Inchcockum – Saturday 4th July 2020: Slowly downhill as the day went on. Humph!

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Saturday 4th June 2020

Zulu: NgoMgqibelo 4th June 2020

02:30hrs: My first hodiernal thought on moving my legs as I stirred into mock-life, was: “Why after days of the knees being so kind to me, has Arthur Itis suddenly returned with a vengeance? Then I realised what a silly question this was.

I reached for the tube of Phorpain 20% that  I keep expeditiously at the ready on the Ottoman for any bother with the knees or hands (Cramps or Arthur Itis). And massaged a dollop of it into both patellas areas. The hands, fingers and wrists got jealous at this I think, and they kicked of, so they were given the treatment as well.

No sooner had I done the embrocations, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, although not with any real urgency this time. So, I freed my laboriously, wobbly stomached body and skinny limbs from the c 1968, none-working recliner, and off into the kitchen, and made-up and took another dose of the Macrogol. Then to the wet room.

The evacuation started of its own accord but soon got stuck part-way again. Tsk! I grabbed the crossword book, and painfully waited for the pain-plus to start, when it began moving again. Eurgh, argh, and other antagonistic words were uttered, but things moved swiftly then. I think last nights double-dose of the laxative must have helped things along. But it was far from painless yet!

A good wash and wipe around, and off back to the kitchenette. Where I tended to the Health Checks. Starting with the usual sphygmomanometerisationing. The results looked good enough for me. The stick thermometer showed up as ‘Low’. I had another sachet of Macrogol, then made a brew of Glengettie Gold.

And took a couple of shots of the morning view. The first one on ‘P’ setting, but I had no idea what it stood for, but it came out in a different aspect-ratio, almost square? The other I did in ‘Auto’ setting, but it didn’t come out very well. But I don’t know if the Canon has a night setting, like the Nokia has, no, I mean Nikon has. That tells me on the viewer screen what it is set to when I change the settings.

I got on the computer and started jumping around from CorelDraw to the blog and back. I got myself a bit confused at times and forgot things I should have been doing. So I made myself concentrate on the updating of yesterday’s blog, and nothing else.

I went to make a mug of Extra-Strong Assam tea, and took a snap with the Canon, having changed the aspect on the settings, to 16:9. This is the resulting photo of the oh, so blue morning clouds. The wind was getting up, and just like yesterday, the damned ‘Hum’ got a lot louder. It must be terrible for anyone with normal hearing.

I got my pins up on the small swivel chair and gave the knees another dose of Phorpain Gelling. Arthur Itis is in a bad mood now! But other than the knees, the rest of the legs were looking in good condition suddenly. No Clopidogrel lumps and blotches at all. The veins seem to have mostly gone down from the surface? It’s all most confusing.

Posting his pools coupon before he won the £250,000. The next week, the Lottery!

Back to the updating, and pressed on until the blog was finished. Emailed the links, and had a message from Brother-in-Law, Pete. He’s not a born communicator, Hehe!  It read: “Thanks Gerry, enjoyed that! (the funny advice for him) “Resting today after all the testing and trials yesterday; they even took my DNA!” I warned him he’ll be trouble now if they give it to the Police Database. Haha! So glad he’s coping with it so well. Great!

Mind you, the chemotherapy treatment he’s been warned will mean a good chance he will lose his hair. The thought of looking like me, he was not at all keen on! I can’t blame him either, Hahaha!

I went to get the ablutions sorted out, and a decent session it was, too!

  • The teeth cleaning went with only a couple of dropsies, and no cut!
  • You may not believe this, but the shaving did have a few dropsies, but No Cuts!
  • The getting dressed, well that might be better not being mentioned. Dropsies, knocking stuff off of the cabinet, Dizzy Dennis, and a tumble getting the PP’s on. Sadly, not the best part of the session!

Hey-ho! I’ve had plenty of worse wash-ups. At least my magnificent torso glistened! Hahaha!

Then the intercom chimed and lit, admitted the chap, and the Iceland man cometh to the door. He dropped the carriers in the doorway for me. I slipped him a can of G & T, he said thanks, and off he trotted. I got the bags through to the kitchen and noticed the rather large pack of Quavers. 24 packets! How had I bought that size?

I got the fresh stuff out first. Checked to see if they had like Morrisons did and added any free maggots or insects with them. But no! They had selected bruised apples though. I tried one of the red seedless, grapes. I’d not tried these before, Egyptian, but they were okay. The mushrooms didn’t have too much dirt one them either.

The fresh pork Shoulder steaks looked lean enough, but the label with the instructions was damaged. The BBQ ribs box was also in a right torn state. The fish strips that should have been frozen were well soft!

I got the pork into the crockpot there and them, when I realised how warm they were to the touch.

The antiperspirant spray felt so light, I wondered if there was any in it? I’m sure the kitchen towel rolls were even less filled than last week?

Have Morrisons and Iceland both got something against me? The Swine! Ah, well, enough food in to last for ages now.

I set about making up the waste bags and replacing new ones in all the bins. I got them on the three-wheeler walker guide and took them out the waste chute down to the waste bins.

I had a bit of an unfortunate incident, getting into the chute room. I let the door slip while holding it open to get the trolley in. (Strong closing spring). The toes got crushed between the trolly wheel and the closing door! Swear? Me? Gangleboggleisations!

I got the bags dropped down the chute, and returned, even more limpingly back to the apartment. Only to find I had missed taking two carriers with me to the chute! Swear? Me?

I gathered the carriers and took them to the waste room again. Bungle-Grumplewuncks! I just used the walking stick this time and, oh, so carefully made it there and back safely.

Getting late now. I concentrated of getting this blog started off, up to here.

Checked the pork and mushrooms, added some canned garden peas to the mushrooms, and went on the WordPress Reader section.

Rechecked the food cooking, then went on Facebooking.

Noshing preparation time! The pork shoulder slices didn’t look very appetising, but by-gum they tasted fine. The fries, peas and tomatoes were alright, too.

I tucked into it, and think I enjoyed them.

Most annoyingly, I had a blank-spell. I came round an hour or so later (I think), with the TV on? At the side of me was a tablet dish, that was empty, so I assumed I’d taken the evening medications. Then thought I’d better check with the pods. I got out of the recliner and found my balance was not good. Off to the kitchen, with the greatest of care.

I found the pots and saucepans had all been washed and dried, the evening tablet pod was empty, so I’d taken them anyway. I’d turned off the taps and cooker. And Shoulder- Shuddering-Shirley started energetically giving me what for.

I got back down in the recliner and must have got up three or four times. With concerns and worries over, had I turned the tap off in the wet room? Was the door left unlocked, etc.? There was no chance of any kip at this stage, the mind was buzzing with inconsequentialities. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley made sure that any sleep I got was only for a few minutes, as she regularly did her best to dislodge the glenohumeral joint.

Lousy night!

Inchcockski – Tue 23 June 2020: Things started well enough – then Code-Red, Warfarin acuologist duties demanded!

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Tuesday 23rd June 2020

Myanmar (Burmese) အင်္ဂါနေ့ 23 ဇွန် 2020

03:35hrs: I woke, and almost automatically heaved my massive, ponderosity of a stomached torso, free of the recliner. It all went so well? Well, apart from it taking a while for the brain to join with my volumingargantuan body into activity.

As I made my way hobblingly to the wet room for an  SWWW (Sprinkly-Weak-Wee-Wee), I noticed that Arthur Itis’s knees, were again not very hurtful, just remarkably stiff, and lumpy. The feet and uncut toenails were still painful.

This was when I realised I’d made a cock-up yesterday, in forgetting to ask Supermodel and Warden, Obergruppenführeress Deana, to call the clinic and Dentist for me! Thunderbogworthy Idiot! Washed my hands and contact points wiped with antiseptic, and off to the kitchen.

Took a shot of the morning view, and made a brew, caramelised biscuits, I ate a few. Hehehe! Then, it was the Health Checks to do.

The sphygmomanometer worked on the first try. The results were okay. The Sys was a tad high, but it’s been much higher in the last week. The thermometer gave me a real reading this time, 68.5°.

I made a mental note of what needed cleaning and sorting attentions in the kitchen. (I doubt if there was much commitment, though!) To the computer and got started on updating the Monday post.

For the whole time I was doing the updating, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, failed only twice! Mind you, the twitching from the most annoying Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley was an ominous sign. She’s back, and building up, ready to create havoc at a later time. Trust me on this!

The morning had brightened up! The sky was cloudless, which means something, but I can’t remember what it is.  (Haha!)

I limped to the kitchen again; unfortunately, I used the multi-pronged walking stick!

As I was making a brew of Glengettie tea, a painful Accifauxpa took place. Argh! I caught the standing upright four-pronged walking stick, as I returned from getting the milk from the fridge, it went over, I couldn’t stop it in time with the milk in my hand, and the handle part of the stick landed right on my right foot’s little toe! Gluglegnatsworth!

Grumbles and silently swore a little, then back to the computer. Then I went on the WordPress Reader section. Later on Winwood Heights and TFZer Facebooking.

It looks like it might warm up a bit later. The sun is breaking through now.

Yet another decentish ablutioning session! Not all good, mind, of course. Doing the teeth and it restarted Toothache Thomas off. A few dropsies here and there. No dizzies suffered in the shower! Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley and Saccades Sandra tried to get me going, but I wasn’t going to have it today! No cuts shaving! Doing the medicating went injury-less, (A couple of dropsies, mind) I got dressed without any bother as well! Smug-Mode-Defcon-2 Adopted!

The pins looked like the veins were about to erupt again, in the feet as well. Still, can’t complain, they’ve been pretty good for several days. To say this morning they looked so pale, they had got some colour now. This might be because of the hot shower?

Out, and sorted some waste bags and took them to the chute. Back to the flat, and took an extra painkiller. Toothache Thomas was throbbing again. Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, and let it cool before eating it, no, I mean drinking, to avoid bothering the tooth.

Answered some comments on WordPress, and the landline burst forth. It was Lab-top Dancer, ILC and Warden, Unterscharführeress Deana, doing her weekly check to see if I am still alive (Hahaha!). I asked although I struggled with Stuttering Stephanie; if Deana could help me with the Flat Insurance renewal paperwork and ringing them. I meant to ask her if she’d mind ringing the Sherwood Health Centre as well, to see if the foot lady is cutting nails again yet, but I was having a job getting my words out and forgot to ask. Bless, she’s coming later sometime to help with the insurance, I must remember then.

I went on CorelDraw to make up some much-needed graphics. After an hour or so, and one graphics being done, I went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. I reckon that Thompsons tastes even better when drunk from this particular mug. No idea why, though.

As I was trying to take the hump out of the carpet, the intercom flashed and I even heard it today! Despite the ‘Horrible Hum’ outside and all around, having started to get louder than ever. Another Mystery!

The new to me, phlebotomy nurse introduced herself, and she was soon up at the flat door. She straightened the carpet for me, bless her. Took the blood, and I offered her a can of G&T, in thanks and appreciation. Which she refused at first. Until she saw it was not lemonade, but a tin of Looch (Gin & Tonic), being well mannered, I offered the lady a low cal or ordinary one. A lovely nurse, I took to her straight away. She was in a rush, as they all are, sadly nowadays. She’d been delayed with having trouble finding the flats, bless her.

Back to the CorelDrawing. Didn’t get far, but another one more done.

An early nosh was prepared. Fries, Frankfurters, crispy onions, potato salad, tomatoes, and a few left-over new potatoes. Lemon mousse, and an apple pie.

Very toothsome! Flavour rating 7.5/10.

Washed the pots and got down to watch the TV. 

Within minutes, I was off and into the land of Sweet Morpheous! Marvellous!

Sometime later, I’m not sure when the Landline flashed and sounded. I struggled out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, not working, rickety recliner and over to the landline. Stuttering Stephanie was with me, so much repeated questions for clarification from me, followed. It a lady from the Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis Unit, about the Warfarin INR test level results: I did find it hard to hear and understand, but I wrote things down as she told me, and checked with the lady afterwards.

  • I was at 1.1, well below the 3,5 bar.
  • She checked that I had some ready-filled Enoxaparin hypodermics to hand, which I had. I am to inject one straight away tonight, another in the morning and tomorrow night.
  • Take 2½ Warfarin now, and then in the morning and the following night.
  • Another INR test will be arranged for Wednesday or Thursday.

I thanked the lady, rang off, and went to take the Warfarin and inject the Enoxaparin. A bit dodgy on my feet.

The date on the hypo was ‘Use by the end of June 2020!’

The injection into the large, wobbly, fearsome stomach was done. The 2½ Warfarins taken. I had to use the left hand, dare not risk Nicodemus or Shoulder Shuddering Shirley playing up if I tried with the right mitt.

Took a shot of the evening sky, and for the life of me, I could not find the Nikon camera lens cover I’d just taken off! I spent ages searching, I knew it had to be in the kitchen somewhere. But, failing to find it, I investigated in the other room, no luck, of course! Crankiness!

I even looked in the wet room and hallway, just in case I’m had a blank-moment. While perusing, I found an official-looking letter on the floor near the door! It was from Her Majesties Government. One, I assume sent to all of her subjects. I gave up the search for the lens cover and read the four pages. Which left me more confused than ever, apart from clarifying that those at high risk of death from Coronvirus, can go out again, keeping to the advice given in the letter, from August 1st.

Not much chance of getting back to sleep now. The mind all active (and confused), I went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea…

As I plugged in the kettle, there right in front of me, was the Nikon lens, on a hob on the cooker! Glunglegnatsworth!

I settled back into the c1968, sickenly beige coloured recliner. And got my feet up, to air and ease the cruelly uncut Howard Hughes style toenails.

I soon realised that sleep was not going to come.

The deep vein Arterial Thrombosis, Spider veins, and spider veins were coming out to play again. 

Ah, well, I’ve had a couple of decent nights kips in, so no complaints. I just hope I’ve got the messages right from the hospital about the INR doses.

Although it took ages to get off into the land of nod, when I did get there, it was peaceful and uninterrupted for four hours straight.

TTFNski folks!

Inchcock – Friday 19th June 2020: Becoming a meconophagist appealled to me today. Hehe!

TFZer Mary

Friday 19th June 2020

Latin: 19 Lunii Veneris MMXX

Hope things are good and you’re okay!

03:30hrs: I bestirred, in need of a wee-wee. Detached my lumberous body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, caught my balance, and woggled over to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket). Having a WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode wee-wee. Then I stumbled my way to the kitchen.

But returned to the front room, to put some pain-gel on the toes, avoiding yesterday’s toe-stubbing blister. I took these poor quality pictures after the treatment.

Back into the kitchen. The light showery rain was falling, although it doesn#t show in this picture, it was coming from behind the building. I got the kettle on the boil and dug out the medicines and Health-Test Kit.

The medication pods The BP readings were little different from yesterdays. Sys was up, Dia and the pulse about the same as yesterday. The temperature showed up just ‘Low’.

I nearly made a silly blunder, and almost gave myself an Enoxaparin injection, that is not due until tomorrow. It was a close thing. Phew! I felt almost proud of myself for remembering in time. A smug-mode was engaged!

Moments later, when I took the medications out of the pod-pack, the static on the plastic cover, brought all the tablets out stuck against it, and they fell to the floor. Spreading the eight tablets to all four corners of the flipping kitchen! Grumph and Grobbleknangles!  The recently acquired Smug-Mode, dissipated!

By the time I’d gathered up the offending tablets and capsules, with all the bending down, the uncut toenails were stinging, and Back-Pain-Brenda had made herself known to me. Silver-Lining Search Result: At least I found them all! I gave them a dusting and took them.

As I poured the tea, I recognised that Arthur Itis’s knees were in the same state as they were yesterday, just stiff, but not overly painful at all. The showers overnight, and drizzle this morning, along with a delightful smell of petrichor is a sign of a storm brewing; or at least heavy rain is on the way. I know, I said the same yesterday, but I’ve got to get it right eventually. Hahaha!

I went to the wet room for another wee-wee. At least it was of a different type. An SSPG (Short-Sharp-Painful-Grey) variety. Not many folks have wee-wees that morph into a different colour and power each time. Humph! Washed and wiped the contact points, then off to the computer.

The concentration was difficult despite my being in a willing mood. No particular reason as far as I could tell, but it took me yonks get aa template for today done, then the updating of Thursday’s post. Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kept having a go at me, but at least Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter failure was rare for once.

It was the concentrating, articulating, emphasising and funnelling, optimising actions as needed that I found so hard. Also, I kept changing tasks and got lost as to what I was doing before. However, I finally got both jobs finished. I felt a little wishy-washy in the head then. Why? Gawd knows!

I went on Facebooking but gave up when I realised how the time had flashed by.

Off to get the ablutions tended to, back in a while. I hope

Oh, dearie me! Not one of my easiest of ablutionalisationing sessions! The legs looked like they were about to transmogrify again. Arthur Itis’s knees were a bit bloated, but as I said earlier, not bothersome really?

The teggies were painful to clean, with Toothache Terence making his presence know.

The shaving went much better today. A couple of razor dropsies, one dropped the shaving foam once.  Only one lone little cut.

Now, the showering… Gragglespitgurgle & Tsk! A few of the ailments had a frenzied festival of fun with me!

Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and over I went. Hitting the shower chair, but avoiding going all the way to the floor.  I got my lower right arm entangled with the metal Sock-Glide frame, as I reached out to prevent a full self-body slam. Arglebonkangony! The bruises came up quick.

This slowed me down a bit, I took extra-care after, in case another ‘one-legged Jive’  came on again. They don’t usually come on close to each other, but this one made me bit nervous. Still, apart from the pain, by the time I got around to finishing showering and onto the towelling, I was feeling much easier and more confident. Then…

As I was getting the creams for Harold’s Haemorrhoids, Arthur’s knees cream, Earhole Eric’s Olive Oil and Little Inchies fungal lesion cream; Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had a go at me. I dropped the Olive oil, and Phorpain Gel. I calmy and unexcitedly, got the picker-upperer, turned back, and trod on the Olive Oil pot! Thus, it burst open, giving the poorly stubbed toe some gip, and spreading over the WC mat. Which now needs cleaning! Cribblebogsanagonies!

Crying was on option, but I resisted it!

Then went on the WordPress Reader.

I got the walker-guide trolley and popped down to the caretaker’s domain, with some bags of recyclables and waste. Took the two snaps below while I was down there. The first one of the dead-end of Chestnut Walk, the none in the opposite direction towards Winchester Street.

Back to the apartment, and I made a restart on this post.

Just before midday, I made my way down again, to visit the Mobile Shop. Apple pies, tomatoes and a loaf of bread were purchased.

I came back inside and up again to the apartment. Well, alright then, the flat. Hahaha!

Got the nosh prepared. Easy-peasy meal. A tin of chopped tomatoes, pork frankfurters, mushrooms and bread from the mobile shop. To follow, a lemon mousse (thanks Jenny), an apple and an apple pie!

I recall washing up and settling down to watch a replay football match.


That’s it. When I nodded off, I’ve no idea, so I don’t know what sleep I got in.

But in the morning, I noticed I’d miss the evening medications.

Inchcock – Wednesday 17th June 2020: Lots of lucubrationing, fretting and failures today!

Wednesday 17th June 2020

Serbian: Среда, 17 Jуна 2020

03:00hrs: I stirred into life, with a raging headache. For a moment or two, I lay gathering what senses I could.  Then traces of the dream I’d been having, came back to me, in some detail too! I grabbed the pen and notepad from the Ottoman, and scribbled down the finer points, as the memories faded again. Later, when I get a chance, I’ll go through them and let you know what real insanity I dreamt of.

The need of the Porcelain Throne arrived, and I disentangled my ultra-thin limbs, and overly-stomached, flabby belly from the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner. I got up on my feet and caught my balance without much bother at all. (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) Got the stick, and off to the wet room.

Without a doubt, this Porcelain Throne session was the easiest I’ve passed in many a month! But it was a messy one. Took no time at all, but cleaning up afterwards was a long, unpleasant job. Ah-well, can’t win ’em all! Still, the feet were looking a smidge better now. Not the Howard Hughes toes, though!

Sanitised and refreshed, I poddled off to the kitchen…

  Where I found the freezer door ajar! I closed it as quickly as I could. But it must have been opened for several hours. I dare not open it again yet. I’m praying some of the stuff will be useable when refrozen. Not that I am not expecting to be able to use much of the produce in it when I do. Just hope for the best. It is cram-packed full in there – and the possibility of my having to throw it all away. Bagging the waste-material into small bags so that they will fit in the tiny opening in the waste-chute. Too many trips to and from the room. Bending to get the stuff out, all put me on a bit of a downer. And I was hoping for a better day today, less stress, fewer incidents… Fool!

The fog had descended. There’s not much of a view outside this morning. I got the medicalisationing equipment out to do the Health Checks. I dropped the stick thermometer, but it still worked when I retrieved it with the picker-upperer.

The resulting figures all looked okay to me. No problems on the sphygmomanometer. The temperature just showed as ‘low’. If I’m not quick enough to get the instrument out of my ear-hole, the reading changes to low or high display. I was not fast enough – The story of my life there! Hahaha!

When I got to download the pictures later, I found this mystery photo? After applying my Sherlock Holmes-like investigative skills, I thought it was taken in the kitchen. When Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had a little play with me. I took the medications and made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea.

At long last, I got on Computer Cameron. I made up a template for today. Then I started updating yesterday’s blog.

I finished it and had a look at the notepad with the scribbled dream memories. But my handwriting was so atrocious, much of it was indecipherable. Tsk! Using a bit of recollection and the writing that I could understand:

  • I was throwing food from the cupboards out of the window on the balcony.
  • A crowd gathered and started shouting for specific items, Bacon, cornflakes, bread and pickled, onions were amongst them as I recall.
  • Police cars arrived and arrested the crowd, presumably for not Social distancing?
  • When the Marias arrived, and the citizens were taken away, more Officers arrived, each with a shopping list!
  • A Tannoy was used, as they shouted up for what they wanted.
  • One chap asked for cheesy mashed potatoes. I explained I haven’t made any. The policeman Tannoyed back, ‘Yes, you have, on the second shelf up in your fridge!’ Then threatened to arrest me if I failed to find any for him?
  • I threw some requested Glengettie tea bags out, and then I went to look in the fridge.
  • Sure enough, a little like Dr Who’s Tardis, I opened the fridge door and walked into it. There were stacks, piles of food, and inside was as big as a football pitch! Hundreds of my plastic plates with cheesy potatoes, too!
  • I was forever going to the fridge for more cheesy potato meals and back to the balcony.
  • They had set-up a winch system now.
  • I’ve no idea why, but Police Helicopters and red coloured Tiger Moth planes filled the skies?
  • The doorbells rang out their usual ♫ I only want to be with you, ♫ tune.
  • The hallway outside was cram-packed with people vying to get me to adopt a giraffe, panda or Elephant, supply drinking water, pay for medications, and to take out an over 50’s death policy. Argh!

Many other things happened, but nothing clear comes to mind. I think the dream ended as I was fighting off the insurance and charity mob. I’d written down three pages of memories on the notepad. Undoubtedly, one of my curioser, more vivid dreams, methinks. The nightmare bit was those ‘Over-50’s’ sellers!

It took me some time to get the tale of the dream done, (And three variable wee-wees). I went to make another brew, with hopes of getting this one drunk. Haha! 

I spotted through the mist and fog, a couple taking their dog for a walk. I did my best to photograph them, on Auto setting, but it didn’t come out too well.

Then, I went on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. The mist is less now.

Time to see if I can get an order in for Morrisons. The last few times it’s taken between 2 to 4 weeks. I’ll give it a go.

Got it done! But I had to wait until Tuesday 30th June for a delivery slot. And that is a bit late in the day one. Unfortunately, 16:30 > 17:00 hrs. But the waiting doesn’t matter, as I have so much food in the flat at the moment, you wouldn’t believe how much!

Scary innit? Hahaha! By the time it arrives, I should be ready for it. In thirteen days, there should be room for it. Being the Unglefrogwoggling idiot that I am, I’m sure the recent Blank-Spots and Spells are the cause of my ordering food and not remembering, I’d done so.

I rang Sister Jane and Pete, as they have not answered my two emails sent yesterday, see if they are okay. The line (It always is) was bad, Jane rang me back. That was a bit better for hearing and understanding. Pete arrived near the phone, I wished him well with his experimental treatment at the City Hospital! When the conversation became three-way, I was lost altogether. Pete departed to do some shopping and check on his bank balance and investments. I then needed another visit to the Porcelain Throne. We parted, and I shot in the wet-room. When I say, shot…

I sat, sitting there for ages, convinced that something was about to erupt. But, No! Nothing moved, despite my firm belief that it was ready and willing, the innards refused to allow any evacuation! Still, I got a few more clues answered in the crossword book. 

Off to make another brew, this time of Thompsons Punjabi tea. I took a shot of the weather, still a bit misty, no signs of any rain. It doesn’t look the slightest bit like it’s going to be any precipitation! Inchcock wrong again!

Then I had a thought (I occasionally do), it doesn’t look like rain. So why are Arthur Itis’s knees losing pain and gaining stiffness? Every time they have done this in the past, rain or even a storm had come on the same day. I don’t suppose it matters, but my EQ faith suffers.

I had a check on the weather. That’s the weather than I was certain would produce rain today. Grobbleatkins!

Back to Computer Cameron, and went on the WordPress Reader section. That took me over an hour. I’d got behind with me reading, with the activity of the last few days. All caught up now.

I wet on the Nottinghamshire Live Full News Site. Here are the first few headlines on the page: Just to cheer you up, like!

Girl Found Dead in Nottingham Park.

Police close bridge as ‘pools of blood’ found following Nottingham shooting.

A teenager has been locked up after he stabbed a 20-year-old man during a “gruesome and violent” attack in Nottingham.

Millions of people in Beijing under new Coronavius restrictions. There have been 137 new cases in the last six days!

To make my day, the next page gave April’s Nottingham crime figures for my postcode.

Shuddering Shoulder Shirley kicked off again. Making doing any work on graphics impossible until, if, she gives me a break.

So, I got the nosh going. Despite my feeling half out of it, it was a decent looking and tasting effort, a little too much for me to eat it all, but I gave it my best shot! Flavour Rating: 8.2/10! After having eaten what I could of it, I was feeling more alert and aware of things.

Taking the things back into the kitchen to get them washed, it looked like an explosion had taken place. The mess I’d left from the cooking made the place look very untidy, a sausage lay on the floor near the stove, along with two halves of tomato, a fork, and an unidentifiable tablet—one of the small ones that all look the same, Furesomide, Beta-Blocker or a Codeine 30g. I think I was lucky that I didn’t leave the stove on, tap running, or window open. Shame-Mode-Adopted!

I tidied up a bit and got the washing done. And planned to get back to watch a re-run of a 2016 Euro match. Eventually, I got my head down to view the footy. Fell asleep, but woke up to see the penalty shoot-out, at least.

I got the headphones on, to watch and listen to a documentary on Channel 25, Freeview, there were not any subtitles on the programme.

However, when I went to make a brew, the EQ predicted rain arrived, but not a lot of it.

My new headphones on, and fell asleep, as expected. My waking up was a bit scary (Not really, but it made me jump). The right earpiece cover and foam, which I discovered was just stretched over the plastic, fell off. Falling down my shoulder, followed by the headphones, onto my Brobdingnagian-sized flobby-stomach is what woke me. I wondered what the heck had happened at first. Haha!

I set about trying to put the cover back over the ear-part. Not a good job, but it will do for now. Humph! 

Sweet Morpheous was reluctant again. Gragglespitness!

Inchcockski – Mon 15 June 2020: Working, fiddling about and getting nothing done. Impractical, incommodious and indeterminant day!

Monday 15th June 2020

Greek: Δευτέρα 15 Ιουνίου 2020

02:00hrs: I woke up well wanting a wee-wee. Wriggled my ghastly onerously bulky, but wobbly body from the depths of the £300, second-hand, none-working recliner, and with surprising dexterity, I shot off to the wet room (alright, hobbled precariously). The release was of the WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode. (Indeed they were all of this style, all morning, and there were so many of them!) 

The poor old uncut toes, nails, and feet looked more gnarled than ever. I swear when I raise my foot, even a few inches, there is pain from under the nails! And I’m forever catching them on something, which is like an electric shock? Tsk!

To the kitchen, and got the kettle on. I know it’s a little earlier than I’ve gotten up for a couple of days, but the mist seemed to be coming down already.

I got the sphygmomanometerisationing done and assembled the medications ready to imbibe. All of the results were down vs yesterday. Including the temperature; that was at 79°c, one down on yesterdays.  No, that should be 79°f, surely. The pulse was ten points less. The Sys was five lower, and the Dia was two below. Better, methinks? Note the arithmophobia may mean I got something wrong.

Took the medications, with an extra painkiller, because Toothache Thomas was kicking off again.

Made a brew of Glengettie Gold, and put too much milk in it. So I used another tea bag to strengthen it a bit.

I got on Computer Cameron and went on the emails to check on the Morrison order. They have substituted Saver Garden Peas with Batchelor’s Mushy peas – and it looks like they are charging me for the more expensive unasked for ones? No Morrison Saver marrowfat peas, but they tell me they cannot deliver an alternative. Thank heavens for that. They may well have sent me a grilled Octopus with Ancho Chile Sauce & Noodle ready meal! But, at least they have sent the tissues for Jenny and Frank!

Then I made a start on updating the Sunday post. Finally, I got it finished and had to make some graphics for this diary. Then emailed the link, then went on TFZer and Windwood Heights Facebooking.

I went to make a brew of tea and took another view of the changing mist and fog. It’s getting a bit thicker now. But it didn’t feel too cold as I hung out of the anti-photographer designed, thick-framed, light, and view-blocking new window.

When I returned to the computer to download the photo on it, and this even amazed me: I had to go back to the kitchen, and search for the lens cap for the camera. After many minutes of searching, I returned to the computer area and scanned for the lens cap. This in itself is nothing new and is a frequent, almost several times a day event. I was getting annoyed with myself again. I looked in the wet room and hallway, no luck! Gave up and returned to the computer… the lens cap was on the camera!

I may have had another Blank-Spell, I suppose. But I don’t think so. I can usually read things and know something had happened, not sure what, sometimes mind. But not this time. The actions were all there in the grey-cells. Which in itself is something to be thankful for! Hahaha! I think my brain cells are showing signs of senescence.

Ah-well, it’s time to get the ablutions sorted out. No showering, of course, the noise may disturb the slugabed neighbours. Hehehe!

Well, well, well, one of the bestest ever ablutionary session for months! (Apart from a toe-stubbing against the shower chair as I moved it!) Not a single dropsy of the toothbrush or paste, soap or razors. Smug-Mode-Instigated! But I could have done without the toe-stubbing bit.

I got the bags made up for the recycling and waste chute, but with the deliveries being expected, I shall not take them out until after both have been delivered. Don’t want to miss them.

The mist is lifting a bit, I think?

O got on with this blog starting, and made a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea, much more of a bite to it than Glengettie Gold, but not as much as plain Glengettie. Confusing innit?

The intercom rang out, and I heard it well enough. T’was the much uptight Morrison delivery driver. With all the isolationists and their own worries about Coronavirus, this is only to be expected, the pressure on the lads and lasses much be extreme nowadays.

The lad left the bags near the door. I thanked him and slipped him a G&T. Off he raced.

Now, this is when my mood and physically improved status went down, ♫Way-Down!♫. On my first bend to collect a couple of the carriers, Back-Pain-Brenda gave me shocks of pains that have not cleared up yet (three-hours later!) Every slight bend or twist in the torso, brings forth knife-like stabbing pains I could do well without! I dare not take any more pain-killers, having already taken one extra to counter Toothache Thomas! Grunglegrogs!

Gingerly, I got the bags into the kitchen one at a time. Sorted out the tissues for Jenny, then got the other stuff checked and put away. It took me a lot of time, at one point I got down to put the chips in the freezer, and the back pain was so bad, I had to stay in that position for a while, and wait for it to ease-off before I dare get back upright again. Hey-ho! Got it all sorted, in the end. And back to Computer Cameron.

The Amazon folks had sent another email with a revised ETA. 

I pressed on with doing this diary. Until at least I thought that I needed the Porcelain Throne activities.

But no! I sat there for ages, doing my best to encourage the evacuation.

I had a go at the crossword puzzle. (I got a couple solved as well. Mind you, I was at it for ages, but no signs of any movement)

Not doing a lot of anything, I noticed the legs were an odd shade this morning. I didn’t see it earlier? When it came to standing up, I was wary of not catching the toes on anything. Anyroad, the pins may be a bit blotchier and anaemic. Still, the Clopidogrel allergy lumps, the spider veins, and the Thrombophlebitis give them an appearance, that Tim Price thought, some Art Gallery would like to display. Hahaha! I think the odd colouring in the leg picture, is down to my lack of photographic skills, in reality, they were not so vivid.

Moved onto CorelDrawing. Managed to get a few graphics done.

Jenny emailed me. Checked the Amazon tracker. The progress graph has no moved at all, and the ETS has changed to a little later. Oh, dearie me! Fingers crossed.

Intercom, Amazon delivery. Got the flaky biscuits ready with the tissues near the front door. I was meaning to slip a masherina (facemask) on, before opening the doors, but forgot to. Humph!

Getting Shaking Shaun, joining in with the back pain. Then sudden fatigue came over me.

Jenny emailed, then later rang me, but I could not hear her, the line was terrible. I tried four or five times to ring her on the landline, but it was engaged.

Frank came up with the bleach and yoghourts for me and collected the bags from me. I still had the shakes going a bit ferociously.

Got some nosh prepared. And got down to eat it, with designs on getting to sleep soon. Hahaha! Fool!

Friday 12th June 2020: Computerisational fauxpas, toothache, burnt, scolded and cut fingers, lost bread… Normal sort of day then! ‘Groggleknockers!’

TFZer Sweet Shirley ♥

Friday 12th June 2020

Sethoso: Labohlano la 12 Tšitoe 2020

04:25hrs: Lethargically, I came back to life, unsure of if I had actually woken, or was still in the middle of the dreams I’d been blessed with overnight! A medley of ever-changing subjects, from the embarrassing, fearful, and belligerent, to plain confusing, but longed for, impossible, (nectareous!) romantic happenstances.  I’ll not go into details, cause I’m short of tablets, and don’t want to get myself all excited) Hehehe!

I’m putting the changes in the view photograhicalisations, that I took over four hours, on the right-hand side here.

To show the amazing difference in colouring, light, etcetera, that took place.

There was a light mist with the morning views that turned into a fog, but only for an hour or so, then it reverted to just being a little misty.

Then the fog started coming back! All very interesting. (Or not?)

The last one was taken through the balcony window, as the fog paled back into a slight mist. Sorry about the diversion.

Now, back to the tale of the short, plump, wobbly-bellied, bald, deaf, Saccades Sandra affected, 5′ 2″, well-overweight, hobbling, Nottinghamian pensioner’s rising from his recliner. His £300, c1968, second-hand, obnoxiously-beige-coloured, none-working (my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour propre Brother-in-law Pete, when he was searching the flat while I was in the hospital after the Stroke, and taking my valuables, and he took a rest. Fatal! He could not resist the electrics and mechanics of the chair and fiddled with them. Now the machine no longer works!), ramshackle, uncomfortable in the extreme, rusty, rickety, none-working recliner.

When I had manoeuvered my ever-changing legs to the ground, the thin night-quilt went with the tootsies to the carpet – entwined painfully in the overgrown toenails! Getting the toes freed was also a most uncomfortable experience! Cragknackling & Teeth-grinding!

As I was getting up and grabbing the stick to catch my balance, it became evident that Toothache Thomas was going to give me bother. I decided to risk taking an extra painkiller with the morning brew, for the pain seemed to be getting worse as time passed. Arglebonkangony!

I took the first of the photos at the top right, got the kettle on the boil, and did the sphygmomanometerisationing. Made the tea, and took the second picture. The SYS reading had come down, but it was still a tad high, methinks. The pulse at 76 should be okay, The thermometer gave a numbered readout for a change, 86°. Fahrenheit, I hope. Out of interest, I looked at the temperatures on Google.  I got this explanation to my question.

By the time it had sunk in, I’d forgotten what I’d read! Hahaha! Looks good to me.

Off to the wet room, to satiate the demands for the Porcelain Throne. It was all over within a minute or so! No pushing from me at all. Things moved under the control of the innards, and the evacuated product was massive, but not messy. The rear end bled a lot afterwards. I’m not sure if this was due to Harold’s Haemorrhoids or something else. The piles, I hope! Cleaned and medicated. I’m so glad, almost thrilled, to tell you that Little Inchies fungal lesion, had not, and wasn’t bleeding at all. So no hurtful medicating needed here, Yippie!

As I left the wet room, the flat seemed so cold suddenly? I adorned the thick dressing gown. Brr!

The Assam mug of tea had gone cold, so I invested in a brew of Glengettie Gold. Off to the computer, and made a start on graphicalising input. Added to the scribble on the notepad to remind me later of things, and eventually made a  start on the updating of the Thursday blog.

Many hours later, I’d got it done and sent off. Pinterested a few shots. Then I went on the WordPress Reader. Onward, to Facebooking, TFZer then to Winwood Heights.

I made a start on with this post, then went on CorelDraw to make up some more TFZer graphics. I read that a tenant ordered some from Amazon. So I ordered some. I’d hate to be in the pickle of not being able to get on a bus! Should be arriving tomorrow.

The day was dark, the sun didn’t put in a smile all day. The mist lingered on and on.

11:25hrs: Then I got seriously involved in graphicalisationing on CorelDraw. Back later.

15:55hrs: The intercom chimed out.

It was a young lady bringing me my prescriptions that the chemist told Obergruppenfhurer, Gymnast and Warden Deana yesterday, would be arriving on Saturday! No complaints, though! I’m just glad that I didn’t go out, expecting them the next day.

At least Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, have kept to their habit of making me confused, every month. This time in reverse, and delivering them early for once, thanking them, kindly.

I thanked the young lady and gave her a can of cola with Jack Daniels in, to show my appreciation.

I put the bag on the kitchen counter and carried on trying to sort out the mess I’d gotten myself in with the graphicalising. I was trying to save some space on the hard-drive, by transferring some of the earlier graphics I’d done, to the drop-box. Well, I got deeper and deeper into a state of utter frustration and confusion.  All caused by Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, making me hit wrong buttons, or hold onto them too long, or not pressing, but thought I had!

Suddenly it was 19:00hrs! Oh, dearie me! I’m tired and weary. The head is spinning, and I have to give up. Too mentally-exhausted, to carry on. I did get so involved in the task as well.

I’ll make some Dagwood filled rolls, I dare not risk any cooking, how I feel now. Beef and tomato methinks. I may have to fight off, falling asleep to eat them. I’ll get them made up now. I’m an old furshlugginer, who should have my name mentioned in despatches!

Well, that was farcical again! No bread, other than frozen! Some, thick bellied and thicker brained old pensioner forgot to take the loaf out of the freezer, didn’t he! This failure of memory means I shall have bake to some cobs in the oven after all! It’s quicker than defrosting without a microwave. Grumph!

I shall have to wait for the oven to get hot enough, of course.  Bungle-Grumplewuncks! What happened to the hours of the day? Still, If I can save internal memory on the computer, it will be worth the anguish.

What next? Here’s what: I burnt my left middle finger, as I put the rolls in the cooker for regulated ten-minutes. Burnt my fingers as I got the rolls out, and again when I tried too soon to slice and butter them.

I ran the water over the worst of the scolds. At least there was nothing on the plate to go cold while I did this. I was getting wearer all the time, but the thought of eating kept me going. Hahaha!

Eventually, after making many crumbs spread about, and cutting my little finger on the slicer-knife, I got the plate served up.

As I took the photo of the served-up meal, I spotted something in the background, that made me feel even more incompetent than I actually am. Laying, where I now remember leaving the Warburtons on top of the crock-pots. The packet of Soft Brown Bread Thins. I’d left them there this morning, so I would not forget to them! Bungleworthiness!

I just left the pots in the bowl soaking, all I was up to was sleeping. I got down in the c1968 recliner, put the TV on, and found a documentary on which interested me, about the Australian murder, years ago. I’ve not watched the telly so late for donkey’s years, I was shattered and all uptight, and decided to watch this long two-hour long programme.

I actually stayed awake for the first hour (well, there was a few short nod-offs). Then the big advertisements came on! I still don’t know how things ended, cause I drifted into sleep mode!

For five hours, uninterrupted kip! That was pulchritudinously, welcome!

Inchcocksi – Thursday 11th June 2020: Artsy-fartsy sort of day!

Thursday 11th June 2020

Nepali: बिहीबार ११ जून २०२०

01:40hrs: I stirred into life, with many aches, pains, stiffnesses and a violently Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley session! Which put an end to any thoughts of nodding off again. More so, when, as I was tackling the risky business of heaving my gelatinous body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner. As the poor old feet and toes hit the deck to take my midriff-heavy weight, not only did I once again nearly topple back into the recliner but almost went over as Shirley gave my shoulder a right shaking!

This was concerning. Not why it was happening, obviously the Peripheral Neuropathy inspired Nicodemus Neurotransmitters, were playing up. But a worry, over how I am going to get around this morning. As if by magic, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley suddenly sank back to barely a tremor, she was persistent with it mind you, but this did not hamper my movement. Phew! Bit of luck there!

I came close to having an involuntary leak (well there was a tiny drop or two. However, the PPs coped with it well) and I got to the bucket in time. More good fortune? Worrying this is! Haha! The wee-wee mode was so different again. It was in the WSSUGG (Weak-Squirty-Spraying-Uncontrollable-Greeny-Grey) style.

So, off to the kitchen, to do the medicationing and make a brew of Assam tea. The sphygmomanometer Sys and Dia results were lower today, the Pulse was up a bit, and the temperature showed up as just ‘Low’.

I took the tea into the computer/front/junk room, and as I got seated int the swivel-chair, I noticed that the veins might be coming back up again on the right leg?

I grafted (mentally) away for five hours, getting the many photographs into yesterdays blog, eventually getting it finished and posted off. I put a lot of stuff on Pinterest, then went on the WordPress Reader section.

Went to make another brew, and took a photograph of the amazingly blue sky. It had been drizzling early in the night, and as I opened the window to take the shot, the cold raindrops fell in onto my bare, ginormously-elephantine, flabby tummy. By Jiminne, I jumped. Hahaha!

Then I went on Facebooking. It’ll be a long job, with all the Nottingham photos to go in the albums. I’ll be back, eventually. Blimey, three hours later, still not finished, and time for the ablutions to be done. Put Computer Cameron in sleep-mode, and off for a limp to the wet room. I’m back.

Ablutionary Activities Report!

Well, that could have gone better!

  • I dropped the shower-seat moving it, and hit my right knee and foot!
  • Took a wee-wee, and found Inchies fungal lesion bleeding!
  • Lost half-an-hour stopping it bleeding!
  • Dropped the toothpaste (2), then the brush (2)!
  • Split the gum at the back, near one of the toothache teeth!
  • Cut the mole on my right cheek!
  • Dropped the shower gel, it burst open, and I had a mini-skating session…
  • Then went down on the right knee!
  • More time and mess in getting back up again!
  • Had a medicating marathon!
  • Tore the first pair of PPs out of the new bag!
  • Clouted the left knee this time.
  • I tried to wash of some spots from the feet. They were new growths!

It’s a damned good job I didn’t have to face the Sock-Glide!

Oh, Silver Lining Search Result: There were no toe-stubbings!

Weary as I was after the session, escaping to town yesterday, with it being colder, I had to wear a pair of socks for the first time in months. They now had to be hand-washed. I got them done, wrung and hung. Well, not really hung. I used the stand-up airer top get them dried on. But must remember to keep checking and moving them.

They are the fantastically comfortable, diabetic, non-binding, non-constrictive, circulatory Diabetic Bamboo Socks. Seam-free, moisture-wicking, anti-bacterial hosiery, made of Bamboo fibre. Expensive, but worth every penny! Anyone diabetic, or on Warfarin, should try them. I got mine from Amazon.

Not having worn any for so long with the toe-nails unable to be cut, I feared the nails might damage the socks and give me some pain, but they were fine.

I then got the bath towel in the flat airer. I worked out a way to thread the cloth, so most of the thin heating bars are effective. Smarmy Smug Mode Adopted!

Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, taking a photo of the dank morning outside as I did so. The drizzle was still falling a bit. There were no noises, from any dogs barking or vehicles that I could hear at all. Nor any signs on tellurians either.

I hope the worlds not ended and nobody has told me? Hahaha! I’m not wearing any socks again, with me not going out.

I’ve not heard anything from the Antiocoagulatipon and Thrombosis clinic about my INR blood test yet? The level might be fine. I checked the new growths, spots whatever on the feet again. Oddly there didn’t seem to be as many as earlier after the shower? But the body is lymphatic and etiolated. I wonder

I got ontop updating this blog. As far as here, and had to go on CorelDraw to get some graphics done. Back in a while (probably about November! Har-har!)

I was making some measurement to use in a graphicalisation, and ‘blimus and flipping ‘eck,’ it just went so dark, I thought my earlier joke about the end of the world might come true after all! Hahaha! It stayed dull for a couple of minutes, then it brightened up a tad?

Cornish pattie with BBQ sauce. Potatoes a chicken BBQ stick, and a pot of tasteless raspberry jelly. Taste Rating: 7.5/10.

The Bonners BBQ sauce was delightfully tangy and sweet at the same time. I wish I’d bought more than one tin, now. Tsk!

I got the pots washed, and stripped, getting ready for the kip under the quilt, and doubts came over me about a few things. Had I got the bank card safe? Where were the house keys and fob? A few other uncertainties as well, I had to investigate. All okay. During the search for peace of mind, I came across the Anticoagulation INR blood test result, in the hallway, posted earlier.

The paperwork had a new layout and page to it. (Or I’d just not noticed it before?)

It now shows: Note To Patients: On the day of your appointment if you are waiting for your dosage, you should be available between 3:00pm and 6:00pm on the telephone number we have for you. So we can contact you with any urgent changes to your dose. If you are not contacted, you should continue with your present dose until your new Anticoagulation Therapy record is received. Fair enough!

The INR level was well down at 2.1 but within the range. The service is struggling midst the Coronavirus mess, and the next test was not due until 23/06/2020, in two weeks time. A lot of pressure on then, I believe they have had nurses taken from them to work elsewhere, and new nurses training for the Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis testing unit.

Finally, I got down into the £300, second-hand recliner. Because the other morning doing the ablutions, Rado 4 Extra was offering ‘Yes, Minister’, the first episode, it had rekindled my liking of the programme, and I put on and started to watch the DVD of the first series.

That did the trick! I was soon off, into the (Dream filled) land of Nod. 

Inchcock’s Great Escape! Photographing pavement cyclists, chinwags, and nit-picking, to his heart’s content!

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Fanmarveloustic! Chinwags, From a Socially acceptable distance, of course! And great weather!

Well, Jenny, bless her, delivered the lemon bleach and yoghourts she’s ordered for me good and early. Left them near the doorstep. Thus, I had time to rush about, (this may be a slightly excessive description) and get ready for my much longed for, my first trip out on the bus into town, for months! Excitement flooded the brain!

I made a complete hash of getting ready. It’d been so long since I went out, many things confused my poor old stale, addled brain:

  • I had to leave the socks off, cause they were too painful to wear!
  • Thus, I had agony with the feet and toes. But no matter, I was in my seventh heaven, about to escape into the outside world again!
  • Where were the unused for nine weeks flat keys? Found them quickly
  • Where was the bus-pass card, unused for nine weeks? This took yonks to find!
  • Where was the cash card? This took an aeon to find!
  • Time was getting on, so I put on the coat I last went out in. The heavy one!
  • Going to be interesting fun this, no hearing aid batteries!

I got the three-wheeled walker-guide, made sure some spare shopping bags were in it. And a few pressies in case I encounter any of the regular kind shop staff. And off I set!

Picture based record of the best day out for months. Well, it the first one!

Down in the elevator.

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Checked on the electronic notice board, no rush after all. 12-minutes before the bus was due! A hobble down Chestnut Walk

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Met several tenants, and had a chinwag or two, en route to the bus stop.

At the stop, people were mostly being sensible and keeping to the social distancing rules. I had a natter with Margaret, Christine and Steve. The bus arrived, and Christine seemed to be aware of my nervousness getting on the bus.  On the short trip down the hill, she made me feel comfortable as we chinwagged.

I followed others who had got off the bus, down to the bus stop for a ride to town. Oh, dear, I was a tad confused getting on, but someone put me right. Each second side-saddle seat had been taped off and not in use. But there were not any available. Now there I was with my trolley, and in a pickle as to what to do. But a gentleman saw me in a ponder, and got up from a side-saddle, and moved to another seat, freeing it for me. Bless him!

We all got off at Victoria Centre, Christine had to remind I needed this stop. Haha! I chatted with her for a while, and she told me of the L9 bus being on a two hour Saturday timetable, and that I needed to get the bus back at 11:05hrs.

I felt so cared about, it was lovely.

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I hobbled, (and the feet were giving my terrible gip) along Milton Street, and called into the old Poundstretcher shop. They, like the other shops, had set a new layout, and the in-door had been blocked off. I had a hunt around the grocery shelves, in search of some Pakistani potato cakes. But could not find any. But I still got to the checkout with; A can of Bonners BBQ sauce, Italian lemon cookies (Froletti Al Limone), Largeish bottle of Light Soy Sauce at £1.49. You’ll like this, a small packet of… ready for it; Asolo Dolce, Alla Marmellata di Arance! Which was Strudel with orange jam! Haha! And, All’Arancia Limone cookies. Finally, a face-mask, for a quid! I didn’t find out until I got home and could use the magnifying glass, it was made in Turkey.

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I still found it hard to believe how few people were about. Milton Street, apparently the busiest in Nottingham City Centre, had six Nottinghamians, and so many closed stores!

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As I crossed over Lower Parliament Street to get to the Poundland store, four cyclists came along the pavement, more or less at the same time. I struggled to get the camera out, by then there were only the two in the above picture left in view.

Into the shop, and they too had changed things around. I got a bit puddled trying to find the disinfectants, and I asked a lady assistant where they were; I followed her non-verbal finger that pointed towards the shop door, thanked her, and went to find them. The maze of aisles was challenging to manoeuvre around, with so many being blocked by the shelf fillers. Not that I blame them, they’ve got a job to do. With hopes high, I approached the fresh food fridge, almost tasting Pork Farms pie as got there. But, no, they didn’t have any. Which is a good thing really, I shouldn’t eat them anyway. But I did spot the tasty Frankfurters were in stock. I can’t work out why, but this brand, despite having less meat in than others are so filling and flavoursome. That’s tonight’s nosh sorted! Potatoes, peas, mushrooms, tomatoes and franks!

I did overspend, though!

WDPBaWD 150.0.0 02 I got to the checkout. As I was struggling anyway to put the basket on the counter, guess what? Without any warning or twitches, Peripheral Pete’s right-legs did a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine, and to make things more embarrassing, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley had a bash at me! The basket tipped off the counter, and I made things worse by grabbing at it and spilling everything out onto the floor! Grobognangles! A lady arrived to help me, I moved out of her way, and she calmly gathered the goods and put them back in the basket and onto the counter for me. I mumbled my apologies, and the Tut-tutting from those behind me grew louder! To make those waiting angrier and even more likely to belt me one in the kisser, I’d bought a bottle of disinfectant, that was two for the same price as one, a quid. The kind lady pointed this out to me and called for someone to get another bottle for me. This was not making me very popular at all!

Yet the understanding of the serving lady was so much appreciated. The leg was still twitching a bit, and I feared it might ‘Dance-off’ again. So I paid the lady, thanked her, and hobbled to the door. I swear a heard a ginormous ‘Sigh’ from behind me!

2Tue14e

Getting out back on the pavement, I took a shot of Parliament Street traffic; or lack of it. It was a sad sight. Made worse by so many obstreperous, leary, ignorant, dangerous, uncaring pavement cyclists. Notably, the scruffy-haired, tattooed neck and ear tab young delinquent who almost ran into me while I was taking the photo above, from behind! While I had the camera out, I turned to my left and took a shot of the end of Milton Street, then got in one of the closed-down shops’ doorways and sorted the weight distribution of the things in the trolley-basket and two carrier bags.

2Tue14f

I’d bought a bottle of Aquafresh mouthwash, the two disinfectants for a pound, Frankfurters, Cheeslets, cashew nuts, a concentrated Lemon & mint, and Lemon disinfectants, and a (Not joking) Lemon & Sherbert freshener!

2Tue14g

As I was passing the end of Milton Street, I was nearly assaulted by two pavement cyclists, from either direction! I caught a snap of the younger of the two illegal, contemptible, parasitic, moronic,  spit-worthy urchins in this picture above.

2Tue14h

Now here’s a rare sight, Milton Street with no moving traffic on it!

2Tue14i

I got along to, and down King Street. The whole thing seemed so, almost hallucinatory. All I could see down the hill were two people! Weird!

2Tue14j

As I got towards the bottom of the road on my way to the Slab Square, it got crowded, (Hahaha!) The spunk-bubbling, repugnant, detestable, unlikeable, arrogant pavement cyclist put on a display here. Unfortunately, I only caught this one parasite coming up the hill with my trusty Canon lens.

2Tue14k

A little further down, and sod me, another sycophantic, tellurian organism of a pavement cyclist appeared. But I contained my hatred, fear and desire to knock the froward, mordant, noxiously pestiferously whippersnapper-bugger off of his bike… mainly cause he’d only belt the hell out if afterwards. Hahaha!

2Tue14L

A handful of Nottinghamians in the Slab-Square, the quietness was eerie, and Nottingham’s Fothergill Watson designed building opposite, showing a sharp contrast the newer erections in the background, and was a touch saddening.

2Tue14m

I turned to make my way to the bus stop, and a smidge of concern suddenly came over me. “What happens if the Coronvirus makes a comeback? And how come, it hasn’t seen off many pavement cyclists? Makes you think, dunnit?

2Tue14N

Ah, another PC (Pavement Cyclist) made an appearance, as I turned up Queen Street towards the L9 bus stop.

The mind wandered as I limped slowly up the hill, Brian Clough’s statue on my right, The old Prudential Buildings, more pavement cyclists, not a sign of a policeman all day, how come I’ve gone for nearly two days without needing the porcelain throne?

2Tue15

The sheer magnificence of Fothergill Watson’s architectural designs. How come, I’ve gone so long without wanting a wee-wee? I was really into the mind-straying and changing routine, as I got to the top of the hill. But it came to a sudden end.

WD 150.0.0 02 When I caught my foot on the wheel of the trolley as I secured it, in the middle of the pelican crossing refuge, to take this photo of Parliament Street, in all its bleakness. The burning, throbbing pains from the toes and souls of the feet were excruciating, and that’s no exaggeration. It ended my day out, in a despicably nauseating style. But it wasn’t quite finished yet.

2Tue14O

I waited for and caught the L9 bus. Having to sit with the trolley in front of me was a bit awkward and difficult. The brakes on the three-wheeler would not apply? Which meant I had to sit leant forward, holding onto the trolley, to stop it rolling away for the whole journey. This stopped my blood flow, and Shuddering Shirley and Colin Cramps accompanied me. However, once Christine got on the bus, I concentrated on her amusing and witty tales. We had a laugh or a few en route home. She kindly didn’t run off, but walked at my steady pace and chatted as we walked the length of Chestnut Walk back to our beloved Woodthorpe Court. We waited for the lift, and Chrissie went up as we said our farewells to each other. It felt like I’d been out for hours and hours, and the fatigue was dawning. But, when I took a snap of the electronic notice board, as I did when I departed, showed me that I’d only been out from 09:20 to 11:41hrs.

2Tue14p

I got the lift, and with there still being no call for a wee-wee or the Porcelain Throne, I put the purchasers away and made a super-duper mug of Thompsons Punjana.

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3.7 hours out in the fresh air,

I have to say the weather was fair,

Pavements Cyclist apart,

And the toe-stubbing on the cart,

It made the day for this worrywart,

I’m so glad to be back in my lair!

GC June 14e
Cheers, folks!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 28th May 2020: Aha, a betterer day, well, until teatime anyway. Hehe!

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2020 ttttMay28

Thursday 28th May 2020

German: Donnerstag, 28 Mai 2020

00 May 28

TFZers, In the Wood!

GM cap01a 02:15hrs: Having had a wee-wee-less sleep, I returned to the land of the imitational-living, in need of one. The toes, ankles and feet were not enamoured with my getting my overly stomach-burdened body almost perpendicular. Despite the urgent need to get to the wet room, I was very cautious and careful in getting the walking stick, and my route to the throne room. For fear of the ankle going over again.

WD 0.30.0b Which resulted in an embarrassing leakage en route. Saved by having the PPs on, from a severe ‘wetting of the wet room’, the wee-wee, was of a cloudy and pale SS (Short-Sharp) variety. Proper washing of specific areas, change of PPs, and off to the kitchen. (No indications of the heavy-duty Porcelain Throne being needed)

4Thu03I got the tablets out, made a mug of Thomsons Punjana tea, then the carefully done job of sphygmomanometerisationing. The dang sys was a tad high again, but it’s been worse. The pulse was higher, but I think within range. The thermometer showed ‘Low’. Took the medications, leaving the other not eatable medical tasks until I did the ablutions, later on. Then back for another wee-wee, the same type, but a little longer lasting.

WD 0.30.0b Back to the kitchen, gathered and sorted the black bin bags, and tied them up ready to go to the chute. Then, back for another wee-wee. Oh, dearie me!

I got the computer on, and the moment I started on CorelDrawing to do the thought graphic, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley kicked off, soon to be joined in the ‘Let’s Annoy Inchie’ mission, by Saccades Sandra. This made progress very slow. However, I seemed to be in a rare mood of resolution not to get myself all bothered and flustered. And this was with several more wee-wee visits as well! (Yes!) I pressed on until the updating was all done for the Wednesday post. Temporary Smug Mode, with an iota of self-satisfaction, adopted!

I went on Pinterest for a while. Then the Word-Press reader, finally getting on to Facebooking. This consumed an hour and a half of my precious time. Shuddering Shirley kept having a bash at me, but it seemed for shorter sessions?

I remembered to do the priority Iceland order. It should be due

4Thu01Off for another wee-wee. This one was of a different style altogether. An RPD (Reluctant-Painful-Dribbling) variety, still the pale grey colouring.

The plates of meat and ankle ulcers were less inflamed. But still, painful when hobbling.

4Thu03aPut Computer Connie in sleep mode, and got the ablutions started.

WDPbbsBBy gum, it went well! Unbelievably so! No gum bleeding! Only two dropsies of the soap!  No toothpaste or brush dropping! No, I say, No, Shaving cuts! Amazing! Shirley and Nicodemus both in an excellent calmed down mood.

WD 0.30.0bA Mind you, I can’t say the same about my attempt afterwards, to try and get the ankle support strap on! That was a failed, painful attempt. A short but discountenancing involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance had me over on the floor! Bungle-Grumplewuncks. Banged my back against the floor cabinet, and ever since, I’ve had back Back-Pain-Brenda giving me gip! On the plus side, I got back up from frequently-frequented by Inchcocks torso, wet room floor with relative ease for me.

WD 0.30.0b That was because I needed yet another wee-wee! Hahaha!.

Ah, well! Silver Lining Search – Result: If Dizzy Dennis, Shirley, and Nicodemus stay the way they now, that’ll be great. I can cope with Brenda as she is. I might even regain faith!

I made a brew of Glengettie tea and started to do some graphics for later use. It was slow going, but yet again, I found myself in a remarkably accepting, and submissive frame of mind? An hour and three wee-wees later (All the same style, but the colour had gone from pale grey, back to the orange of ereyesterday).

I hobbled off to make another brew, this time of Thompsons Punjana. I noticed a letter had been pushed through the door and went to nosey. I’ve mentioned the odd noises lately, drilling and knocking. Then espied that the letter referred to Winchester Court?

4Thu03c

Back to the CorelDraw grindstone. Unfortunately, I’d not got many done and needed more of them. Grufflemoanski!

Ah, the Porcelain Throne is needed! 4Thu03bThe legs seem to be getting even more clear of the Clopidogrel inspired blobs and blotches. Not complaining, mind, just mentioning it.

WD 0.30.0b There I was, one minute in my newly acquired state of grace, and unflappability, then the weariness came over me, almost in an instant! And no blood test to check the Warfarin level for three weeks, and the next one isn’t due until the 9th of June. I just can’t understand why the sudden change?

What a shame, I was just beginning to get caught up as well. Granglesknackersbuggerit!

I decided to get the skinless Robirch sausages in the oven and make some bread thins sarnies with them, and some cheese, tomatoes, whatever is in the fridge.

My innards, and, or the EQ, were telling me not to have any mash or chips, so I listened and obeyed.

The Dusty Springfield tune, ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ chimed from the doorbell. T’was the appealing ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Desk Top Dancer, and Warden, Deana. Delivering Pressies, from if I heard correctly, the Nottingham City Homes. Four tea bags, a card (below), and a naughty jam doughnut. (Which I demolished later with my meal, Hehehe!) Along with a postcard notice.

4Thu23

Scruff & Koala

Advice on getting through the lockdown.

  • On the phone?: My deafness makes this awkward.
  • On the screen: My camera on the computer has broken.
  • Someone you live with?: Well, there is Marie’s gifted Koala Katie, and Patties, Scruffy. Who I do talk to every morning! 

I’m a little concerned about scruffy, he keeps falling off of the bookshelves where he lives in peace with Koala Katie. Perfect imitator of me! Hahaha! Koala keeps the spare toilet roll hidden for me as well! ♥

I love them and TFZer folks who sent them for me! And from Australia and Canada, too! I really am lucky, after all!

4Thu24Got the nosh made up, and on the tray. I wish I’d known how nice the skinless sausages were going to be, too late to add any to the Iceland order any now. Maybe not a bad thing, I’ve plenty of other sausage-based food in the fridge.

Those Indian grown seedless grapes are so lovely too. The last of the lemon mousses, fresh orange drink, the so kindly donated naughty, I shouldn’t be eating jam doughnut, all went down well! Flavour rating: 8.9/10! Yummy!

I was still in a weary-state, so drained. But not ill or anything? Cleaned the pots, checked and double-checked the taps, lights, stove etc. and got my head down in the second-hand, £300, c1968, uncomfortable, none-working, rickety recliner.

When I got settled and the TV on, the vagueness arrived. To be followed, regretfully, by the thought-storms. I’d been free of these for a day or two, but they still gave and left me with fears, guilt, self-worthlessness and depression.

They also lasted far too long, and sleep didn’t come for hours. Grombognangles!