the computerisationing. I need to create a couple of page-top graphics to use tomorrow and Thursday, cause the Doctors visit will take too long for me to do them then.
I got one done. Humph!
Food! The craving arrived early today. I had to have the Halloumi Fries that Iceland had delivered, and they would not fit into the freezer (I thought they were fresh ones when I ordered them – such a shock to find me getting confused – Hahaha!)
The Halloumi Fries were expensive at £3, I thought. They were not bad at all. The cheese cob tomato sarnies, caramelised red onion chutney, beetroot, black tomatoes and a Cox’s apple, followed by the Lemon yoghourt, all went down nicely. Flavour rated at 7/10.
Got the pots washed and adjusted the handwashing, it wasn’t drying very quickly today.
Wash and in the recliner, and the ‘Thought-Storming’ began. Most uncomfortable, and it took me ages to get off to kip!
02:00hrs: I rose, got out of the £300, second-hand recliner, caught my balance, and as the need for the Porcelain Throne developed, I realised that Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were all being kind to me! Good Stuff this!
I hobbled straight to
the wet room, with fingers, crossed that some unpainful movement will be passed. It wasn’t! Things felt rock solid again. After a go at crossword book, I realised that things were not about to develop, despite the innards rumbling and tumbling. So, off to the kitchen for tea and medications. It’s a breakfast I’ve become used to now. Haha!
I got the kettle on the boil and started the new blister pack of medications. Oh, dearie me! I could not see any of the Bisoprolol-Fumarate (beta-blockers) in the Monday pouch section? Mmm! I investigated closely and found, as I looked at the bottom of the pack, that many tiny pills had escaped from the pots, into either other tubs out of view, under the cellophane cover that had not been stuck on properly!
So, after taking eight weeks, no, ten, to get help with the problems of Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA leaving me without medications for five days, and to change the tablets (Furesomide) back into packs. This is due to having three tablets of a very similar size and all white, in the same pot, I was taking the wrong ones! Still, they initially found a temporary solution to this, by leaving me without any tablets at all, for the five days! Flanglemanglingly-Frenetically-Frustrating!
Then, after begging help from the Medicine Management Team, The Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital, the Falls Team, the After-Stroke Care Unit, The Haematology Nurses, I can report that nothing changed! Then, I spoke with my Doctor Vindla, and Hey-Presto, the tablets were separated.
This month, thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, now I am back to the start again, and having tablets I cannot recognise, as the blister-packs are not assembled correctly. The tablets are getting shared between pots and stuck out of view underneath the top sheet!
If nothing else, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA are persistent and reliable in making cock-ups and putting my life at risk. So, if any Nottinghamians have had enough, and wish to depart the world, try getting your prescriptions from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, they’ll do their best for you! Frogglemoths!
As one age’s and hopes (risibly) for a peaceful life’s end, you can rest fully assured that Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, will do their best to destroy your dream. Bless ’em!
Now, this may sound like eristic, choplogic verbiage… that is because it is! Humph!
As I was starting to do the updating for yesterday’s blog, the stomach suddenly gurgled. Off to the Throne again. Much agony was suffered, but at least I’d rid myself of a right dollop! Medicated the bleeding and applied some Care cream.
Back to the computer, and thanks to the ailments kindness, I got it all done and finished on a couple of hours. (A smidge of swankiness overcome me!) I put some bits on Pinterest, then I made up the template for, and started this post.
A few minutes later, it was back to Porcelain Throne visit Mark-3. (Tsk!) What another painfull session, but this time a massive, messy, malodorous affair! More cleaning and medicationalisationing was done.
A go on the TFZer Facebooking next.
Ablutionisationalistic duties next: Astounding! Total dropsies: Three! Honestly! The sock-glide was bit bother-ridden, but no injuries to report. No cuts shaving! And the legs (Sorry for the lousy photo, got the shakes), were looking much better. I think the Bamboo socks are really helping with the Clopidogrel. I can’t believe how well the session went!
I got things ready for the trip to town. (despite the rain falling, Humph!) After much oscillating, shilly-shallying, and treble checking the state of the flat for safely before exiting (and still uncertain), I set out. My hesitancy, indecisiveness, fence-sitting and differing undecidedness, is beginning to annoy me more than ever! My vincibility is too apparent. Help needed! In the lift lobby on my floor, it looked like the workmen were going to do some more noisy work on the floor and wiring. Still, we’ve had about two-years, 4-months and twenty-one days of it, now. Not that I’m counting! Haha!
Down to the ground floor, and though the lovely warmth of the link passage to Winwood Court.
Seeing the rain through the window en route, was a tad demoralising. Haha!
I nipped in to see the wardens in the Iteroggation & Strip-search office. Nibbles left with them, well Lydia, she was on her own in there. Then to Winchester Court lobby, and a few tenants were there in the dry waiting for the bus to arrive, so I joined them. Had a mini-natter with Angela and Penny.
The trip to town is almost a total blank, apart from having a chinwag with Penny en route. (I think) A Dizzy Denis visit cause this spot of amnesia. Tut!
When I got of of the bus and got wet, things got back to normal mind-wise. (Well, as normal as I can expect).
As I hobbled up to the crossing lights, I got a sneer-come-scowl from a Student when he saw me get the camera out. I just threw a glare of contempt back at him!
Then crossed the road and I limped along the very wet and puddled, Glasshouse Street, and on to the Aldi store on Huntingdon Street. Where I spent a lot of cash, buying far too much stuff, as I saw various treats and weakened. Caramelised biscuits, lemon fool desserts, Room sprays, cheese, cobs and tomatoes. As well as the garden peas and Sourdough baguette that I had gone there for in the first place. Sad, innit? The trolley bag was filled, and I had to use a durable bag and hung it on a handlebar of the trolley-guide.
Paid the gal on the till, who was patient with me, and helped pack the bags for me ♥. Out and over the road to the Victoria Centre.
I cut through Old Street and spotted my first bit of Nottinghamian Street Art. A little further along, there were smashed bottles and glasses on the pavement?
I cut through the shopping mall and out onto Mansfield Road. Out into the precipitation again, a chap held the door open for me too. Thank you, mate! Then another bit of happy-making, I saw my first smile of the day! From the gal in this photo at the back. Things were looking up!
I called in the bargain store. Another financially-fatal decision! As if I needed any proof of my equivocational tendencies, I came out with two, I say two different fabric softeners because I couldn’t decide which one to buy! Now that is pitiful! Along with some nougat, sea salt and BBQ seasoning grinders. Out into the rain, and limped through Trinity Square onto Parliament Street, and along to and down Market Street.
At the nearest point to the Student colleges, I noticed the paving slabs, that were replaced a few weeks ago, had already got the artwork of their chewing gum designs.
I took so many photographs, in the morning I made up a post of the visit to the town and posted it separately, to this blog. It has many more snaps on it, and some sadly written odes with each photo. Haha!
Down the hill and through to Wheeler Gate, and into the Poundland shop. Where I came out with even more Caramelised biscuits, fabric softener, cobs and more things that I cannot remember now (I lost the receipt).
Walked around the square, and took some pictures, then up to Queen Street and the bus stop.
Another food delivery Pavement Cyclist, a new one I think, he was checking his phone, presumably on s sat-nav site? And his box was too clean. We have 20 food outlets in Victoria Centre Towers, plus about 15 in the malls. I have passed at least 25 others in town today, how are they all making money?
I was the only person at the bus stop, and the bus arrived on time. Sad, that we are to lose the service on the 1st April, or was it March?
At the next stop, the bus filled up a lot, and Penny was with them. She moved to sit next to me when she saw me. I liked that!
A lovely nattering session all the way home. Most of it was concerning us losing the L9 altogether, and how it will work with 40 bus replacing it. No one knows for sure.
We got inside, and in the link passage, I asked Penny if I could take her photo, for my blog. Penny put on a smile for me, and this is it, open the left.
We pressed on, and Peny got off the elevator, and we exchanged our farewells. I carried on to the 12th-floor, and into the flat’s foyer, and rang Josie’s bells (They can’t touch me for it! Haha!)
Josie saw me struggling to get the trolley in the flat, with all the bags, and came and carried things into the kitchen with me. Bless her! I thanked her profusely.
I was doing well, physically, and put the stuff away. No guilt at getting so much? Which normally would have shown itself?
I got some chips cooking in the oven, got washed and changed ready for settling after eating, and prepared the plate on the tray with many and varied treats for myself.
Then, after I’d started to take the oven chips out… things got into a series of frustrating foul-ups! First, the nerve-ends let me drop the chips on the kitchen floor! This caused some naughty language to be spoken!
And, as it timed and fated, Duodenal Donald, and Anne Gyna both kicked off together! So bad, that I left the chips on the deck, and took a good swig of the pathetically weak Peptic medicine. Then returned to salvage what I could of the chips, and checked them for any muck, putting those that looked clear, back in the oven to rewarm! I was beyond bothering, it annoyed me so much dropping the food!
Eventually, I got the meal served up. Albeit with far fewer chips (Humph!)
An excellent meal. Taste Rating 8/10. Had it not been for the fiasco of my dropping the chips, and the thought if still having to be cleaned up after it, the score may well have been a record. Dangwangles, damn and blast My ailments!
Still, Nurse Christina might be calling tomorrow! Hey-ho!
I cleaned up in the kitchen, then got down in the xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting. When I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, ready-for-recycling, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.
Things were not good pain-wise. Anne and Donald made sure of that.
From 23:10hrs: I kept waking, having a mini-thought-storm and nodding off again repeatedly. My EQ, telling me to go back to sleep each time? And I did!
02:00hrs: This time, when I woke, there was no mind-storm, and the damned ‘Hum’ seemed to be so much more noticeable and loud! The innards abruptly started to churn and rumble. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley and Shaking Shaun almost shook me out of the £300, second-hand recliner! That was the end of any thoughts of going back to kip again, although the body wanted to, the twisted-tormented mind decided it needed the body to rise up for a wee-wee. So I got up!
Not an easy task this morning, with Shirley and Shaun, shivering and shaking away with a high degree of determination. Using the walking stick was farcical, even comical, as I leapt all over the place. I nearly had myself over a few times, dropped the Four-Pronger and almost lost my balance. All within the few steps to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), where I had an SBTSDWS (Started-Blasting-out-Then-Stopped-Dead-Within-Seconds) wee-wee. T’was then I realised the time and remembered all the waking-ups, and scribbled some notes adding to the list of reminders.
I took the bucket for decontamination, cleaning and freshening-up. Which is just as well I did, cause when in the wet room, the stomach gave out a puff from the rear end, and I had to drop-em, and down on the Porcelain Throne sharpish! Oh, dear, things went very similar to yesterdays first visit! I had no control over the movement, it was one long grinding, painful, bloody session! A giant, solid torpedo was evacuated. Kerplunk – Splash! The relief made me sigh with pleasure, Tsk! So, the two Sennas I took after yesterday’s H-bomb release, had done nothing to ease the situation then? I got the bucket, Throne, and myself cleaned up and medicated.
I took three pictures of the pins, in different settings with the Nikon. The auto was nearest to how they appeared to my eyes. I’ll use Auto in future whenever I shoot the legs.
To the kitchen, Shirley and Shaun still in attendance, me wobbling about a bit, instead of the usual hobbling. (Hahaha!) I got the kettle on and took the medications, with two Senna tablets this time. The ‘Hum’ still belting away, no alternating of tone, on with a constant, horribly annoying rasping, resonating drone, that was really getting on my goat for some reason today? Made the brew. Pondering over whether to have porridge, biscuits or pot-noodle for brekkers – the innards gave off a silent, discrete, microscopic phut of wind from the rear end – believe me, no one could have considered eating with the acrid aroma that the escapage left behind! Cor!
I got on the computer, accompanied by the ‘Hum’! I made a start on this blog first, up to here, while the memories remained and I could still decipher some of the notes I’d made. Then began on updating the Thursday post.
Flopping ‘eck, six hours later I got it done! Splenetic-Spitting!
About done in now. I went to the kitchen to get a brew of tea and sort out what medications I had missed or not.
I later found this photograph on the SD card, but taking it is another mystery. Why?
Back on the computer, Pinterest, and TFZer Facebooking, then actually got some graphics done for the diary. But it cost me a few more hours. And occasional visits from Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, felt like the joint would either come out of its socket or freeze up in pain. She’s certainly left me with a sore shoulder! I must mention this to the Doctor on Wednesday.
The only thing I was capable of, was making a meal, and I felt so in need of food. I don’t know why suddenly? But I spent a lot of time (Perhaps it was because I knew I had to stay awake for the delivery of the socks and coathangers?), preparing and making the meal look good. (Haha!) The black tomatoes were really-good as I moved the tray to the recliner and got sat down, dish on the knees, and the moment I took the first mouthful, the intercom flashed and rang!
Well, I fumbled out of the chair, got the food tray on the Ottoman, fumbled to get up, nearly tripped over the waste bin as I made it to the intercom panel, and I pressed the wrong button, and lost contact with the caller! I saw an image of his stomach for a second or two before I accidentally cut him off!
I got some trousers on, to go down to let the bloke in, I was panicking a bit. But as I left the flat, the delivery lad arrived at the door. He was kind enough of my Accifauxpas in cutting him off on the intercom. Thanks mate!
He left the box inside the door for me. I left it there, and I returned to the front room and the now cold meal. And ate it all up, but the enjoyment was marred. Flavour Rating, 6/10.
I was doing the washing up, and the sharp serrated knife (thank you Nicodemus Neurotrammiter!) slipped from my grasp, hit the drainer and bounced towards the floor. I actually remember feeling a little chuffed with myself for getting out of the way rather nattily and avoiding the blade, I thought! But, could I find the mysteriously vanished knife to retrieve it? Nope! Well, not for ages. I actually moved this bin above several times in the search for the blade. I spot it, a long time later. Surprising, the knife fell in the optimum place to be camouflaged perfectly! Hahaha!
As I got down in the £300 second-hand, rickety recliner, I had a bit of the mixed bag of ailments all come on at the same time, and until I woke in the morning, everything is hazy, missing or forgotten.
02:00hrs: What a messy sleeping pattern that was! I was in the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner for a total of over six-hours, which sounds right, at first! But the repeated rises to use the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) taken into account, any sleep would be calculated at about three hours! No wonder I still felt so tired when I did get up for another wee-wee at 02:00hrs, and decided to give up and get up.
The famously abhorrent ‘Hum’ was giving it some effort this morning! I’m sure that my IQ was giving me a smugly-know-it-all snide laugh? Tsk!
Getting out of the recliner was done with fantastic ease, catching my balance, grabbing the stick, and waggling-off to the wet room to clean the grey plastic bucket were all done with no bother at all. The morning’s activities were regularly interposed with SNS (Short-No-Sensation) wee-wees. (I mention this to save me keep typing them, with Nicodemus Neurotransmitters dying so frequently, typing turned out a bit arduous. Humph!)
As I was leaving the wet room, I had to turn back in haste, to use the Porcelain Throne!
I got down on the pan and waited for things to activate. I had a go at the crossword puzzle, but it beat me again. (Still waiting!) Pondered over yesterdays nasty ‘out-of-it’ spell, amazing myself thinking of all the jobs I did, without knowing it, more surprisingly, with no injuries or accifauxpas! (Still waiting!) I did a bit of silent whistling and singing. (Still waiting!) Then, the evacuation started, but got stuck part-way again! The efforts to rekindle the movement was horrendously painful and long-winded. Cruel! I’m reasonably good at coping with pain, but that session tested my limits.
The relief, when things were finally freed and finished, was soon tempered when I found the bleeding that I’d suffered. I had another clean-up and medicationalisationing session.
To the kitchen, got the kettle on, and had another unfruitful search for the Rice Cooker instruction booklet. I opened the unwanted, light & view-blocking, cannot reach to clean, thick-framed, letting rain-in window, to take a photograph of the morning lights and dark sky. I pondered for a short while, on the mass of Nottinghamians out there. Desperate illegal immigrants, freed from prison murderers, sleep-sleepers, scum drug gangs, muggers, shoplifters, pavement cyclists, pickpockets… I had to stop thinking about it, I was depressing myself! Hehe!
Took the medications, with a Senna added, in hopes of avoiding another painful evacuation like one I’d just gone through. I think I’ll take another one before going out later on.
I got on the computer and did things in a different rota than usual, I don’t know why? I went on the WordPress Reader first, then a little bash at the TFZer Facebooking. Made a graphic up, then a new WP template for tomorrow on CorelDraw. Finally making a start on updating and finishing off yesterday’s blog. It took a record time to get done, thanks mainly to Nicodemus Neurotransmitters dying so often.
Something interesting, almost comical; about dying nerve-ends, that even I wasn’t aware of until it happens. Sometimes, I can’t feel when I cut myself or touch something hot. Not until they occasionally return to working status, which can be a long time later, and suddenly I feel the pain of the cut or burn! Hahaha! I even, like this morning, get caught out with removing the tea bags. For days on end, as is usual, I’ve not worried about taking out the bags with my right hand, and the cunning nerve-ends suddenly start transmitting to the brain again, and I jump at the unexpected pain! Hehehe! All these ailments certainly keep me amused. Bless them all, bless them all, those who make me bleed, shake and fall! Hahaha!
In between the wee-weeing, the ailments and lack of confidence, I got the post finished and sent off. Phew!
I made a start on this blog but had to stop, to get the ablutions done. Now, this might be another challenge?
I came across a bit of graffiti, from Russia! I had to put it on to show Tim Hancock in New Mexico. A poor effort compared the that in Albuquerque that Tim sometimes photographs.
Off to the wet room. Now, the ablutionisationing went fairy-well. No prob’s as such with the teeth-cleaning. The shaving produced only one nick, and a tiny one at that, on the ear lobe. (Thank you, Shaking Shaun!) The showering went perfectly. The drying off failed to produce any shelf cleanings! All these parts of the ablution session brought cheer and a semi-self-confidence back to me…
Until it came to the Sock-Glide usage! You see, the problem was, I’d decided to dig out the extra-long Bamboo over the knee socks to put on. I’d forgotten all about the issues I had last time when trying to us the sock-glide with them! They are too long for me to use the glide safely, and I soon realised this again. The frame unbalanced all over the place, it fell off of the chair twice! Botherations and blasticulisations! I banged both elbows, the rights shoulder, my chin, my head against the door or wall as I overbalanced and fell this way and that, getting more and more frustrated with myself! Then when I stubbed my toe on the metal raised seat stand, I calmed down and nearly sobbed! Hahahahaha!
The pins (legs) were looking super-good this morning! I took a shot of them before, and after the losing Sock-Glide battle.
I got dressed and into the kitchen, checked the timing for the bus, and decided I had time to get the handwashing done before going to catch the L9.
So I did! All done, wrung and hung, not the socks though. They were the ones bought last week from Amazon, I threw them away, not worth washing anyway. They fall down all the time, Tsk! The first time I washed them, and they wouldn’t stay up at all! Unless perhaps on someone with dirty-great massive tree-trunk legs. Hehe!
After completing my usual ‘panic-fret’, is everything okay routine, and checking things repeatedly, the landline flashed. I answered it (Well it seemed a good idea. Har-har!), and it was Jenny saving the day for me again! She told me that the L9 was not running today, but it might be tomorrow! Oh, dearie me and ‘ecky thump! I thanked her for informing me, bless her ♥. The communications here lack a little, don’t they? Thank heavens for Jenny, once again! And her timing was spot on, minutes before I was going out to the bus stop!
No need to rush now. I’ll take an amble down Winchester Street into Sherwood, see if the Co-op has any decent looking tomatoes in, then call at Wilkos to get the cleaning stuff and cash a bus into town. I glanced outside just before departing, and at least it wasn’t raining.
I got the five bags of rubbish for the waste chute, and a too large a bag of recyclables to take down to the caretaker’s room. Off I went. I struggled a bit with the black bags, but got them down the chute, and took the big white bag with me in the lift. Now there is another mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, with its illusions, delusions, hallucinations, infestations, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and manic machinations that thrive here freely, so bountifully! Why is it, that whenever I need the lift from the 12th-floor, both cages are on the ground floor? I bet when I get back, they’ll both be on a level high up! Ah-well!
I dropped the big bag off with Steve. Then ambled along through the link corridor, and called in the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators) Wardens Interrogation and strip-search Office. Hehehe!
I mentioned the buses and learned that it was because of the flooding en route. The rain started falling as Oberstgruppenfhureress Warden Deana told me this! It seems that the L9 service will end in April. The 40 bus route will be redirected into the Winwood Heights complex when the L9 is terminated. Oh, dearie me! Spitworthy, Splurging, Shlackersplonks! No more details, other than this available! But we were all concerned about the cars that are parking on the yellow lines around the bus turning point, often blocking the buses. As the 40 buses are a lot longer than the L9 ones are. Also, of course, the naughty parkers will cause problems for the emergency services access! But what the solution is, I don’t know, other than to build a high-rise car park, but that would be horrendously expensive.
I bade my farewells and limped out and along to the end of Chestnut Walk, and right down Winchester Street. I had to push the trolley-guide along the road and back on the pavement more than once. Due to the many cars parked up on the footpaths. But, they only do this because they don’t want their vehicles to be hit by the lorries and buses going into the flats? And come April, there will be bigger and longer buses arriving?
I fear that this is a no-win situation that holds an unattainable solution? At worst, the buses may well be withdrawn, leaving us old uns without a service at all! I shudder at the thought! So many of the tenants have said they will have to apply for a move it that case. They will have much competition!
About a third of the way down Winchester Street, I came across some, presumably storm damage to the fencing. I wouldn’t like to be walking down there in the wind. It dawned on me as I hobbled on after taking the photo, I could not hear the ‘Hum’, at all down there! In the event, and it seems likely now, that the buses are removed, I shall do my best to get in some flats that are on lower ground, in the hopes of escaping the drive-me-mad ‘Hum’!
But losing the already minimal, but oh so enjoyable contact with Jenny, Mary, Shiela, Gaynor, Penny, Christine etc. may yet decide me against leaving.
Lower down the road, I got the front wheel stuck in a rut in the pavement. Just thought I’d mention it! Tsk!
On to Mansfield Road, turned right and up into the Co-op store. There was still no rush though because there are plenty of buses regularly to town from Sherwood. I nosied around the shelves and came out with Cox’s apples and some fresh looking mini tomatoes.
I limped up the hill and into the Wilko store. I spent a bit here. Nasal spray £1.75, Refuse sack, 10 for a pound, Toilet cistern blocks also a quid. Ylang and Fressia scented laundry freshener crystals £3, but I am really taken by the fresh smell of these.
Then I had funny-turn, no, that’s not the best word to use, I got Shaking Shaun having a go at me, at the checkout. The young lady was kind enough to pack the things in the trolley bag for me, bless her. I dropped the change she gave me, and the lass came round and picked it up for me. ♥ Thank you, gal! By the time I’d got out of the shop, things seemed to be back to normal in the shakes department?
I walked up to the bus stop, the drizzling had stopped altogether, now.
On the already crowded bus, I had to sit on a regular seat. Because there was a child in a pushchair, and a lady on a disabled electric scooter, so no side-saddle seats available. In fact, there were precious few seats free at all. I had to sit next to the mother of the child. With the trolley partly in peoples way, and I had to move it each time someone got on or off the bus! To make things worse, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley kicked-off. Which scared some of the passengers into silence and odd looks giving, who sat around me. Hahaha!
I was well bruised, trod on, and in pain by the time I arrived at my bus stop, Huh! I made sure I got up first this time, I shoved the trolley in the aisleway, and fumbled my way achingly off of the bus and got out of the line of the following hoards as fast as I could.
I made my way to the Poundstretcher shop and had an excellent hobble around, initially in search of some of the Pakistani potato-biscuits. By gum, they are so tasty! But, I found so many bargains, I weakened, and ended up spending a fortune, and had a heck of a job coping with two bags on the handlebars, and trying to control the trolley. Still, my own fault! I bought; The last two Paynes chocolate Brazil misshapes, a massive bottle of Woolite liquid at virtually half-price at £1.99. Some of what looked like excellent 50L extra-strong bin bags for £2.99, the last two Potato biscuits on the shelves. Two bottles of concentrated lemon clothes refresher disinfectant spray for a quid each. Some nose unblocker at £1.40, another bargain! Two bottles of BBQ bacon flavoured sauce for 49p each, and something called C&S Wul at 39p on the receipt, but I can’t find it? Hahaha!
I exited the shop, and the drizzle started on and off again. I had a vicambulation up into Trinity Square and took a few pictures, and then down Kings Walk onto Parliament Street.
Trinity Square - A cyclist struggling to get a carpet on his back...
Ah, ET visiting Nottingham?
Trinity Walk
Kings Walk
The cafe at the top of Kings Walk, cleverly called the Kings Walk Kitchen (Huh), was offering Students a 20% reduction for all of February, didn’t seem to be having a lot of luck, or customers. Not surprising really, in the first photo, you will see 15 take-aways and restaurants. The competition! Poor devils!
The light dimmed as I got to Queen Street to catch a 40 bus back to the flats. Not many Nottinghamians about for a Friday, I thought. Then I realised it was Thursday. The heavens opened! But I was alright under the bus shelter by then. (Smug-Mode-Adopted!)
I did nip out from the cover to take a couple of pictures of the street art on view, on Queen Street, near the Reds True B-B-Q eatery. Well, Red’s True Barbecue, it’s called.
Sometimes the smells attract my nostrils. But access for me would be impossible. Too many steep steps to get in, then you have to walk down more steps to get to the grill. It’s also got different floors and levels inside. But in particular, their “Ox Cheek Bone Luge” looks so delicious! Not that I’ve seen it in real life, but the photographs from the menu, Mmm!
“Ox Cheek Bone Luge” And for only £8 -with a shot of whisky?
This number 40 bus was soon filled up after a few stops, but I was in a side-saddle seat this time. Uncomfortable, yes, and in danger of falling out of the seat on corners, yes! But, far less chance of being trampled, trod on and shoulder charged! So that suited me!
Mind you, this route takes far less time to get to Sherwood, than the L9 does. (When it’ s running that is!) But the bad thing is, it doesn’t call at the flats! It drops off on Sherwood Rise, one the steepest roads in Nottinghamshire. Just beyond in this picture, the road drops and a sharp bend is out of sight. Dodgy for crossing, even for someone not handicapped. But I got over the road safely this time, and the rain started coming heavier now.
Once again, when I got near the flats, I had to keep walking on the road, to get by the pavement parked cars. You can see how they park, not necessarily voluntarily, right on the corner of the junctions too. If any buses had been running today, they might not have got around the corners anyway.
If anyone happens to be reading this, who is familiar with or knowledgeable about the law concerning such parking laws, I’d appreciate some guidance. Cause sure as eggs are eggs, someone is going to get knocked down before long here! Any advice would be appreciated, I think the flats themselves are on private land? The double yellow lines are simply being ignored every day?
I got back to the flats as the rain increased, just timed it nicely. As I got into the link passage, the precipitation was positively pelting down! I got through to Woodthorpe Court lobby, and I met with Cyndy also getting into the lift. Nice to have a chinwag and laugh. ♥
As I got out of the elevator, I realised there was no floor sign in the wall, Cyndy laughed telling me all the floor signs had been taken down, new ones on the way? I laughed.
I smelt something different, I thought it might paint. So I turned around and took this photo.
In the lobby of the apartment, I turned back again, something was different in here too. But what it was, well, I couldn’t tell. But, that’s nothing new, is it? Haha!
I got inside the flat and put the buys of the day away.
I got some spuds and peas in a saucepan, got the oven on, then started to update this blog. Six hours later I got up to here, and well past my head-down time! So, I turned off the computer and got the nosh sorted.
I got the nosh served up. It looked okay and tasty, on the plate. The ratings: Co-op mini tomatoes 02/10 – Asda petit pois 03/10 – Fulton’s, Gingster-beef pasties 06/10 – Aldi beetroot 07/10 – Iceland canned new potatoes 05/10, Light & Free lemon yoghourt 08/10. Which when I work it out with the Windows calculator is, I think, an average of 5.166666666666667/10 if I got it right. My Arithmophobia showing up there again. You might be surprised at the number of confirmed uneducated volgivagant people suffer from this. Haha! So, not one of the bestest or tastiest of meals by a long shot. Hey ho!
I wobbled a bit when I got up to take the things to be washed, and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley didn’t help. I spilt a bit of the bleached soapy water on the floor and myself. (Another t-shirt ruined!)
I went to make sure I had not locked the door. (I keep it unlocked when I’m in nowadays, the difficulties experienced when I had the stroke of the emergency paramedic having to wait until I crept on all-fours to get to unlock the door. And my still tumbling over to my right side repeatedly is well remembered!)
I found a leaflet-note on the floor that had been delivered. As tired as I was, as I read it, something seemed not right about it. The wording told me more than the omitted words.
My Sherlock Holmesiessness had been stirred! Hehehe! The lack of any practical reasons for the changes installed suspicion in my tired mind. Your fob will work as intended? This indicated to my EQ that the fobs have been found to allow access to some parts of Winwood Court, where they should not be doing so? I’m most likely wrong, befuddled and confused, but my EQ talks, and I listen. I could not see any helpful mention of where they are actually doing the upgrading… argh! I see it now, The Winwood Centre, presumably the social room. Ooh, I do feel a right fool at times!
Of course, of all the days to pick for the upgrading, it was bound to be the one day in which I already have three medical appointments, didn’t it? Bad luck? Me? I’m a virtuoso, ultra-experienced, specialist in chronic-unluckiness! An authority, specialist in it! A fount of knowledge, wisdom, and cognoscenti! Some college should give me a senior honorary professorship. The sad thing is, I’ll snuff-it (I’ve no problem with that), and the world will be none-the-wiser, as to my magnificent efforts at living such a life. Shame!
Maybe, being as the Tate gallery mistakenly refuses to record my peripheral neurotrophic legs as pieces of art and put them on show in a gallery – then Nottingham Trent University or College, would at least let me present a paper on the subject of being cursed with a luckless life? I’d call it Inchcock’s inimitable, intangible, ill-fortunes, illuminated? I got carried away there again, Sorry!
I got settled into the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. That xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet seven-months later).
And, got the TV on, which as a rule would send me off into the land of nod at the first signs of the commercials. But not tonight! Maybe it was because I was so late settling? Or, most likely it was Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, boy, was she in a mood all day! I pray that she is not going to become a regular visitor, she shakes the living daylight out of the body at times!
Ah, well! I must have got to sleep eventually, cause I woke up, late for me, mind. About six hours, no waking up, no dream bliss!
01:45hrs: I woke with Saint Inchcock and Sloth Inchcock arguing in my head. Saint insisted we all get up and make a start on the blog and much-needed graphicalisationing. Sloth was saying ‘Soddit’, I’m staying in the recliner! However, after a couple of minutes debating and arguing with myself, the need for an urgent wee-wee arrived, and we had no choice but to get up, out of the second-hand, £300, sickeningly beige coloured chair!
It’s just as well I did! I grappled with getting up, and on my feet, Arthur Itis was still annoyed, just like yesterday. Tsk! The GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) had not been needed all night, but, boy oh boy, was it used this time! I had to give this one a new name; a TTSLTATO (Torrential-Throughout-Stopped-Like-Turning -A-Tap-Off) mode! Blimey, it’s flaming lucky I didn’t take a water tablet (Furesomide) last night! It also stopped abruptly, this was a new style for me! I almost felt tired by the time it had finished. Still, there was no bleeding or pain with it. Haha!
I coped very well with the trip to the kitchen, no trips, no Dizzy Dennis nor Shaking Shaun hassle! I could see no signs of Storm Dennis through the window. Then I remembered the forecast, it said noon today to start, midnight to stop. How can they know that?
As I got the kettle on, the innards indicated immediate, imperative, essentiality that I visit the Porcelain Throne. All the usual signs were there, the rumbling and grumbling, the automatic clenching of the bottoms-cheeks and the silent microminiature escapage of wind, that ponged like you wouldn’t believe! I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick and hastened the short distance to the wet room.
Now I’m going to explain precisely what happened, every syllable is correct! Please skip the next two paragraphs if you’d sooner not hear about it, thank you. (I’ve put two asterisk marks in black, where the story ends for you to avoid the WC details.) I got down on the seat, thinking things would start automatically as they had been doing for days now. After several minutes of waiting for, and encouraging some movement without any luck, I got on the crossword puzzling. And waited. Then waited some more. No half-way blocking, because nothing was coming out at all, not even any wind?
Then it came, I had no control over the evacuation whatsoever. It was agony and a grinding pain! Things raced, though. And the pain increased as it finally ended, with a ‘Kerplunk’ and water splashed back up the rear end! When the release was done, the Savlon and foot medication spray both fell off of the floor cabinet! Could the thunderous contents hitting the water and porcelain have dislodged them? It was so funny, even at the time. Because I did not move or knock the cabinet at all? Ah, the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination, so rife!
I rested a few seconds, got the stick and stood up to wash the back passage… oh, the blood had flowed, the bottom was sore, and the aroma was hardly bearable! The hue of the blood indicated it was from Haemorrhoid Harold’s inner pile-selection.
A mammoth cleaning and medicating session were completed. In between several re-flushes to remove the contents down the pipe. Humph! After washing things, the ‘Care’ haemorrhoid cream tube is now almost used up, the Savlon applied, and out came the Au de toilette spray, for some heavy use! **
I noticed that the pins (legs) were almost in the same condition as yesterday. A rarity indeed, although they had gained some colour. But that would most likely be from the evacuation farce? Then I spotted, on the lower part of the right leg, a new odd mark coming up. I thought at first it would be something that would wash off, but no! Maybe a scuff mark from yesterdays tumbles, no pain at all with it.
I got back to the kitchen, and realised I had been in the wet room for over an hour! What a picklement I’d got myself into! Haha!
I imbibed the medication, made the tea, and got onto the computer. A lot needs doing today, graphically, and I was suddenly determined to get it done before the fatigue comes, or anymore Whoopsies or Accifauxpas activate. I updated yesterdays post, this took a few hours due to the number of photographs to sort out. Put some pictures on Pinterest. Then onto the WordPress reader.
Then had to create the page top graphics for this blog. During which, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters let me down (It only lasted for a minute or so, but I could not control the fingers at all for this time). My fingers and hand ran all over the place on the keyboard. I found I was now watching a blue screen, telling me I was now in a Firefox Private Window? I didn’t panic, which made a change. I turned off the internet and reloaded. All back to normal so far. (I hope!) Obviously, I had no idea what I’d pressed to get there. But my spirits lowered, and I prayed that Nicodemus will behave better now.
I took some photographs of the oh-so-changed new blue hue view. As I did so, the damned toothache kicked in again! I’m getting a little depressed here!
The first in Panorama, and the second in Aperture Priority setting. But it was long later before I got around to adding these, that I may have got them the wrong way around. Sad, innit? Tsk!
07:00hrs: I made another mug of Glenghettie te+a to replace the one that had gone cold. And got some sliced mushroom in the slow-cooker. I added some onion salt and malt vinegar. The aim being, to have these ane garden peas added to the beef in onion gravy cook-in-the-pouch later on. The best-laid plans of mice and men?
I got the mushrooms in the slow-cooker on low. Then made a brew, took another wee-wee, they were all of the same modes, up until now. I also put the casserole pan filled with water, on a low light ready for the beef later.
Back to the computerisationing.
Oh, dearie me! I found that the moment I started typing, I had a double blow! The toothache got worse, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters kicked off, and stayed of for hours! I took some more Codeines, but only through desperation with the pain. I was not happy taking so many at all. But there you go!
I spent hours and hours on graphicalisationing, and by I5:00hrs, I’d only got three done.
Finding a mistake in one of them, I had to replace it with another one. The nerve ends were making work very hard.
I remembered belatedly to check on the Amazon, sock order tracker. Hard to tell, but I think it might be coming around 16 > 18:00hrs.
I moved the mushrooms to a saucepan and added the garden peas and sliced tomatoes in with them. This was when I realised I had, yet again! – put the wrong hob on, and another of the new saucepans had its bottom burnt! I calmly got the pan off of the heat and cleaned it up the best I could. It’s looking a bit sorry, though. I got the casserole pan on the right heat hob this time. Nicodemus is still playing up!
I’m afraid I then started to feel a little depressed. (Well, sorry for myself I think!) The day started fair enough, but now things are going out of sync for me.
But I had to bumble along and try to get some Thoughts done for the blog tomorrow.
No one to talk to. Toothache. The transmitters annoyingly failing more than working, thus making things on the CorelDraw take three or four times as long. I’ve got to stay up for the long hosiery socks to arrive, so I might as well try to get some graphics done. The damned ‘Hum’ is getting louder! Someone above keeps tap-tapping at something. The handwashing needs doing!
And now, I’ve just made a mug of tea, and dropped the milk bottle!
Oh, and I missed the Dentists appointment yesterday. How I don’t know. Perhaps it would be best if I didn’t know, the state of mind I’m in.
It might be a good thing that they made the new windows so I can’t jump out anyway! Hahaha!
The intercom flashed as I was passing it on the way to the wet room. It was the Amazon socks arriving, so I let him in and delayed the Porcelain Throne usage. He was soon up and at the door with socks for me.
I thanked the young man and nipped back to the wet room. I opened the packet to have a look at the socks first.
They looked suitable and long, up near the knee, I hope they’ll come. But, I’d made a faux-pas and ordered cotton ones, not the bamboo ones I meant to get! The toothache came on again, and it served me right, for being such an incompetent, ignoramus, and imbecilic, incapable idiot! I really should have known, because the price was so cheap! Self-derogatory-thoughts-Mode Engaged. Harrumph! Still, cotton might be okay, I’ll soon find out when I try them in the morning. Schlemiel!
Then another evacuation farce! The body was telling me I needed to go, but nothing happened, a lot of wind, and bubbling from the innards, though? I tried to encourage things along, but it didn’t have it. Ah, well!
Washed the dandies, and off to the kitchen. I got the boil-in-the-bag beef and onion gravy going. Moved the mushrooms into the saucepan with the garden peas, and flavoured it with onion salt, and (unsure if this will work or not, fingers crossed) I added a jar of Korean BBQ sauce and mixed it all in well.
I put some chips (fries) in the oven, and then got the handwashing done, rung and hung. Only a long-sleeved t-shirt and pair of socks, but I’d put a tad too much liquid soap flakes in the bowl, and needed to rinse it several times. Very agrannoing! Tsk! Surely even I can’t have a run of bad luck as long as this? But it got worse!
Oh, ‘eck and dearie me! I took so long over the handwashing, I ended up with the bottom of the veg saucepan burnt, a hell of a job to clean it! The chips were rather well done, but no bother, I like them that way. And the casserole pan had overflowed all over the cooker! I was mostest disappointed in myself today! However, when the meal turned out much better than I thought it would, my Defcon-Panic level dropped. Hahaha!
I was well-pleased that the gamble of putting the Korean BBQ sauce in with the onion gravy turned out a success! Swank-Mode-Engaged! The overcooked chips were great! I had some wholemeal flatbread to soak up the gravy with. And the Lemon Curd yoghourt I’d got, a different brand this time, was in a much smaller pot, but out-flavoured the Morrison one by a long way. It was not as sweet and a little thinner. Overall, a Taste-Rating of 9.25/10! At last, I got something right!
I cleaned the pots, as I mentioned, the burnt saucepan took a while, and the new stainless steel pan is now stained! So, I now have had the utensils for a week or so, three of four pans have been burnt and scarred for life, and I’ve only used two of them!
Now here’s a thought, my life should be recorded and shown as a soap opera or comedy? The leg photos should be on display on the Tate gallery. My body should be preserved and used to scare people into eating properly and dieting! My plastic ticker, that has already outlasted the estimate, could be used for Medical Training. Just a thought! Hahaha!
I took the medications, with an extra pain-killer to counter the toothache. Then got my flatulent, fat, wobbly bellied body ensconced in the recliner. The £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, scarily gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, ready-for-recycling, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.
Got the TV on, and watched some ‘Caught on Camera’… well, for about five minutes, then I drifted off, into a much needed, blissful sleep! Ah, lovely!
(Tue) 21:50hrs: Earlier in the day, I had a tumble, and got my head down early, hence the odd waking time. I felt much better after four hours uninterrupted kip. I was pleased to remember that I had the Doctors appointment coming up, and decided to go through the notes I had written to remind myself for the visit to see Dr Vindla, in the morning at 10:00hrs.
Huh! Could I find them? No! I went to search in the three-wheeler guider trolley, in case I’d put the notes in it, so I wouldn’t forget to take them. I got distracted when I found a letter and leaflet from Nottingham City Homes, had been put through the door.
The leaflet notification was about the, until now unmentioned fire in Winchester Court last week. Headed: Winchester Court Fire Damage. Apparently, it was the sprinklers that had flooded the place but saved lives, they told us in the letter. No mention of any flooding in the flat below, as Malcolm told us at the bus stop. There followed a list of common sense do’s and don’ts regarding a fire taking place.
I couldn’t help but see the funny side of one bit of advice. Know your escape routes in case you need them in an emergency – and make sure everyone who lives in your home knows how to escape! (All sensible stuff!)
Then I wondered if this included the Black biting Boll-Weevils, the ghosts, the aliens and or the Goblins? That I am sure are a natural part of the mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination. Hehehe! I am a fool!
In the envelope were a Newsletter and a Notice of ‘Variation of the terms of your tenancy’. I was not up to reading it all, though. Some jiggling and rewording had been done. Sadly, some additions, covering rent payment, Knives and weapons, electrical supply meddling, door closers, gas canisters, failure to allow access to contractors, safety checks. For sprinklers, alarms, carbon monoxide checks, and Do not block any ventilation or extraction fittings. The Nottinghamian tenants sound a dangerous bunch, Haha!
I made a new list of reminders and put it in the walker-trolley, with the Newsletter to read at the surgery later.
I made a brew of tea, took the medications and had a WAOQ (Weak-All-Over-Quickly) wee-wee. Then pressed on with updating the daily post. Got it completed and sent photos to Pinterest.
Then made a start on this blog up to here. Went on the WordPress Reader next. Made a brew, then visited the TFZer Facebook.
Nibbled some bikkies and had a mug of tea, and got the ablutions tended to, as quietly as possible, so as not to disturb the neighbours, a stand-up at the sink job. Can’t use the shower cause of the noise it makes.
Put the handwashing to soak in the bowl for after the shower and shave.
Well, well, well, the pins looked Arthur Itis friendly! And, as if there was little blood in them this morning – good job I’m going to the Doctors later. Hahaha! But the ablutionalisationing went fine. Few dropsies, no cut and no bleeding! Yee-Haa!
I got a few graphics made up on CorelDraw. Then got some nibbles for the nurses in the trolley. The nurses aren’t in the trolley you understand? That’s where I put the bag of nibbles! Snigger!
I took two snaps of the tiny moon that lingered in the sky. Got the black bags on the trolley, and had a last wee-wee. Safety-First!
Made sure I’d got the bus-pass and ailments list with me. Camera in my pocket and set-off out for the hobble to Carrington.
Back in a couple or three hours. I hope!
(I’m back!) At the lift lobby, some more Winwoodhieghtean Artwork was spotted on the carpet. Down in the elevator and through the link-passage and out Winwood Court’s lobby door, and off on my wobble to Carrington.
By gum, it was cold out there! I had a little trouble controlling the three-wheeler-guide trolley at times but managed. I think with Arthur Itis coming on so strong caused the problem for me. Talk about Limpalong Cassidy, Haha!
I turned left along Mansfield Road en route and took these shots of the traffic. I can’t remember why I did. Maybe, to show the thriving hub of Sherwoods closed down shops?
I hobbled up the hill and down into Carrington. The famously snarled up traffic was going on later than usual?
In this snap on the right, although in the distance, is an animal of the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist variety. The buck-toothed young ignorant son of moron came so close to hitting me from behind as he belted by me! Still, it didn’t bother me… much!
I arrived at the Medical Practice and made my way inside to the reception desk. Where the lady smiled at me and welcomed me like I was a long lost Grandfather! That cheered me up! ♥
I got seated and started the crossword puzzles. A chap sat next to me, amiably started a confab, and we had a laugh or two, and he even got a couple of clues in the crossword for me. By gad, it’s good to get out and about on days like this! After a while, Dr Vindla came out to collect me.
Her first words when we got in the treatment room, was: “I’ve not seen you for while!” But instant reply (Made with a grin on my face!) was, “Have you tried to get an appointment to see yourself?” She retorted cleverly with; “Well, I can see your not dead yet!” With an even bigger smile than mine was! Gawd, I love that woman’s sense of humour!
We went through the problems I am having. And the results were; She sent me to the nurse for a sample and four blood tests. She’ll let me know when the results come back.
She contacted the Chemist for me and afterwards told me the prescription will arrive this Saturday. I pointed out that I only have a day-and-a-half of medications left, and it is four days until Saturday? I reminded her of the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, had left me without any for five days last month, and ventured that this may be part of my problems suffered? She got on the phone back to the Chemist, asked for the Pharmacist, and had a word with him, as I left to go to the nurse’s room.
As I came out after the marathon blood-letting session with the friendly new-to-me nurse, who I had in tucks telling her the names I’ve given my ailments, Dr Vindla came to me and told me that the Chemist is on the way here (The Medical Practice) now, with this month’s prescriptions! Now that is real service, bless her cotton socks!
I was over the moon! (Not literal, you understand?) I chatted to the receptionist between patient for a few minutes, and a pretty girl arrived, with the bag of goodies for me! She had written down for me, the date of the next ones was due. 9th March. I thanked her, and feeling cared for, and in high spirits, I thanked everyone again, and departed, whistling to myself, I think!
Unfortunately, as is usual when I start to get confidence or contented, something puts me back. In this case, I wobbled a bit going out of the car park and clouted my already Rheumatoid Arthur Itis suffering right knee against the brick wall, as I stopped myself going over. But hey, I wasn’t too bothered, its only pain! Hahaha! My gay-abandonment was only dented temporarily! I turned left, and, more limpingly than normal, made my way to the Lidl store down the road.
I was greeted there in true Lidl fashion, ignored! I ended up at the self -serve checkouts with, Fabric softener, a tin of garden peas, bin liner bags, Salt & Vinegar potato snacks, grated cheese and German smoked ham. I paid up, and out to the bus stop. Where I had another close call with a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist! Caught one to Sherwood, crossed the road.
Up the incline to the bus shelter, a ganglet of Winwoodonians were gathered. Some chit-chatting, sarcastic comment and light insults were shared. Hehehe! They chinwagged on the short trip up the hill back to the flats. Jenny, Nora, Frank and others.
The knees were bad now, and a chap must have seen me struggling with the trolley, and assisted me off of the bus. I fang you! As I limped through the Winwood Court social area, a lady must have read this blog and assured me that she would not be rude to me. Handing over the new frying pan incident). Bless her. ♥
I could not catch up with Nora and Frank en route to Woodthorpe Court. And, Nora is 91 years of age, still beautiful and a dignified lady! ♥
I went up in the next free list with Betty. We enjoyed a natter, mind.
I got in the apartment, and unloaded purchases, and put them away. Not a lot, but apart from the garden peas, everything else was actually needed, so I did well with not overshopping, I thought.
Arthur Itis was even worse than earlier, now. Mmm? Why though?
I got the prescriptions checked and stored away in the medical drawers. The dates on the PillMate blister packs were still wrong. 17th January. The dates on the individual packs were February 6th? But the voted 3rd best Chemist in Nottingham, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, are at least catching up, slowly.
Got some mushroom and garden peas on the cook, and started the oven warming up for the chips later. And made a start on updating this blog.
Fatigued soon set in! So, I stopped on the blogging, got the chips in the oven, and got the handwashing done, rung and hung!
Then sorted the nosh. Bit of a feast, but I made too much of it for the stomach to cope with. (Again!) The waste bin took care of the uneaten stuff. Regarding the potato and cheese croquettes from Iceland, don’t bother trying them, folks!
Overall a taste-rating of 5/10 for this one.
I did the washing up and took a snap from the unwanted, light & view-blocking, photography hatingly designed with wide sticking out ledges so one cannot see below, thick-framed new kitchen windows. I was going to take one from the new balcony, but the incoming ice, snow and rain from Storm Ciara, had left water beneath the floor planks, and the crumbling wall plaster has fallen off in bits, gone under the wood in the stagnant water, and is beginning to smell a bit now. The picture didn’t come out too bad.
Aha! The TV was back on! At the bus stop earlier, one of the gals told me that the Fire Sprinkler installation crew had accidentally cut the communal cable. I thought as much! Still, obviously, they have now, three days later, got it repaired. Not that I mind really honestly. Falling asleep watching DVDs in just as easy to do. Hahaha!
I got the ox on and started to watch a documentary, no, I’m wrong. It was The Dog Rescuers, on channel 54. I was doing well and stayed awake for the whole of the first part, then the advertisements came on… Zzzz!
01:10hrs: I can’t claim to have woken up this morning cause all I did was repeatedly have a couple of minutes nod-off, woke, mused, and did it again, and again, and aga…, well, you get the picture. Another almost sleepless night! Thus, I am not up to much this morning. Not that I am on many mornings. Haha!
I dismounted the grossly uncomfortable, £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, only Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were any hassle, up to now. No Dizzy Dennis or Duodenal Donald bother.
As I grabbed the stick and gingerly made my way to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), I knocked some stuff off of the Ottoman. The wee-wee was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) standard. But a warm feeling of appreciation for and off Jenny’s perfect saving gift of the picker-upperer blossomed, and after the leak, retrieving the fallen things was easy-peasy!
As I limped to the kitchen, Saccades Sandra played up, and I almost dropped the bucket. But it only lasted a few seconds, thankfully. But losing vision for any length of time is scary! I got the kettle on.
As I bleached and cleaned the GPWWB, I pondered on what I need to tell the Doctor about on Wednesday’s visit to the surgery. The Saccades, the falls, my sleep deprivation, the dizzies, the Warfarin, the memory-loss… so much to remember, I must write it down later. Mustn’t forget the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, who left me with no medications for five days last month! That’ll make her day, and me very popular, I bet! Oh, dearie me!Hehe!
Come think of it, I’ll just check to see how many blisters of tablets are left to use. Back in a bit.
I’m back. Only three days of tablets left in the blister pack!
But just as worrying, on a close look at the label, these tablets, that were delivered five days late by Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, on about 5th February. They have the date of 27/12/2019 printed on the ticket of all four blister-packs!
Am I missing something here? Are Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA losing it as well as me? I’d better start asking around so I can change chemist for getting my prescriptions. See who the others use and what they are like. Although I have heard complaints about Boots and Lloyds locally. Oh, dear, all confused again now, and the day hasn’t started yet – and I have Josie’s meal to sort out…
I’m getting myself in a pickle, a panic-attack? Head is spinning, Anne Gyna suddenly giving me proper gip! Dizzy Dennis and a sort of ‘out-of-it’ sensation for half an hour or so. Sweating. I sat down, and did nothing, apart from fretting and worrying as a thought Storm Ciara began. Yet, for these few minutes of mental confusion, I still heard the Hum.
Then as I was coming back to reality, that’s not the word, but still, the howling winds of the start of storm Ciara reached us, there was an unbelievably loud gale, I thought I’d take a photo, not that you can picture wind, but still, I snapped a shot in Night Landscape mode. It was as if the funny turn had not happened, I felt placidly chirpy in myself! I did struggle when I opened the window, though, took all my limited strength to stop the thing rattling against the inner recess wall.
This decided me, no more external photos to be taken from the window again, at least until Ciara had finished with us.
Now I was perplexed even further. I discovered I’m made the tea and drank it, and the mug was in the washing up bowl? But can’t remember doing so.
Anyway, I made another brew of Glenghettie tea, and it tasted so good. This may have been because I’d just come out of a funny-turn? Dizzy Dennis had cleared, Duodenal Donald got far less bothersome, only Anne Gyna was still at me with venom she’s not used for months. I took the medications. A demand, from the suddenly erupting innards for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised, quickly arrived! I made a wobbly, but hasty rush to the wet room.
Well, this session soon brought my spirits back down! It was horrible, sat there, in agony with trying to pass from the rear, with Anne Gyna stabbing at my torso repeatedly. It was even a longer session than the last one, and positively more painful! Phuff! I got cleaned up and medicated. At least there was only a little blood from Little Inchy and the rear end. Must cling to the good things!
To the accompaniment of Storm Ciara’s gales outside, I got on the computer and sat quietly for a moment reflecting on the day so far. It’s been a cracker up to now. Highs and lows intermingling. I started of on CorelDraw to do a page top graphic for today, Sunday’s blog. It took me far too long, and Anne Gyna was not easing off yet.
I got the graphic done and took one extra ramipril hypertension, capsule. I might ask Dr Vindla is she might again prescribe me some Nitroglycerin, as itcomes as a sublingual tablet to take under the tongue. Although I seem to recollect, there was some reason for her taking me off of them a few years ago?
I needed the graphic for this post, and uploaded it, then started to write the blog, and realised I had not updated yesterdays (Saturdays) yet! Boy, am I in a state today! So, I got on with doing so. Poor old thing, what next to try and test this old befuddled brain of mine?
So I got the post updating done! Then went on the TFZer Facebooking page. Then the WordPress Reader section.
Got the ablutions tended to. So many dropsies, it’s impossible to remember them all. Humph!
I made up and took the five black bags to the rubbish chute.
Then back to get wrapped up, ready to go to the Winwood Court, to take some photographicalisations. The timing should enable me to have an hour or so for the trip, which will mean I can get back in time but may have to rush a bit, to get Josie’s meal cooked in time.
There is a pictorial story of today’s trip to Winwood Court:
Through link corridor
Into the lifts up to therooftop
Winwood, windswept rain soaked roof
From doorway, Woodthorpe Court
For the first time ever, I met someone in the top lounge. A new resident in Winwood and his visiting son. We had a chinwag, it was nice to talk to someone on a Sunday. The lad was playing some Vera Lynne music on the record player, lovely! I went out to take the photos above, but dare not venture too far, or the wind would have had me off the roof!
I came back in, and found I had taken a little longer than planned (Nattering? Hehe!) So I got in the elevator and back down and to Woodthorpe Court, camera at the ready.
Link passage home to Woodthorpe Court
I got to the postage-stamp-sized apartment and spotted the glass bottles I’d meant to take with me. So down again to the recycling bin with them.
Bottles on the walker-guide and out through the lobby doors
Just around the corner, the wind nearly had me over!
The El Greco style handywork of the fire-alarm setting off workers, was natty!
THe luxurious Woodtorpe Court lobby
I got to the lift, and as usual, if I am wanting the elevator on the twelfth floor, both cages will be on the ground floor, visa-versa, and they will be on high levels! Tsk! Every time!
I got in the flat and started on my neighbour’s Sunday meal. The mobile came to life, it was Sister Jane, but the connection was very broken, she could obviously not hear me, cause Jane persisted talking and I could not make out anything she was saying, a moment later, the connection cut out. I’ll rig her back after I’ve delivered Josie’s nosh. I made battered cod, mushrooms, garden peas, tomatoes, Marmite and a Babybell mini cheese, the Coronation Mayonaisse Tuna, and some cheesy-buttery potato mash, I know she likes that the way I do it. Cause she told me so. Haha!
I got it delivered a couple of minutes before midday. With a lemon yoghourt and can of pink gin & tonic for the gal.
I wished her happy eating and back to get the washing up done. All that Red Leicester cheese and Lurpak butter, just don’t want to leave the mixing bowl, fork or spoon, does it! Frogglemoths!
I got on with putting the photographs on this blog. Then as I was putting the braised beef and onion gravy in the pan to cook, Storm Ciara got a bit nastier, and the rain had come through the windows and frames of the new unwanted balcony, the slats were soaked through, and by the time I’d taken these phots’s, I was also soaked through! Cholericalisations!
The wind was making the raindrops ping against the glass, the balcony door was letting in the water too! The chap in the luxury lounge on Winwood Court’s rooftop, told me they expect the rain and windy storm to last for three days? Oh, heck!
After drying myself off, I thought I could smell burning. Panic-Defcon-Two Engaged! I shot into the kitchen, but everything seemed okay, then I realised my Accifauxpa! I’d turned on the wrong hob, and one of the new saucepans, with nothing in it, was emitting a fair amount of steam! I got some water in it and let it cool down. I don’t know yet if the last rites will be needed. Crabs and Grobblecraps – Dangwangling
Dangwangles, damn and blast!
I got the beef cooking in the proper pan this time. Fed-up? Me? I was so tired now, I thought I may have difficulty in keeping awake to eat the ‘feast on a tray!
I’d put of the Sicilian Extra Special West Country yoghourt in a dish to have for afters. Fearing it might be too sweet, but the only way to find out was to eat it. Hehe!
I got my casserole braised beef done. After the meat was cooked, everything else was by then well-overcooked. I hate myself at times! I got it laid out on the tray, and boy the casserole looked good, and it smelt great. This overcooking stuff and it turns out alright seems to suit me down to the ground. It was all delicious!
I wallowed in the flavour and falling asleep was forgotten about while I was eating it, all of it, up! Taste Rating 9.25/10! I even got the gravy right! The dessert was not too sweet at all, tangy, zesty tasting with loads of cream. Mmm!
I got the things in the washing up bowl to soak, took the medications and settled down perched on the second-hand, on-its-last-legs recliner, now in search of some shut-eye!
The imperative of watching some TV was, I thought, guaranteed to send me off into the land of nod. But No! The Freeview had more channels off than on-air; 60% of those still showing were pixelating and with crackling noises, and even the rest of the channels kept going warped on and off! I ended up after a deal of faffing about, with only channels 81 and 47 being watchable. However, at least channel 47 had some Ramsay Nightmare Kitchens for me to view, and these are usually assured of sending me off to kip. But No!
For the door chimes chirped – I thought it might be the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, who left me with no medications for five days last month, actually delivering the medicines on time. Hahaha… what a pratt! I struggled limpingly to the door. It was a bloke asking for Jennifer? I told him the situation, but could not help him with a Jennifer. I wondered if he had got the wrong Court, and he looked bemused. I explained about the confusing set up here that there is Winchester Court at the start of the complex, then the Extra-Care Winwood Court in between Winchester Court and this one at the end, Woodthorpe Court. They are collectively called Winwood Heights! An understanding frown creased his forehead. I think he needed the Extra Care Winwood Court. He thanked me, and off he trudged.
Back to my recliner, to watch some Ramsay rubbish. But No! I was soon off into the blessed slumberland… but not for long!
♫ “I only want to be with you! ♫ Chimed out, repeatedly! I was struggling to get out of the recliner, and it took me ages to get Arthur Itis to free his knees so I could hobble to answer the door. There was no let-up on the ♫ “I only want to be with you! ♫ Chimings. Someone was desperate to wake me up and get a hold of me? Finally, I got to the door. It was Josie, returning the meal tray and things. She handed me a dish of green salad. Bless her, the times I’ve asked her not to call late makes no difference at all. But no animosity was stirred. Like when she forgets to tell me she is going out with her Sister and lets me make a meal for her, then worry about if Josie is inside poorly or not, she had forgotten about my asking her not to call late again.
But hey, how could I take umbrage at this, when I’m not exactly a good rememberer myself, and get just as confused as Josie does? No problem! I was a little irked at being woken up again, mind, but it can’t be helped with us old folk and our mutual forgetfulness, and obliviousness moments.
Back into the recliner. Although, as tired as I was, sleep once more resisted me. Gawd knows when I eventually got into the land of slumber. But I woke up feeling shattered!
01:30hrs: I woke to the blasting noise of the ‘Hum’, involuntarily passed wind, in somehow, with difficulty, hastened bumblingly to the wet room, and the Porcelain Throne. Only barely arriving in time again!
This was one of the more painful varieties of evacuation. Auto-starting and the movement flowed, well crept so slowly and hurtfully, but there was no forcing or stopping it! One had to just sit there writhing in agony until it was over! And believe me, it felt like hours before it did so! Probably just a couple of minutes, though. I go into detail, as a warning to younger folk, get your Pancreas (the whole system really) checked at the first signs of struggling or blood! I didn’t, so more fool me, too late now! But not for you whippersnappers out there! Please!
We Apologise for the interrupted broadcast – Normal Inchcock Service is now Resumed!
Very messy, I needed a lot of cleaning and medication afterwards, but this is all to be expected nowadays. Off to the kitchen, to get the kettle on, important things first. Haha! I took the medications, then made the brew, Glenghettie Gold, an absolutely fantastic first cup of the day brew! I took a snap from the window of the morning view.
On with the updating of the Friday post. All done for 06:00hrs. I made a start on this blog, which took hours to get to this stage. Yes, Saccades Sandra and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley were both playing me up. Tsk!
I stopped to have some brekkers. I considered delving into the giant pot of luxury Sicilian Lemon layered yoghourt. (Rich British Cream and a zesty Sicilian lemon compote!) but I resisted this time. Although it was a close call, I almost weakened! (Wish I had, now!)
I opted for some Crunchy Nut flakes instead. I enjoyed them immensely, with no guilt showing up whatsoever! Washed the dish and cutlery, and was feeling tired now. But all my concentration would be needed now!
Then a right big marathon session on the WordPress Reader and the TFZer Facebooking. (In between wee-weeing and making mugs of tea. Har-har!) This took me five hours! Almost time to get my head down!
I had to go on CorelDraw then, to make up some graphic headers to use. More time lost, but I did enjoy doing it. Then went on the TFZer Facebooking. Another pleasurable, but time-consuming exercise! Midway through the graphicationalisationing, I took some shots of the sky, when I went to make a mug of tea.
Back to the computer, but things were not good with SAccades-Sandra. I didn’t lose any vision entirely, like yesterday, but focussing was too much of a hassle. So, I gave up, turned everything off, and checked to see if anything was on the Gogglebox worth watching. And there was!
I got a quick nosh prepared. Got some McCains chips in the oven. Mini pork and pickle pork pies on the plate. Made up some Dagwood style wholemeal roll type sarnies, buttered with sliced tomatoes, and got the chips (fries) added.
Delicious! Wish I put more chips in the oven now. Hehe! A flavour rating of 7.4/10!
I got settled in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, grotty-gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, rescued from the tip, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. That xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, for safe-keeping! (I still haven’t got all of the money back yet, eight-months later).
The TV viewing was interrupted severely, by my constant going into either a Thought-Storm, my acquisition of a new to me, ‘Blankness’ where I imagined what could have been, and regretted what had been, or having a few minutes kip very occasionally.
I sort of ended staring blankly at the TV screen, but the brain was not interested, it would sooner drift off into thoughts of failures, mistakes, errors and sillyosities I had committed over the years. Sleep was not an option, and I had no choice but to listen to my own mind, as it waffled on to me…
Horrible, almost sleepless night again.
Help!
Oh, I don’t know though, losing one’s marbles seems to suit me. It’s not as bad as I feared.
