Inchcock Today – Tuesday 17th September 2019: Dizzies, falls, and the After-Stroke Session had to be abandoned! Poor old twit’s in a right state!

2019 Sept 17 riddle

2019 Sept 17

Tuesday 17th September 2019

German: Dienstag, 17 September 2019

2Tue04

01:40hrs: As I stirred into imitation life this morning, two things vied for my attention. The first being as I checked the legs for signs of last night tumble I took to the floor, via the Ottoman, and onto the electricity extension box and cables, was how amazingly little damage had been caused! A slight bruising was all that stood out. Smug Mode Adopted! Second, this meant I would, or should be little bothered at the After-Stroke physio torture session!

I extracted my cumbersome body from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, second-hand, c1968, cringingly being coloured, rickety recliner, and off to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) for a wee-wee. I think I did this was more out of habit, than any actual need to use the bucket. The so-called wee-wee was of the PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode.

2Tue03Off to the kitchen and got the handwash things hung to dry.

Took a photo of the morning view.

Got the kettle on, took the medications; including last nights that I had missed, Tsk! Made the brew, and got on with the urgent job of updating yesterday’s blog. I did not want to be late for the bus later.

I pressed on with much needed to do computerisationalistical work. I’d not been at it for long when the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived.

2Tue01WD 200.0.0 The pins (legs) didn’t look at all right, to me. They had swapped fluid retention from the left to the right one, the skin was even more salid and pale than ever! Hang on, salid? Is that the word I meant? When I got back to the computer, I looked it up: Nope, wrong word, but I can’t remember what it was I meant to type? Ah, well, back to the wet room!

The evacuation was extremely long (literally), and a time-consuming exercise. But not painful and no ensanguining. The WC system coped with the flushing, but the water rose a good bit while doing so! Afterwards, I took the photo and diligently cleaned the bowl. Then washed the dandies. And the cistern tank was still filling up with water? A problem here, methinks!

2Tue05WD 200.0.0 I had another search for yesterday’s missing fodder picture, and blow-me-down, there it was, where it should have been earlier, in the picture folder? Baked beans, cold beef pastie (Someone forgot to put the oven on!), super tomato sliced Dutch tomatoes, and some Asda (Walmart), bacon flavoured fries. Highly delectable! – Apart from the cold pie! Tsk!

2Tue02WD 200.0.0 Then, to add to 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 universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! I found this photo on the left, of the hallway. Why I took it, leaves me bewildered! I cannot recall or imagine any reason for shooting it at all!

Finally, I got the post finished and sent off, and had to rush to get the ablutions done; to give myself time to get to the bus stop in time for the 40 bus! Into the wet room, and remembered not to use the shower this early.

WD 200.0.0 The dropsies were far fewer than yesterday but were still too many for my liking. Razors, toothbrush, flannel a few times, and the sock-glide, but it missed my toes, feet, and legs today. Hehehe! I got the medicationalisationing sorted and sprayed the anti-smell stuff over me.

WD 200.0.0 As I was dressing, Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit. A nasty one. Not as bad as last night’s, and I didn’t fall-over. But it was severe enough for me to consider not going out to the Physio session. I pondered on what to do. My aboulomania was tested to the full. After a while struggling with the sock-glide daily contest and losing again – I decided I would go, not wanting to let them down after they were kind enough to invite me in the first place. I must remember that there is no meeting next week, the staff are on holiday. And later on, I must phone the surgery (If I can get through!) to ask for an appointment to see Dr Vindla and tell her of these dizzies and tumbles I’m suddenly started having with unwelcome regularity.

I got the black bags taken to the waste chute on the way out.

As I got in the lift, a chap from the 2nd floor, I’d not seen him before, decent enough pleasant sort of chap – had done an Inchcock Whoopsiedangleplop! He’d forgot to take something, and wanted to go back up after he’d got down to the ground floor. He must have back in the elevator, as I pressed for it, and it took him up to the 12th. We went down to the 2nd, and I said I’d send it back up for him. I hadn’t noticed that the other lift was Out-of-Action. So comforting to know someone else has bad-luck and owns a memory like I do; of questionable reliability! Bless him!

I took the route into Winwood Court, going through the highly decorated, picturesque, appliqué, pleasing on the eye, handsomely adorned, artistically-presented, bedizened, 2Tue06festooned with furnishings, garnished, glitzed-up, ornamental, welcoming, resplendent, sumptuous, link passage corridor. A smidge of sarcasm there? Hehe! But only in fun, this common, bare approach is right up my street!

2Tue07I poddled along to the Winwood Court foyer, and let myself out onto Chestnut Way, and walked to the bus stop on Winchester Street.

I was feeling alright as I hobbled along, hoping 2Tue08that the second-hand, bought from the Charity Shop for £2 wristwatch, with its £10 replacement strap, and £10.99 new battery, was showing the right time. I feared a repeat of last Tuesday, of my missing the bus! I got to the bus stop and checked with the electronic timetable…

WD 200.0.0 What the heck had I done! I felt so sure that when I check the times of the 40 buses, it showed 0727hrs. Yet the sign told me it was due in 18 minutes! Or was I getting myself in a muddle again, had the falls and dizzies sent me dipsy? Haha! But I know I was so tired when I looked it up. Ah, well, a little wait won’t do me any harm. It was a bit nippy, but the sky told me it would soon warm up. The bus arrived, and I was the only passenger on it. I got seated in a side-saddle seat, as usual.

WD 200.0.0 When we got on Wells Road, we picked up at every stop. Suddenly there were about 45 other passengers. Most of them were school-kids, not the nicest of people. I had to move the three-wheeler to let one sit down, and the bus became cram-packed, with about a dozen or more folk standing, sometimes on me! Humph! When the bus arrived in town, I purposely got off last, to avoid being damaged by the stampeding hoards getting off! Haha!

2Tue09WD 200.0.0 I made my way to the Slab Square, avoiding the many Pavement Cyclists around this morning.

I poddled over the square and to the Poundland Shop.  Where I bought unneeded, unwanted, far too many other purchases. What a schlemiel!2Tue10 I got: A long-dated medium pork Farms pork pie, drain unblocker, nibbles, for the hand-out bag, Cheeslets, Golf biscuits, and cheddars. A packet of twelve individual mini-biscuit packs, for the tea-break at the physio session. Dettol antiseptic disinfectant, and two ready-made BLT sarnies for my nosh later. The sweet lady who helped me as she did the Tuesday before, came over and put the things through for me. And she mentioned my looking very white! Bless her for her help.

2Tue10aThen hobbled, with the bags all too filled, to the Victoria Centre Shopping Centre (Mall),  and called in Tesco, to buy, a packet of the Puff Pastry fingers, a box of Vienna fingers for Josie, and for myself, a bag of the addictive and oh, so flavourful seaweed crispies. I had a ponder about the shelves but found nothing that appealed to me.

WD 200.0.0 I got to the checkout and bought another big bag, so I could spread the weight of the things bought, on the trolley handles. I paid the lady, moved away from the customers behind and started to reorganise the trolley bag and carrier. I just toppled backwards, without cause or reason? And by good fortune, my back hit the next checkout, which stung a bit, and I avoided going over. For a few moments, I thought I was having another stroke! A kind lady came to me, and told me how ashen I looked, and asked if I was alright. She insisted I take a seat on the bench for a few minutes. I did feel a bit groggy and vague, but much better within minutes. The lady, who had been keeping her eye on me, approached to make sure it was safe for me to walk, and asked if I wanted an ambulance calling. I thanked her profusely, and assured her I felt much better now, which I did!

WD 200.0.0 But the incident did worry me a bit.

  • That falling on the floor unexpectedly and not being able to get back up – saved by the visit of the Nottingham City Homes girls.
  • Then last night, I was taking off the trews to get myself settled down, and as I bent forward to place them on the rack… just at that moment, Dizzy Dennis visited, and I toppled over. Falling against the Ottoman and the chair. How I got my hands out in front of me in time to avoid further injury and damage, amazed me afterwards.
  • The sharp increase over the last few days, of my dropping things?
  • Earlier this morning: As I was dressing, Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit. A nasty one. Not as bad as last night’s, and I didn’t go over. But it was severe enough for me to consider not going out to the Physio session. Now, I realise I shouldn’t have gone. Tsk!
  • The utter confusion with the bus time table?
  • The Poundland lady and Tesco customer worried about me.
  • Then the Tesco nasty turn, for I don’t know what caused it, I keep putting them down as dizzies, but like this one, as others like last light, they happened instantly?
  • Later in the day, the Chaucer Street dizzy spell was not good!

I wanted to try and get the graphics done tomorrow, but it might be best if I call at the Doctors, and try to get an urgent appointment? My EQ is speaking to me, and it’s not good!

2Tue11Then, out into the daylight and cold sunshine. A lot more Nottinghamians and folks of just about every nationality there is were about now. The vast majority were students. The street sleepers, shoplifters and muggers were few in number, it’s still a little early for them to be up and about.

WD 200.0.0 I got to Goldsmith Street, and as I turned left onto Chaucer Street, I had a close as I ever have had without being hit, entanglement with two Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists. But said nothing to them, and I had a visit from Dizzy Dennis again! I leant on the church wall to look casual to passers-by, while I regained my equilibrium. But it was not so bad, and after only five minutes or so, I went to the entrance and joined what turned out to be, very few other Stroke victims.

WD 200.0.0 The 16 or so folks from last week, were now only 12, and that included a new lady! But things were not right with me. Both Jennifer and Lucy, when talking to me, were not getting through to me, they indicated. But I was determined to do the exercises and had the nous not to over-commit myself. I did the first round of them. I must have looked poorly because they let me do them sat down! Which made the knee and the piles worse! Tsk! The next round, was much harder to do, and I soon felt myself being drained of energy, and the pain in the knees was a right handicap.

WD 200.0.0 The relaxation tape session was perhaps the worst thing for me. We had to do whatever the voice said, as some peaceful music played in the background. But I couldn’t hear what was being said. So I kept opening an eye to see what the others were doing. Hehe!

WD 200.0.0 Before the next round of workouts, both trainers came and had a look at my knee and leg. When the movements began, the leg started one of its Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances. And they both came and pressed down hard to stop the legs activities; unfortunately for me, they put their combined weight on the knee, to stop it! Oh, the agony!

The break time came around, and a young lady from Western Energy gave us a talk, on signing up for their service. She gave us all a planned, well-rehearsed sales-pitch, but still, she needed to refer to her notes while selling the service. If we signed up today, a free goodie-bag was ours! I can’t remember it all, but a wind-up torch and other stuff were in the freebie-pouch. If we signed today or later,  we would get information about power-cuts as a priority. A free electricity swap supplier value scan. I did not want to get involved in what was obviously a sales pitch. But a few of the gang signed up straight away.

WD 200.0.0 Unfortunately, I fell asleep during the ladies talk. Oh, dearie me! She said; “Am I boring you?” I replied, “Obviously!” I got a look from Jennifer, that should really have struck me dead, instantly!

All the sitting had made the RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knee worse, and my concentration was nil! I decided rather bravely, to leave early. The Stroke ladies didn’t seem to happy about this, but I just had to go, I could really not face any more banal exercises. I explained, and said my farewells to the others, only to be ignored. Purposely, in time for me to walk to Queen Street, in time for catching the L9 bus.

2Tue13WD 200.0.0 A cuttingly worded “If you are really that bad, go and see your Doctor!” from Jennifer, ensured it was a miserable, downbeat, in pain both physical and now mentally Inchcock that departed. It didn’t help my spirits when a pavement cyclist came out of an alley and nearly hit into me. But at least he got onto the tram track road straight away afterwards.

2Tue14 I arrived at the bus stop, with eight minutes to spare.

A lady, at the stop, I knew by sight, who, I think lived on Morris Road, had a laugh and natter with me.

She’ll never know how much that cheered me up!

2Tue15Back at the flats, I got off last, as is the norm, and made my ay to the Winwood Court entrance. I walked through the linking-corridor and into the Woodthorpe Court elevator lobby.

The same lift was still out of service. Not that it mattered, I didn’t see a soul indoors on the way home from the bus stop.

2Tue16I got in the flat, to the tune of drilling, banging and humming from above. I assumed that the workers were busy doing the Fire Alarm Sprinkler installation work.

I took a picture from the light & view-blocking new kitchen window, of Chestnut Way, below.

Called in the wet room, and paid my second visit of the day, to the Porcelain Throne. Good Heavens! Where is it all coming from? I was really pleased when the plumbing coped with the enormity of things! Phew!

2Tue17It was lovely and warm in the flat. I stripped off, all bar the PPs, and got the handwashing done and hung. Put the buys away. Made a brew, got the medications and got on the computer to update this diary.

WD 200.0.0 Believe it not, but to get up to here, it took me six-and-a-half hours! Yep, it is already two hours beyond my usual head-down time! And I’ve only just noticed. (I got a bit over-involved? Haha!) But with all the hassle needing careful wording, and all the photos, it was bound to take me a while to get done. Gonna be another late night, for the old-timer!

I got the nosh started. Mashed the potato in with Leicester red cheese, butter, salt and balsamic vinegar, and got it into the oven. The rest of the meal was easy-peasy! BLT read-made sarnies, and lots of slicer-sliced extra tomatoes!

I checked on the handwashing, and moved it around a bit, so it got dried quicker, I hope.

WD 200.0.0 I got the mixed cheesy spud ready to go in the oven… This would be the oven than I forgot to put on to warm up! It’s highly possible that the Purpose of My Life is Only to Serve as a Warning to Others!

2Tue21So I did a couple of Thoughts graphics. Then got the pots in the oven. Tsk!

* Oh, the ‘Riddle for Today’ answer: A Candle.

The fodder was okay. I’ve had worse, and I’ve done better. But being so terribly late in the day for me, my tiredness affected my appreciation, I think. A 7/10 rating.

The evening sky looked grand, and although it does not show on the distance shot, I zoomed in to get the plane trail pictured! I might use both photos as ‘Thoughts of the Day’ backgrounds later.

2Tue20

5Fri01As worn-out as I was, and the late hour, a silly stubborn streak made me get the handwashing done, including the oven-mitts. They should be dried by mid-Novemberish. Hehehe!

It’s been a worrying day for this old codger. I really must get to the Doctors tomorrow, to book an appointment about the scary increase in the tumbling and dizzies department. I’ll see the chemist as well, to get the Flu jab sorted.

After many false starts and waking up again, I eventually achieved the bliss of getting to sleep!

Inchcockski: Tue 10 Sept 19: After Stroke Physio session.

2019 Sept 10

2019 Sept 10

Tuesday 10th September 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 10fed Medi 2019

03:00hrs: Stirred with the mind in a state of ‘Thought and worries’ blasting away. The need for a wee-wee arose, and so did I, from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged ,while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later, £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. The half-filled GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) was utilised for an astonishingly violent CMOUSTSTBO (catching-me-out-unwilling-slow-to-start-then-blasting-out) evacuation.

WD 0.0.128A Gingerly, I hobbled to the wet room with the bucket for cleaning and sanitising, and the Porcelain Throne was needed. Oh, flipping ‘eck! Back to the constipational-mode this morning. Plenty of silent, oohs, arghs, and weak cries of agony! But at least it was not messy when it finally arrived. Haha!

WD 0.0.128A I moved the handwashing, took the medications, and realised I had not taken the evening ones! The worry about getting to the After-Stroke session weighed on my mind. This was not going to be a good day, methinks?

So, I got on as quickly as possible to update the Monday post and got it sent off.

Made a start on this one, and it was time to get the ablutions done. So, off to the wetroom for a stand-up session, it was too early to use the noisy shower.

I thought I’d got everything checked and in the pockets or bags, and set out.

WD 0.0.128A As I walked along Chestnut Way, I stopped to take photos of the new Electric point on the new car park spaces outside Winwood Court. Boing! No card in the camera! This proved to be more of a handicap than I thought at the time!

WD 0.0.128A I hurried on to the bus stop on Winchester Street, sorting out the £2.30 bus fare as I went. As I approached the bus stop with two minutes to spare, the bus came up the hill, and I missed it! Humph!

Annoyed with myself, I walked down into Sherwood and caught a 58 bus into town. Straight into Tesco in Victoria Centre (Mall), and asked a chap if they sold SD cards “Aisle Seven!” I am glad to report that on arriving on the section, I found the SD cards, that were a reasonable price, and bought one. I had a search around for the Flaky Fingers and bought several packets. I got a bottle of handwashing liquid and went to the checkout to pay for the goods.

2Tue04I asked, and the lady was kind enough to open the deadly-to-me, blister pack and removed the card for me. I thanked her and departed, takin this first photo on the new card. Of the early morning mall, peopleless. Haha!

I had the time to wander around and visited the M&S Foodhall, taking some photographs en route.

2Tue10aOn the way to the M&S Store, this bit of Nottinghamian Street Art, from the Council, seemed to have seen better days. The unfortunate thing was well-bashed about!

Finding the M&S lifts at the back in the corner, I ventured down and bought some dangerously overloaded with sugar and fat, naughty finger cakes, and a ready-made Lamb Moussaka. And a box of lemon teacakes, to share with the After-Stroke gang.

Then out and to the Poundland Store, with the trolley full already. I paid at the self-serve checkout, with the help of a kind lady assistant, and filled the spare carrier to capacity! I left with a Pork Farms pork pie, drain unblocker, Dettol antiseptic disinfectant, a BLT ready-made sarnie, honeydew coated cashew nuts, and a pack of jerk-beef to chew on.

I had an amble around taking shots at random.

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2Tue14I made my way to the Torture Session, taking this shot of the frontage of the Trent University Main Building, on Goldsmith Street, the tram lines in evidence.

I had a walk up Chaucer Street, with it being a road I have not been up for over 65 years. I think about 90% of it was a maze of new buildings, offices, college property, private car parks mostly. But I found near the top, what I think were the old NHS Children’s Eye Hospital place. I came to a block of old buildings. I recall dear Mater taking me there as a youngster, and learning that I was colour-blind. Ah, the memories! Someone told Mummy-dear that she should not be smoking in the surgery. She picked me up, and we left, never to return! Many years later, I applied for a job as Guardsman on British Railways and went to Derby Station for a medical. Bit of a disappointment, they discovered I was colour blind on red shades! Ah, I just love it when memories flood back!

The Torture for Pleasure – Keep Smiling – Calaboose Session: Hehe! I returned to the present day and hobbled back down the hill to the Church Hall and the After-Stroke donjon. We looked a little thin on the ground I thought, but it’s still early days yet. Compared to last week’s first session of about eighteen of us, we were today about only twelve, and that included the two ‘Specialist’ trainers. My ‘partner’ did not arrive, and all of us were split into threes, apart from Precious and myself. The whole thing went by quicker but actually took longer today. The series of exercises, with just me and Precious, both being about the same handicap-wise, was more enjoyable. We chatted and managed a clandestine laugh now and then. Despite our both being a little on the deaf side.

When it came to the Rest & Relax tape to be played, I went into ‘shut-off mode’. And it looked like Precious did the same. The lady said it suits some and not others. It turned out afterwards that we merry two of Precious and I couldn’t hear a word of the tape anyway. I mentioned this. Adding that this is no bother to me, listening to someone reading on a tape, somehow does not butter the bread for me.

On the break, the gang enjoyed the chocolate lemon flavoured tea cakes, anyway. Being lectured by someone also reading from a guide is hard to take seriously.

I got more out of today’s session, and the slight increase in the exercises did me no harm. I love the “If you can’t or struggle to do anything, do not do it!” Being followed with “Come on, get those arms and legs higher!”

The bowling sessions were almost a repeat of last weeks. There was my ball again, in the closest position, and the final person bowling in every game, knocked my ball away! Hahaha! Just a bit of fun, mind, and to me, a laugh!

We finished, just in time for me to miss the bus home. I mentioned this in a jocular fashion, and was informed in a Sergeant Majorly, rhadamanthine way “Well, you only have an hour to wait!” I’ll keep my wit to myself in future.

I gave my farewells to everyone near me, as we broke up. I got two replies more than last week, anyway. Three! But people were arriving to give lifts to the others, so their concentration would have been on that.

2Tue15I went in the hope that the L9 bus might be late, to the bus stop, but it had gone, of course, as I anticipated.

The next 40 bus wasn’t due for twenty minutes or so.

2Tue16I had a walk down to the Slab Square. And a party of ankle-snappers were being arranged on some visit or other.

I suppose it is with me not having any kiddywinks, but a warm glow comes over me when I see them. I think, with how trends have been and are going, these will make up the next generation of druggies, alcoholics, street sleepers, street beggars, car thieves, muggers etcetera? Maybe, if the country is still going, Members of Parliament? Haha!

I went back up Queen Street and caught the 40 bus. The side-saddle seats on these are at least a little more comfortable. I dropped off the bus, on the Winchester Street, and went 2Tue17up the hill a tad, to where the central island is to cross over.

Down the hill, despite the protests of the three-wheeler-trolley guide. 

I walked the length of Chestnut Way, a bit of a struggle to get by the wrongly parked cars, though, I must say.

Stopping at the new electric car charging point, outside the new Winwood Extra Care Court, to try and take a photo again, this time with an SD card in the camera! Tsk! My sense of humour told me to put the three-wheeler in one shot. Hahaha! There are two bays dedicated to this facility, one was in use by a petrol-driven car. I think maybe overall, there are fewer parking spaces since the upgrading, but I might be wrong… it has been known any times before!

2Tue20

I got in the foyer, and up in the lift. What a mess greeted me!

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I got inside, feeling better than I ought to, considering the physio session. I was annoyed by all of the bit of fluff, plastic etc. in the hallway, all being outside my door?

The landline flashed its light and rang out, but stopped before I could get to it.

I stripped and got the handwashing done and hung on the airer. Pondering as I did this, over tomorrows tasks, as I got some triple fired chips in the oven and set the timer. Wednesday is the day for the much-needed and delayed visit to the Sherwood Health Centre Podiatrist. A terrible time for the appointment though, 13:50hrs! Which will mean, I’ll be drained and incapable of doing anything when I get back home. I may fall asleep in the waiting room like I did last time. That wasn’t appreciated by the staff at all, as I remember.

2Tue25A simple nosh was prepared. Mostly tomatoes. I added all of the giant orange tomato on the buttered baguette and the BLT sarnie. Put some of the brown mini Sicilian toms halved on the plate. Chopped some of the freshly cooked beetroot as well.

A Limoncello dessert to follow. And got down to eat and enjoy it…

WD 0.0.128A The smell of the burning chips in the oven made me faffle-about and get to them ASAP. All was okay, though. I saved a few of them and added them to the plate. Oy Yey!

The nosh was a well-worthy 8.5/10 flavour-rating!

I got down in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, recliner, and was soon off into the much welcome land-of-nod! 

I woke later, in need of a wee-wee. As I dismounted the reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, the landline went again. I got to it on time, though. It was NCH’s Nichola. She needed to do an interview with me and checked to see if I would be available on Thursday at around 10:00hrs. I concurred and wrote it down on the pad straight away, to add to the calendar in the morning.

I took the belated SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) wee-wee, and returned to the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later, £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. Concerned that getting back to sleep might prove problematical after being disturbed by the wee-wee and phone call.

But… Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Monday 26th August 2019: Frustrations, ailments & Whoopsiedangleplops. Humph!

2019 Aug 26

2019 Aug 26

Monday 26th August 2019

Afrikaans: Maandag 26 Augustus 2019

WDPright02WD 0.50.0 03:15hrs: I woke in a bit of a state, I think I might have been trying to escape a nightmare scenario. Well, I know I was! It was a horrible dream I’d been having! I can only remember the end of it accurately. It felt like it had lasted a long time. People from my past working life were in it, yet strangely, I couldn’t recognise or name many of them. It involved them each having a traffic accident of some sort. In the one, I woke up from, as I can recall; I was working in a warehouse and couldn’t find what I was searching for on the high shelves… then I and the shelving was outside and me still on the top shelf… I watched as a van with an old colleague driving, and it went underneath a pantechnicon lorry, which drove on for a mile, not knowing he was taking the van with him (how I knew this, I don’t understand), I climbed down and got on the milk float and drove to the scene of the accident. I got under the lorry and pulled out a piece of the man’s mangled body. Blank. Arrived back at the warehouse and I got the sack for leaving without permission. Then I was suddenly wearing a uniform and knocking on a door to tell a lady about her husband’s death… That I think, is when I sprang awake!

I made some memory notes on the notepad, to refer too when doing the above description of the dreaming.

Removed my grossly overweight bloated body from the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige-coloured, c1968, unkempt, rusty-recliner, and hobbled to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). Which was almost full as I started to use it! The wee-wee was of the USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) variation.

WDPright02WD 0.50.0 Arthur Itis was still having fun with my knees and legs. Tsk! Off to the kitchen to cleaned and sanitised the bucket. The and washing was moved to the stand-up airer. The toe was stubbed en route to the hallway.

WDPright02WD 0.50.0 As I was putting the kettle on, Dizzy Dennis attacked! It was not a long one, but, by Gawd, it was vicious with it! Perhaps one of the worst ever, it took me a while to regain my equilibrium and equipoise. During which I eventually was able to take two photographs of outside, through the thick-framed, light & view-blocking new windows. I used the Nikon camera this time. I noticed that this one too has an option to shoot in ‘P’ mode. So I tried to take both of the shots from the same place and zoom level. The first one on the ‘P’ setting, the other in Auto.

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The bottom field could do with a little precipitation, methinks. I was amazed that I could take them without much shaking at all, the camera is too large for me to use the right hand only. It seems that moments from recovering from Dizzy Dennis’s bother, things had calmed down so well? Things soon got back to normal, though, Humph! 

I made the brew, and took the medications, as the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet room. Another flash-bang-done, evacuation. A bit more painful, though?

WDPright02WD 0.50.0 In the brightly lit wet room, I noticed that the tummy looked like I might have been scratching away at it? The leg-ulcer spot was going wrinkly. And Arthur Itis’s visit to the knees did not look like it was about to give me break, any time soon.

 

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I imagine it’s all a part of ageing, decrepitation, disintegration, decay, decline, deterioration, debilitation, degeneration and natural enfeeblement of one’s body as age catches us up?  It’s not too bad getting it earlier in life via ailments than others do, cause when the so-called lucky ones get it later in life, it’ll be more of a shock for them. Egregious for them to withstand? There’s a warped, twisted sense of logicalness in there somewhere. (I think!) Hehe!

I needed another wee-wee, but was surprised, to say the least, to find it was an ELPSOA (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-Allover) type! No wonder the bucket was so full this morning!

The EQ told me to take the bucket with me to the computer, and keep it handy! So, I did!

I’d just made a start on updating the Sunday blog, and another call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room. Exactly the same mode of evacuation as earlier. But this time I got the crossword book out afterwards because the following wee-wee was again of the ELPSOA mode! Tsk!

1Mon07I got the blog completed and sent off. Went on the WordPress Reader. Then got some peas shelled and in the saucepan with soy sauce added. I reckon approx 12 peas were lost when they shot off of their own accord. Up to now, four have been retrieved! Haha!

Then got the mushrooms sliced, a drop of soy light sauce, and in the slow cooker, on a low setting!

I made a beginning to this post, in between several ELPSOA mode wee-wees. Consistent today!

I took a break, made a brew, and returned to the computer to check the tracking of the things coming.

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Up to 21:00hrs, eh? It’s gonna be a big problem for me, staying up and awake that long, if they do arrive that late! Oh, Globbalturds!

WDPright02WD 0.50.0 I was doing so well with the typing and Dizzy Dennis kicked-off again, joined by the stomach ache? I felt suddenly drained. Please, that I can stay awake long enough to catch the delivery… and that the intercom works and I can hear it! Please! Mind you, when I first moved in the flat, they delivered a computer chair to 72 Winchester Court on a Bank Holiday, and not Woodthorpe Court! Oh, dear, I’d forgotten all about that! ‘Treble Gobbalturds!’

I decided the only way I could hope to stay awake was to be doing something active that I might enjoy. So I got the ablutions sorted out.

WDPright02WD 0.50.0 The circadian scrub-up session’s dropsies were rife. Toothbrush and paste, razors, flannel, ear-oil pot, deodorant can… well, most things really! Humph! I suppose, because I was trying to rush, just in case the ankle-support arrived early. Deciding what needed cleaning first, was a decision-making nightmare, for someone like me, who is a devoted aboulomania sufferer. There was that much needed doing! Tsk! 

I opted to do the inside of the fridge first. I should have known better really, with the hand and arm being so shaky, and feeling so tired. The concentration levels being so low, as well!

WDPright021Mon11WD 0.50.0 Taking stuff out to clean in the sink, I broke one of the shelves in the door.

So, spent the next hour or so, cleaning up the mess I had made, and somehow didn’t get around to doing any actual cleaning of the fridge as I had intended! I blamed the shakes that had started-off. Oy Vey!

Frequent visits from Dizzy Dennis were not helping my concentration, either.

1Mon12I gave up the idea of doing any more refrigerator cleaning, and I took an RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) wee-wee. Then I had a rethink.

If I sit down at the computer again, there would be a real chance of my nodding-off and falling out of the chair, and missing the delivery man. So I abandoned the computerisationing, and decided to get the kitchen floor, (the one with the holes left in it, along with gaps in the wall, by the fitters of the needing a hyperintelligent brain like Einstein’s to understand and set up, heater), and decided I’d get the mottled-tiled uneven floor mopped. Which went rather well, actually. No real Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas at all.

WDPright02WD 0.50.0 However, when it came to cleaning out them up and bucket afterwards… Things went Whoopsiedangleploply ape-shit! Emptying the bucket of dirty water down the WC, and the damned polyneuropathy affected right arm had a shaking moment, at the same time as the leg did one of its Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances. The resulting chaotic mess, dirty water over the bowl, floor and me, meant another hour spent cleaning up. So far, I had made more mess than any I had cleaned-up!  No wonder I felt a right meshugener! Still, these things were stopping me falling asleep, at least. Not that they were doing much good, healthwise, or mentally! Humph!

1Mon13I got myself sorted out again, and had a look down from the balcony to see if any signs of a delivery van were there. Nope! Not a sign of life, other than the person who had parked their red car in the ‘Emergency Vehicles Only’ hatched area on Chestnut Way, and was on her or his mobile phone. It’s possible that the driver had to call a flat. One of the many, where the Intercom has failed, or the resident like me, is hard of hearing and cannot hear the weak, feeble tone it gives out when someone calls you on it from the lobby? But, nobody takes any notice of the road signage, and haven’t for over two years now, since the upgrading had started when the parking spaces were reduced.

So many new rules have been made and ignored. Like the removal of all the doormats in the corridors, they have made a come-back. I’d like to put mine back again, so I can help keep my prison cell cleaner, but do not know if the commandments are currently still in use, or not, and don’t want to get in trouble? Some are reappearing outside the flat doors, it is confusing. But, with so much mayhem and workings going on, it must be difficult, nae, impossible to keep tenants informed of everything. Not that the majority of us can remember anyway. Hehehe!

The body and mind were shattered now. But I had to keep up and about, to ensure I heard the delivery person when they call. So, I got the vacuum out and did a bit of Hoovering in the front room and hallway. There were marks on the floor edge panelling, but I was not up to bending down to clean them.

WDPright02WD 0.50.0 As I was doing this bit of cleaning, the Intercom panel, which I was stood right next to at the time, chimed and lit up. Had I been in the other room, I would never have heard it! I admitted the young man, and he confirmed the floor he needed, and was soon up at the front door, with the ankle-supports and the Lemon wafers.

1Mon14I thanked him, and off he shot.

The supports looked and felt awfully thin. But I now had them to try out at my leisure and pleasure. (Rare words for me! Haha!) The hard to find in the shops Manner Lemon Wafers, are so tasty and would serve as a meal for me tonight. I was just too tired-out and weary of doing any food preparation.

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WDPright02WD 0.50.0 The place (apart from the kitchen floor) looked dirtier and messier than when I started out to clean things up!

I felt burnt-out, bushed, and beaten. With a brabble-filled brain, that needed nothing more than sleep and rest!

I took the evening medications, had a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) wee-wee, and settled on the £300, second-hand, rickety, recliner, in search of sleep. Which I was confident would come quickly.

WDPright02WD 0.50.0 But, oh, no! The brain was soon filled with every type of fears, worries, anxieties, and an unasked for deep-depression. I felt lonely, pathetic, apprehensive, and cynically suspicious of everything without warning. A horrible feeling that determined that sleep, despite my overtiredness, took hours to come! During which time, TV was ignored, doing the crossword puzzle was just too much effort, and I sank lower in spirits. But why? When Arthur Itis, then the cramps arrived, I declined further.

This was not good.

WDPright02WD 0.50.0 Eventually, I did manage to drop-off, waking half-an-hour later, thinking it was time to rise and shine! Extracted my lumberingly rotund body from the £300, second-hand, not working, rickety recliner, and took an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee. Then realised it was only 22:00hrs! Got back down on the ancient. c1968, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating, rotting-away recliner. But, I still found trouble nodding-off!

Methinks perhaps, the grey-cells were overactive and befuddled. Mind you, that’s normal for me, innit?

Inchcocksk Today. Thursday 15th August 2019: Flatbound day, messy!

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2019 Aug 15

Thursday 15th August 2019

Macedonian: Четврток 15-ти август 2019 година

Menachem Begin was born this day in 1913

00:00hrs. I made a start on this blog. With the EQ telling me that the Stroke Physio leader Jennifer coming to talk, and questionnaire me, was not going to be an enjoyable visit – also, something seriously Whoopsiedangleplopish was on its way, and I would not like it! I had a positive sense of the reliability of both of these EQ warnings! My earlier feelings of a contented blitheness now disintegrated.

Doing this post was far less hassle than doing yesterdays, that I did before midnight. Then again, there were no photographs to go in it yet. The trembling fingers had ceased, and there was no Neuropathic Schuhplattler or stomping from the leg, either! A positive and welcome change!

My newly acquired allotriophagy came to the fore, in my decision to have a piece of pork pie, a tomato, and a mini-bag of Cheese Curls for breakfast!

WDPrightWD 0.51.102 I was well 4Thu07shattered when I got this far and decided to try and get some sleep in to catch up. The previous two-nights have been terribly messy with a total of only about three hours sleep! I put this down to ‘Turmoil of the Mind,’: a disturbed brain that cannot cut-off the echinate waves of worrying, fears, self-loathing, a total lack of confidence… a psychological-mind-block! I just thought I’d mention it! Humph!

I tried to do a panoramic shot with the Nikon camera of the moody looking sky, but I failed on every try. Pee’d-off with myself, I tried one last time, going down instead of across, I got this as a result. But it wasn’t what I was hoping for.

I put the TV on, all rubbish showing, to help me nod off. I was soon in the land-of-nod. I stayed there, blissfully for about four hours. Gratifying it was, and I woke up with a renewed faith. But the EQ warnings were niggling away at the grey-cells! Limiting my enjoyment of the new-found mood of semi-contentment. I got the handwashing on the airer and made a mug of tea.

WD 0.51.102 Oh, bother! As I walked through the door, I felt the water on the soles of my feet! The heart sank! An instant fearful depression came over me, with a touch of self-pity thrown in. I’ve Christened it as Inchies intimate, in-depth ‘Depressionalisational Period!’ Hehe!

As I traced the water flow, the unwanted mind-blast started off:

  • Why am I the only person in the 240 flats, who had an infestation of boll-weevils?
  • Why am I the only tenant out of about 240 flats, to have his electricity cut-off for nine-hours by the Willmott Dixon sub-contractors, by accident? 
  • Why am I the only resident to trip over Malcolm’s outside doormat last month?
  • Why was I the only tenant to get his carpet ruined and plaster left on his furniture, curtains, kitchen tops, and floor, by the Willmott-Dixon sub-contracted plasterer?
  • Why was it only me alone, that had to have his new heater resited so he could open the cupboard doors, and now has holes in the wall and floor that need financial attention to put right? 
  • Why was I the only old chap in the flats, to fall off of the L9 bus while alighting the same?
  • Why am now a World Champion Toe-Stubber?

And the most relevant question, why was I concentrating on long-gone cock-ups and chronic-bad-luck, with the current Whoopsiedangleplop still in need of being investigating? The queriest thing; ‘Am I losing it altogether, here?’ Hehe!

The water I found was not only coming from the twice-this-week repaired cold water tank. But worse, as I was sorting out the mess, I found that the socks and shirts underneath in the airing cupboard had all got soaked through and were musty smelling!

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WD 0.51.102 I made up four bags of musty-foul-smelling clothes from the airing cupboard. The shelf that was alright before the two visits from the plumbers earlier in the week was collapsing now! The bags of previously good socks, jammies and shirts were taken and put down the waste chute!

Standing cold water was cleared from the top half, the floor and the airing cupboard. The wet, but not too smelly socks and jammies, were gathered together and the bath towel added to the rest of the clobber, and I went down to get them in a washing machine, with tons of Wilko Y-Lang freshener crystals. I returned to the flat and was about to carry on with the blog, having set the timer for 30-minutes, when Jennifer from the Community Stroke Team arrived.

WD 0.51.102 An unsettling interview took place, exciting. Many questions answered. Details were given over, personal, medical, and problems being suffered. The EQ kept telling me not to go to the meetings. But, I agreed and thanked Jennifer. I should think about an hour-and-a-half was spent at the session with the lady. She told me the sessions start strictly at 09:30hrs and will last until 12:15hrs, on Tuesday 3rd September, and will be strictly controlled to a routine each week. Welcome, Exercises, Relaxation, Refreshments, Health & Wellbeing topics, and Activities? Rigid rules, I like that!

Shame that I can’t use the bus passThe late finish means nothing else will get done on Tuesdays, now.  She told me to cancel or change all other appointments for Tuesdays. That’ll be exciting – scary too! Haha! I asked her where precisely the meetings were to be held. She said; St Andrews Church and Castlegate Church Hall. Chaucer Street/Goldsmith Street. I’ve written this on the notes I’m leaving. She added I was to look it up on Google!

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WD 0.51.102 I thanked Jennifer, and off she went. When she had gone, I realised the washing was still in the washer! I hobbled down as quick as I could and got it in the dryer. Luckily this inconvenienced no one, Phew!

I checked the water leak, and place paper towels around so that I could see if any more water was escaping. I may have been caused when the repairs were done, as I could not see any more escapages? I got on with updating this post.

I took a couple of shots from the horrendously hard to get at for cleaning, light & view-blocking, new kitchen window. The second one, showing the scene-blocking extra-wide, photographer’s nightmare sticking out ledge.

WD 0.51.102 Argh! An hour or so later, I realised that the clothing was still in the dryer in the laundry room! I fumbled about and got down to the laundry room, expecting that someone would have removed, and rightly too, my clothing from the machine. But it was still in the drum. I removed the things and put them on top of the casing to sort out. I’m getting adept at using the walking stick to retrieve the socks at the back of the dryer. Haha! It took a while to get the socks sorted out into pairs again.

Back up, and got the kettle on, and took a wee-wee of the SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) variety. I was suddenly in quite an intransigent mood, determined to sort out if the water leak needed reporting or not! Blown if I can work it out. But it looks like no extra leaking from last time I checked?

Back to updating this blog, and…

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I went through the rigmarole of off and on again, resetting the crap virgin box. Then saved everything I could, turned everything off, gave it ten-minutes and all back on again. Although very slow, the net came on.

3Wed12aaI did the ablutions. The well-stubbed, unlucky middle toe, was a bit easier pain-wise.

It was the mental side of things I was struggling with today. Hehe!

I felt all unsettled, with the things going as they have been. The lack of and disorganised sleep, the psychological mind blocks, the water leaks, the laundry cock-ups, the uncomfortable interview, Liberty-Global’s lousy service. Plus,  the EQ always being right is annoying and niggling, as well! Humph!

I’m tired again, and its nearly head-down time. With so much not being done as well. I’ll get the nosh sorted and eaten. I’ll probably fall asleep eating it. Grumph!

WD 0.51.102a Getting the nosh prepared, and had a walk onto the balcony, as the sun looked to have come out with a vengeance. But, I was not fooled into using the veranda widows after all, as the wind was howling through the gaps in the panes. I took these shots from the kitchen window instead.

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Oh, the beautiful sky and clouds! A nephologygist (Like wot I am) delight!

I carried on updating for an hour or more. But it was already beyond mu head-down time, and fatigue arrived. I got the nosh prepared.

4Thu11Well, the nosh turned out to be a much better one than of late. McCains overcooked chips (fries), fresh garden peas, ball-bearing textured beetroot, pickled gherkins, apple slices, Gorgeous tomato sandwiches on Milk Roll bread, and Pork Farms (Very fatty) pork pie sliced. Followed with a little pot of Lemon Mousse. Overall, a Flavour-Rating of 7.8/10.

Washed the pots, then did the handwashing. Checked the leaking from the airing cupboard storage tanks again, and no new water found! Fingers crossed.

Then I got my over-bulbous, rachitic body down in the £300, second-hand, sickly beige-coloured, sometimes not working (like now), rickety, c1968, rusty, almost intolerably lumpy, recliner, and immediately started the nod-offs and waking seconds later!

5Fri01I had to get up again an hour or so later, to use the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), for an unexpected, almost lachrymose wee-wee of the ELPSOA (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-Allover) variety. I had a look at the stubbed-toe as I resettled into the unsteady recliner. By gum, it had settled down a lot at last!

Then again, thinking about it, I had not been out for a hobble today, had I? We’ll see how it goes tomorrow when I have a walk to try and get a small saucepan with lid, to replace the one I had incinerated. Mmm!

The nodding-offs and waking minutes later, started again!

Hey-Ho!

 

Inchcockski – Monday 12th August 2019: Medical Globdangerations, today!

2019 Aug 12

2019 Aug 12

Monday 12th August 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 12fed Awst 2019

02:10hrs: I woke, and had to free my horrendously ever-growing ever more significantly-sized wobbly-body from the £300, second-hand, none-working-at-the-moment, painfully off-putting beige-coloured, c1968, rickety recliner, for a wee-wee. Gained my balance, grabbed the stick and to the good old (empty) EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket).

WD 0.0.128A The wee-wee style was of the IDKWIB (I-don’t-know-why-I-bothered) mode. Never has so little been evacuated, resulting in such effort, patience, and pain! Urgh! Argh! And ten minutes later, a two-second dribble! Huh!

1Mon01aI must crack on today, the Doctors appointment at 08:50hrs, and Health Centre at 11:00hrs and some bread and tomatoes to be bought while I’m out.

The view from the kitchen window was a good one this morning.

The BP machine and thermometer were not having it again! I took the medications and made a brew.

I got the handwashing done and hung to dry. Then the summoning from the innards to attend the Porcelain Throne arrived. A messy evacuation, but not so painful. Washed the hands, the none-quivering hands, I might add. (Oh, yes, Smugmess Mode Adopted!)

1Mon02WD 0.0.128A The whole body looked extremely anaemic and cadaverous, it fair shocked me. Especially as I was feeling a lot stabler healthwise, in myself this morning?

Still, the pot marks and papsules seemed to be clearing up? Even the spider-veins were not showing up as much as vividly as they usually do. But that might be due to the current anaemicalness. I must mention this and show this picture to the Doctor this morning.

As I was just about to start updating yesterday’s blog, I had to hasten to the wet room for a sudden wee-wee. What a difference with this one! An unexpected, catching me unawares, LPSS (Long-Powerfull-Stinging-Splashingback) version! Another mess to clean-up! Humph! It was a good job I didn’t use the bucket this time, else it may well have been blasted out of my hand! Hehehe!

Back to the computer and got the finalisationing done to Sunday’s diary. Posted it off. Then went on the WordPress Reader. Made a start on this blog.

An hour or so later: I got the ablutions done.

WDP 01b leftWD 0.0.128A But at a cost! Tsk! Not exactly a good session, injury-wise, today. Oy Yay!

  • A tiny cut, but on the facial mole, and it took me ages to encourage it to stop bleeding.
  • Loss my balance while operating the death-defyingly dangerous, green hard metal sock glide.
  • Recovered and then lost a diddy chunk off of a finger on the suicidal-sock-grabber clip!
  • A final toe-stubbing on the seat-raiser metal leg finished the run of Accifauxas.

1Mon04Readied things for the hobble to the surgery. It was too early to take the waste bags to the chute.

WD 0.0.128A I set off out, down the elevator and out on to Chestnut Way. A worrying sight outside Winchester Court had me fretting a bit. As I drew level, ambulancemen came out, with a meat-trolley, but thankfully, no one was on it. Fingers crossed.

1Mon05The dang white Mercedes van was still there in the same place, parked up on the Winchester Street Hill pavement. I had to go out onto the road again to get around it. Tsk!

The walk down the incline was most pleasant weather-wise. Not too windy, sunny or any rain affected the hobble into Carrington.

On Mansfield Road, it seemed like a Nottinghamian’s Pavement Cyclists Heaven today. I’ve put photographs together, to show the naughty people all in one place.

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1Mon9I arrived with plenty of time to spare and logged in with the receptionist. I had a bash at the crossword book. Got some in on puzzled I keep going back to. Swank-Mode-Engaged!

Dr Vindla came into the waiting area and summoned me to her surgery. She asked me what the problem was. I told her that Nurse Ann had made the appointment about my NCH medical results from last week. “Ah, yes!” When did you last have a fall? ‘Over a week ago, I’m doing better now!’ Well, that’s hardly encouraging, is it? ‘Well, no!’ – she had a check of the lungs, and I mentioned the whiteness of the body this morning. Writing on the computer. You’ll need more blood tests, make an appointment when you leave! ‘Okay, thanks’. That’s it! ‘Thank you’. I departed and made the appointment with the receptionist. Who, knowing me, wrote the date and time down for me,  (Tuesday 20th August 07:30hrs) and told me not to lose it! I gave her1Mon10 some nibbles and made my way to the Lidl store, as I had plenty of time before the Sherwood Health Clinic appointment.

I left the store with some Scarlet Tomatoes, Mayonaise and some chicken drumsticks. I caught the bus back to Sherwood. Where the pavement cyclist almost hit me as I got off of the bus. Swine! 

1Mon14aI crossed over at the Pelican lights and made my way to the Sherwood Health Centre.

Where a different young lady this time, took the note from me, and gave me a sympathetic look, as she explained that the appointment is for September, not August! She kindly did not sneer or look at, nor deal with me in a demeaning way at all! Bless her!

WD 0.0.128A I asked if I could book an appointment with the paediatrician. Which made her laugh out loud, as she said; “I take it you mean the Podiatrist, my dear?” Even I had a sneaky smile when I realised what I had said, well, when she told me what I said! Hehehe! She phoned them for me, and she’d soon got me weighed up, as she wrote the much in the distance time and date on the doctor’s appointment card for me. Wednesday, 11th September! Blimey, my toes need cutting now! I thanked her and departed, to leave her to tell others of my faux pas, no doubt. Haha! I know I would have!

1Mon14I hobbled back into Sherwood and called in the Wilko shop. I got a bottle of liquid soap-flakes and a bottle of bleach.

Then made my way up the hill, over the crest and down into the Woodthorpe Grange Park. Where I had a long, slow walk through up the hill.

1Mon15While frequently stopping to view and admire the greenery, trees, and watch the many dogs taking their owners for a walk. Haha! I haven’t felt so contended in a long time. Just watching the pets and frondescence, plants, magnificent old trees, shrubbery, flowers, brambles, petiole, and shin-tangles, was a pleasure for me. Even the Pavement Cyclist didn’t get to me this time.

1Mon18I was in no rush, I was happy. When I got to the top and turned right onto the gravel hill path, and Winwood Heights came into view, I wondered and hoped that no resident had taken poor;y earlier, or worse.

I painstakingly made my way down the footpath. The three-wheel trolley-guide does not like going downhill at all. Controlling the thing can get a bit dodgy at time. But not today, I got to the bottom without any mishaps at all. Even the idiot who drove her little black car at such speed to the end garages area did not get to me either! I was getting a bit worried about all this contentment, it’s not natural for me!

I got in and up to the flat without seeing a soul. But that is not unusual. I got in and put the bits I’d bought while out away. Got on the computer and added the new appointments to the Google calendar.

WD 0.0.128A I started updating this blog and went to make a brew. Suddenly and serendipitously, just out of the blue, my general outlook on life returned. The doubts, fears, worries, and fretting about everything stormed into my mind! Nothing was sacred! I even wondered if I’d bought the mayonnaise in error and should have got something else to go on Josie’s fish? I couldn’t get it clear in my head. So much so, I called at Josie’s to ask her if it was Mayonaise that she said went well with her Tuna fish. It was, thankfully, the right stuff. We had a little natter, and I felt a fool for having to ask. I thanked her.

Back to doing the blogging. Time to get the fodder cooking. I got some chips in the oven; I’ll add the beef pie later.

1Mon20The EQ warned be that I must take care and concentrate? No other tips, though. The mind was still in a state of nervousness and worry.

While doing the cooking, I took and enjoyed perusing this nephelognosyer’s delight, photograph. I got the medications taken while waiting for the chips and beef pie to cook.

1Mon21I stripped down to the PPs. I made some buttered wholemeal flatbreads and served up the nosh. It looked good, it smelt grand, and I was really enjoying it and watching Rumpole of the Bailey, as…

WD 0.0.128A The door chimes rang out as I was eating! I put a seat cover around me, got the stick and answered the door. It was another Nottingham City Homes plumber! This chap had come to replace something on the cold water tank, that the chap came to replace yesterday, but a different part.

WD 0.0.128A He spent ten-minutes examining things, and he asked me if I had a pair of step ladders he could use. I went out to look on the balcony for them – passing the steps on the way! He spotted them, and once more, I felt a right fool today! Hehe!

WDP 01b leftWD 0.0.128A wd 0.0.128 A cracking, possibly the most painful ever toe-stubbing against the swivel chair legs. Oh, the pain! It forced me into using a little unsavoury language, I’m afraid!

I tried to eat the rest of the meal, but things were cold and soggy by now. Humph! Threw it in the bin!

The gentleman got the job done. I thanked him, and off he trudged.

wd 0.0.128 I found the stubbed-toe was the middle digit. Toes either side catching against the injury, meant I could not even wear my slippers. I was getting all fretfull again. And it soon started to turn black or blue on the second photograph.

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Lucky; is perhaps not the best of words to describe me. Globdangerations!

It’s no wonder no one wants to come and visit me, it’s obviously the fear of catching and being affected by my infections, infirmities, maladies, contaminations, miasmas, issues, madness, contagions, disorders, afflictions, tribulations, ill-luck, contaminations, miasmas, septicity, anxiety disorder, timorousness, apprehensions, fears, septicity, and insecureness! And, I can’t blame them, either! Hehehe!

A harangued, pissed-off and had-enough Inchcock, then sat there doing nothing but mentally battling against the incoming Surface-to-Inchcock’s-Brain missiles, bringing forth sanity attacking worries, fears and a cruel demoralising acceptance of failure and distemperature, as the norm!

If anyone is training for a Doctorate (PhD or PsyD), who would like a challenging case to study, no charges either way! Can they please Email me. Haha!

A pictorial plod around Nottingham

Friday 9th August 2019

A hobble around the Slab Square, Nottingham

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Nottingham’s Premier shoplifting quadrant

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South Parade – The pedestrian’s nightmare!

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Burst water main affected tramlines, South Parade

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Beastmarket Hill – The old and the not so new

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The sad-looking kids’ beach – Child Carer on her mobile! Fancy that!

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The ever-popular MiniMiami ride. Hehe!

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‘Gone fishing’ Stall. Another popular attraction?

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Long Row. A Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists paradise!

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A rare Nottingham sight, imitation Policemen!

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Upper Parliament Street. A local mugger’s spot.

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Queen Street, with my trusty Acciafuxpas three-wheel guide. On the way home!

Haveth a great day, folks!

GC Smiling

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 30th July 2019: The dysphoric moments were rarer today. Yee-Ha!

2019 July 30

2019 July 30

Tuesday 30th July 2019

Croatian: Utorak, 30 Srpnja 2019

02:30hrs. I woke, hearing the oddest submarine sonar rebounding sounds! The noise seemed to be everywhere around me? I got the hearing aids in to listen, but they had to come out sharpish, as the noise modulations seemed an exact replica; not that I’ve ever been on an unterseeboot of course, I judged this on the films I’ve seen, they almost hurt my eardrums! The pitch or intonations were annoying, not loud, though, at all.

Confused, I had to get up and investigate. Nae bothers, in my extraction of the bulbously obese stomach and thin, scrawny limbs from the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner. Or in getting my balance and standing upright. (This was lovely to experience, but worrying, it was so unnatural). No demands from the innards for a wee-wee either! I had a poddle around searching for the source of the abnormal sound, as it slowly seemed to dissipate into the ether as I hobbled from room to room. Another 72 Woodthorpe Court, Unsolved mystery!

WD 64.0.64. As luck would have it, (Yes, even I get some sometimes! Hehehe!) I was right next to the wet room door in the mini-hallway, when things began to move evacuationally, of their own accord inside… I made it, but only just, to the Porcelain Throne in time! What an absolute pleasure to free things without any hard pushing! It still hurt though, but not as much as it has been doing. Those Macrogol chrystals seem to have worked a treat! (You watch now, I’ll get diarrhoea next! Hahaha!)

2Tue04Cleaned things and me up, first time for a messy session in ages.

I got the kettle on, and the handwashing checked, still far to damp to move them.

Come think of it, it was feeling almost cold this morning. I checked the thermometer, it showed 2Tue03a healthy 25°c – 74°f, 

I did the health checks, not quite as good this morning. I think that the Blood Pressure was a little higher than it has been recently. Sys 14, Dia 130, the pulse was okay at 72. The body temperature was a lowly 33.9°c, well I thought that at first. So using the format given to me by 2Tue06Tim Price on the calculator, of course, it seems that this is 93.02°c? So, maybe I got a little confused again? Ahem!

Checked the emails, and a friend in the flats had asked me; if I was having a Morrison order coming, to get certain foods that were on offer. I emailed back, no problem. I got onto the computer and low and behold, they had none in stock! So, I’ll order some later for her. Sent an email again, explaining the situation.

Life is always messy, innit? Haha!

WD 64.0.64. I got the Computer on – and more Windows updates came in! Then, as I started working on the updating process…

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2Tue03aI got the Monday post finished in a reasonable time. The fingers, hands, arm, and leg were all being kind to me, not a lot of jerking, jumping and dancing. Only the shoulder shakes were of any real bother. A worrying few mini-dizzy-spells, though.

I checked on a different site for the week’s weather. Precipitation for today was given as 100%, with thunder. The remaining days showed as far less rain. We’ll see!

2Tue05I went to make a brew of tea, and the clouds in the sky certainly, visually, backed up the forecast on the site.

I must not forget to call in the Sherwood Health Centre on the way out and get an appointment made for my toes to be clipped, as the receptionist told me to. By golly, the nails on the hand and feet grow so quickly now, after the stroke. I wonder why?

Ah, well, time to get the ablutions done. Back later, folks.

WD 64.0.64. A All done and dusted. The teggies were done. Shave completed with only two tiny nicks. The shower was taken, only dropping the soap once, and the showerhead, once. The drying off went Whoopsiedangleplop-free! The sock-glide was battled, and no Accifauxpas involved! Bit of a Fauxpa with the eye spray, I dropped it twice. The ointment for  Haemorrhoid Harold was lost just the once… but, the darned leg did a bit a few seconds of a Tango, crossed with the Stomp, and I trod on the tube on the floor while I was retrieving it. (The usual bad-timing, Haha!) Which now needs a replacement! Ah, well!

I took the sorted black bags to the chute and returned to gather the requirements for the trip to Asda to get the rest of the shopping, that I couldn’t carry yesterday. But, with the INR Nurse not calling this week, at least I have the time go today.5Fri006

The plan was to go out about 08:24hrs, this would, or should give my time to have a hobble up trough the park, and through the twitchel, and down to and along Elmswood Gardens to the Health Centre. Then get the appointment time to the next nail-clipping session. But as per normal… Humph and Angermaking Fiddlesticks!

2Tue08I got Out, over Chestnut Way, pausing to take in the beautiful clump of trees at the bottom of the hill. Then, up the gravel footpath to the park, alright. Also, through the ginnel, stopping to take a photographicalisation of the fantastic view that greeted me at the end of the alley.

Down and right along to the end of Elmswood Drive. I admired the flowers en route to the Sherwood Health Centre.

WD 64.0.64. A most curious, but I hope curiously, an unusual event happened then. I was watching some little black and red insects, who were buzzing around some pink flowers on the garden hedge. And I actually watched closely while on the whatever-they-were, stung me on my right index-finger-end. And felt nothing! No pain whatsoever. The bite or sting-thing was swelling up and turned bright red! Only a tiny area mind, about the size of the pinhead. I haven’t felt any discomfort at all. Hence, this is the first time I’ve found a benefit of being diagnosed with the CIDP (Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy and Peripheral neuralgia) The nerve damage must have failed to get the message to the brain, that I’d just been stung? There is probably a more logical answer, but I like mine better. Hahaha! I must remember to ask my mate, Lynton Cox what he thinks. He’s a bit of a genius on these things.

For a minute or so, I thought I saw it throbbing. By the time I’d got to the clinic, about five minutes, I’d forgotten all about being bitten. Hehehe!

WD 64.0.64. I got in the centre and to the receptionist, the same one who told me to call back this week. I gave her my NHS details. She rang the departed needed and spoke for a good while. I could not hear what was being said until she finished and came to the counter window. To tell me they have not made up the lists yet. “If you call again in two weeks, I can make you an appointment!” Precisely the same statement she made two weeks ago, that was why I was there! Hey-ho! I thanked her (again), and left, feeling a little less hopeful this time. I walked into Sherwood, with plenty of time to kill, before I could use the bus pass. So, being a tight-wad, I had a walk around the shops.

I called in the Co-op and bought a pack of salt & vinegar rice cakes and a packet of fresh garden peas. As I meandered around, I bumped into Welsh William a few times. He was doing the same as me, killing until he could use his free-bus-pass. Well!

2Tue12WD 64.0.64. When I got to the bus stop on the other side of the road, a naughty, ignorant git of a Pavement Cyclist came flying down the hill on the footpath. 

He was that quick, I only just caught a glimpse of him on the picture. He’d just rounded the block on the mobile, then Welsh William (with the carrier bag) and was gone! Swine!

I met some of the clan from the flats and had a word with some, then the 58 bus I needed, arrived. It got Arnold very quickly, and so I had time to get the shopping in a slightly more relaxed manner. I utilised the shopping list and didn’t get anything that was not on it! Smug-Mode-Adopted! I used the regular checkout and bought Milk, beetroot, gherkins, Cheesy curls, lollies, rice cakes and a milk roll sliced loaf.

I struggled a bit packing the trolley and bag. So much so that I thought I might miss the bus after all! But no, I got to the bus stop, and within a minute the L9 arrived.

A gloriously sunny day, no signs of the promised rain yet. Back at Winwood Heights, I got home ASAP from the bus and got the fodder put away.

Got the kettle on and oven warming to use later and podded the garden peas and got them into the saucepan. Then went on the balcony and took some photographs of Chestnut Way.

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While I had the camera in hand, I then took some pictures from different angles than usual. Of the residencies, a little more zoomed-in. I hope you like them.

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I started to do the updating of this blog next. With so many photographicalisations, it took me hours to get this far.

When I went to make a mug of tea, boy, what a change in the weather from earlier. The heavens opened up!

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I opened a window that didn’t claim any chinks of finger flesh this time. And took two shots to try and capture the falling drops of rain.

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2Tue15fAn hour later, and things had changed back again!

I was gob-smacked at this.

I wonder if it will revert again to the rain and go dark once more?

I am something of a pluviophile (someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days).
I got the nosh going, while I did some more updating.

2Tue21Took the medications. Cooking finished.

The result, a nectarous, finger-licking, tasty plate of fodder! I believe this would be called a dogwood sandwich in New Mexico. (Thanks, Tim Price). A well-worth-it Flavour rating of 8/10. Had the Asda (Walmart) baby beetroots been a little less like ball-bearings in texture, it would have been a higher score! Tsk!

I got the handwashing done, rinsed and left hanging to dry. A bit like Theresa May, really!

2Tue22As I got myself settled to watch some TV and got the pins up on the chair. I remembered that I had forgotten to tell Dr Vindla about the legs differing sizes.

The nerve-damaged right leg, was positively thinner, and the flesh much softer, but the scars, papsules and unidentified blotches had gotten much fainter?

The eyelids grew heavier.

Zzzz!

Inchcock – Mon 22 July 2019: Odynometer needed early on, but things got a lot betterer later!

2019 July 22

Excuses, justifications, mock-reasons, subterfuges,
tricks, whitewashes, no whys-and-wherefores, but coverups, disguises, machinations, but no admissions or apologias!

2019 July 22

Monday 22nd July 2019

Zulu: NgoMsombuluko 22 kuJulayi 2019

I woke at 00:30hrs, while considering whether to gt up or not, and finding I did not need a wee-wee, I fell asleep again. 02:50hrs. Rewoke, and almost perkily set about freeing my excessively, inordinately, unduly, unnecessarily, unreasonably, absurdly crassulent body, from the warming comforting grasp of the £300, second-hand, rickety, c1968, sometimes working, cruddy beige coloured, dingy, near-dilapidated recliner.

WD0.0.128 By Gawd it was cold. Then I realised I had left the unwanted hard-work new balcony door wide open overnight! Brrr! So I grabbed the walking stick and went to close it ASAP.

By the time I had done the few paces back to the chair, a wee-wee was needed. Amazingly, I found the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) totally empty! But it wasn’t for long. A UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee) saw to that. I got off to the kitchen, where I rinsed and hung up hand washing that had been soaking overnight in the bowl. 

There was no dancing from the leg at all, and only the odd short ones from the other limbs. I got the medications imbibed, and did the health checks: Systolic 155, Diastolic 55, Pulse 85, Temperature 34.9°c. Then I had another wee-wee, and what a change again, it was of a PSAOS (Powerfull-Spraying-All-Over-Showering) type.

WD0.0.128 I had an early morning visit from Dizzy Dennis that shook me up a bit, got me somewhat nervous. I had to stop and sit down for fear of going over. But it continued for a long time.

I set about doing the updating of the Sunday post. Which took less time than it has for ages, with the hand and fingers, being calm at this time. I got it finished after a couple of hours and went to make a brew.

Unfortunately, Dizzy Dennis returned1Mon02.

I got sat down in the recliner while things eased off. Taking the opportunity to take a photograph of the pins that were upon the chair. They had lost a lot of the fluid retention, but not any of the pot-marks and papsules, etc. but did appear a lot less inflamed and swollen.

As I was making a start on the day’s blog, well!

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I went on the Electoral Confirmation site, to fill in my details. A note said it would take between 10 to 15 minutes to complete. Hahahahahaha! Not with Mr Fries internet and the Axonotmesis, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nitrofurantoin Neurotmesis playing up! I didn’t really check how long it took, but it was over an hour! Grumph!

1Mon07aWDA 0.0.128 I did the ablutionalisational duties next. I ended up avoiding any of the toe-stubbings, came through the daily battle with the Sock-Glide unharmed as well. But I did accrue two little nicks when shaving.

The hand and arm both started dancing the Flamingo or Fandango at the wrong time for me. Grumph!

1Mon06Also, I spotted the newly appeared spots, papsule, bruises, and pockmarks on the ever-increasing in size again, stomach! Oy Vay!

The long bruise, in the shape of an arc, was unusual. Not the foggiest idea where, how or when I got this?

1Mon03But, the pins, still one slightly bigger than the other. However, both had lost a lot of fluid retention. They both looked a little anaemic. But, the scars, bruises, papsules etcetera, seemed much calmer this morning. The dysaesthesia is no better, I managed to drop a razor, a bottle of antiseptic and the bleach!

Later on, I took some photographs from the balcony, the one with the finger-trapping and flesh-eating metal spring-clip opener. Haha!

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I still don’t know if I can get out to the doctors today. Will the INR nurse be arriving today? We have a lot of intercoms not working – is this the case with mine? This has been going on for over a week now, I need to find out what’s what! I’m getting a tad distraught and antsy, again. I’ll nip to see if Deana is in, and ask her to call the Doctor for me. If so, I can make an appointment to see the Doctor and for the CHD checks at the same time… I hope! Overwise it will mean me having to go out to the surgery and hope I don’t miss the nurse! I had a look at my intercom, it showed a red light on Missed Calls and the Do Not Disturb! Doing its own thing now! Oh, I am getting testy now!

I decided to go to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistical Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from the location. The weekend out-of-date sales area, and residents porta-cabin. In the hope to catch Obergruppenführeress and Hustle Model Deana or Obersturmführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Julie, and ask if they can call the surgery for me to help sort out my problems for me. If they are not available, I come back to the flat and get things ready to catch a bus down into Sherwood and have a walk into Carrington and see then at the surgery.

I met Chrissie on her way home near the lifts as I got out. She warned me that the wind was terrible out there!

WD0.0.128 I walked down to the shed. The Wardens were both out doing their jobs in the flats. So were not available. A chap, one of the assessors whatever in the hut, said he would tell Deana I wanted her when she returns. I had a little moan about my situation and frustration. And walked back to the apartment. Got the bus pass and back out again to go to the surgery.

1Mon09I took a photo of some rather appealing yellow wildflowers en route, in Chestnut Walk.  Luckily for me (very much so).

I spotted Deana and Julie meeting up, as they returned to the cabin ahead of me.

Deana was on her mobile. Julie asked me what was up, and am I alright. I explained, in brief, the problems and we went into the office. Dean joined us, and I fear I may have waffled on a bit, about how the medical people don’t seem to realise my problems. No sooner had I told her, my shoulder first, then the leg and arm began dancing. It was embarrassing, but at last, someone has seen what it’s like for me to cope with the peripheral neuralgia problems.

The gal set about calling the surgery straight away. Deana made an appointment for the CHD Tests and handed me the phone to tell the receptionist about my other problems, the lack of IRN blood test nurse calling, and my not daring go out in case she does. Also, she may have called, and I didn’t know because the new intercom system is not working correctly. I think I confused the woman on the other end of the line, cause I could not hear what she was saying, and Deana took over to explain a lot clearer than I was doing. The result was that Leutnant Untersturmführeress and Part-time actress Deana, got me sorted out with the following results:

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  • The CHD Health Check was booked for Monday 5th August at 09:00hrs
  • The appointment to see Dr Vindla, with it being urgent, was made for 29th July.
  • The shortage of Beta-blockers will mean a prescription will be sent to the Carrington Chemist. Deana at the time called the chemist and ascertained that the Bisoprol will be delivered on Wednesday, by the pharmacist.
  • And the INR nurse would be arranged. Dean asked that I be informed of when this will be as soon as possible!

I much appreciated this help. And said so!

A little more spirited now, I left to go back to the flat. Having a little chinwag with some tenants who were waiting at the bus stop. Which was enjoyable for me.

When I got home, without needing a wee-wee! – I set about putting all the appointments on my Google Diary. Took me a while.

Then made an order up for next weeks delivery.

Next, I got on with updating this blog. And realised I’d given the wrong name for the beta-blockers. So I went back to the hut, and Deana said it didn’t matter.

Back to the flea-pit, and got the nosh sorted out.

1Mon34Polish pork, fresh peas, mushrooms, gherkins, tomatoes, and Maris Piper chips. Likely that the chips (fries) were some of the worst I have ever tasted! Fatty and bland!

Still, the Polish pork evened-out the taste-rating score, of 6.9/10.

Washed up and took the medications.

I watched some TV. Zzzz!

Inchcock’s Nottingham City Centre Hobble Photographicalisations

Thursday 11th July 2019

Nottingham City Centre Hobble, Photographicalisations

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Little John’s Bell Tower – Nottingham Council House

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Imitation Policemen & Nottinghamians – Long Row

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Slab Square – Pavement Cyclist and Tram Lines

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Upper Pariament Street – Pavement Cyclist

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South Parade, Tram & Slab Square

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Friar Lane

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St Jame’s Street

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Angel Row

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Theatre Royal Tram Station (With hungry posing pigeon)

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Market Street Shops

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Upper Parliament Street

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Pavement Cyclist – Upper Parliament Street

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Nottinghamian’s, (attractive though!) crossing against the Don’t Walk Sign

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Finally, back to Queen Street, to catch the bus home!

I thank you!

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TTFNski.

 

 

 

 

Inchcock’s Tales (Confessions) of Hounds Gate – Part of ‘The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe’!

Inchcock’s Tales (Confessions) of Hounds Gate

Part of ‘The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe’!

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Hounds Gate, Nottingham; The early name for the street was Hungate, and it was referred to as such in 1326 and appeared in this form on John Speed’s map of Nottingham of 1610. It is thought it received this name from being where part of the kennels for Nottingham Castle 100 attack hounds were situated.

We could do with bringing them back! Hehehe!

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I hobbled up it this morning with the camera, and the brain in nostalgia-Mode! It is a sad sight nowadays. Abandoned retailers, and a muggers and druggies paradise. I have found out that 1098 crimes in May 2019 were reported within and half a mile. Big Issue Sellers, and Ice Cream vans, and muggers today. Rumour has it that two Nottingham policemen were spotted patrolling on foot in Hounds Gate in 2018, but we cannot confirm this overdramatic, ridiculously sensationalised claim.

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This morning, there were few Nottinghaman’s about, being early in the day. Thus less chance of being mugged, sold some weed or a street beggar begging and his dog snapping at my feet! Hehehe!.

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It is interesting to remember that the first town steward, John Collishaw, who was appointed in 1787 lived in Houndsgate and he only died so recently as 1809. The spectacular Bridge of Sighs, which connects the two portions of a great soft-goods warehouse and which spans Hounds Gate in really a charming manner, was erected in 1923. My father used to collect and deliver to it as late as 1959. He always called to see if they had any returns, when he was on the Nottingham run. I suspect that this might have been prompted by the threepence 3d, he was paid for each one he collected. I used to go with Dad on school holidays, and the slightly pleasantly built meaty, muscular young lady who managed the warehouse and office, was always a cheerful soul as I recall! Haha! 

Another memory, was of a twenty-year lad, legless, totally drunk, and getting arrested, on a Wednesday night, in about 1966. Yes, it was me! Shame-Mode-Adopted! 

Sister Jane swore she saw two customers in that Sub-Way store last month! Huh!

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Towards the top of the road, I came across a self-advertised Cargo-Bike. I looked back and took this picture while the chap was busy organising his load. He really ought to fit an alarm to it, you know!

Hounds Gate 01fCloser to the top of Hounds Gate, was Ye Olde Salutation Inn. Claimed to be the second oldest pub in England along with theRoyal Children pub on Castle Gate nearby.

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I mention this, because I am not a born-again recovering holier than thou alcoholic, and remember visiting both pubs many times in my drinking days. And by gum, they sold some great beer, and the atmosphere was great!

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I exited Hounds Gate, up the paved path. On to what was called Granby Street in 1963 when it was built. This was a Whoopsiedangleplop moment for me. The three-wheeled trolley guide then toppled over, the toe was mercilessly stubbed again in the process, and a few well-chosen words were spoken. Well, no that’s a fib – they were not well-chosen at all, the just burst out!

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The memories flooded back at the same time, though.

Finally, a photo from c1920 of Hounds Gate.

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Not much changed aesthetically I think.

I’ll let you know when I look up what aesthetically means.

T.T.F.N. Folks!