Inchcockski – Wed 26 Feb 2020: Test results reveal a new ailment, Christened Prediabetes Petunia. They keep coming, Tsk!

2020 Feb 26

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Wednesday 26th February 2020

Zulu: ULwesithathu 26 kuFebhuwari 2020

00 Feb 26

GM06 DEEP RED00:30hrs: I stirred and passed wind, the gurgling, bubbling and churning from the innards, convinced me to rise and get to the Porcelain Throne with some haste.

As I freed my massively flobby-framed body from the £300, second -hand, c1968, sickeningly-beige coloured recliner and rose onto my feet, it dawned on me: “Aha! The Arthur Itis sharp digging pains from yesterday were no longer there! This is the second time this has happened. Why I have not the foggiest. Same as the first time, I was virtually crippled for a few hours, then it slowly eased off, and things have returned back to normal, still hurting of course, but not debilitating any longer. Oche, I’m baffled!

3Wed10aThe visit to the wet room proved a total failure, despite the gurgling from within, and escapages of wind, there was no movement whatsoever. Still, I got a couple of answers on the crossword done. Haha!

And got a shot of the pins. A few new Clopidogrel lesions, the knee-lumps and veins were showing far less, and a lot more colour tone to the skin. I reckon the Bamboo socks are helping things improve. And, I had remembered as ordered, to take the socks off at night for sleeping duties. 

Some new lesions that had been bleeding were feeling a little bit tender to the touch. I’ll mention it to Dr Vindla when I get to the surgery.

Ah, well, I anticipate, and my EQ advises me that the test results will be likely to show a new Inchcock ailment.

3Wed03Off to the kitchen, got the kettle on and sorted out the hanging to dry washing. I did note that the shirts seemed to have regained some of their original colour, (All bar the expensive brown thin one, that changed to green!) which initially baffled me a bit. Then I recalled that I’d used the Woolite liquid I bought so cheaply from the Bargain Shop.

3Wed05A glance at the bottle labels, and I noted it claimed to Revive Colours of darks. Blimey, a product claim that is true and works! Well, I never! I bet when I can get back to the store to get some more, it’ll have sold out! It’s bound to, my luck ain’t that good! Hahaha!

3Wed04As I took the tea back to the computer, I saw that I had gained some more bruises on the arm this time. What causes this, which of the ailments are to blame is another mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, illusions, delusions, and hallucinations, rife. Amongst my vague, palaverous, chimerical, inconsequential, torturous fight for existence! Back to the bruising. I looked up what might cause them: Medications that cause easy bruising, include Warfarin, Thrombosis, and Clopidogrel; Huh! I’ve got ’em all! So it should be expected to bruise easily. Which I do. There you are, at last, I’ve found something I’m good at! Gasconade Moment Enjoyed!

I had to try and sort out the broken mixed up medications in the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA supplied blister pack. But I’m not sure that I got it right with the beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate), with the tablets all mixed up in the damaged Pill-pack?

3Wed06Made a brew, and took some leaflets back to the computer with me. In a vain hope to get some clues as to which tablet is which.

The wee-wees today were all of the annoying, flipping INHBBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Barely-Trickling) mode, and pretty frequent.

3Wed08 The non-activity from the rear-end, might be partly through my having tried the Halloumi Fries, from Iceland last night? They were not cheap at £3 for 190g, but something told me they might taste good, and they did! According to the label, the only content was Halloumi Cheese? I looked it up and found it contains cow’s, goat and sheep’s milk. Originated in Cyprus. I enjoyed the taste, but not enough to pay through the nose for it. So, I shan’t try them again… Unless maybe I find some cheaper to try somewhere other than Iceland.

I got the computer going at last, and did some graphics on CorelDraw for page toppers, then made a start on this blog. Forgetting all about not having updated yesterdays yet. There are times when I worry about myself. Humph!

3Wed07WD 100.20.0 As I went to get some mushrooms and leeks into the crock-pot ready to put on when I go out later, Toothache Tim and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley both kicked off! I put some light soy sauce and red sea salt in with the food – now all I have to dop is remember to put in on a low-setting, and turn on the pot as I leave the flat. Are you offering any odds on my not forgetting?

I began to update the Inchcock Today for Tuesday. I gorrit done in a rush and tended to the ablutions. Can’t be late for the Doctors, Nurses, Dentists and Key Fob updating Wallahs, can I?

I got readied, and double, treble checked the state of the flat, and that I had everything needed, and departed.

I’ll be back much later on… TTFN. I’m back, and it’s tomorrow morning, as I try to catch up with the updating of this blog. (Who said retirement is boring? – Hahaha!)

WD 100.20.0 I set out, intending to drop off the waste bags down the waste chute, but could not get through the workings tools spread in the lobby, to get there. Then I realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Back to the flat to collect them, and when got back to the lobby, the chaps were again working. They kindly took the bags off of me and dealt with them. That was kind of the lads.

3Wed11Down in the lift and walked along Chestnut Way, no raining, and it didn’t feel too cold, by the time I got to the end of the road and turned down Winchester Street, the pavement was again blocked by vehicles. So, more of the risky, life-threatening as I had to go on the road to get by. Harumph!

Once I got half-way down the main road, I stopped to put my woolly gloves on. My fingers and hands were white, and oh, so cold? Yet the rest of my flobby-bellied, overweight, tubby body, didn’t feel cold at all?

My hobble along Mansfield Road to the surgery was relatively pain-free. No Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Back-Pain-Brenda, Anne Gyna, Hernia Henry, Reflux Roger or Toothache Tim bothered me at all. Confusing, but then again, how often does this happen to others as they eventually get an appointment to see their Doctor? Hehe!

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WD 100.20.0 I got inside and went to reported to the Oberstgruppenführeress receptionist. They are all nice gals really. One of them signalled me to sit down before I could log in, another nice gesture! I got seated, but Arthur Itis was not keen on the idea. I felt a right fool taking so long to just sit down, the looks from the other waiting patients, were varied. I got out the crossword book and was soon deep in concentration, mainly cause I got a couple of answers.

WD 100.20.0 Doctor Vindla came out to collect me, but I didn’t hear her at first, and she made me jump when she tapped me on the shoulder. More odd looks were spotted on the faces of the other patients, as I struggled up on my feet.

WD 100.20.0 I knew from the look on her face, that the test results were not going to be good. I took the opportunity to mention the lesions on the leg. She assured me, despite my telling her I haven’t had a fall in days, and am sure I have not been scratching at the legs (I can’t even reach them to do that! – ah, maybe in my sleep?), that I had been scratching at the legs? She then informed me of the Diabetic ailment I’d acquired. Well, no, not that, but Prediabetic. I was to go and see the nurse, who will go through what needs to be done and take some more blood for further tests. I thanked her and she walked me out to the Nurses treatment room to await being summoned.

WD 100.20.0 I made the mistake of thinking it might take a while and sat down to do the crossword puzzle. But it was only a couple of minutes and the most gorgeous site appeared! ‘Nurse Nichole!’ Wonderful, gladdening and uplifting! I’ve not seen her for months!

In her room, and she was going to take the INR Warfarin blood; until I explained that the beautiful Nurse Christina had taken it yesterday. She then got my permission (and thanks for) to forward my details to the Nottingham City Diabetes Services, who’s service includes: Telephone education, advice and support to both patients and healthcare professionals; emotional and psychological support; structured education programmes (both group and one to one sessions); continuous blood glucose monitoring; foot assessment; care-planning and insulin initiation and management. (I looked that up later) 3Wed15They will contact me to arrange an appointment, and put me on a weekly ‘training’ course, locally, for 19 weeks.

We had a little natter and laugh about other things. And off I poddled, dropping some nibble off at the reception, and out into the cold sunlight.

3Wed15aI limped slowly, deep in thought, then along to the Lidl Store. Not many customers about this morning. I got inside and had a meander around, looking for bargains or some tasty-looking treats. I resisted the temptation of looking at the cream cakes, for those are a definite no-no from now on, I think.

I got to the self-serve checkouts and bought: Puff pastries, caramelised onion chutney, Skipjack tuna in brine, anchovies, parsnips, cooked meats, tomatoes and Amaretti biscuits. The latter being a nibble-pressie for the Sturmscharführeress ILC wardens back at Winwood Heights.

I was not worried about the new ailment and thought of a new name for it. I came up with Diabetic Doreen or hopefully, Prediabetes Petunia! Hehehe! An interesting look-up on Prediabetes: This site gives menus for what you should be eating. A possibility of adiaphorous happenings if I eat any of these! I can see I’ll be popular in the training course. Tsk!

What you should be eating

However, it has kale, cauliflower, avocado, broccoli, spinach, brussels sprouts, eggplant, zucchini, or bell peppers on every recipe. All of which I have been told not to eat, due to my varied range of other ailments! Oh, dearie me! Now I’ve depressed myself!

I caught a bus back to Sherwood, and took some shots of the Charity shops on Mansfield Road, there was plenty to choose from.

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3Wed19Crossed over the road and made my way up to the L9 bus stop. Where I was greatly cheered to see Margaret and Doris amongst others, sat there at the shelter. I mentioned the diagnosis. Someone said: “Your not the luckiest of buggers are you?” Nayer a truer word spoken mate! Margaret, with her deadpan delivery,  soon had me laughing as we nattered on. Bless her!

We arrived back at the flats, and I remembered about the key-fob having to be re-set, in the large social room. I thought I’d enter via Winwood Court lobby and drop off the Amaretto nibbles, then walk through to get the fob sorted.  As I passed the front of the 3Wed20building, Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and desk-top dancer Julie opened the fire door to remind me to get the key-fob done.

I got in and dropped the biscuits off in the Wardens Interrogation and body-search office, and into the big social room.

3Wed21The fob was soon done, then I made my way back to the flat through the link-passageway. During which, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley enjoyed herself with a rather intense bit of quagswagging.Not for long, though. I got to the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby, and into the cage, and up to the flat, without seeing anyone whatsoever.

3Wed22The first job, I got some parsnips chopped and in the pan simmering with some sea-salt.

WD 100.20.0 A brief visit from both Shirley and Dennis had me shaking and wobbling a bit, but once again, it was only for a matter of a minute or so.

Put away the purchasers, and I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

Then got the nosh served up, washed the pots first, before settling down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, Charity shop-bought, rickety recliner to die! That was a bad misspelling! I meant, to dine! Hahaha!

3Wed23WD 100.20.0 Note the lack of chips, fries or potatoes on the plate? I’ve got loads of them still in the freezer, though. I hate the thought of giving them away, just in case I weaken at a later date! (Coy cynical laugh) Maybe, perhaps, possibly, if I just have chips or potatoes twice a week? Oh. dear! I’m dithering even more than usual over this! A taste rating of 6.5/10 given for this meal.

I got the TV on, but I nodded off before the programme I wanted to watch came on.

WDP 2aWD 100.20.0An hour or so later I sprang awake. The dentist, I forgot the Dentist again! Self-loathing, total disgust and despair grew!

I lay there, spitting insults with hatred and venom at myself, for I don’t know how long. Farmisht and ferdrayt at my own stupidity! I genuinely feared for my future saneness, rationality, stability and capableness. The lousy mind-boggling Thought-Storming started. No rest, peace of mind, and no sleep for yonks, either!

I think I could use some anxiolytics!

Inchcock: Tuesday 25th February 2020: Nurse Christina and the Iceland delivery man, helped me today. I thank them!

2020 Feb 25

Not one of my efforts: But I love it! Queen opens personal Facebook Account

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Tuesday 25th February 2020

Scots Gaelic: Dimàirt 25 Gearran 2020

00 Feb 25

01:20hrs: I think I’d woken, fell out of the recliner, got my walking stick, and was on my way to the Porcelain Throne before the brain engaged? There I was, sat on the seat, wondering how I got there?

WD 128.0.128 Yuk! The movement flowed, stutteringly, I think that’s the right word. Being an algophilist, I almost welcomed the otalgia that kicked off in the left earhole! It distracted me from the totally antipodal evacuation I was going through. The Senna (it seemed) was suddenly working, and boy did it! The complete reversal had given me a messy, sticky, pongy and smeared with specks of blood experience. Sounds awful, doesn’t it? The innards churned and ached for the whole lengthy, stop-start process. I actually felt a bit weak when it was all over. No more Sennas or Movicol needed today then! I cleaned up the right extensive mess, on me first, then the porcelain. Medicated certain areas. Changed into new PPs, and noticed the stomach had not calmed down at all. I might be in for another visit shortly, methinks? Huh!

I made my way to the kitchen, got the kettle on, and was reminded of last nights Accifauxpas when I spotted a sole chip that I’d missed in cleaning up the one’s I’d dropped. Courtesy of Dizzy Dennis and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter failure. Oddly, I felt a little down remembering this incident, why when so many happen, I don’t know? But there you go. I just thought I’d say so. Hoho! (I might be losing it again here?)

IMG_3486WD 128.0.128 Sorting out the medications was a right hit & miss affair. The Pillmate pots. With the come-loose cellophane cover, had all the tablets mixed up in different pots and hidden stuck out of view on the cover! What a pickle I got into trying sort out what’s what.

ChemistI still don’t know for certain if I have taken the right tablets or not.

I must remember to thank the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA for their consistent incompetence. Not a bad record these chemists, they have gone downhill this year, at a fast rate of knots.

  • They failed to leave the Furesomides in the box to save my confusion, with them, the Codeine 30g and the Beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate) all looking the same to me! This, after the nurses and the medicines management lady phoning and telling them of the problem!
  • Then, they left me with no medications for five days, with their late delivery!
  • And, they had still not put the Furesomides in a box.
  • Now, they continue their campaign of ‘Let’s-Let-Down-Inchcock’, by sending the medications in blister-packs that fall apart and mix up all the tablets with each other! However, to be fair, they now have, after only three months, put the Furesomides in a separate box. ( A little, but welcome victory there!)

Did I mention the name of the chemist? Just as a warning for other NHS patients: Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA.

I made a brew and took the gamble of taking the medications.

Then got the computer on, and realised that I had no template for today’s blog made up! Oh, what a right Shlump I am! So, I had to make up a draft, graphics and all. So, I did!

Then made a start on this blog up to here, and then began the updating of the Monday and Special Trip to Nottingham posts.

I had to stop, to get the ablutions done. Not such a good session this time, back to a more blighted, calamitous, accidentalness-prone variety. The dropsies were many and varied, amongst them, the toothbrush and past, the mouthwash bottle, the razors, carbolic soap, the flannel, the towel, the haemorrhoid cream,  the olive-oil pot and the deodorant spray. But no complaints or minging from me, I’ve had two decent sessions on the trot after all!

WD 128.0.128 But, as I was stepping out of the wet room, the right knee clicked, and the ensuing pain was terrible. From then on, I had to use two sticks, it was so tender.

I then got the handwashing done2Tue07. Jammie bottoms, long bamboo socks and a long sleeve t-shirt. They were soon done, rung and hung. I like these new coat hangars, with the non-slip crossbar on them. The right knee was just as bad.

As I was getting back on the computer to do some blogging at last, on today’s post, the intercom sounded and flashed. It was Angel Christina, and the Iceland delivery together. When they arrived and saw me struggling to get about, they both took the groceries into the kitchen for me. Very kind of them!

When I showed Christina the framed photograph of her, she was over-the-moon, and asked if she could buy it from me! Much as I would have loved to oblige her, I really wanted to keep it, so I could glance at it every day and get some pleasure from the sweetness it, and she gave me.

She set about taking my blood. We chatted while she did it, which didn’t take long at all. She said she was off now, and I reminded her that I needed her input, and type in her email address on Google for me, so I could send her the photographs I have of her on file. I opened the Email on the ‘Compose page, and she wrote it in for me. She had to shoot off to her next patient. I thanked her, offered her some Manner lemon wafers, which she bravely refused. Off she went… it was like turning alight off!

I set about checking out the Iceland order. They were short of three tins of Batchelor’s potatoes but sent me one. The pork Shoulder steaks were unavailable. But hey-ho! I got the things put away. I now have the fridge and freezer at full capacity! No room left.

I nipped to the wet room for a wee-wee, and the right knee clicked again, and things are back to how they were earlier, with both knees only slightly painful as when I woke up? Baffling!

I went to make a fresh brew of Glengettie tea. The heatless sunshine was brighter than ever now. So for some reason, I took three pictures from left top right, in an effort to piece them together. My days of taking the proper panoramic shot are over. I just can’t keep the camera still enough nowadays. The effort was not good. I’ll not bother trying again.

2Tue01

Back to the computerisationing. I need to create a couple of page-top graphics to use tomorrow and Thursday, cause the Doctors visit will take too long for me to do them then.

I got one done. Humph!

2Tue08aWD 128.0.128 Food! The craving arrived early today. I had to have the Halloumi Fries that Iceland had delivered, and they would not fit into the freezer (I thought they were fresh ones when I ordered them – such a shock to find me getting confused – Hahaha!) 

The Halloumi Fries were expensive at £3, I thought. They were not bad at all. The cheese cob tomato sarnies, caramelised red onion chutney, beetroot, black tomatoes and a Cox’s apple, followed by the Lemon yoghourt, all went down nicely. Flavour rated at 7/10.

Got the pots washed and adjusted the handwashing, it wasn’t drying very quickly today.

Wash and in the recliner, and the ‘Thought-Storming’ began. Most uncomfortable, and it took me ages to get off to kip!

Grumph!

Inchcock Today -Wednesday 19th February 2020: I ended up so weary, addlepated, disorientated and befuddled! Normal day, then?

2020 Feb 19

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Wednesday 19th February 2020

Croatian: Srijeda 19. Veljače 2020. Godine

00 Feb 19

22:55hrs: I’d had to get up for a wee-wee, and decided to stay risen. Hehe!

I pondered over will the delivery arrive or not today. The second day of staying in waiting today, still, it might come. (I know, it might not as well!)

WDPT07LI hobbled to the kitchen, and became aware that Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Toothache Tim and Back-Pain-Brenda were all being good to me? Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shaking Shaun were, however making up for the absence in severity, of the others. That was a mouthful that sneaked out!

As I lifted the mug from the hook to make a brew, there followed a juggling act, as the nerves failed and it was like it bounced out of hand several times before I got it under control. I failed at least three times to catch it, but every time it jumped upwards and gave me another chance. I didn’t know I could juggle a China-mug. The fact that I didn’t let it fall and break, possibly contributed to the inner laughter and amazement that I felt at getting away with no Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplop incident! A genuine dollop of good luck there – almost a miracle! I could not help but engage a Smug-Mode for a while. Hahaha!

3Wed01I got the kettle on and took the medications. Took a photo, then made the tea, and as my extraordinary experience of good luck has always been followed by going back to my usual jinxed-misfortunes, but worse ones, I fetched the milk from the fridge, and returned it, circumspectly, wearily and carefully! Thus avoiding any lachrymose moments. All went well!

I got settled with the tea at the computer, planning to make a start on finalising yesterday’s blog. A sudden urgent need arose for the Porcelain Throne to be visited, and it was, as fast as my little ailing legs and waking stick would allow me. Swoosh!

3Wed03WD 250.0.100 After the two previous difficult to move evacuations, this one started off the same, solid as a rock, nowt moving! I got on the crossword book puzzle. I was not expecting things to shoot out so easily and quickly. But, once it started, painfully, mind you, and of the innards own accord, it was a few seconds, and I heard the ‘Splosh’, all over! A fair bit of bleeding, but no messy attributes. I cleaned up and returned to the computer.

WD 250.0.100 Will I ever get this flipping post started! I had a quick check of the emails first, in case any news about the delivery had come in. There were none about the parcel, but two from the Doctor’s Surgery. At first, I thought it was miraculous that the appointments for the hospital had arrived so soon. But no, nothing about the cardiac or falls team appointments at all. One was giving the new INR Warfarin dosages (No mention of the level recorded again) The other asking me to phone the surgery to make appointments with Doctor Vindla and the Nurse separately. So, it seems the blood test taken for the hospital had come back, and they may want some more? Or some scrappings for analysis from the Clopidogrel lumps and contusions?

So, I replied to the appointment one, reminding them for the umpteenth time, of my hearing problems, and asked them if they could make the appointments via email. For a Monday of Wednesday, as early as possible, please. Worra life! I’ll see what reply I get later. I then checked on the Google Calendar to make sure that no other appointments were due on those days. Phew, all clear.

3Wed03WD 250.0.100 The summoning came from the innards once more, and off to the Porcelain Throne. All the signs indicated just like they did one the last visit, so I girded my loins in readiness and did not waste a second in getting there. But nothing happened. No pressure, no releases, not even any wind came out! I stayed a while just in case of an 3Wed04unexpected late version and had a go at the crosswords. While loquaciously nattering away to myself. Nothing happened. Mmm!

I took the opportunity to take a shot of the pins, they looked almost the same as yesterday to me. Another first! Haha! I later threw away the short cotton socks I bought and wore yesterday. Not only were they falling down all the time, but they were uncomfortable, and I felt the cold.

The unrelenting ‘Hum’ kept me company as I started the upgrading of the blog. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were making life more difficult, mistakes and corrections abounded!  After a few hours, I got caught up and posted the post. Post Haste! Hehehe!

3Wed06I went on the TFZer Facebooking. Then on the WordPress Reader.

After which, had another search for the rice cooker guide booklet, and made another mug of the Glenghettie tea. It was initially made with the Welsh miners in mind. The poor devils couldn’t taste ordinary tea, after all that soot 3Wed07they swallowed every day. That’s my view, and brew anyway!

Before starting this blog going, I checked the emails, and I’d had a positive response from the Doctors receptionist. They offered me both appointments for Wednesday 26th. I have to arrive on time to fit in the extended consultations time. (What’s that for then?) Be there for 09:00hrs, Doctor 09:00 > 0945hrs – Blood tests (and other?) tests, finish ETA 10:45hrs. This should be interesting getting the results and actions needed. Still waiting for the hospital appointments, but if it was anything important or urgent, I’d have heard something by now. (I can hear the botherational ‘Hum’ alright!) Haha!

I had a little bash at Facebooking again. I got on with this post and eventually stopped, to have a go at doing some much-needed graphics. I got only two completed and saved.

No signs of the delivery parcel coming. But I have been entertained by the ‘Tip-tapping’, ‘Bang-banging,’ ‘Drill-drilling’ and ‘Clunk-clunking’ of the Fire-Sprinkler engineers. Who now seem to have gone on their lunch-break. But it can’t be helped, and they are a grand set of lads. The agrannoying ‘Hum’. And the toothache that is beginning to come on a smidgeon worse, I think. All accompanied me. Haha!

The mental fatigue is starting. The desire to degust has arrived, too! The eyelids are getting heavy. The innards are rumbling a bit for some unknown reason. The borborygmus is getting louder. And damn-it, as I typed this paragraph, Ann Gyna started stabbing at me! Oy-Oy-Oy! 

The EQ gave me the impression that I can expect a camisado from the ailments again later on. Nothing else, no details of the type of expectancies, from which ailment or anything. Just the promise that an attack will be launched. I do, so-hope that the EQ is wrong this time! Oh, dearie me!

I became incapable of doing any typing or housework, within seconds of Dizzy Dennis joining the onslaught.

I thought it a good idea to get something to eat. So went and made a meal of sorts. Vanned potatoes, garden peas, mini pork & pickle pies and some beetroot. I’m not really feeling up to much, suddenly. 

Having something to eat might help? I’ll test out whether to eat anything, as to how I feel when I get it made. Oh, dearie me, getting addlepated now!

WD 250.0.100 Preparing the meal, I sort of went into never-never land, one of my famously ignored by the medical profession, moments of addlepated-vagueness, ambiguousness and blurredness. In other words, that doesn’t sound such a cleverer description, I went into a ‘Blank Spell’! I think it might have lasted for about half-an-hour or so. For I cannot recall making the meal on the tray, I even did the washing up of the saucepan and cooking utensils, with no memory of it?

I came around; if that’s the worDSCN2005d. With the camera in my hands, and taking this photographicalisation of the tray? Yet, instantly, I took in the situation and could remember telling Dr Vindla of a similar incident I suffered a month or so ago, during my visit to see her last week. Dr Vindla’s summoning me back for the results will give me a chance to explain this incident to her, at least.

The Thought storming started as I got down to eat the fodder. There was no panic or fear involved; I was calm about the situation. I scribbled a note, on my nocturnal pad, to mention this on on next weeks blood test results appointment. What might/could have happened during the ‘blank period’. I thought about things but decided not to fret, ’cause there was nothing I could do now. But I felt uncomfortable that they happen at all.

Anyway, I enjoyed the meal all-the-same. And the head cleared as I digested the feast. I seem to have made a grand job of making up three-and-a-half milk roll, Dagwood style sarnies. (How come when I know what I’m doing, and am supposedly ‘with-it’, I can’t make Dagwoods anywhere near as well as these on the plate? Hahaha!) The tomatoes tasted grand, the bread over buttered, but tasty, and I must have thrown caution to the wind with the amount of onion salt I put on them – they were fantastically flavoursome!

 I’d love to know where I found the potato cakes, I lost them weeks ago? I’ve eaten them all now. Har-har!

WD 250.0.100 By the time I was finishing the meal, the brain had regained a modicum of control mentally. But, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley kicked off, so I put the tray down to avoid any accifauxpas. At that moment, the door-chimes rang out, I thought whoever this is is using both bell-pushes, so I assumed it would be someone who knew me. 

WDPT03LWD 250.0.100 On the way to the door, Shaking Shaun and Stuttering Stephany joined in the physical-jinx. By the time I opened to door, I must have looked and sounded a scary sight to whoever was ringing the bell! (Oh, dearie me, yes!)

On opening the door, I saw the delivery chap with the small parcel in his hand. My shaking, stuttering and struggling to get the words out, shoulder jerking about, and balance not good etc. did not phase the gentleman one iota. What he did and said in response, sounded like he was a Doctor or nurse, not a delivery driver. His understanding and resp[onses were perfect, at calming and settling me down, and made me regain some confidence again. Bless you, Sir! I thanked him for his understanding, patience and help.

I returned with the parcel, placed it near the Ottoman, and threw away the bits of the meal not eaten, washed the pots and settled down to watch some interesting documentary stuff about subterranean caves and buildings on the TV.

Why I even watched the programme all the way through! Just! The bliss of sleep arrived then, but there were so many waking ups to contend with. Although I did repeatedly nod-off again within minutes each time. No Thought Storms, thankfully.

Evening, all!

 

Inchcocksi: Tuesday 18th February 2020: Stuck indoors day again! Blumphumerations!

2020 Feb 18

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Tuesday 18th February 2020

Bulgarian: Вторник, 18 февруари 2020 г.

00 Feb 18

01:45hrs: I stirred, wriggled and stretched the body a little, to test out the ailments that were on duty this morning, and had a blank moment or two, while I waited for the brain to catch up with me. Back-Pain Brenda and Anne Gyna let themselves be known first. Terence Toothache was not as bad as he had been.

When I eventually tackled extracting the Mr Blobby body from the £300, second-hand recliner and rose to my feet, caught my balance and grabbed the stick, Arthur Itis joined in the ‘Lets-Give-Inchcock-Some-Pain’ regiment! But he was not in a foul mood, but I still could have done without his input!

As I was making my way, nice and steadily hobbling to the wet room for a wee-wee, the arrival of the morning summoning to the Porcelain Throne caused me to increase speed a little. I needn’t have bothered rushing. Another marathon sit-and-wait session. I pondered on whether or not to take a Senna later, had a go at the crosswording, picked my nose, and lethargically pondered on my past errors and failures…

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wd 60.25.0 2 Then, a sign of movement! I tensed and tentatively waited for the pain to start… Sure enough, it did! Slowly as progress was very slowly made, the pain increased. The relief when things that had no control from me, finally ended, with a loud, splashing kerplunk, was blessed! I almost felt the need to check if my torso had been split in half! Hehehe! On the bright side, it was not messy, and there was no bleeding at all! But the agony!

Washed and off to the kitchen, where the loathsome susurration-like ‘Hum’ was worse than ever!

WDP 1R2Tue01wd 60.25.0 2 I got the kettle on, took the medications, made the brew and an involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dance emanated from the right leg. It was a good un! But, with the aid of the four-pronged walking stick and clinging to the cooker, I managed to stay upright! A few minutes later, it was as if nothing had happened. I did clout my ankle against the cupboard during the cross between the hokey-cokey and an ice-skating routine. While the leg flailed to its heart’s content.

wd 60.25.0 2 I’ve not suffered one of these for a while, and I am not too keen on doing so again! But no histrionics, the Mary Potter Treatment Centre Doctor, told me I will have to cope with the Peripheral Neuropathy, cause they can do nothing to cure it, dying nerve-ends cannot be mended. But they can help me with dealing with it. (That was ten months ago, I’m still waiting for the promised follow-up appointment!) Ah, well! So be it, it is what it is, that’s how the cookie crumbled, c’est la vie, and a part of my natural, normal, disaster-prone life, fortune and luck. Yuppity, Amen!

I moved yesterday’s handwashing onto the airers.

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Then tackled the updating of the Monday blog. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters in the fingers were doing better now, and this, along with my doing a lot of downloading last night, helped me complete the blog in short time.

WDP 1L wd 60.25.0 2 Out of the blue, the need for a Porcelain Throne, Mark 2 suddenly presented itself. It only seemed like a few minutes since the first one (that was because the pain still lingered from it, I suppose!) Off hastily as I could manage to the wet room. Relly cut it fine, and this time the movement started as I got on the Throne! Totally out of my control again. The evacuation ground its way out, but a lot quicker this time. And the blood flowed with it. Gruelling-Gromble-Garblisations!

Still, I was in much better shape afterwards, this time. A cleaning and medicalisationing session, and back to the blogging. Which was soon finished and posted off. I went on the WordPress Reader, then Facebooking.

I think that Nurse Christina should be coming today. And I have a Morrison order due twixt 06;00 > 07:00hrs, so the ablutions will have to be tended to next.

2Tue12Well, the ablutionalisationing session went surprisingly well, up to when I was drying off and started the medicating. Dropsies, wait for it… three! Yee-ha! The razors I bought from the pound shop worked well enough. All in all, up to here, a grand even enjoyable scrub-up! I put the wrong (short) socks on, but with the battle of the sock-glide going so well, I didn’t risk changing into the new long ones. Oh, no!

WDP 13Lwd 60.25.0 2 I suppose I was overconfident with the other things going so well, cause I applied the Daktacort antifungal miconazole nitrate) corticosteroid hydrocortisone cream – that should be used for Little Inchies fungal lesion, to Harold’s Haemorrhoids! The best I can say, is it stung a lot more than usual, and this is when I realised what I’d done! A minor panic-flap took place, as I did my bestest to get it back out and off! I managed it though, but it gave a new meaning to the words ‘Hot Pants!’ Snortle, Chuckle, Snigger!

I made a brew of the Glenghettie Gold tea. The ‘Hum’ ever-present, the toothache still not too bad at all. It was very worrying!

wd 60.25.0 2 I took four photographs of roughly the same view from the unwanted, dangerous, light & view-blocking thick-framed kitchen window. I took each one in a different setting. But, being the Morosoph I am, by the time I got to put the photos on here, I’d completely forgotten which were which. I used, Auto, Night Landscape, Landscape and Aperture Priority, which sorting out which was which, was beyond me. (Al indeed, a lot of things are nowadays!)

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2Tue13I about to make a start on a page-top graphic on CorelDraw and changed my mind. (Fancy that!)

I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung instead! Made the usual bit of a mess with spilling the water again. Thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, failing me. I wondered at this time if the dying nerve ends are helping 2Tue14me to cope more easily with this toothache?

Back on the computer, and the intercom rang out! It was my Morrison delivery. The pleasant chap put the bags into the hallway for me, I took them through to the kitchen one at a time. Better safe than sorry!

2Tue15wd 60.25.0 2 A big order this one was. I put away the few tins packet and washing things, and unloaded the fresh food onto the counter so that I could check them out for dates and staleness. I’m uncertain whether I actually meant to order all this stuff. Two bottles of milk? Three ready-made Chicken Risotto meals? Although, later they were found to be 50p less each if I bought three of them. The dirty-great size of the three Spare Rib pot noodles was a bargain – 50p each! I’d overdone the desserts too! But Josie is always prepared to help me out and eat some. Haha! Looks like the risotto for tonight, I can try using the rice cooker and make some extra to top it up, that is if I can find the instruction booklet.

wd 60.25.0 2 The drilling, knocking and buzzing from the Fire Sprinkler lads in the hallway, has at least taken my thoughts away from the blasted ‘Hum.’

wd 60.25.0 2 I made a brew and started on the CorelDraw creating at last. Minutes into it, and the intercom chimed and lit-up again. It was the male phlebotomy nurse, come to take my blood for the Warfarin INR testing. He was a serious young man. I told him about and showed him the picture that Tim Hancock had sent for me of her. I mentioned how kind it was of him, and the brilliant idea of using it in a solid frame! The lad showed some interest in the frame too. But, not enough to crack a smile, I failed in that mission. He got the blood taken professionally, and was soon off to his next patient.

I moped for a while, about not getting Christina. But I had the photo to look at! Thanks, Tim!

I updated this blog, then made another mug of tea, Thompsons Punjana this time.

I spent hours and hours and hours… well a very long time, trying to get some graphicalisationing done. But it was a laborious heuristic job, with the Nicodemus Neurotransmitters failing so often, thus creating more errors than Saccades-Sandra was doing, and she was making plenty, I can tell yers. A slightly depressed and frustrated mode adopted. 

2Tue30Eventually, tired and brain-drained, I got the nosh prepared. I did some white Patna rice, and some ‘quick-cook BBQ flavoured as the white rice cooking came to an end, I added some Hoisin sauce to that one. The cardboard pieces, oh, no… I mean chicken pieces were the most tasteless I’ve ever had. But the rice and risotto was excellent tasting. As were the small tomatoes, lemon curd yoghourt, and the Milk Roll bread. Flavour rating: 7.5/10.

Just in case the delivery arrived, I stayed up late doing some graphics. Well, I say doing them, not many got done. It was so frustrating, I gave up, and found some TV programs with subtitles on to watch. Law & Order had two consecutive episodes on channel 21.

wd 60.25.0 2 This way I could watch without using the headphones, which would have prevented me from hearing the door chimes or intercom when the delivery arrives, which it didn’t, of course.

wd 60.25.0 2 I nodded-off and woke before midnight. Went to see if any notes had been put through the door form any missed delivery personage. Nope! 

I made my way to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) for an SSP (Short-Sharp-Painful) style -Wee-wee. I decided to stay up, and got the kettle on.

Worra life!

Inchcockski (Briefly) – Sunday 16th February 2020: A vacillant, up & down day.

2020 Feb 16

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Sunday 16th February 2020

Corsican: Dumenica 16 Ferraghju 2020

00 Feb 16

WD 0.0.255 2 01:15hrs: I woke up to the wind, rain and the pestiferous, infesting everywhere ‘Hum’, that was the loudest its ever been! Grrr! I escaped the clutches of the uncomfortable, £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner with ease! No Arthur Itis grumbling this morning, he’s giving me a breather I think. But, once I was up on the pins, walking stick in hand and on my way to the kitchen, Saccades-Sandra and Back-Pain-Brenda joined in with Toothache Terrie, and my spirits sank back down a tad.

I got the kettle on and needed a wee-wee. It was of the SSPP (Short-Sharp-Painful-Powerful) mode, so I kept the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) handily near the computer chair, my EQ told me it would be needed frequently! Took the medications and made a brew of Glenghettie tea, then straight on the computer.

WD 0.0.255 2 I had to create some graphics first on CorelDraw. This took a while, but at least Neurotransmitters-Nicodemus was a lot easier this morning. Then I got on with updating the Saturday post, it was not a good day. The rain came, and the light resisted coming out. The wee-wees that were for some reason tenacious were all of the same style, SSPP (Short-Sharp-Painful-Powerful). The toothache was not too bad after I’d taken the medications.

Eventually, I got the post finished and sent off to WordPress. Then a few pictures to Pinterest. Then onto Facebooking, which, with me not getting any done yesterday, cost me a few hours.

I did a couple of graphics, then had a bash at the WordPress Reader section.

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I made a start on Josie’s plate layout while her potatoes, cheese, butter and onion salt, and peas were laying ready to be mashed and served up.

7Sun04Ablutions time. I don’t want to look scruffy when I take Josie her Sunday lunch. I’ve not seen her this week, I’ve called at her apartment a few times.

Another decent ablutionalisationing session again.

I took the new long socks in with me, the get on after the teggies, shaving, showering and medicationalisationing etc. I just hope they will be comfortable and long enough.

A few, as-to-be-expected dropsies. The only bad one was after the session when I was leaving the flannels in the sink to soak in disinfectant and liquid soap flakes; I dropped the bottle! A bit of cleaning up needed. The sock-glide battle was a draw.

7Sun05The pins (legs) looked to have more colour. But it was most likely due to my having the wall convector heater on. Feeling a touch more vibrant and smelling nice, I made a start on creating Josie’s meal. Well, vibrant was not the word, erm, err… perhaps, Feeling not so bad, is a more accurate way of saying it. That was until I tackled the sock-glide, although no injuries or 7Sun08knocks were suffered, I discovered that the new ‘long socks’ were not so long after all! Ah, well, my own fault for buying the wrong ones! Pillock!

WD 0.0.255 2 I got everything meal-wise prepared and was about to get on the computer to do some graphics, and I realised the handwashing still needed doing! I changed direction to go back to the kitchen, lost control of the stick, and bounced into the door frame! If I remember correctly, I think I said out loud, something like; “Well, fancy that!” The bad thing about it, was, that I caught my chin on the frame, and now the blasted toothache is really giving me some stick!

7Sun09I then got the handwashing done, rung and hung. A more challenging job today, t-shirt, the weighty jammie bottoms, socks and the thin dressing gown.

I pondered a while, should I take yet another pain killer to ease the tooth? Hope the Dentist can fit me in tomorrow, and also, that he 7Sun06doesn’t (but he will) charge me for the appointment I missed!

Went to check on the cooking for my meal, and it was like someone had turned off the light! The rain was coming, on and off. By the time I’d checked the fishcakes and cheesy potatoes, it was light again. Storm Dennis? Phwert!

I got Josie’s dinner ready and served it at her door. She was in good form today, bless her.♥

Then I got my cheesy potatoes in the oven to crisp-up and did some computer catch up. Then I tended to the meal, still wondering if I dare take another painkiller. I resisted it.

WD 0.0.255 2 I moved the dressing gown and hung it in the wet room, but the wall heater on, with the intentions of turning it of in a couple of hours. (In reality, I found it ten hours later, when I went in for a Porcelain Throne session, on Monday morning! – the dressing gown was dried! Oofta!)

7Sun11I got the herring in sweet onion and pepper sauce left-over from Josie’s plate, and I sliced a black Ibera tomato. Kept checking on the fishcakes and cheesy mashed potatoes in the oven.

Got a Rumpole of the Bailey DVD in the player, ready to watch after the fodder-intaking.

7Sun12What a feast of a meal today! Cheesy mash, baked in the oven to crisp up. Garden peas (not so good, from Lidl). Herring in sweet onion and pepper dressing, black tomatoes, battered fish cakes. Onion relish, and two wholemeal cobs. A light lemon yoghourt for afters. Taste-Rating of 7.5/10.

WD 0.0.255 2 But, I paid for this treat, with a load of washing up to do, from both meals. I cut my finger on the tomato slicer. Dropped and broke the tea-bag pot! Spilt the water on the floor when emptying the bowl. Sad, innit?

Got settled early to watch the Rumpole on the DVD. Fell asleep after a few minutes, and wondered what the noise was, surely the ‘Hum’ can’t be this loud!

WD 0.0.255 2 I got up, fell over, thanks to Arthur Itis’s sudden attack in both knees, got myself back up with the aid of the four-pronged stick and the Ottoman for leverage, and went to the kitchen to have a look around to investigate this odd, loud noise. It was the rain pelting down, and wind galing around the flats!

I returned to the recliner, restarted the DVD from the beginning, and fell asleep again. A couple of hours later, I woke up again, with a start! As I considered getting up back for another poke around to see what might have shaken me from my reverie… but decided not to bother, and promptly nodded-off again! Zzzz!

Inchcock Today Fri 14 Feb 2020: A finical, pernickety, delusory, yet better day than of late. Confusing innit?

2020 Feb 14

He’d only have called for a referendum!

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Friday 14th February 2020

Georgian: პარასკევი, 2020 წლის 14 თებერვალი

00 Feb 14

GM01 Brown02:05hrs: I stirred, glad to be free of the nightmare I was having, it was all ackamarackus. For a few moments, the brains thoughts were fissiparous, and it took a while to gather them into a semi-coherent order. There was no thought-storm as such, just that I had difficulty in controlling the little wandering demurral blighters.

The need for a wee-wee emerged. I removed my morbidly-obese, flabby bellied body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, with ease. Other than Arthur Itis’s knees complaining. Wandered precariously without the walking stick for two paces, wobbled, back to pick up the walking stick, and off to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). For a sadly ineffective and hurtful WUPT (Weak-Unwilling-Painful-Trickling) style evacuation. That tended to, I took the bucket to be cleaned, and hands washed.

5Fri001Got the kettle on, (I very nearly had an Accifauxpas when the neurotransmitters failed while I was filling the pot), took the medications and made a brew. The knees were most bothersome this morning, so I nipped to the wet room and gave them a good massaging with the Phorpain Gel.

A close inspection of the pins (legs), surprisingly revealed that they, (apart from the paleness and worryingly anaemic appearance) were looking far better than they have for ages. They had both gone thin again?

WD 80.0.0 I was miffed with myself when I realised that I had done a stupid thing! Even after so many warnings from the clinic staff, I had fallen asleep with the Bamboo diabetic socks on! A definite No-No that! Humph! What an imbecile, nebekh, and dunderhead! No wonder I was in such pain. Grumph! I still can’t understand why leaving them on overnight bothers the knees so much? They did explain ut to me, but things that happened in the stroke ward, are getting blurred now.

Ah, well, am I ever going to get owt right again?

After a smidge of verbal self-flagellation, and adopting a Shame & Disgust mode, I got the computer on. But concentration was hard to find. Mind you, Saccades Sandra was in an excellent mood with me so far, no vision warping or loss whatsoever! (Huh, typing this, and she kicked-off again! Am I naturally lucky or what?

I got a graphic made for today.s diary. Then, I did some TFZer Facebooking, then onto the WordPress Reader. Finally, I got on with this blog.

5Fri03WD 80.0.0 Again, like yesterday, it dawned on me that I hadn’t updated the day before’s post yet! So, I got on with it. I took a shot of the morning sky first.

The updating finished, some stuff sent to Pinterest, then I started on this blog again. After an hour or so, I had to stop.

WDP 003l Ablutions to do, so off I trotted off to the wet room.

Multiple WD 80.0.0 WD 80.0.0aC The story of this session really deserves a blog of its own! After the showering, even I found it hard to believe the things that had all gone awry!

Not necessarily in order, but as best I can recall:

  1. Got in the wet room, took off the dressing gown, and cleared the standing floor cabinet of every single item, no, I tell a lie, everything bar the crossword book and pen, onto the floor! Cleaning-Up-Session!
  2. Cleaning teeth, the brush snapped in two, gums bleeding and I have had toothache ever since! Medicating-Session!
  3. Shaving, I avoided any cuts whatsoever! But had about ten dropsies. Resulting in one of the new razors breaking as it slipped-out of my dodgy fingers, hit my little toe, bounced off and smashed against the porcelain sink pedestal! Moment of-Frustration- Session
  4. I then moved the chair and sock-glide out of the way, and stubbed my middle right toe in doing so, against the metal chair leg! Well-Chosen-Curse -Word-Session!
  5. I had a cracking visit from Dizzy Dennis. I was incapacitated for a minute or two, had I got my alarm wristlet on, I would have pressed it! Like turning on a light switch, Dennis had gone, and I was so glad the wristlet was on the tray to keep it dry. Phew! Close call that one!
  6. I let the carbolic soak go through my fingers again – Guess where it landed? Go on, have a guesstimate! No need, it landed on my right middle toe! With this current run of unfortunate events, should I risk going out to get the long-picker-upperer? I decided I will anyway, a long picker can come in so handy! Although the short one Jenny gave me is a life-saver!
  7. Getting the medicationalisationing done after the shower, I picked up the Care Haemorrhoid cream and the cap shot-off of the tube! I then had a cleaning-up session again, to get the cream off of the floor, and my stomach and legs!
  8. Arthur Itis did not like all this bending as I did my best to put some Savlon on the toe.
  9. The final Whoopsie of this session, was as I was putting the towel back on the stand-up airer, it slipped off of it straight away. But somehow or other I managed to turn back take a pace, and caught it before it fell on the floor… no smugness though, I cracked my left knee on the edge of the doorframe! At least it was easy enough to get to for putting some Phorpain gel on it! Frogglemoths!

Well, I was in a right foul mood now! But I soon cheered up after realising that the nerves on the right side of my body, (Those I have Christened, as, Neurotransmitter-Nicodemus), were not getting messages through to the brain, so I had virtually no pain! Hahaha! Of course, when they come back on-line, so’s to speak, I’ll know about it.

I merrily got the handwashing done, wrung and hung to dry. Then made up some bags for the waste bin, and put the cleaned empty jars in a bag, to take with me on the way out.

I took three photos of the reddish morning sky. You know they say about a red sky in the morning. Storm Dennis? Haha!

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I faffled about, my OCD Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is not getting any better! Eventually, I set off. As I opened the flat door, a voice, that sounded like it really meant to say “Christ! another one wants to come out!” Muttered, “Are you coming out?” ‘Yes!’ I replied. It was the Fire Sprinkler fitters. Obviously, Josie and Malcolm must have already gone out. Grumpily, they had to get down off of their ladders to tackle out of the way for me to get through to the lift lobby. I didn’t improve things by telling them that the 0930hrs bus is the most popular with us tenants! No, response! Hahaha! But, they are a grand bunch of lads. One took the bags off of me and put them down the chute for me.

Down in the lift, Welsh (The Put-Downer) William got in the elevator on the way down. He also went to the bins. And had to point out that the glass now goes into the big skip with the other bags. Pointing out the new signs on the side of the refuse to me. I did feel a fool having not noticed them before!

To keep out of the wind, I went back inside and walked along the link passage.

5Fri04I called into the ILC’s Holding Cell and Interrogation Office, dropped off the weekend treats. Through the Social area and in the link-route to Winchester Court. I spotted this through the window, and thought of a funny! I thought, ah, they are growing Tubers? Hahaha! Well, I thought it was hilarious! All around the site, a lot of the delicate flowers and plants have been destroyed by last weekend’s Storm, Ciara. Which reminded me, there is a new Storm Dennis yellow warning going about now.

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5Fri05I got into the lobby and sat down to read the Nottingham City Homes monthly magazine while I waited for the bus to arrive. I went out to the bus shelter. Arthur Itis was not pleased with having to get up again. Hehe!

I got the bus next to last, allowed to by 5Fri007cMalcolm. Most folks got off in Sherwood, I stayed on until Daybrook, where Malcolm also got off. We both went to the Sainsbury’s store. He left for dead as he shot off. Well, he’s younger, fitter, more prosperous, more intelligent and better looking than wot I am. Gawd, I hate him! Not really, only joking.

The Sainsbury experience had its moment too! I struggled a bit with their high shelves. But got some of the beautiful tasting black tomatoes with some other stuff. Storm Dennis is not going to make me starve!

WD 80.0.0 At the checkout, it was rather busy, as I was moving along with my purchases on the belt, a bloke behind shoulder-charged me to get to grab the next customer sign. At first, I turned, stared him in the face, and asked him if  I was in his way! But got no reply, just a vague not interested stare! I soon calmed down when I realised he was about my age and I understood that perhaps he lost his own balance in overreaching? He might be as senile as I am? Or as deaf as me? Or, even was not even aware that he had banged into me? Phwert! I paid for my things, instant mash, chestnuts, BBQ sauce, Hoisin sauce, cheapo tinned potatoes, lemon curd yoghourts, bavarian sliced ham, lemon yoghourts, the Ledicia tomatoes, sliced fresh mushrooms and some vine tomatoes. £14.65 spent

5Fri08I checked the time as I left. I’d just missed the L9 bus. So I hobbled into Arnold, intent on checking if Iceland had any tins of potatoes back in stock. (Although I had just bought some from Sansbury’s, I expected Iceland would not have any – I was wrong!), then call at the Mobility Store to see if they had got any of the extended foldable picker-uppers in stock yet. I thought I might call in a shop on Front Street, to see if he had any dark brown throws in, however. All planned out, it shook me as well. Har-har!

WD 80.0.0 I got in the Arnold proper and called first at the haberdashery shop. But he had no brown throws available but said he will have next week. (As the disabled-shop told me two weeks ago about the picker-uppers, but they didn’t).

5Fri10I plodded on towards Iceland. I spotted these ‘Yankee Candles’ in a shop window. I put the photo on here, to show my beloved Troll Free Zone cyber friends, and hope they can tell me about them.

WD 80.0.0 I got to the Iceland store, and it was mayhem in there! I thought about not bothering to go in but carried on wearily. I selected wholemeal sliced rolls, yoghourt and chocolate-covered peanuts, and pork & pickle mini-pork-pies. Blow me down; they had some of the wonderful Batchelor’s canned potatoes in stock, not many left mind you. For they are popular 5Fri11while on special offer. I bought six cans, aware that getting home safely carrying them may prove fatal. Hahaha!

WD 80.0.0 The lady ahead of me in the queue spent £264 on her shopping! Blimey! I was in no rush, but those around me and in the waiting line were, though! A fourth till was opened to the left of this one. But by the time I’d positioned myself and convinced Arthur Itis to let me move, no less than four people, all blokes incidentally, had pushed by me and got served! The lady in the photo expressed her disgust at this to the woman on our checkout! Bless her cotton socks! I did not have a very good shopping trip, was I? I got to be served, the lady on the till was charming with me. I paid up my £7.19 and got outside to toy with the two shopping bags and trolley holder, to make them as easily distributed as I could, for an 5Fri16optimum balancing act, so I could get them home.

WD 80.0.0 I was almost excited at the thought of getting the fold-up picker-upperer from the mobility shop. I hastened carefully over the road and down to the store, to find they still didn’t have any in stock.

WD 80.0.0 This has been the most hapless, grimmest, lamentable, infelicitous and disheartening shopping trip I’ve had for a long time! But there were few welcome highlights mixed in, and from kind tellurians as well! So many stores have run out of stock! Brexit to blame, already?

5Fri12I made my way with some haste, such as was available with the over-burdened trolley full and bags hanging on the handles of the three-wheeler. Which wasn’t too keen on going up or downhill, without wanting to topple over!

The bus arrived, and I had a chinwag with some unknown folks, a laugh, and we considered what to expect from Storm Dennis. That’s a thing, I thought they named the storms with female names only?

WD 80.0.0 The bus driver got a move on and my staying in the side-saddle seat, and keeping the trolley from rolling away, was a work of art, en route.

5Fri13Back home at last! I got off of the bus after the others, only two of them this time. No one to chase after for a chinwag. I turned back and took a picture of the L9 at the stop. The cars parked all around half on the pavement. But this problem will not go away until the poor devils get more parking spaces, but there is no room to put any? One day someone will get their vehicle hit by a bus, fire-engine or another car. Maybe someone will get knocked 5Fri14over because of having to go in the roadway to get around the vehicles with the trolleys, disable scooter or shopping trolley. It’s a problem!

As I ambled along, it was sad to see the plants outside Winwood Court, already destroyed by Storm Ciara, and now having to face Storm 5Fri15Dennis tomorrow!

I entered Winwood Court and walked through the link passage back to my beloved Woodthorpe Court, with its illusions, delusions, hallucinations, Three years of upgradings, infestations, Fire Sprinkler works, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and manic machinations that thrive here freely, and are so bountiful. Haha!

5Fri017The lads who had been working on the 12th-floor lobby were either on their lunch break or on strike! Hehehe!

WD 80.0.0 I had a tussle to get the overfilled unbalance trolley-guide through both doors but got myself into the flat eventually. Tsk!

5Fri018I was so glad to get back, it’s been a frustrating trip out. I found myself singing when I got inside?

I got the shopping put away, and got the kettle on, made a brew of Thompson Pujana tea, and got on with updating this blog. By the time I’d 5Fri22finished it, I was all-in! Weary, and ready for something to eat. So, I was going to get the meal sorted out.

Aha, a parcel arrived. This was a present from Tim Price in New Mexico, my cyber-buddy. It cost him a fortune to make and send. I will email him later in the morning, with thanks!

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Absolutely over the moon with it! Tim is a Genius! For sure as apples are apples when I was taking out of the package, Neurotransmitters-Nicodemus failed on me, and it slid out of my hand. I was devastated at first, thinking I’d broken it, and could have died! But my cyber-mate had made sure it was unbreakable, and in a perfect frame for me! Phew! He spent a fortune on it, and took all that bother and further cost and time of getting it to me, all that way from America! Thanks, Tim, it’s perfect!

6Sat28A reet-feast was made. Smoked Haddock, whiting in batter, cheap new canned potatoes, garden peas, tomatoes, a Marmite and Baby-Bell cheese disc. Wholemeal bread flaps. And fresh orange juice and Lemon Curd yoghourt to follow. I ate it all up, thought it worth a taste-rating of 7/10.

5Fri26Off to wash the pots, thought about doing the handwashing, but chicken-out. Took a photo of the sky.

WD 80.0.0 Then settled in the £300, second-hand, c1968, recliner. Put the TV on, and saw that a film was on Channel 81, a 1964 comedy. With Harry H. Corbett, Hugh Griffith & Ronnie Barker. But it was late, but I tried to stay awake to watch it. Failing miserably to do so, and missing the last half-hour or so.

But, I slept for around six-hours! That was good for me!

Inchcock Today: Wed 12th February 2020: Got to see the Doctor, who sorted out the Chemist for me, blood tests, hospital appointments coming, natterings… Busy, but great Day in a way!

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Wednesday 12th February 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 12fed Chwefror 2020

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GM02(Tue) 21:50hrs: Earlier in the day, I had a tumble, and got my head down early, hence the odd waking time. I felt much better after four hours uninterrupted kip. I was pleased to remember that I had the Doctors appointment coming up, and decided to go through the notes I had written to remind myself for the visit to see Dr Vindla, in the morning at 10:00hrs.

WD 180.50.0 Huh! Could I find them? No! I went to search in the three-wheeler guider trolley, in case I’d put the notes in it, so I wouldn’t forget to take them. I got distracted when I found a letter and leaflet from Nottingham City Homes, had been put through the door.

The leaflet notification was about the, until now unmentioned fire in Winchester Court last week. Headed: Winchester Court Fire Damage. Apparently, it was the sprinklers that had flooded the place but saved lives, they told us in the letter. No mention of any flooding in the flat below, as Malcolm told us at the bus stop. There followed a list of common sense do’s and don’ts regarding a fire taking place.

WDPB03L3Wed01I couldn’t help but see the funny side of one bit of advice. Know your escape routes in case you need them in an emergency – and make sure everyone who lives in your home knows how to escape! (All sensible stuff!)

Then I wondered if this included the Black biting Boll-Weevils, the ghosts, the aliens and or the Goblins? That I am sure are a natural part of the mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination. Hehehe! I am a fool!

3Wed03In the envelope were a Newsletter and a Notice of ‘Variation of the terms of your tenancy’. I was not up to reading it all, though. Some jiggling and rewording had been done. Sadly, some additions, covering rent payment, Knives and weapons, electrical supply meddling, door closers, gas canisters, failure to allow access to contractors, safety checks. For sprinklers, alarms, carbon monoxide checks, and Do not block any ventilation or extraction fittings. The Nottinghamian tenants sound a dangerous bunch, Haha!

I made a new list of reminders and put it in the walker-trolley, with the Newsletter to read at the surgery later.

I made a brew of tea, took the medications and had a WAOQ (Weak-All-Over-Quickly) wee-wee. Then pressed on with updating the daily post. Got it completed and sent photos to Pinterest.

Then made a start on this blog up to here. Went on the WordPress Reader next. Made a brew, then visited the TFZer Facebook.

Nibbled some bikkies and had a mug of tea, and got the ablutions tended to, as quietly as possible, so as not to disturb the neighbours, a stand-up at the sink job. Can’t use the shower cause of the noise it makes.

3Wed04Put the handwashing to soak in the bowl for after the shower and shave. 

WD 180.50.0 Well, well, well, the pins looked Arthur Itis friendly! And, as if there was little blood in them this morning – good job I’m going to the Doctors later. Hahaha! But the ablutionalisationing went fine. Few dropsies, no cut and no bleeding! Yee-Haa!

I got a few graphics made up on CorelDraw. Then got some nibbles for the nurses in the trolley. The nurses aren’t in the trolley you understand? That’s where I put the bag of nibbles! Snigger!

I took two snaps of the tiny moon that lingered in the sky. Got the black bags on the trolley, and had a last wee-wee. Safety-First!

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Made sure I’d got the bus-pass and ailments list with me. Camera in my pocket and set-off out for the hobble to Carrington.

Back in a couple or three hours. I hope!

3Wed06WD 180.50.0 (I’m back!) At the lift lobby, some more Winwoodhieghtean Artwork was spotted on the carpet. Down in the elevator and through the link-passage and out Winwood Court’s lobby door, and off on my wobble to Carrington.

By gum, it was cold out there! I had a little trouble controlling the three-wheeler-guide trolley at times but managed. I think with Arthur Itis coming on so strong caused the problem for me. Talk about Limpalong Cassidy, Haha!

I turned left along Mansfield Road en route and took these shots of the traffic. I can’t remember why I did. Maybe, to show the thriving hub of Sherwoods closed down shops?

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3Wed12 (2)I hobbled up the hill and down into Carrington. The famously snarled up traffic was going on later than usual?

In this snap on the right, although in the distance, is an animal of the Nottingham Pavement Cyclist variety. The buck-toothed 3Wed12young ignorant son of moron came so close to hitting me from behind as he belted by me! Still, it didn’t bother me… much!

I arrived at the Medical Practice and made my way inside to the reception desk. Where the lady smiled at me and welcomed me like I was a long lost Grandfather! That cheered me up! ♥

I got seated and started the crossword puzzles. A chap sat next to me, amiably started a confab, and we had a laugh or two, and he even got a couple of clues in the crossword for me. By gad, it’s good to get out and about on days like this! After a while, Dr Vindla came out to collect me.

Her first words when we got in the treatment room, was: “I’ve not seen you for while!” But instant reply (Made with a grin on my face!) was, “Have you tried to get an appointment to see yourself?” She retorted cleverly with; “Well, I can see your not dead yet!” With an even bigger smile than mine was! Gawd, I love that woman’s sense of humour!

We went through the problems I am having. And the results were; She sent me to the nurse for a sample and four blood tests. She’ll let me know when the results come back.

She contacted the Chemist for me and afterwards told me the prescription will arrive this Saturday. I pointed out that I only have a day-and-a-half of medications left, and it is four days until Saturday? I reminded her of the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, had left me without any for five days last month, and ventured that this may be part of my problems suffered? She got on the phone back to the Chemist, asked for the Pharmacist, and had a word with him, as I left to go to the nurse’s room.

As I came out after the marathon blood-letting session with the friendly new-to-me nurse, who I had in tucks telling her the names I’ve given my ailments, Dr Vindla came to me and told me that the Chemist is on the way here (The Medical Practice) now, with this month’s prescriptions! Now that is real service, bless her cotton socks!

I was over the moon! (Not literal, you understand?) I chatted to the receptionist between patient for a few minutes, and a pretty girl arrived, with the bag of goodies for me! She had written down for me, the date of the next ones was due. 9th March. I thanked her, and feeling cared for, and in high spirits, I thanked everyone again, and departed, whistling to myself, I think!

WD 180.50.0A 3Wed13Unfortunately, as is usual when I start to get confidence or contented, something puts me back. In this case, I wobbled a bit going out of the car park and clouted my already Rheumatoid Arthur Itis suffering right knee against the brick wall, as I stopped myself 3Wed14going over. But hey, I wasn’t too bothered, its only pain! Hahaha! My gay-abandonment was only dented temporarily! I turned left, and, more limpingly than normal, made my way to the 3Wed15Lidl store down the road.

I was greeted there in true Lidl fashion, ignored! I ended up at the self -serve checkouts with, Fabric softener, a tin of garden peas, bin liner bags, Salt & Vinegar potato snacks, grated cheese and German smoked ham. I paid up, and out to the bus stop. Where I had another 3Wed15aclose call with a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist! Caught one to Sherwood, crossed the road.

Up the incline to the bus shelter, a ganglet of Winwoodonians were gathered. Some chit-chatting, sarcastic comment and light insults were shared. Hehehe! They chinwagged on the short trip up the hill back to the flats. Jenny, Nora, Frank and others.

The knees were bad now, and a chap must have seen me struggling with the trolley, and assisted me off of the bus. I fang you! As I limped through the Winwood Court social area, a lady must have read this blog and assured me that she would not be rude to me. Handing over the new frying pan incident). Bless her. ♥

I could not catch up with Nora and Frank en route to Woodthorpe Court. And, Nora is 91 years of age, still beautiful and a dignified lady! ♥

3Wed17I went up in the next free list with Betty. We enjoyed a natter, mind.

I got in the apartment, and unloaded purchases, and put them away. Not a lot, but apart from the garden peas, everything else was actually needed, so I did well with not 3Wed18overshopping, I thought.

Arthur Itis was even worse than earlier, now. Mmm? Why though?

I got the prescriptions checked and stored away in the medical drawers. The dates on the PillMate blister packs were still wrong. 17th January. The dates on the individual packs were February 6th? But the voted 3rd best Chemist in Nottingham,  Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, are at least catching up, slowly.

Got some mushroom and garden peas on the cook, and started the oven warming up for the chips later. And made a start on updating this blog.

Fatigued soon set in! So, I stopped on the blogging, got the chips in the oven, and got the handwashing done, rung and hung!

3Wed20Then sorted the nosh. Bit of a feast, but I made too much of it for the stomach to cope with. (Again!) The waste bin took care of the uneaten stuff. Regarding the potato and cheese croquettes from Iceland, don’t bother trying them, folks!

Overall a taste-rating of 5/10 for this one.

3Wed21I did the washing up and took a snap from the unwanted, light & view-blocking, photography hatingly designed with wide sticking out ledges so one cannot see below, thick-framed new kitchen windows. I was going to take one from the new balcony, but the incoming ice, snow and rain from Storm Ciara, had left water beneath the floor planks, and the crumbling wall plaster has fallen off in bits, gone under the wood in the stagnant water, and is beginning to smell a bit now. The picture didn’t come out too bad.

Aha! The TV was back on! At the bus stop earlier, one of the gals told me that the Fire Sprinkler installation crew had accidentally cut the communal cable. I thought as much! Still, obviously, they have now, three days later, got it repaired. Not that I mind really honestly. Falling asleep watching DVDs in just as easy to do. Hahaha! 

I got the ox on and started to watch a documentary, no, I’m wrong. It was The Dog Rescuers, on channel 54. I was doing well and stayed awake for the whole of the first part, then the advertisements came on… Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 11th February 2020: A trying Tuesday

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Tuesday 11th February 2020

Hausa: Yau Talata 11 ga Fabrairu 2020

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GM0100:05hrs: I woke, with a picture of phlebotomy Nurse Christina in my mind. She is due to call today, I think, I’ll have to check later. No demands for any bodily releases? I was moving freer this morning, I was out of the £300, second-hand, unpleasantly, grubby beige-coloured recliner, up on pegs, stick in hand, and moving to the kitchen, within three or four minutes. Smarmy-Swank-Mode engaged!

As I was putting the kettle on, a double release was needed, front and back. Off I trudged to the wet room. It really was not worth the effort! Despite all the usual signs from the innards, the attempted Throne Session was not forthcoming. And as for the wee-wee, it took me three or four minutes, and I can’t have passed more than a couple of sprinkled fluid ounces, and they were in different directions, most missed the porcelain all together.  A peculiar start to the day, proper uncharacteristic! I investigated to see if Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding, no sign of any blood. Mmm, discountenanced about this scenario.

wd 60.25.0 2 Back to the kitchen, made the tea, and took the ever-dwindling supply of medications. I must ask the Nurse to ring the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, for me. To find out if the prescriptions (that are late again this month) are coming. Or, do I have to go to Carrington to collect them. This thought made me check on what time Christina is coming. I went to check the diary. Oh, Grumpworthiness! She is not coming this week, it’s next Tuesday! Grrr!

wd 60.25.0 2 I took this shaky shot out of the unwanted, light and view-blocking new kitchen window. I apologise for the terrible quality. Two excuses, I mean, reasons. First: I blame Nottingham City Homes for building the ledges that stick out so far, that anyone under eight-foot-tall. Cannot see out at anything below, especially short-arsed disabled, bald, not wealthy, partly deaf (well, mostly), bespectacled, octagenarian old men. Who live in flat 72 and happens to be keen on photography, and knowing if any emergency vehicles are on-site because he can’t hear the fire alarm. Second: I blame my ailments. Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Stroke-Stewart, the Nicodemus Neurotransmitters dying, and Peripheral Neuropathy Pete! Lucky sod, I am!

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January Prescriptions blister-pack label? Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA

wd 60.25.0 2 But hey! If the chemist, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, can lie about delivering prescriptions after promising to do, also, fail to change the blister packs, and putting the wrong date on the stuff when it finally arrives. They can happily leave me without medication for five days as last month! The Doctor, nurses and medical team all fail to make any difference to the situation. What the heck! They’ll have dead between them, and probably be content about it. It will just mean one less old git to bother about. Only a genuine thought come worry!

Now, where was I before I went off on that paddy? Oh, yes! Gorrit now. I got with doing yesterdays blog update. It took many hours, due to having to sort the many photographs taken.

WDPH01L2wd 60.25.0 2 I had to go back to the wet room, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne had arrived from the innards. Heck, what a lengthy, painful one it was too! Solid as a rock, it took some moving after getting stuck half-way, just like it did on Monday and Tuesday. I might take a senna tablet later (I did). This time there was a fair bit of bleeding. The accompanying wee-wee was another not worth it type. A spread-out sprinkling drop or two. Things don’t feel right in this department at all.

2Tue07The moo0nb was lingering on well this morning, I thought. So, I took some photographs from the heart-rendering hated kitchen window. Two of them have the low, late moon on view.

Back to the updating task, didn’t get it finished until gone 06:00hrs! Luv-a-duck! Went on the WordPress Reader section. Then it was time for the ablutions to be done. They went okayish. As per usual, a few dropsies. A couple of tiny nicks shaving. But no bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion. I reckon I could hear the flaming ‘Hum’ while I was in the wet room!

This reminded me of talking to the other passengers on the L9 bus yesterday, and I mentioned the ‘Hum’, and a well-dressed chap looked awfully puzzled, and asked me what it was! I replied: “A bloody nuisance that drives me mad!” A couple of the ladies said they get it too! I suggested that the man look it up on Wikipedia, and it is worldwide! But no one can work out what it is or where it’s coming from! He was the only passenger to get off in Daybrook. I wonder if they are Hum-Free there? Hehe! I might try to move if so!

2Tue02I came out of the wet room, all refreshed and feeling betterer in temperament than I did earlier. So, I got the handwashing done. Taking extra care not to drop the bowl, or spill too much water over me or the floor. Of course, some got lost. I moved yesterdays washing onto the cloth airers. The jammie bottoms I hung in the wet room and left the heater on, fingers crossed I don’t forget about them.

What am I saying, me? Forget something? Hahaha!.

Then I decided the water falling on the floor, and my walking through it, created a need for the kitchen floor to be swept and mopped up! Great balls of fire; suddenly this, decision-making, determination and will-power! It can’t last long, surely? Better make a start on the floor cleaning straight away, while I’m in this unexpected and illogical, organically-impossible, semi-contented ready for work condition!

I got the floor done, and put some kitchen towelling down so, I didn’t spread muck while I went back in to make2Tue08a a brew. Why I even remembered to pick up the paper when the tiles had dried. Oh, Yes! Smug-Mode-Assumed!

wd 60.25.0 2 I thought I felt something in the lower regions that felt warm and wet! Oh, dear!

2Tue09Off to the wet room again. When I got in, the heat hit me, and the thought of ‘What the ‘eck are you doing, Inchcock? This flaming convector heater in the wet room is costing a fortune, and here you are drying your thin dressing gown with it! So, I moved it onto the flat airer, and put the t-shirt in the airing cupboard! A rare moment of logicalness there!

2Tue11Back to the wet room, to check for any bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion. All was clear, I also inspected Harold’s Haemorrhoids. No leaking there either. The warm wet feeling baffled me? While there, I had a decker at the pins (legs). Amazing! They were still pale, a few more lumps courtesy of Clopidogrel, but the surprising thing was, the blood papules had all but gone, and they only appeared yesterday! I think?

2Tue30WD 60.25.0 2A Had a Dizzy, tumbled, cracked head, not good. Must get rest, made Dagwood type sarnies, sat down and ate them. Must feel alright for visiting the Doctor in the morning. That doesn’t ring right, does it? Well, it might!

2020Feb10aPut the things in the bowl to soak, and took a snap of the impressive clouds.

I got down again in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. 

Zzzz!

Inchcocksi – Sun 9 Feb 2020: Storm Ciara left her mark in the flat. Egregiousnesses day!

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Sunday 9th February 2020

Italiano: Domenica 9 Febbraio 2020

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WDP 003lWD 0.0.255 01:10hrs: I can’t claim to have woken up this morning cause all I did was repeatedly have a couple of minutes nod-off, woke, mused, and did it again, and again, and aga…, well, you get the picture. Another almost sleepless night! Thus, I am not up to much this morning. Not that I am on many mornings. Haha!

I dismounted the grossly uncomfortable, £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, only Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were any hassle, up to now. No Dizzy Dennis or Duodenal Donald bother.

5Fri03WD 0.0.255A As I grabbed the stick and gingerly made my way to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), I knocked some stuff off of the Ottoman. The wee-wee was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) standard. But a warm feeling of appreciation for and off Jenny’s perfect saving gift of the picker-upperer blossomed, and after the leak, retrieving the fallen things was easy-peasy!

As I limped to the kitchen, Saccades Sandra played up, and I almost dropped the bucket. But it only lasted a few seconds, thankfully. But losing vision for any length of time is scary! I got the kettle on.

As I bleached and cleaned the GPWWB, I pondered on what I need to tell the Doctor about on Wednesday’s visit to the surgery. The Saccades, the falls, my sleep deprivation, the dizzies, the Warfarin, the memory-loss… so much to remember, I must write it down later. Mustn’t forget the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, who left me with no medications for five days last month! That’ll make her day, and me very popular, I bet! Oh, dearie me! Hehe!

7Sun05Come think of it, I’ll just check to see how many blisters of tablets are left to use. Back in a bit.

I’m back. Only three days of tablets left in the blister pack!

But just as worrying, on a close look at the label, these tablets, that were delivered five days late by Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, on about 5th February. They have the date of 27/12/2019 printed on the ticket of all four blister-packs!

Am I missing something here? Are Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA losing it as well as me? I’d better start asking around so I can change chemist for getting my prescriptions. See who the others use and what they are like. Although I have heard complaints about Boots and Lloyds locally. Oh, dear, all confused again now, and the day hasn’t started yet – and I have Josie’s meal to sort out…

WDPh 01WD 0.0.255 I’m getting myself in a pickle, a panic-attack? Head is spinning, Anne Gyna suddenly giving me proper gip! Dizzy Dennis and a sort of ‘out-of-it’ sensation for half an hour or so. Sweating. I sat down, and did nothing, apart from fretting and worrying as a thought Storm Ciara began. Yet, for these few minutes of mental confusion, I still heard the Hum.

7Sun03Then as I was coming back to reality, that’s not the word, but still, the howling winds of the start of storm Ciara reached us, there was an unbelievably loud gale, I thought I’d take a photo, not that you can picture wind, but still, I snapped a shot in Night Landscape mode. It was as if the funny turn had not happened, I felt placidly chirpy in myself! I did struggle when I opened the window, though, took all my limited strength to stop the thing rattling against the inner recess wall.

This decided me, no more external photos to be taken from the window again, at least until Ciara had finished with us.

Now I was perplexed even further. I discovered I’m made the tea and drank it, and the mug was in the washing up bowl? But can’t remember doing so.

Anyway, I made another brew of Glenghettie tea, and it tasted so good. This may have been because I’d just come out of a funny-turn? Dizzy Dennis had cleared, Duodenal Donald got far less bothersome, only Anne Gyna was still at me with venom she’s not used for months. I took the medications. A demand, from the suddenly erupting innards for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised, quickly arrived! I made a wobbly, but hasty rush to the wet room.

WDP 10R02WD 0.0.255 Well, this session soon brought my spirits back down! It was horrible, sat there, in agony with trying to pass from the rear, with Anne Gyna stabbing at my torso repeatedly. It was even a longer session than the last one, and positively more painful! Phuff! I got cleaned up and medicated. At least there was only a little blood from Little Inchy and the rear end. Must cling to the good things!

To the accompaniment of Storm Ciara’s gales outside, I got on the computer and sat quietly for a moment reflecting on the day so far. It’s been a cracker up to now. Highs and lows intermingling. I started of on CorelDraw to do a page top graphic for today, Sunday’s blog. It took me far too long, and Anne Gyna was not easing off yet.

I got the graphic done and took one extra ramipril hypertension, capsule. I might ask Dr Vindla is she might again prescribe me some Nitroglycerin, as it comes as a sublingual tablet to take under the tongue. Although I seem to recollect, there was some reason for her taking me off of them a few years ago?

I needed the graphic for this post, and uploaded it, then started to write the blog, and realised I had not updated yesterdays (Saturdays) yet! Boy, am I in a state today! So, I got on with doing so. Poor old thing, what next to try and test this old befuddled brain of mine?

So I got the post updating done! Then went on the TFZer Facebooking page. Then the WordPress Reader section.

Got the ablutions tended to. So many dropsies, it’s impossible to remember them all. Humph!

7Sun06I made up and took the five black bags to the rubbish chute.

Then back to get wrapped up, ready to go to the Winwood Court, to take some photographicalisations. The timing should enable me to have an hour or so for the trip, which will mean I can get back in time but may have to rush a bit, to get Josie’s meal cooked in time.

There is a pictorial story of today’s trip to Winwood Court:

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For the first time ever, I met someone in the top lounge. A new resident in Winwood and his visiting son. We had a chinwag, it was nice to talk to someone on a Sunday. The lad was playing some Vera Lynne music on the record player, lovely! I went out to take the photos above, but dare not venture too far, or the wind would have had me off the roof!

I came back in, and found I had taken a little longer than planned (Nattering? Hehe!) So I got in the elevator and back down and to Woodthorpe Court, camera at the ready.

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I got to the postage-stamp-sized apartment and spotted the glass bottles I’d meant to take with me. So down again to the recycling bin with them.

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I got to the lift, and as usual, if I am wanting the elevator on the twelfth floor, both cages will be on the ground floor, visa-versa, and they will be on high levels! Tsk! Every time!

I got in the flat and started on my neighbour’s Sunday meal. The mobile came to life, it was Sister Jane, but the connection was very broken, she could obviously not hear me, cause Jane persisted talking and I could not make out anything she was saying, a moment later, the connection cut out. I’ll rig her 7Sun30back after I’ve delivered Josie’s nosh. I made battered cod, mushrooms, garden peas, tomatoes, Marmite and a Babybell mini cheese, the Coronation Mayonaisse Tuna, and some cheesy-buttery potato mash, I know she likes that the way I do it. Cause she told me so. Haha!

I got it delivered a couple of minutes before midday. With a lemon yoghourt and can of pink gin & tonic for the gal.

I wished her happy eating and back to get the washing up done. All that Red Leicester cheese and Lurpak butter, just don’t want to leave the mixing bowl, fork or spoon, does it! Frogglemoths!

I got on with putting the photographs on this blog. Then as I was putting the braised beef and onion gravy in the pan to cook, Storm Ciara got a bit nastier, and the rain had come through the windows and frames of the new unwanted balcony, the slats were soaked through, and by the time I’d taken these phots’s, I was also soaked through! Cholericalisations!

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The wind was making the raindrops ping against the glass, the balcony door was letting in the water too! The chap in the luxury lounge on Winwood Court’s rooftop, told me they expect the rain and windy storm to last for three days? Oh, heck!

WDP10L04RL7Sun40WD 0.0.255 After drying myself off, I thought I could smell burning. Panic-Defcon-Two Engaged! I shot into the kitchen, but everything seemed okay, then I realised my Accifauxpa! I’d turned on the wrong hob, and one of the new saucepans, with nothing in it, was emitting a fair amount of steam! I got some water in it and let it cool down. I don’t know yet if the last rites will be needed. Crabs and Grobblecraps – Dangwangling
Dangwangles, damn and blast!

6Sat05I got the beef cooking in the proper pan this time. Fed-up? Me? I was so tired now, I thought I may have difficulty in keeping awake to eat the ‘feast on a tray!

I’d put of the Sicilian Extra Special West Country yoghourt in a dish to have for afters. Fearing it might be too sweet, but the only way to find out was to eat it. Hehe!

I got my casserole braised beef done. After the meat was cooked, everything else was by then well-overcooked. I hate myself at times! I got it laid out on the tray, and boy the casserole looked good, and it smelt great. This overcooking stuff and it turns out alright seems to suit me down to the ground. It was all delicious!

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I wallowed in the flavour and falling asleep was forgotten about while I was eating it, all of it, up! Taste Rating 9.25/10! I even got the gravy right! The dessert was not too sweet at all, tangy, zesty tasting with loads of cream. Mmm!

 I got the things in the washing up bowl to soak, took the medications and settled down perched on the second-hand, on-its-last-legs recliner, now in search of some shut-eye!

WD 0.0.255 The imperative of watching some TV was, I thought, guaranteed to send me off into the land of nod. But No! The Freeview had more channels off than on-air; 60% of those still showing were pixelating and with crackling noises, and even the rest of the channels kept going warped on and off! I ended up after a deal of faffing about, with only channels 81 and 47 being watchable. However, at least channel 47 had some Ramsay Nightmare Kitchens for me to view, and these are usually assured of sending me off to kip. But No!

WD 0.0.255 For the door chimes chirped – I thought it might be the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, who left me with no medications for five days last month, actually delivering the medicines on time. Hahaha… what a pratt! I struggled limpingly to the door. It was a bloke asking for Jennifer? I told him the situation, but could not help him with a Jennifer. I wondered if he had got the wrong Court, and he looked bemused. I explained about the confusing set up here that there is Winchester Court at the start of the complex, then the Extra-Care Winwood Court in between Winchester Court and this one at the end, Woodthorpe Court. They are collectively called Winwood Heights! An understanding frown creased his forehead. I think he needed the Extra Care Winwood Court. He thanked me, and off he trudged.

Back to my recliner, to watch some Ramsay rubbish. But No! I was soon off into the blessed slumberland… but not for long!

WD 0.0.255 ♫ “I only want to be with you! ♫ Chimed out, repeatedly! I was struggling to get out of the recliner, and it took me ages to get Arthur Itis to free his knees so I could hobble to answer the door. There was no let-up on the ♫ “I only want to be with you! ♫ Chimings. Someone was desperate to wake me up and get a hold of me? Finally, I got to the door. It was Josie, returning the meal tray and things. She handed me a dish of green salad. Bless her, the times I’ve asked her not to call late makes no difference at all. But no animosity was stirred. Like when she forgets to tell me she is going out with her Sister and lets me make a meal for her, then worry about if Josie is inside poorly or not, she had forgotten about my asking her not to call late again.

WDP 4LBut hey, how could I take umbrage at this, when I’m not exactly a good rememberer myself, and get just as confused as Josie does? No problem! I was a little irked at being woken up again, mind, but it can’t be helped with us old folk and our mutual forgetfulness, and obliviousness moments.

Back into the recliner. Although, as tired as I was, sleep once more resisted me. Gawd knows when I eventually got into the land of slumber. But I woke up feeling shattered!

Sweet Morpheous, where art thou? Hahaha!

TTFNski.

Inchcockski (In Brief) – Sat 8th Feb 2020: I ended up absquatulating from reality, today! Mmm?

2020 Feb 08

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Saturday 8th February 2020

Romanian: Sâmbătă, 8 Februarie 2020

00 Feb 08

01:30hrs: I woke to the blasting noise of the ‘Hum’, involuntarily passed wind, in somehow, with difficulty, hastened bumblingly to the wet room, and the Porcelain Throne. Only barely arriving in time again!

wd 60.25.0 2 This was one of the more painful varieties of evacuation. Auto-starting and the movement flowed, well crept so slowly and hurtfully, but there was no forcing or stopping it! One had to just sit there writhing in agony until it was over! And believe me, it felt like hours before it did so! Probably just a couple of minutes, though. I go into detail, as a warning to younger folk, get your Pancreas (the whole system really) checked at the first signs of struggling or blood! I didn’t, so more fool me, too late now! But not for you whippersnappers out there! Please!

We Apologise for the interrupted broadcast – Normal Inchcock Service is now Resumed!

6Sat03Very messy, I needed a lot of cleaning and medication afterwards, but this is all to be expected nowadays. Off to the kitchen, to get the kettle on, important things first. Haha! I took the medications, then made the brew, Glenghettie Gold, an absolutely fantastic first cup of the day brew! I took a snap from the window of the morning view.

On with the updating of the Friday post. All done for 06:00hrs. I made a start on this blog, which took hours to get to this stage. Yes, Saccades Sandra and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley were both playing me up. Tsk!

5Fri017I stopped to have some brekkers. I considered delving into the giant pot of luxury Sicilian Lemon layered yoghourt.  (Rich British Cream and a zesty Sicilian lemon compote!)  but I resisted this time. Although it was a close call, I almost weakened! (Wish I had, now!)

6Sat04I opted for some Crunchy Nut flakes instead. I enjoyed them immensely, with no guilt showing up whatsoever! Washed the dish and cutlery, and was feeling tired now. But all my concentration would be needed now!

Then a right big marathon session on the WordPress Reader and the TFZer Facebooking. (In between wee-weeing and making mugs of tea. Har-har!) This took me five hours! Almost time to get my head down!

I had to go on CorelDraw then, to make up some graphic headers to use. More time lost, but I did enjoy doing it. Then went on the TFZer Facebooking. Another pleasurable, but time-consuming exercise! Midway through the graphicationalisationing, I took some shots of the sky, when I went to make a mug of tea.

6Sat09

Back to the computer, but things were not good with SAccades-Sandra. I didn’t lose any vision entirely, like yesterday, but focussing was too much of a hassle. So, I gave up, turned everything off, and checked to see if anything was on the Gogglebox worth watching. And there was!

6Sat10I got a quick nosh prepared. Got some McCains chips in the oven. Mini pork and pickle pork pies on the plate. Made up some Dagwood style wholemeal roll type sarnies, buttered with sliced tomatoes, and got the chips (fries) added.

Delicious! Wish I put more chips in the oven now. Hehe! A flavour rating of 7.4/10!

I got settled in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, grotty-gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, rescued from the tip, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. That xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, for safe-keeping! (I still haven’t got all of the money back yet, eight-months later).

The TV viewing was interrupted severely, by my constant going into either a Thought-Storm, my acquisition of a new to me, ‘Blankness’ where I imagined what could have been, and regretted what had been, or having a few minutes kip very occasionally.

I sort of ended staring blankly at the TV screen, but the brain was not interested, it would sooner drift off into thoughts of failures, mistakes, errors and sillyosities I had committed over the years. Sleep was not an option, and I had no choice but to listen to my own mind, as it waffled on to me…

Horrible, almost sleepless night again.

Help!

Oh, I don’t know though, losing one’s marbles seems to suit me. It’s not as bad as I feared.