Infamous Inchie, Sunday 17th January 2021

♥ TFZer, Janet, Henry in the sink, me cleaning the windows, Haha! ♥

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Sunday 17th January 2021

Hawaiian: Lāpule 17 Lanuali 2021

 00:50hrs: I woke up, reinvigorated, stimulated and filliped, ready for anything Coronvirus, hobgoblins or apparitions could throw at me!

Well, not really! I needed the Porcelain Throne and a wee-wee, Cathy Cartilage was painfully for me, getting her own back for my falling on her twice last night as the right leg gave way. And, the Worldwide ‘Hum’ all around, and noise from machinery above were niggling at me. The problems with CorelDraw and the Computer milled about teasingly, goadingly, in my head! Doing me no good at all.

I extracted my overly-stomached body from the c1968 recliner, and carefully caught my balance while holding back the getting more urgent need for the Throne and Wee-wee. As speedily as I could to keep safe from toppling, falling, or losing balance, I walked the funny walk to the wet room, without any incidents. (Which was excellent!)

The evacuation flowed freely, but it was again a gooey, sticky affair. The passing was fine, only the cleaning up afterwards bothered me. This is getting ridiculous lately. I’m performing the task quickly and painlessly enough. Then having to spend twenty-times as long, in cleaning up and get the cistern to cope! Humph! Nobody warned me about the risks I’d face when taking evacuations in my dotage. Hehehe!

I washed and got straight on the computer to get the updating done. I knew it would be a long job, with last nights Prescriptions arriving late, and the computer problems earlier. I made a start with crossed fingers, (nor literally, I can’t cross them anyway nowadays, although Colin Cramps is very good at distorting them).

I pressed on for hours. As I was close to finishing, I thought ‘Hello, I’m doing well here, no grammar problems showing from Grammarly’ (My spell checker). Then saw that the Grammarly icon was not showing on the page? Shucks! More problems!

I could not work out what was wrong. So, I went on the Grammarly site to ask for help, but could not find any. So then I checked on Google for assistance. One bit of advice looked promising – until I went back on here and right clicked the ‘Inspect Elements’, then the screen filled with what to me was gibberish. Of course, it was all technical stuff, that left me in a misunderstanding pickle!

I closed down WordPress and restarted it – No good; still, no Grammarly working.

I turned everything off, closed down, and restarted the machine again. Aha, Grammarly is back!

But it wasn’t working correctly. The pop-up showed that issues needed attention, but nothing was highlighted on the page, and, as usually would happen, it would come up on the screen, and then the leaf-tick comes up, to say all is well. When I’ve corrected it. But not now. I’m getting more wee’d off all the time!

No choice left but to carry on and not get bothered by it (impossible of course).

I got the blog posted off and then sent the email link. Then Pinterested a snap or two. On Facebooking catch-up. Next, a call to the Porcelain Throne Mark-2 arrived. Just the same as the first visit, messy! Tsk!

I tended to the belated Health Checks.

The Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, showed that the SYS was creeping back up a smidge at 163. The DIA as well, to 86, and the Pulse was nice and calm at 81 recorded.

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, was in the green again, at 36.8°c.

I got the made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket, that I bought nine-years ago from Primark put in to soak, ready for handwashing later, and the I wobbled-off to get the ablutioning done. Got in the wet room, and had a paramnesia driven memory-moment, and just had to go back to check if I’d left the tap running in the kitchen sink (Tsk!), all was okay.

The knees looked a lot better this morning, and some colour had returned to the skin, not a lot, I think the lighting in the wet-room gave this impression.

An excellent session today: Total dropsies of about eight. The teeth hurt obviously. BPB was bothersome in the shower. No Shaking Shaun visits tumbles or bangs either! The medicationalisationing went well!

Dressed, and off to get my made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket, that I bought nine-years ago from Primark, hand-washed, all done, rung and hung above the kitchen sink to drip dry.

As I turned around and down to but the washing liquid back in the under the cupboard, BPB Back-Pain-Brenda) gave me a twinge like never before, almost electric-shock-like! Not very nice that!

But no time to stew over it, as I grasped the draining board to help heave my horrifically over-bellied body back upright, along came SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) with the most inopportune timing. The cluttered with pots, pans, jars etc., draining tray, were dispatched to the floor!

The painful job of getting down and up to retrieve the contents started off RR (Reflux Roger), and RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis), and I was in a picklement pain-wise! Which, was tempered by my taking a Zapain tablet. (Thanks again to the mystery donor, much appreciated) I was a smidge groggy for a while, but I soon began to feel betterer.

So much so, I slowly and carefully made up some waste bags and got them in the walker guide box. I got things ready near the door to take them to the rubbish-chute room, and another stupefaction moment, where I just have to double-check things. I felt something had been missed, not done, or left in a dangerous state?

I returned to the kitchen, but found things in a mess, yes. Still, nowt obviously of danger, nothing dangerous on the floor, all the retrieved stuff from the floor things seemed safe, no taps (faucets) left running… but I still had this nagging sensation that I’d not done something I was going to, or needed to? Grumph!

Off to the waste chute, not a soul about for me to pester and talk to. Hehehe! Got the things down the chute easily enough, RR, and RAI seemed to be easing off (The Zapains seem to be working quickly) but as I hobbled back to the flat CC (Cathy Cartilage) started giving me some bother. Yer can’t win ’em all!

Back to the flat, I put the trolley in the corner and got on the computer. Visited the WordPress Reader. Then had a look at the WP comments.

Then decided to look for some delivery slots available for next week. I got one at Sainsbury’s, for a week time, next Sunday, 06:30 > 07:00hrs. Made an order and got it confirmed, but I had to change my password? But would I last out until then for fodder?

After some thought, I made an Iceland order, got it in for Wednesday 20th, 06:00hrs > 08:30hrs. At least the bread, and milk should last out.

The fatigue came earlier and suddenly today. I had to stop. But I needed to get Josies’ nosh prepared, and decided to make my own at the same time, very early on. I delivered Josie’s dead on time again and then returned to get my own done and sorted. Got the pots washed before settling down. Gawed I was feeling drained, now.

The nosh was eaten slowly and enjoyed. Flavour-rating 6.5/10.

I couldn’t understand how my batteries were failing so early. I got up and took the tray and bits to the sink, returned and plonked down in the recliner, but the TV on, but saw none of it, until I woke up five hours later at 22:00hrs! Semi-refreshed…

What an odd day!

 

Inchy, the Innocent Idiot: Wednesday 6th January 2021

 ♥ TFZer, With the twinkling eyes! ♥

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Wednesday 6th January 2021

Polish: Środa 6 Stycznia 2021 r

23:20hrs: It’s getting back to normal now; I woke up, involuntarily passed wind, and needed a wee-wee. Accompanied by the almost ever-present SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), and near-agony from BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda).

Getting my humungously large bellied-body from the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly-beige-coloured, not-working, uncomfortable, rusty, rickety, recliner, had its moments. I did the catching the balance motions a little differently, to try and avoid the pain from BPB, and ended up slumping back down in the seat, which annoyed Harold’s Haemorrhoids at a bit. On the bright side, I missed hitting the arms of the chair, or it could have been a lot worse. Tsk! Cartilage Cathy’s patella wasn’t happy with me, either!

I utilised the ONWWB (Overnight-Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) Cripes, what a difference, it was of the LPPPS (Long-Powerful-Persistent-Peeing) mode. I’ve not moved so much in many a month. No way could I have drunk that much since the last wee-wee, last night? It took me ages, but there was no PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling).

I adopted my investigative-mode to try to work out why I was running short on the Codeines. I decided that I must have identified the wee small tablets wrong, and I’d taken two Furesomide, which means I’ve missed either a beta-block or Codeine.  (The medications last month arrived without any inner lids, and they all fell out all over the place, and retrieving them was a nightmare, even worse the three tablets mentioned all looked the same to me), Glibblebonks!

I must remember to thank the super-efficient Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the pub, near the launderette and Lidl store, for their care, professionalism and compassion that they have shown to me.

I tackled the Health Checks next. Starting with the Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometerisationing. The Sys was down from 168 to 168 this time. Not a lot, but better than being up? The Pulse was down from 97, to 92.

The new Chinese made, Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, showed a reading of 36.8°c. Which shows as being in the green, as acceptable! Compared to yesterdays reading of 37.5 in the red, it is a good one.

Took the medications, dubious as to what I was taking. I’ve had six wee-wees and two small mugs of tea up to now between all these activities. The wees seem to be getting weaker, and less volume, on each one.

I made another brew and took pictures of the view, through the disliked, hard to clean, light & view-blocking kitchen window. Look a tad eerie, don’t they?

These could possibly be used as a thriller, mystery or scary book cover. Hehe! I made a graphic for the diary top, then made another brew, had another wee-wee, and got on with updating yesterdays blog, which took an inordinately long time – but the result of a silver-lining search about this fact was that apart from SSS having a ball trying to dislocate the shoulder, the reason for my delay, was just a lack of concentration… again!

I stopped to make another brew of Glengettie, and had, wait for it, two wee-wees, one after the other?

Got the tea back to the computer, and pressed on and finally got the updating finished. (Phew, worra job that was!)

Made yet another mug of tea, Co-op 99 this time, and hard to believe, but I had another weaker wee-wee!

I posted the blog and email link off. Went on the WordPress reader. Then on Facebooking catch-up. Which I caught up with. Hehehe!

A wee-wee, and yet another mug of Glengettie. Took this photo, of the view, and decided to get the Ablutions done. After yet another wee-wee, that had now died down to a UTD (Unwilling-Trickling-Dribbling) variety. Which did surprise me a bit, cause I was still taking in too much tea!

The full-Monte today. And things went swimmingly on all fronts. (Which is surprising with me being a bad-luck lad, and an aquaphobic) No stubbed toes, no… I say, No shaving cuts! Fair does, Dizzy Dennis called on me a few times in the shower. But overall, a great session. Smug Mode Grade2 adopted! Anyway more good news, the plates and pions were looking fine!

As soon as I left the wet room, a (what proved to be a series of) involuntary right leg Peripheral Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances started. I was close to going over on two occasions as I recall. I clouted my hip on the edge of the doorframe. The shaking of the leg was on and off for about three hours after that. I’ve never had it last that long before. Still, it calmed down in the end, back to the odd little flutters and kicks, which look far worse than they are. Hey-Ho!

Then, back to the wet room, to medicate the areas in need, that for some reason I’d not done earlier. I took the clothes with me to change into after the medicationalisationing was done. And the landline rang and flashed!

Jane and Pete, Jig-Saw Puzzlers supreme

It was Sister Jane, she said she’d ring back and give me time to get dried and dressed. Bless her. We had a great natter when she rang back. I learnt a lot from it; I’m eating too much and the wrong food, should not have Squid sauce with anything but fish, and other gems. Hehehe!

Pete was at the City hospital to get his test results from his second bone marrow testing. He deserves a bit of luck, just for how he’s handled things since the Big C was diagnosed.

The left arm was getting attention from Colin Cramps, we were on the phone that long. I foolishly changed to the right hand, but SSS’s cunningly sudden attack made me drop the phone despite taking care! I banged the right knee trying to catch the handset, and then I had Cartilage Cathy to contend with, Tsk! We still nattered on, though, I was enjoying it. Until the pain of holding the phone with the bent arm, got too much. She was expecting Pete to return soon, and we agreed to give up our repartee.

I made up some waste bags and took them to the rubbish chute. Returned and getting the three-wheeler in the flat, backwards cause it’s usually easier, I caught my ankle bone against the door edge. I recall saying something like, “Well, blow me!”, as I laughed off the incident, as the right leg went into a mini-dance routine, and I hit my toe against the bottom panel. Luckily, me being a heroic man of phenomenal bravery, I was not bothered in the least bit, of course! Ahem!

I stopped crying, as the door chimes rang forth with Dusty Springfields tune to “♫I only want to be with you!♫

It was ILC, Desktop dancer and Warden, Obergruppenfürheress Deana. I asked her if she could ring the Chemist or Doctor’s for me, to get the prescriptions back into packets and not the pill-pods, I know it will mean more struggling for me to make up my own dosage pots, but at least I won’t be running short of medication missed off by the super-efficient Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the pub, near the launderette and Lidl store, and have no lids to allow the tablets to spill all over the place and get lost! Deana told me it was time to take down the Christmas cards, so I did. I took this photo earlier to remind me to ask her, cunning, eh?

I forced her to take some New Year pressies, and she told me to remind her to ring the chemist – Hahaha! Me? Remember?

I rang Jenny and forgot why I was calling her! She had ordered me some minced beef, tp be delivered Sunday afternoon, bless her. I’m sure she will not wake me if they come after 15:00hrs, I can fetch them on Monday morning, I hope. I bothered her to help because the Iceland ones are not very nice, and despite claiming less than 10% fat, looked greasy to me when cooked, a lot of colouring went into the grinder with the meat and fat.

Well shattered now, I’ll try again to make a meal that I can eat all of.

I burnt the peas, made a right mess of the saucepan, and spent ages soaking and cleaning it. Tsk!

I was originally, going to have a steak slice,  but I had to make do with the Morrison substituted chicken and bacon pie. Didn’t find or taste any bacon in it, mind. The Leicester cheesy potatoes came out alright. The Spanish tomatoes were not too bad for once. The specially-burnt garden peas tasted fine! And, the lemon dessert went down a treat.

All in all, a flavour rating of 7/10, I think the taste buds are reactivating, perhaps, maybe, possibly.

I got the pots washed, and finally got the saucepan cleared of the black bits. Good and early, I got down in the c1968 second-hand recliner and got the TV on, Law & Order programmes to watch.

The first one, I must have nodded-off eight or nine times at least, but only for a few seconds or minutes each time. I decided to give up on the telly, and get my head down properly…

Not only did I not have any Thought-Storms, but I drifted off quickly, and the best bit… I stayed in the land of slumber for five-uninterrupted hours! Grrreat!

Inchies diabolical diary for Tuesday 29th December 2020

♥ TFZeress, Nancy, a good un! ♥

The Bowel & Bladder are not gerrin’ any betterer… Tsk! Haha!


Tuesday 29th December 2020

Hawaiian: Pōʻalua 29th Kekemapa 2020

23:50hrs: I woke, wanting a wee-wee, that felt rather urgent. No time for a preamble, I manipulated my colossal-wobbly stomached torso from the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner. I hobbled over to the with the greatest of speed available to me, to take a wee-wee.

This evacuation was of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) style, and painful with it! It took ages to free, and maybe it added up to enough to fill a couple of egg cups. Not only that, but I felt drained of energy afterwards? Something amiss here? The thought of the treatment and put-downs I had suffered on my last visit to the Oncologist, was enough, to encourage me not to call them, but to wait to see how things develop, first. (How dare she tell me to stop drinking Glengettie tea and go onto the crap-tasting decaffeinated type!) Hehehe!

I washed the dandies and got the kettle on. Made up some waste bags and got them in the box on the three-wheeler-walking guide. The box seems to have got filled-up a lot quicker than it normally does? I may have made the bags up a little too large to fit in the chute? Humph!

Another wee-wee needed, I’ll try not to waste time mentioning this again, they lasted all day on and off, every one of them in the same WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) mode.

I tended to the Health Checks next. Starting with the Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometer. At least the SYS was a tad lower than yesterday, the pulse was up a fair bit, mind at 91, compared to yesterdays 87 reading.

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer was down a smidge, but within range, I think, at 36.5°c, it was in the green anyway. I like this machine, it is quick and easy to use. Of course, now I’ve said that; somethings bound to go wrong!

I used up the last of the Chloramphenicol antibiotic eye drops. The reason being that the Doctor didn’t show me how to put them in at the hospital. Thus, most of the liquid ended up running down my cheeks, through the moustache and into my mouth! The Carmellose drops had some left in it to use, I still got the biggest part of it down the cheeks. Tsk!

The foul-tasting Docusate was not taken this morning, as the problem with Constipation Konrad had now been replaced with Trotsky Terence. However, I thought I’d still take a Dioctyl® 100mg Poo-Softener capsule, just the one.

I got the medications sorted and taken. Then onto the computer to update the Monday blog to get sent off. First, the photographs from last night needed uploading, but the damned Microsoft Pictures Ap was not having it again! I wrangled a way of getting them in from the plug-in in the end. Heck of a mess about!

Then, the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. No messing about, I stopped everything and made my way to the wet-room. By Jiminy Cricket! This visit was as near to perfect as one has been for months (Note I only said ‘near’ to perfect!) No pain at all! And a quick evacuation to boot! Sadly, it was messier than ever, the Docusate had worked! I regret taking the Dioctyl® now. Still, yer can’t win ’em all! Cleaned up, washed and back to the computer.

I concentrated fairly well this time, and Nicodemus and SSS were both in a good mood for me. So it didn’t take too long before the blog was finished. I got it sent off to WordPress and Pinterested some snaps. Emailed the link. Then went on Facebooking catch-up. This took over two hours, but it was interesting and a few comments to peruse. (Several WUNT’s taken doing the Facebooking)

I went to make a mug of Glengettie, and I took these photographs through the light & view-blocking kitchen window. The first a wide shot that didn’t come out as it showed in the Nikon viewer’s window. However, I thought I saw a fire on the horizon!

I zoomed in to get a clearer picture (Okay, I failed). But it did look like a fire was burning, and a decent-sized one too!

I had a look on the web for any news of any fires but didn’t find anything.

As I was closing the light & view-blocking kitchen window, the moon came through the clouds. So I popped out again and got this photograph taken. I tried to get a closer one, but the Nikon wasn’t having that, and the close-ups came out terrible! Humph!

I opened the YourNottingham news magazine and had a look to see if any news of a fire was on it. I found this disappointing Covid figures for Nottingham.

I also spotted this photo above and recognised the street straight away, Sherbrooke Road, where I lived before coming to these flats. I’m even gladder I moved now!

I was well pleased when I came across the Crime Figures for my new postcode. Down 19%, they say.

Ah, well, better get the ablutions done. I don’t want to miss the travelling shop when it comes. Now then, erm… bread, err… oh, I’ll sort it out later.

What an Awesomesauce Ablution Session!

Please Note: The above statement does not include the medicalisationing!

  • Teeth-cleaning: Not such good a start, the cracked tooth has lost another bit, and is beginning to hurt a little.
  • Shaving: Smug-Mode-Adopted! Not a single cut! A few dropsies, but only three!
  • Showering: Dropsies just two! No dizzies! No hitting the grab bars! Great!
  • Drying off: Nothing knocked over or off of the floor cabinet! No toe-stubbing! Just the one dropsy. Smug-Mode-upgraded to Class C!
  • Medicationalisationing: Ah, the real black spot I’m afraid, didn’t go well at all! I dropped the Haemorrhoid cream tube, bent down to retrieve it, and SSS kicked off. Dropped the furuncle ointment, picked it up and dropped the cap from it. I’ve not seen it since! On the brighter, silver-lining search side, at least the tube was nearly empty anyway! Bending and lifting the leg up simultaneously, to put some Germolene on the stubbed toe from yesterday, I slipped getting myself back up. I scraped my chin against the sharp corner of the cabinet, and I ended up on my bum, via the floor cabinet, of which I knocked several deodorants off of. This started Harold’s haemorrhoids bleeding, and it took me a while to stop them. (At least I hadn’t already medicated them! Hehehe!) Which started of Cartilage Cathy as well! I utilised the WS bowl to get back upright again, this was not easy.
  • Getting dressed: No loss of balance getting the PPs on. No walking into anything on exiting!

I’m sure of the order that things occurred, but they shook me up a bit!

So there it is, had it not been for the medicating, I reckon this would have been my best, least painful, and fewest dropsies ablutioning session for years! A shame that!

I got dressed and off into the kitchen to sort out the last waste bag.

Well, the snow had been falling a bit while I busy in the wet room! I got the Nokia, took its photo, put the camera in the three-wheeler-guide bag, and later took a photo in the chute room.

Did you note my deliberate mistake there? Putting Nokia instead of Nikon? Ahem!

I got the waste bag on the box, set out of the door to go to the chute room.

I somehow managed to knock the box off the trolley, as I bent down to get the bags back into the box, I felt the warm, wet sensation in the front of the PPs! I knew straight away what had happened, mind. The medium size substituted for large-sized PPs from Sainsbury’s had squashed Little Inchie and started the lesion to bleed. Swine!

  I came back inside the flat to check things in the nether regions. Dang-It! Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding a bit. I went to the wet room and cleaned things up and applied some Clobetasone Butyrate cream. Off out again, and took this photograph through the lobby window before entering the chute room.

I took this shot om me putting the last little bag down the rubbish chute. Not a lot of room, is there?

But, fair does, if they had left the big opening on, some folks tend to put loose large waste into the funnel, and so many blockages last year, proved very costly to unblock.

Back to the apartment and got the kettle on, taking two more photos of the snow falling, but was turning to train as I snapped the pictures.

The snow was almost in the rain after a minute or so, but anything can change. I think I heard of a yellow warning for snow, I’ll look at Mr Google. Aha, they, well, the BBC, gave out Sleet Showers and a gentle breeze. Spot on for now!

I’m feeling a bit odd at the moment. Likely the bum-meeting-the-floor incident. Hahaha! Back to the food van’s shopping requirements, that should be arriving in about an hour, if the snow hasn’t blocked him in somewhere.

I got carried away with the CorelDrawing and missed him, well and truly. It was hours after his call time hen I realised, and beginning to get dark. Hahaha!

I went to the Iceland Foods site, and found that they could deliver in the morning! So I made an order up and posted it. I ordered some milk loaf bread, several packs of part-baked rolls and baguettes,  more wine for Jane & Pete, etc. Being delivery twixt 06:00 > 08:00hrs.

Got the nosh made earlier than usual, as the fatigue had come on so early today. While the nosh cooked, I rang dear Jenny, just to see how she was going, not heard from her for a while. I can report that Jen, Nora and Frank are all coping well, which cheered me up… I needed a little lift.

I Got the meal served up, got down in the recliner, put the TV on, and tucked into the chilli with a relish despite feeling so tired.

Boy, did I polish off that meal! Slurp!

I got the TV on and found that some old ‘Tales of the Unexpected’ were just starting that I wanted to view. Good old memory prompting the first one was too! I stayed awake for the entire fist half-hour one, but sadly, missed the rest of them. Waking up two hours later, just as the last episode was finishing. Makes yer sick, dunnit, when that happens!

I expected, my feeling so weary, that I’d nod back off to kip with no problem… But No! I lay there with rubbish spouting from the TV. I’d have turned it off if I could have found the remote control, I hope to find wherever it’s fallen, or I’ve dropped it, in the morning.

Anne Gyna kicked-off and kept me company, until I gave up trying to sleep, and rose up, defeated, for a wee-wee.

Ignotism Expert Inchcocks Diary – Friday 18th December 2020:

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Friday 18th December 2020

Maori: Paraire 18 o Tihema 2020

01:25hrs: I stirred into an ersatz form of semi-life, my not wanting to, with great reluctance… for not only did I need the Porcelain Throne, but I realised I’d only I been in the land of nod for about two hours!

How can I best describe my mood? Grumpy, irritable, disgruntled and somewhat discomposed!

As I untangled my still-tired, rather-prominent, gigantic, wobbly-bellied body from the chair, and rose up onto my poor uncut-toenailed and ulcered feet, to catch my balance; the need for the Throne, encouraged me to cut short the exercises. Hobbling to the wet room, I remembered I have the Iceland delivery coming, and the appointment with the Chiropodist today at 13:30hrs. (Which proved that the brain had kicked into gear earlier than it usually does, Hehe!)

I had livened up a smidge by the time I’d got settled on the Porcelain Throne. Just in time to be fully aware that the evacuation was going to be a struggle! Nothing was going to move of its own accord, as things usually do for me. After, and I’m not joking, about ten-minutes of crosswording, I decided I had no alternative, but to force things along…

From the first agony-ridden inner-push, it must have taken another ten-minutes before anything moved, well there was an initial movement of a very short few seconds duration. It was a matter of giving it some hammer, stopping to recover from the pain and effort, and repeating the process! When things finally restarted, I thought I might split myself in two, crikey was it giving me some stick, in slow motion!

Eventually, a thud and the pressure eased. Oh boy, that had to be one of the worst (most painful) this year! A few minutes, I just sat there, relieved that the removal had been achieved.

When I gingerly got up, the first thing, of course, was TPing. There was not much bleeding, which really surprised me. Harold’s poor old Haemorrhoids were battered and stinging like hell, though! I turned to flush the system, and I did so with no confidence that the dirty great dollop of the evacuated product had the slightest chance of being flushed away, it was gigantic!

To my amazement, everything cleared at the first single flushing? No doubt about it, Constipation Konrad was the easy winner of today’s DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle with Trotsky Terence, for domination.

I got cleaned up and treated Harolds piles to a wash and gently applied some Germoloid ointment. Ahh, that was good! Unfortunately, I dropped the tube and bent straight down to retrieve it, when I should have used the picker-upperer… The bruise on the shoulder triggered SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) off! Cragnanglingeckers! 

Now more awake and alert, I returned to get some clothes on, and I spotted last nights medication pot was still full. So I got them taken straight away with some spring water.

Then had a good swig of the damned foul-tasting Docusate Sodium medicine, hoping to avoid going through an evacuation like that again! I remembered to take in the stated minimum of 2 pints (1 ltr) of liquid with it.

I made a brew of Glengettie Gold afterwards. And eat about doing the Health Checks. The Chinese made, Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer gave a reading in the green again, at 36.8° c. Which happened I noticed when putting in the photos later, was the same as last Friday’s was!

The Sphygmomanometer, Chinese made, and sold by Boot’s, was well up on last Friday, at SYS 178 (158), DIA 84 (76) and the pulse was down at 72 (88). If the SYS stays high over the weekend, I’ll mention it to Nurse Hristina on Monday. That’s a point, will she be calling, cause it is near Christmas, I’ll check the result log for last week.

Ah, yes! I will not miss my beloved, admired, desired, Hristine, the Phlebotomy nurse. Her sweet smile (underneath the mask nowadays, of course), and caring attitude. ♥

I got on the internet, and began to sort out the Thursday updating, and…

I made a brew of Glengettie, had a bag of Frazzles, and got the morning medications taken. Then got the ablutions sorted out early while Mr Fries’ Liberty Global Virgin Internet was dead.

Well, with it being a stand-up session, too ear;y tp use the noisy shower, things went fine! No change of socks until later. A few dropsies, a few nicks shaving. Of course, the medicationing didn’t go painlessly, poor p;d Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Tsk! Other than these, it was an almost normal stand-up wash. The internet came back on (Phew!)

I was just making a start on the blog, and the Iceland man cometh. Looks like I’ve overdone it here?

Hey-ho! I’ve dec,… Hello, a carbuncle or furuncle coming up on the bum I think?

I got the things unpacked and stored away, the fridge and freezer are well stocked once again.

No pain now for fooder, well, garden peas and vinegar maybe. I can see if the mobile shop has any in later on.

I got the minced beef in the crock-pot to cook slowly, then I can add it to the chilli for my dinner this evening, or afternoon, or whenever I get the time and inclination.

When I first put the nice red meat in the pot, it looked delicious.

While putting a few bits away, I nipped back to check on the so-called minced beef. What a colour it had turned to!?!?!

I left it cooking with crossed fingers – not that there were any crossed fingers in the pan like. Hahaha!

I actually got to type some words on the block at long last! Updated some photos, did some comment answering, and sent off the email link I’d forgot to do.

Rechecked on the mince. I had a taste and made some more gravy and added it. I’m now getting a red colour, but only in the juice. This is confusing. Not that I was bothered, it either comes out alright or not. Now I’m getting into the accepting mode again?

I made another brew, Thompsons Punjana this time, and used the milk that had just been delivered. Do you see the size of the bottle? I felt sure I had only ordered a small one.

I uploaded some photos and made a start on this post again. Stopped, and went on Facebooking. Pinterested a snap or two, and back to doing this blog.

The wee-weeing situation was little, and often, there’s not enough bandwidth to keep mentioning them. Humph!

I checked on the Google Calendar to make sure of the foot appointment time.

Herbert joined in with the workers’ chorus for a while. Between them, they actually produced some passable music-like noise, highly commendable. With the drilling being the bass guitars, and Herberts whatever he was using, being the drummer, bass drummer and clanger. When Herbert stopped his tap-tapping, knocking and banging, the noise lost its musicality and became just a ring to put up with. Nice on Herbert!

I persisted with the blogging, took the morning medications. (Well remembered there Inchcock! Hehe!)

The lack of vinegar and tomatoes for Inchies Chilli-Con-Carni creation, dish, bugged me, and then I realised the mobile shop was coming today. I shut down the computer to let in cool, got the three-wheeler trolley walker, filled the box with the small waste bags, and took them to the waste chute.

Got the handwashing done, just two pairs of diabetic bamboo socks. I then got the feet washed, even though I did them earlier, it’s not fair on the toe-cutter; thus, I eliminated any pongs she may otherwise have had to put up with. (Oh, I am a good boy!)

I fought my way out with the trolley-guide, (I can’t understand how I struggled so much, presumably a few mini-dizzies?) I got the bags down the chute.

Then, had a proper performance in getting a lift down to the ground floor. When I did get in the cage, it stopped on the 9th, 7th, 6th and 4th floors, the people waiting at the first three waved me to carry on, not wishing to share the lift, which was fair enough. On the 4th, a chap got in and was telling me that he too had the same problem getting the elevator to stop at his floor, and it took him over twenty-minutes to get this one to stop for him. I felt an affinity with him, Haha!

Down and outside, only a couple of folks waiting for the mobile shop. Angela, who I have missed seeing and talking to, and Josie joined us later. While Angie was being served at the van, her walker guide blew away in the wind, across the road and hit a car parked on the opposite side of the road! I hobbled over with my trolley and retrieved it. I could not see any marks or scratches on the vehicle. Pete, the mobile shop owner, came and collected Angie’s trolley from me for her. Never a dull moment at Windwood Heights! Hehehe!

I got some small apple pies, a bottle of vinegar, he didn’t have any garden peas, and two tomatoes. Not cheap mind, but he has to make a profit. He was selling cars before, but the virus put an end to that. So he got the van and fitted it out, and visits two days, Tuesday and Fridays at the flats for us.

A bit of fame in this photo, for Angie’s husband, Roy. The photo appeared in, of all papers, the Daily Telegraph. That’s Roy at the mobile Shop being served!

Back up to the flat, checked the minced beef. Had a nibble, and it was alright. So I transferred the pot’s contents to the large saucepan on the hob and got the oven warming for later after the toenails had been done, and I can get the part-baked rolls in it.

Got some treats in the trolley, and set off to the Hairdressing Salon. It took me even longer to get a lift down this time! But worserer than that, it was belting down with rain! I was well soaked through, the trolley had rain ibn the bag as did the carriers… miserable feeling!

I sat on the settee in the lobby of Winwood Court, as I was a little early arriving. It took me a while to get down, the settee is far too low for us old folks. Got the crossword book out, but it had got sprinkled with the rainwater, not that it mattered much because I’d forgotten to take a pen with me. Humph!

A minute later, a young lady came out to me, asking if I needed the nail cutting, and she could do me now. The battle to get back up again out of the low settee, took me a while.

After getting all of my details as I sanitised my hands, I was led by Sarah, to a large black swivel chair, with a footstool with extra padding on it. Then warned that the chair was not stable and might move. We chatted all through the few minutes cutting of the nails. Which was super-nice!

They arranged for another visit and booked it for 12th February for another nail-cutting job. A card was given to me, but with me wearing different clothes, I feared I may forget about the cards and putting the date in my calendar.

I thanked the ladies, paid the £25, and as I was leaving the salon, I realised that this was the first time I’d been in any hairdressers for over fifty years! No need to, with no hair on the head, Hahaha!

I dropped the bag off and sat hoping for the rain to ease off, before the walk back to the flats. Deana appeared, and asked me why I was sat there, was I waiting to see her? Told her I was waiting for the rain to ease off, so I didn’t get soaked again. Julie kindly walked with me through the closed walk-through passage and opened the end door for me into Woodthorpe Court, bless her.

Not only did the walk back (green), compared to the walk there (yellow) take less time and distance, but it saved me from another soaking.

My only aim when I got in, was getting the Chilli-Con-Carne done and scoffing it! Put the rolls in the ready-heated oven, and warmed the saucepan. Ten minutes later, I was serving up the feast!

The meal tasted great! Somehow through my faffing about with the seasonings, it came out better than I ever hoped. I wallowed in eating it, masticating slowly to appreciate the flavour. 9/10 for this one!

As I was doing the pot cleaning, one of the infamous sudden bouts of WTC (weariness, tiredness and complete lack of concentration) dawned on me. That was then of my doing or even thinking about anything else, bar sleep!

Stripped and into the jammie bottoms. Plonked onto the recliner, turned the TV on, fell asleep within minutes (Mind you, I needed it aster last nights pathetic two-hour kip), this time it went betterer, I got three hours unbroken rest, before waking in urgent need of the Porcelain Throne.

Hey-Ho!

Inchcock Today. Sun 13 Dec 20: The Nottingham Amnesiac

♥ A TFZers posh Hoedown! ♥

Hahaha!

Sunday 13th December 2020

Afrikaans: Sondag 13 Desember 2020

01:30hrs: I woke gently this morning for once. I lay in the same distorted, wonky position I woke-up in and pondered: will I be up to making the meal for Josie? ‘Yes, I feel better than last night!’ Aha, a positive answer to myself! That was a good start! 

Then, of course, the negative prospective-aspects of what perhaps lies ahead came to mind. (It’s my lack of confidence, and track record of Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas, that take over the mind, you know!) I mentally planned my tactics, of how best to tackle getting the elephantine body on its feet!

As I moved my mass of a blubbering, over-stomached body into a position ready for clambering out of the recliner, I became aware that I may just have been doing some nocturnal-nibbling? The nuts fell out of the folds of my dangling, over-proportioned midriff! Guilty-Mode-Adopted!

 I was most delighted with my success in rising to my feet, with a certain positiveness and lack of accifauxpas or injury. An inner smile began, I should have been warned when this happens! I rose and supported a dollop of fat, that was my torso, as I caught my balance… at that moment, the need for a wee-wee arose, so without doing the one-minute balancing exercise as I usually do, I made for the nearby NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket).

The swivel chairs metal legs were attacked my left foots big toe – Yes, a Toe-Stubbing!  But not a common or garden one this time, oh, no! Because I can’t get my toe-nails cut, the toe actually stuck my the mail, in the chair leg corner where the metal joins with the plastic! I now have an artistically bent big toenail. It was a bit of a farce, but I got it freed, by then I’d got SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), CCP (Cartilage Cathy’s Patella), and BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) all kicking off, due to the bending I’d done! I’ll see if I can get a decent photo of the toe later when I do the ablutions!

Getting sorted and to the bucket so late, I was caught out by the PMD Pre Micturition Dribble, then the actual wee-wee was so long in ending, I had the AMD After Micturitional Dribble to contend with! I had to hobble to the wet room, wash, change into new PPs, and hope the deodorant I used worked! This was not a good start to the day!

I got the kettle on and did the Health Checks. The Harpin Xian Di Thermometer, gave a good body temperature out, a decent again, same for the third day on the trot, in the green, 36.7°c. Well, at least one things gone right up to now. Hahaha!

The Boot’s Sphygmomanometer then showed up with slightly better readings than yesterday. SYS at 159. SIA 81, and the pulse had gone down to 84. Blimey, two things have gone, alright! It’s worrying this is, you know. I’m bound to pay for it!

I got the computer on and cracked away at updating the Saturday blog. Which took far longer than it should have, due to the presence of Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, SSS and now they have been joined by Colin Cramps. (A rarity during the morning, he usually and regularly has a bash at me in the evenings?) Things seemed to be getting back to the normal, now – Harrassfull and Annoyingly bothersome!

Not that it bothers me, of course. I’m used to such calamities, pain, failures, embarrassments and the like. I never sulk or feel sorry for myself. Oh, no!

03:45hrs: Finally, after around two-and-a-half hours, so many wee-wees I couldn’t guess at how many, corrections made on the blog, and now, Anne Gyna has joined in with the other ailments, the stomach rumbling and grumbling, that promises a battle against the pain and possibly a victory for Trotsky Terence today, when (if), I do get to the porcelain throne, I got the updating finished!  Bit of a mouthful there, sorry!

I posted it off to WordPress. Pinterested a couple of photos, and sent off the Email link. Then caught up on Facebooking. Made a brew of Glengettie, and took the medications, and made up the evening dosages. And made a start on this blog.

The weak wee-weeing was worse than yesterday, and it was time to empty the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). Let’s take it as such, I’ll try not to mention them again.

After a few hours at it, I was beginning to feel cold, so I bravely tackled the… wait for it… the SOCK GLIDE, to get some diabetic-hosiery on to keep me warmer, using the green-beast for the first time in months!

So long had passed since my last being injured with the glide, that I had foolishly part-forgot about why I stopped using the near-human android-like damned thing. Not only is it dangerous, but to me, it’s a simulacrum, almost alive, and vindictive! The lurking adiaphorous nature of it! I swear I saw it smile when it trapped my finger this morning! Of course, this could be due to my losing control of myself, en route to my eventual complete insanity? Maybe also my powers of reasoning, comprehension, logicality and lucidness? Or summat else.

I thought that my tackling this previously blood-letting, bruise-giving, subungual hematoma causing, finger-trapping, vicious green-coloured sock glide, without a helmet, goggles or any leather gloves on, was a heroic thing to do. Mind you, I don’t have any helmet, goggles or leather gloves!

I bravely gritted my teeth and got the first sock on the gripper – as instructed, I then sat down on the bog, and pulled up the frame, causing pain once again. In fact, it caused BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) to kick-off! I got the job completed, the got the second sock, had to stand up again to get the wear in the gripper… it didn’t go too well!

Not too much blood loss, I expect the bruising will no doubt go down again soon. I got back down, and pulled the sock and frame up and on the leg, getting the gripper to release this time, did cause a bit more bleeding than the first time, from the same gash in my finger. I also dropped the damned glide, it didn’t hurt my already stubbed-this-morning toe that it landed on, too much.

Alright, it hurt like buggery! The finger is still stinging, and the poor stubbed and crushed toe, will never be the same again! Hargledunks!

Taking this photo with the socks on, makes the leg look almost normal, dunnit? Hehehe!

No papules, subungual hematoma, Clopidogrel Clive lumps, the deep vein thrombosis growths, and the ankle ulcer is hidden from view! Only the spider veins and Cartilage Cathy’s affected patella show signs of anything abnormal. Mind you, under the lovely warm sock, it’s a terrible sight! Hahaha!

But I fear not the thought of taking the socks off later, it’ll be a piece of cake for me. (Who am I kidding!) To be honest, after the sock-glide grapple, I felt exhausted. I got the finger ointmentated and took an extra Codeine. The toe can wait until I do the ablutions, there is no way I’m taking off the socks before then. There wouldn’t be a need if I could find what I’ve done with my slippers!

I stopped to make another brew and went on the WordPress Reader section. Some brekkers methinks, pot noodle will do, and another Glengettie brew.

Then, the ablutions had to be tackled. Much later than usual, so I could get caught up with the blogging, before getting Josies’ cheesy potato meal ready. Off to the wet room.

Gordon Bennett! What a good stand-up session that was!

The teeth cleaning was painless, only one dropsy! The shaving, went fair enough, a good few dropsies, but no bother now I keep the short picker-upperer in the wet room! The rear-end cleaning got a complaint from BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) as I twisted to reach certain areas. Only the medicationalisationing was below par. Poor old Harold’s Haemorrhoids suffered worst. Cartilage Cathy’s patella was a close second, and throughout the morning, I’ve been having Colin Cramps visit the left-hand fingers and hand, just as yesterday, but a tad more severe. So I dolloped plenty of the Phorpain gel on things and rubbed it well in. It didn’t make a blind bit of difference, of course. Cribblebogangonies! 

I was a tad concerned over no movement from the rear end yet, Porcelain-Throne-wise? Mmm!

Oh, I found this photo on the card later, it looks like the belt on the trews? I can’t remember taking it, or why if I did.

I got the hand-washing done, wrung and hung on the hangers to drip-dry above the sink. I made a bit of a mess that called for the floor and sink to be dried up as well. Hump and Thunderglobberisations! 

I then turned my attention’s to tackling getting the Sunday cheesy-potato lunch made for neighbour Josie. And got it ready just in time to be delivered on time, at midday! (I felt a bit proud of ding that! Mind you, there was one heck of a mess to be cleaned up afterwards.

Go the facemask on, and delivered it to her door. I’d forgotten to take the camera with me again, and nipped back to fetch it.

When I got to the door, Josie had opened the door and let me take a picture of her holding the meal tray. She beat a hasty retreat because she was on the phone with her sister at the time. Which is a shame, because she’s not going to get her meal while it’s hot. But no complaints from me. The gal forgets things, like me making her a meal every Sunday and delivering it as near to 12 o’clock as I can. However, I am just as bad at forgetting things, so do not get all het-up about it. Hehehe! I hope she can finish her phone call, while it is still eatable, and doesn’t have to reheat it.

I got back and did the cleaning up from the cooking, and got myself back on the computer.

I found some updated details of the UK figures, on the BBC News site. A bit scary, to see that 21,502 new cases were recorded yesterday! Oh, dear!

I had a search for the Nottingham figures.

I saw this article about the ‘Freedom Rally’ in Nottingham. With so many people working hard to help victims, I find this amazing!

I got the nosh started, and served up.

Beef pasties, tomatoes, Marmite cheese, garden peas, red grapes, and potatoes. A lemon curd yoghourt to follow. I consumed it all slowly. I even had a bag of Frazzles and some nut afterwards!

I had hoped to watch the Peter Sellers ‘The Pink Panther Strikes Again’, and indeed did stay awake for about ten minutes or so, and nodded off at the first commercial break. I woke several times, but only for a minute or so, and drifted off again. I woke up with a start as the end credits were rolling, with the guts in turmoil!

I feared that with me not utilising the Porcelain Throne today, a storm was brewing, of mammoth-proportions from within. I lay waiting for signs of any movement indicative of needing the Throne, that may be in the offing. Despite all the churning and, macerating, noting moved. Which meant I lay there waiting for an eruption than never came. Tsk!

Ah well, no problem, eventually I nodded off once more.

Inchcock, the Silly-Shilly-Shallier. Sunday 6th December 2020

TFZer Keith solves his accommodation problem. Hehe!

I hope the Harold Shipman-admiring apothecarist will be investigated when I snuff-it? Hehe! (Details below, dang, dang, dang… Dang!)

Sunday 6th December 2020

Dutch: Zondag 6 December 2020

01:15hrs: I stirred, shuffled, and a blasting emission from the read end that set Harolds Haemorrhoids stinging convinced me to escape out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner. I caught my balance and limped to the wet room and the awaiting the Porcelain Throne.

But regrettably, things didn’t go well at all in there this morning! I was in plenty of time and seated my rhinoceros but wobbly -shaped body down, and in anticipation of a long session, like yesterday’s, I grabbed the crossword book, like yesterday. I wasn’t disappointed!

Trotsky Terence was again thrashed by Constipation Konrad in the PTDDS (Porcelain Throne Daily Domination Stakes). The pain grew worse as things kept starting and stopping mid-stream several times. When the evacuation finally and blissfully stopped, there lied a rock-solid light grey torpedo, steaming and proudly ticking-up out of the water, fin end up! Gawd, what a relief! How in hell, that monster was cleared with one flush, I’ll never know?

I washed and cleaned up, ointmentated the delicate regions, and as I was leaving, I spotted the mildew killer that I’d sprayed on the bad spots of the floor yesterday. It looked to me like by forgetting to go back and rinse it away, I may end up with the floor looking worse than if I’d not meddled with it in the first place. (My life has been a little like that, not to mention the errors, bad choices, and… I’d better stop, there are too many woebegone, voodooed, hapless, Jonah-like and ill-fated things to mention. Haha!)

I got the Health Checks done, Sys still high.

And the body temperature was once again very fair indeed!

I got the new packs of medications out of the prescription bag, putting them with the Enoxaparin and yellow-dirty bin on the fairer, and made a brew of Glengettie.

I took a moody shot of the view from the unwanted, disliked, impossible to get cleaned, kitchen windows. I tried to get the Christmas light in it, and the street lights that gave me the impression, that I’d soon see the Three-Wise-Men coming into view. Hahaha!

  Unbelievable!

Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, were playing with me again. I cannot win with them! Fair enough, they were kind enough to deliver this month’s prescriptions and sent a beautiful young lady to deliver them… but they never fail to take the piss, short deliver, send the wrong amount of medications etc. but this time…

They sent to packs of pods, without any seals of them! When I opened the first one, without my realising, (they are always transparent)

The pills and capsule bounded, shot and flew out all over the place! Some ending up on the floor, I found others on the recliner, others on the floor! Two in the hallway, two in waste bin! I ended up painfully bending on my knees to gather up as many as I could, but there were and still are five absentees that escaped and hid somewhere they are not to be found!

Getting back up, I hit my shoulder on the doorframe as I pulled myself up, and now the previously today, well-tempered SSS (Shuddering Shoulder Shirley) is giving me some mild agony! Flibblegonknackles! 

  Glunglegnatsworth Then, I had the impossible task of sorting the tablets out to get back in the pods!  I had to end up guessing which was which, and some of the escapees were never found. The photo here is one of each of the three medications, you can see how hard it is to identify them. Glunglegnatsworthy!

I ended up having to use the old pods from when I made my own up, but it wasn’t easy. I dropped a few tablets with the shaking right hand (Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters) and even more were lost, or rather couldn’t be found. So through no fault of my own, I’m going to be short of medications again!  That is if I don’t kill myself first by taking the wrong medications?. Granglesknackersbuggerit! 

I lost hours, thank you to, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Tel: 0115 9605453.

I’ve no confidence in my having got any of the medication pots right. Gumph!

At long last, I get on the computer to update yesterday’s blog. A mixture of anger, hatred, frustration and fear slowed me up, oh, and Nicodemus didn’t help.

A second-summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. With a sort of panicky-dread, I got the wetroom and found that exactly (almost) the same type of evacuation was suffered, as the first one! But the whole thing was over so much quicker this time.

I was getting a smidge depressed now, I could still not believe what the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the pub and Lidls had done to me! Concentration and coping with SSS was getting me down.

I decided to get some belated breakfast. I pot noodle with added gravy, and the last three slices of bread thins. Nae matter, I’ve got some part-baked baguettes to use. I must get a food order done later on.

I’d try Morrisons, but am not prepared to take their substitutes, the smaller Protection Pants they subbed, could have been returned I suppose, but would the driver wait for me to try a pair on, the accept them back having opened the pack? I think not. I dare not risk getting AAA batteries in place of toothpaste again! It’ll have to be Sainsbury’s then. They are not any better substitutors, though. Instead of bread, they subbed pikelets last time! My own thoughts are winding me up now! Skullclogglebonks!

Time to get Josie’s meal cooked and served soon, I’d better get the ablutions sorted. The session went well. Too well, it was worrying, in fact. A grand total of only seven dropsies (Oh, Yes!), no, I say NO shaving cuts, no dizzies, no knocking anything over, toe-stubbing or walking into anything! Just when I was feeling down and sorry for myself (Thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA), this happens, and I bounce down to depression Defcon Three! Hahaha! One thing though, as I anticipated, mt leaving the scourer on the floor overnight, has made it look worse than ever now. Tsk! Always summat int there?

I got the handwashing sone, rung and hung. Almost forgot about Josie’s nosh, guilt-mode adopted!

I pressed on keeping my eye on the clock. No much coking in this feast for the gal, fresh tomatoes, last of the pickled eggs, cooked beetroot, Mackerel in BBQ sauce, and my world-famous cheesy potatoes… well, Josie, Jane and Pete like them?

A few minutes before midday, at the time the Madam likes her Chef to deliver the Sunday meal, I arrived at Josie’s front door and rang the bells (well, I thought it was a good idea, yer, see). I handed Josie the tray of fodder, with the Rum & Coke drinky, and Limoncello dessert. We had a short natter, and I took this photographicalisation of Josie and her tray. The gal seemed happy enough with it, bless her.

I set to washing up the cooking pots and pans. During which, I knocked a measuring jug and funnel off of the draining board. I thought it rather funny, finding a missing potatoes letter from yesterdays Accifauxpas when I got down to retrieve the jug. The letter Y, why I asked myself. Hehehe!

  Then, reaching down near the cooker for the funnel, I came across a diamond-hard pea! So long since I had any fresh garden peas? Giggle! Shows there is hope for maybe finding some of the missing tablets, yet?

Took the photo of the end car park at the side of the flats. Oddly, all the vehicles in view were either red or black. The Mafia, and the FBI, came to mind?

Note the new Balcony pods? Well, they are not new now, are they?

Back on the updating of this blog. Hours flashed by, as did the getting my head down, thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Tel: 0115 9605453.

For some reason, possibly Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Tel: 0115 9605453, I was not really hungry now. Humph! But this soon changed after Roger Reflux started working, and had rid itself of a symphony of wind. So, I got on with the Chilli Con Carne and meatball nosh.

I soon had it digested. Tasty enough too. A Flavour-Rating of 7.5/10.

Then took the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, collated, dispensed, and inspired, “Risk-Yer-Life’, ‘Take Pot-Luck’, ‘Cross Yer Fingers’, medications.

Got down to get some kip, which arrived quickly, but did not last long. I woke up at midnight, sickenly with a jolt, that put a ban and the mockers, on getting back to sleep. Humph!

Inchcockum – Monday 12th October 2020: A hectic day, ending in a widdendream!

TFZer Gals at the Cool-It-Cabin

Monday 12th October 2020

Swahili: Jumatatu 13 Oktoba 2020

01:30hrs: I woke to find myself wriggling about, and in need of both a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne. Getting there in time was going to be a challenge! I extracted my oleaginous, ponderosity, of an over-flabby-stomached body, wrenched it from the c1968 recliner, and with a high degree of gaucheness, stumbled and blustered my way, knocking my right shoulder on the door frame en route to the WC room.

No hesitating this morning, I plonked the body-mass down on the Throne… the tinkling wee-wee burst forth and was one of the longest I’ve had in years. The wee-wee, with both PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribble), AMD (After-Micturition-Dribble), was eventually finished.

But no movement from the rear-end, I’m afraid. Which was a great disappointment, I thought things were steadily improving in this department with the Dioctyl stool-softeners I’ve been taking since Friday, but no! Back to Constipation Konrad’s control again. Rock-Hard, and back to the agonalistcalisationing also! Argh! And waiting for the movement to start, well at least it let me have time to have a go at the crosswords.

I had a think-back, ‘Did I take last night’s capsules?’ I wasn’t 100% sure but thought I had. I’m dithering again! An incompetent memory can be an annoying bind at times! Pickleglobknobs!

Washed and disinfected, and got to the kitchenette. And decided before any kettle putting on, Health Checks or medicationalisationing, I’d have another go at taking a decent picture, of the morning view. Si, I did. Not too bad, I suppose.

The Boot’s BP sphygmomanometer results showed that the SYS had shot back up again. Humph! I can’t understand this; maybe the different medications are affecting these figures? Hey-Ho! At least the DIA and Pulse levels were okay.

I got the stick thermometer, remembering it played up yesterday morning, I took care as I monitored the level underneath the armpit this time. The outcome was a reading of either 33.1° or 33.7°c. Too low by far, but it’s been lower this last week.

I tried a blind shot, down from the kitchen window onto Chestnut Walk, not too bad.

I took the medications, and got on the computer, and did a Thought Graphic and PAge top one first, then made up the template. As I was doing this…

Mr Fries pathetic, useless, ever-increasing the prices Liberty-Global internet, went down several times throughout the day, but only for short periods, varying twixt a few seconds and two minutes or so. Bramflacklemshittums! to the philargyristic, sod-the-service-indoctrinated Liberty-Global! Grrr!

I came across a chart and details of the World-Wide ‘Hum’ sufferers. Got this graph, just for a little extra interest, I don’t like to bore my readers, you, either of them. Hehehe! Did you notice that Nottingham has got more than anywhere else? Humph!

I got started on updating the diary for Sunday, not a lot left to do, so it didn’t take very long this time. Mostly, thanks to Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters, Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna, Saccades Sandra, and even SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), all being so kind to me. Temporary-Smug-Mode Engaged!

I sent off the blog, emailed the link and did some Facebooking catch-up.

Then made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, and took the next Dioctyl capsule, then I made up a sachet of Macrogol with spring water, and gulped it down. I  don’t want to risk another rock-hard session on the Throne. I can feel that Harold’s Haemorrhoids are still bleeding as I’m typing this, thank heavens I invested in the PPs! I then replied to some comments and went on the WordPress reader. Off to the wetroom, to clean and medicate things in need, and change into some new PPs.

I’m so glad I ordered the Hubbard’s Chilli-Con-Carne, now I’ve tried it, albeit a little contaminated with the garden peas and potatoes. Fantastic taste, not too strong for me, I’d hoped it would help in passing on the Throne, but it didn’t do any good today. Then again, as I mentioned the meal was weakened by my adding the peas, so next time, I’ll have it neat, so’s to speak. Fish and Surami sticks, potatoes, tomatoes and a pickled egg for tonight for me… well, that’s the plan.

I’m concerned about fetching the Antibiotics from the chemist with how I’m feeling, the dizzies and a touch of a cold methinks, but it has to be done, I suppose. Time to get the ablutions done now, so off to the wet room (Well it makes sense, that’s where the shower is, Hahaha!)

Well, well, well, and my, oh my, oh my; that was without question, one of the best ablution session ever! (Since coming home from the stroke unit!) A toothache-free cleaning the teggies! Wait for this one… No cuts or nicks shaving! Not one! (Head sways cockily, and Smug-Mode-Grade-One-adopted!) Fair enough, the regular dropsies were a few more than usual, though, that’s due to Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters.

The showering produced only one clout against the grab bar. The drying off, nothing was scattered or knocked off of anything! The other pleasant surprise, was the ankle ulcer looked like it was easing off a tad! This is all foreign to me, good luck. It worries me!

Here are a few photographs of the Escape to the Pharmacist, I’m going to make a stand-alone photographicalisational post about it, if I can get it done tonight, I’ll post it early. 

When I collected the MacroBid® 100mg from the chemists, I called in the Lidl store to get some bread thins, to go in the freezer, so I don’t run out as easily this month; when Sainsbury’s and Iceland fail to deliver any. Naturally, I bought no-end of stuff. Shower gels (2), bin liners (2), Seafood sticks, Disposable razors, Mini Weiners, San Marzano tomatoes, and Brown and white bread thins (3). I also got a Sourdough Boule, that was for Jenny, by way of a thank you for her caring.

I paid and departed to the bus stop, and promptly got on the wrong bus! Got off, and caught the right bus. Then realised it was not the wrong bus and would have taken me to Sherwood as well, anyway.

I descended in Sherwood, just in time to miss the 40 bus back up to the flats! Gringleglops! So had a long wait in the bus shelter to contend with.

Arriving back at the flats, I nearly fell off of the bus, it was a close call, but no harm done apart from embarrassment of course. Well, I hit my elbow, Tsk! Hobbled along to Woodthorpe Court, and took this picture of the block front, had a dizzy turn with looking upwards. There’s no winning is there!  

On the walk come wobble to the chemist earlier, you’ll see in the ‘Inchcock’s Escape No6, to the Pharmacy’ blog, I had to go on the roadway to get by vehicles, with the trolley, several times. And was not pleased to see this van parked on the pavement, leaving me with the thick wet grass, or the road to use to get by to the foyer. The lads apologised for the blockage, and that was alright, but parking is as you read, a problem at Winwood Heights for everyone. The team had a lot of furniture to load up, and the men had no choice of where to park up.

I got inside, and called at Jenny’s, to drop off the sourdough boule. Jenny appeared as I was closing the flat lobby door, but I couldn’t hear what the gal said, so told her I’d seen them taking the loaf out of the oven, and knowing she loved sourdough, couldn’t resist getting it for her. I’m not sure if she heard me or not. Old age, eh? Hahaha!

Getting the elevator up, took me a while. When I got in the flat, I was greeted by some almost musical loud ♫Clunks, thuds, and much tap-tapping♫ for a while from dead-above. Fancy that!

I got the purchases stored away, and then it dawned on me… I’ve got an Iceland order coming in the morning! Just what’s the matter with my terrible memory lately, confuses me. Probably a side-effect of ageing, or I’m going bonkers?

This thought carried over, to when I got the new capsules out, and I had a read of the instructions. Well, that should be easy enough to remember. They are Nitrofurantoin (the active substance in MacroBID) is an antibiotic. It is used to prevent and treat infections of the bladder, kidney and other parts of the urinary tract.

With the docusate sodium (Stool-Softener), is four a day on the prescription form. These are to be taken with ‘lots’ of water. The Macrobid is to be taken only with, or immediately after eating food. All very confusionalistic to me. (Then again, this comes easily to me nowadays!) Humph!

I took a docusate sodium capsule and got the dosages made up for tonight all, ready, in case I should fall asleep. With having some medications in the pill-pods and some loose, and the medicine (Peptac, so nowt to worry about there, cause it’s so weak and ineffective!) It’s to be expected that Duodenal Donald is always feasting on giving me pain, with this nugatory, Peptac being the only thing to counter him! Mind you, come to think of it, I reckon one of the other tablets is supposed to work on him, erm… Ramipril? No, that’s for the blood pressure. (I’m looking these up as I go along, Tsk!) Codeine Phosphate, no, just a pain killer. Bisoprolol that might be it… Oh, no, that’s a beta-blocker. Atorvastatin, nope that’s used to lower cholesterol. It’s got to be this one then, Lansoprazole: Ah; This is it, it’s for Reflux Roger and Gastroesophageal-reflux-disease (GORD). Lansoprazole is also taken to prevent and treat stomach ulcers. It makes me feel and sound so smart when I use Google, Hahaha!

And, I have to remember the Phorpain gel (Arthur Itis, and Colin Cramps) three-times a day, the Corticosteroid for the ankle ulcer and Clotrimazole, for Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. And the ever-changing dosages of Warfarin, it’s no wonder I get confused. Oh, and the Emollient cream, all over after showering. And of course, the precious Germoloid cream and ointment for Harold’s Haemorrhoids. I can get Anusol cream from the doctor on prescription, but it is not very useful, compared to the Germoloid.

It gets even worse, when every month, the podded medications from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, who’s Pharmacist does the packaging leaving static electricity in them every time, and many tablets jump into other pods. Which is problematical, when in them are Codeine 60g and the Beta Blockers that are the same size, and I have no idea which is which. Or, as happened last Friday, you gently puncture the pod cover, and the tablets shoot out all over the place, many never to be seen again!

By gum, life is interesting when yer gerrin’ on a bit! It would help if the memory weren’t deteriorating so fast, and Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters weren’t dying off! Hey-ho! A little moan now and then does help, I think.

Where was I? Oh, yes! I got the SD card in and uploaded the photograph to CorelDraw, then resized them, and doctored the Macrobid one, with a couple of the capsules, I was quite pleased with that one. I got on with updating this blog.

The doorbells chimed out Dusty Springfield’s tune; ♫I only want to be with you!♫. It was Josie returning yesterday’s diner plate, tray and things. We had a chinwag and a bit of a laugh for once. I enjoyed that!

Then I turned my hand to creating the blog of the trip out, I intend to call it; ‘Inchcock’s Escape No6, to the Pharmacy’. Oh, I may have mentioned that a few times already, sorry. I’ll be back when it’s all done, TTFNski.

Got it done and posted off. Put some snaps on Pinterest, and emailed the link. Then went on Facebooking. I carried out a search for the latest Nottingham Coronavirus details; it was not good!

I came across this horrific item, below! Where did those Nottingham Police Officers come from? I’ve only seen one of them in town on my last six visits!

Is it any wonder, with so few police officers on the streets of Nottingham? And to think, I have passed this very spot, on all of my Escapes to Town, many times. With everyone being around the same time of this stabbing. I’ve even taken photographs of the exact entrance! I am less inclined to go to town anymore.

Extremely late now, hours past my usual head-down time, and I’ve got to prepare the meal yet, Tsk! But, for some reason, they were well in date, the Surami sticks had to be thrown away, they tasted so, off!  I ate the rest of the plate of fodder though; it was alright without the fish thingamabobs. Still got a 7/10 taste rating. The tomatoes and potato cakes were most enjoyable. I’m hoping the taste buds are not losing it, that’s a possible sign of Coronvirus I think.

Put the pots in soak, and I got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unstable, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, rickety, rachitic, recliner.

Then I had to suffer a Thought-Storm that lasted for yonks, made no sense to me, and wore me out mentally. Tsk! Nonesensical hogwash, gibberish, balderdash, drivel and bilge filled my head. I was havig my own verbal psychological pandemic.

I had to get up to have a wee-wee, and when I got doen again, could I remember anything specific from the tormenting hogwash of fears, thoughts and concerns that had been niggling away at me, minutes earlier? No!

Inchcock Today: Sun 12 Apr 2020: Sister Jane, called me a poindexter today. I’ll look it up later. Hehe!

April 12

I don’t read newspapers, or watch the news so often nowadays!

2020 ttttApr12

Sunday 12th April 2020

Basque: 2020ko Apirilaren 12a, Igandea

000 April 12

GM 128.0.10005:25hrs: It took me that long to get to sleep, I slept through to 0525hrs, I can’t recall any dreaming though. But waking up didn’t seem like a reasonable idea at the time.

I’ll tell you why. As I manipulated my overly sized body mass, to jiggle a bit, to work out which ailments were active this morning;

WDP 1LdWD 150.0.100 First thing as I hedged my bulk to the right. The Pillow-Shaker Fire Alarm activated. Naturally, this diverted my disease, injuries, and bodily-scars, seeking plans, as I fumbled to get my hearing aids in, grabbed the walking stick, and with ears peeled, I went to investigate the reason. A sort of delayed realisation came to me, and a semi-panic took a hold.

  • WD 150.0.100 My apartment fire alarm was not going off, so I assumed it was the main one, which I have to open the front door so I can hear it. I did the usual touching the door handle with the back of my hand to see if it was hot. (I was pretty pleased with myself for remembering to use the left hand, in case Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters that fail on the right side of my body were on strike, [I became Smug-and-Satisfied temporarily]) Had the nerve-ends gone into failed-mode, they would nit informed the brain, and I just might have opened the door to be greeted by a wall of flame or black smoke in the mush. But no sounds heard, so I went to check out of the kitchen window to see if the fire brigade were on site.
  • WD 150.0.100 Not an easy job, with these new thick-framed, view-blocking, rain letting-in windows. The wide window ledges that stick out far too long, mean I have to stand on the stepladder to see the view below! (I bet this isn’t mentioned in the Nottingham City Homes advertising or commercial bumf anywhere!)
  • wd 150.0.100A WD 150.0.100 I had to go through to get the stepladders from the junk room and managed, with no difficulty gave myself a cracking, whinge-making toe-stubbing against the ladders as I tried to carry them and the stick back to the kitchen!
  • wd 150.0.100A I opened the dangerous unwanted, unliked, fear-giving window, and as I climbed up to take a look outside, I hit my Arthur Itis-ridden knee against the corner of the ladder platform. (I think I might have said something like ‘Oh bother!’ at the time) It took me several injuries, and a lot of time, before I found out, there are no fire engines anywhere.
  • WD 150.0.100 I gingerly alighted the stepladder. Ad sense, logicality and obviousness came over me (A rarity indeed!) I asked myself, “Why the %☺@$ hell didn’t you just go on the balcony to look? I had many answers to this self-imposed question, but none of them was realistic, believable, or sensible! My confidence, never high at the best of times, sank a little more.

I took the stepladder back. It’s hard work carrying that with the stick, a bruised toe, and a very-most painful patella; I can tell yer! As I went, I maundered on at myself and realised things were not going get any better, my EQ told me. I was mentally preparing for some type of zemblanity, disaster, or general disappointment.

Having aboulomania, pathological-indecisiveness, a lack of confidence, and inability to do anything about this makes life difficult at times. The bad memory, insomnolence, and Stuttering Stephanie don’t help much. Hello, I’m wavering toward self-pity again! Come on Inchie, buck yourself up, take it like a man… well, imitation man, at least!

I got the area around the £300 second-hand, c1968, sickeningly beige-coloured, not working recliner cleared up! I could not see any signs of nocturnal nibbling, but things were not in their usual places or positions, and slow but sure, the various ailments started kicking off as I tided up a bit. Fluid-Retention Robert had filled the legs a bit more. Blotchy Belinda has visited the groin area. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding, and the blood had dried (I’m not looking forward to the medicating at all!). Clopidogrel Clive had removed no end of his spots and odd marks overnight? Reflux Roger and Hard-Breathing Boris were giving me some gip! Toothache Terence was back. And now, Colin cramps has just started on the hands and fingers.

7Sun01I tried to get a delivery slot from Iceland. It appears the yare fully booked until next Friday. Shame!

WD 150.0.100 Computing, template, the updating for hours. By the time I stopped, I had a hatred of Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, and they’re forever failing and returning, failing and… Never mind! I checked on the Amazon situation regarding the deliveries.

7Sun02

Looking good. The Mini-cheddars ‘Pickle flavoured’, should be here today. I must resist tearing the box open to get at a bag. Hehe! The wristband alerts for Warfarin will be arriving, of course, how long it will be until these ones split and break is anyone’s guess. They are from a different supplier, and a lot dearer than the others were. So, I hope that means they will last longer.

The ablutions were started much later than planned, with all the cockups and tribulations this morning. I have to make Josie’s nosh afterwards.

Back later.

I’m back.

WD 150.0.100 Ablutionisationing Report: Only the one cut shaving. A new bruise, but feeling more content.  The bruise I got when picking up the dropped bar of carbolic soap in the shower. (I can’t see myself getting any more carbolic ever again. It was hard enough to find even before the lock-down! – Sob!) I banged my knee on the grab rail while showering, I’ve a little swelling to remind me of it. I did drop the showerhead again, but grabbed at it, caught it in time, (Godsmacking innit!) and pulled it to my body, hitting a certain delicate, but redundant nowadays, part on my anatomy. (Ouch!)

7Sun04WD 150.0.100 After drying off and cleaning the shower and sink. I had a look at the ever-morphing pins. Bit for meat on them I thought, then realised it was Fluid Retention Fred’s doing! Another oddity, (my life is not short of them!), was the new bruising the knee, was showing up as white? Well, I’ll be blown! Clopidogrel Clive was attempting a comeback as well. Belinda Blotches was visiting the legs as well. And, the usual for me paleness and anaemic, whiteness, had gone a, well, I don’t really know what colour it is, deep cream or a gungy spotted pale brown?

WD 150.0.100 As I was getting dressed, Colin Cramps had a go at my hands and fingers again, causing me to drop the body spray can. I couldn’t help but the funny side. My dropping things are usually controlled by Nicodemus, Shaking Shaun Dizzy Dennis and occasionally a perhaps a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance from the right leg. What if they don’t like this imposter Colin Cramps doing their job? I’m losing it here!

7Sun06I got the bit of handwashing done, not a lot, as Paul Daniels used to say. The bath towel, and the thin dressing gown. No socks, the damned sock-glide isn’t going have me today! I got the towel done wrung and hung, then did the gown, and hung that in the wet room.

7Sun07Now, this makes me sound demented and a bit odd, (Fair enough I am!), but can you not see an expression of the sock-glide on the shower chair?

He looks awfully pee’d off to me. My having avoided any conflict or battles with him for two days now (I’ve not worn any socks, Hehehe! That got him!). Is he angry or sad? Perhaps he’s missing the little lumps of my finger-ends his deadly spring clip usually provides for him? Is he annoyed the Nicodemus has not made me drop or fall over it lately? The ailments rarely all come on together, but they may be planning an uprising! I’ve gone again, lost it!

7Sun03Time to get Josie’s meal prepared. I didn’t take to long to get it ready. The cheesy potatoes, (the highlight of the meal my customers tell me), had to be made with Sainsbury’s substituted for Leicester grated cheese, a mixed bag. I got it served up for the gal.

The mixed grated cheese had Mozarella in it, 7Sun04anot the tastiest of cheeses, and when warmed up got very stringy. But, beggars can’t be choosers! Without Jenny’s help, I wouldn’t have had any cheese to use. Stuck like glue to the utensils! I left the cutlery soaking in a bowl of washing up liquid and bleach for a few hours.

Not only did it get me in a mess that needed extra cleaning, but it was tasteless! But for my share, when I get it, I’ve some caramelised red onion chutney to spice it up. Hahaha!

I got carried away in making some small Good Morning photos, and side shots for the blogs, it was soon nearly 16:00hrs.

WD 150.0.100 7Sun11I went to visit the Porcelain Throne, and midway through the evacuation, the intercom chimed out! It was the Amazon man, with the highlight of the day, the pickle flavoured min cheddars, the wristlet alert bands and some pots to use to separate the seasoning.

7Sun05WD 150.0.100 I left the box until I had done the chipping off of the Mozzarella cheese from the cutlery in the bowl.

It came off okay, with a little, no, much effort and elbow grease!

7Sun12All three items were there. I got them sorted, and could almost taste the Branston Pickle flavoured mini cheddars as I did so. The pots had what I wanted in then the screw on lids, as opposed to the snap-on ones I have at the moment. There are times when Nicodemus’s 7Sun12anerve-end die on me, and it’s difficult to sense if the lids are on or not.

Not haven eaten due to my getting too involved with the CorelDrawing, I realised it would be a while before I can get my nosh. So I took a bag of the mini-cheddars from the box; and what a pleasant, serendipitous, wonderful discovery! They were 50gr packets, not as I  had expected, 30gr. I made a brew and gobbled a full pack, by gum, they were great!

WD 150.0.100 Well, the fatigue dawned, but did I stop CorelDrawing, did I ‘eck as. I was on a roll, almost as if I was on a drug-trip! I had to concede defeat to the fatigue in the end. I was struggling to get the computer to close down. my heart sank. If I lose this outlet to life, it will be life-changing.

WD 150.0.100 Then, as it does to me so often, I realised I had totally forgotten about the cheesy potatoes in the oven! Spittling-Splurging-Sparrowhawks! I scuttered to the kitchen to check, almost tripping over the walking stick in my haste.

WD 150.0.100 Ah! All was well, which momentarily confused me. How could the mash be in the oven for over three hours and not get burnt? My question was soon solved when I realised I had not turned the oven on! Well, I couldn’t remember turning it off from doing Josie’s potatoes?

I’m getting worried about my mind and memory of late.

6Sat01

My much-missed mug. RIP!

Anyroad, I put two of the Iceland beefburgers in with the cheesy spuds and turned on the oven. Draycup! I made a brew of tea, and for some unknown reason. I began to mourn the loss of my old pottery mug. It was genuine remorse, but why?

I reckon the mind is on its last legs. Tsk!

WD 150.0.100 I went to turn off the computer and was not sure if I’d hit sleep or turn-off. I fancied I’d put it on sleep, but then I’d turned off the power. I turned the juice back on, and completely forgot to press the mini hidden button, and panicked a bit! Thinking my pressing sleep, and turning off the plugs, had damaged something. It really is scary, when you forget how to turn your computer on! I was in two minds whether to mention this at all. But, in keeping with my reveal-all policy on blogging, I did. Well, you know that cause it’s written here. I’m going off-line-logically a bit here!

WD 150.0.100 I spent so long sorting out what I had and hadn’t done with the computer, and got it going alright again (Sigh of relief the size of Asia!), by the time I got back to the pots and burgers, they really had got burnt! But not too much for me, luckily I like them well-done, like this!

7Sun39I got the plate filled. Took the med’s with me, along with the fodder, Clementine drink, and the light lemon yoghourt.

The potatoes were really not good at all, the crispy bits, when applying the caramelised red onion chutney, were okay. The cheese, well, I might as well have not used it, so weak and tasteless it was. The tomatoes were not too bad. Surprisingly, the burgers were great! I wish I’d got more in now, Humph! 

1Mon06aWD 150.0.100 This made me try again to get a delivery slot from Iceland. Nope! The nosh was granted a rating of 5/10, passable, just, thanks to the beefburgers; that I cannot get any more of, the lemon yoghourt and clementine drink. The medications tasted the same as usual, 10/10, Hahaha! 

I got the pots washed, and tried purposelessly and unsuccessfully to get some sleep. Morpheous wasn’t having it again! Even the little two-minute nod-offs were absent without leave! Grobbledigrooks! 

After hours of trying to nod-off, I perused the TV channel guide, and to my pleasure, unpremeditated serendipitously found that a Red Dwarf extended film was just about to start on the box. Aha, great, one of my favourites and I hadn’t seen this one before! Oh, joy abounded! 

7Sun40I rang Sister Jane to advise her of Red Dwarf about to start on the gogglebox, thinking that xyrophobia-suffering, left a fortune in a will of someone he didn’t know, pools and lottery winner, who retired at 50 years of age and has women chasing him, tall, good looking, well-built, Brother-in-Law Lucky-Pete liked Red Dwarf.  It was not an easy conversation, Jane was on the Bollinger Brut Special Cuvée again. Hehehe! I’ll get in trouble for telling of that!

About an hour into the 2-hour Red Dwarf programme, and enjoying it immensely, that damned Morpheous came on, and I missed the rest of the film! Waking up with a start, as the closing credits were scrolling down the screen!

WDP 12bThen, could I get back to sleep again? Nope! I lay there for another couple of hours, Thought-Storms brewing, self-hatred, fears, worries, they all pestered me, before getting to sleep. For three hours!

Life is not a bed of roses!

Inchcock – Monday 12th June 2017: Hospital DVT test, Doctors INR Blood Test, Warfarin Panic… Now I have to do it all again… Tsk! You’ve got to laugh!

1Mon19

Monday 12th June 2017

 מאנטאג יוני 12, 2 Yiddish

0415hrs: I woke up in a confused state, a cracking headache. Rubbish, crumbs, wrappers, pen & pad, mobile phone, remote controls, the empty biscuit box, a woolly hat, TV magazine, the Clarkson On Cars book and last night untaken evening medication pot around the floor (Humph!), the £300 second-hand recliner and me! Felt confused, tired and listless. The eyelids felt so heavy as well.

The notepad I keep handy to forget to take notes of any dreams on had some scribble on it, but it might have been hieroglyphics because I could decipher nothing of it. Tsk!

Pondered on what the day boded. Must remember the INR blood test at 1007hrs (What an odd time to give me?). I’d like to get a good walk into town done, take some photographs perhaps.

Off to the Porcelain Throne, only the slightest amount of bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, feeling light-headed? Dizzy Dennis and Roger Reflux both started off at the same time. At least Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were being gentle with me.

Made a brew and it tasted horrible – now I know something is wrong with me. Haha!

Did the Health Checks. Then printed off last weeks to take to the nurse later.

1Mon02

Took the morning medications and back in the wetroom for a wee-wee again.

Computer started and finished off and posted the Sunday diary and started this one off.

Put the nibbles in the bag for the nurses and the Anticoagulation Record Card too.

Checked the Emails and did some WordPressing for a few hours.

Got the ablutions done. An extra long session this morning. Cleaning the teggies and caused a bit of bleeding, but pleased with how quickly it stopped considering.

Got three bin bags filled and tied, one of recyclable stuff and took them to the refuse chute. Put four jars and one bottle in the bag to drop off at the recycling bin on Chestnut Walk.

Back to the flat and checked I had everything needed in the bag. Corroborated that the lights, heaters, cooker, taps and windows were okay and that I had the bus-pass, camera and mobile phone. Set off to the surgery.

Not a soul in sight on the way down to and in the foyer. Some workmen were hard at it outside as I walked straight passed the recycling bins (Tsk!) to the end of Chestnut Walk.

Spotted these beautiful bush flowers on the side of the road. This, cheered me up a lot, with the getting out for a hobble as well.

1Mon03

1Mon11Down Winchester Street Hill in the sunshine and got the camera out of the bag and into my pocket so I could take photographs of the abandoned retail units from Winchester Street to the library.

Not a long distance as you can see from the map here!

So sad, all those folks gone bankrupt, broke or forced to sell-up.

Here are the actual photographicalisations that I took of the rather sad looking so-called retail shopping area of Sherwood, over a five-minute hobble along Mansfield Road.

1Mon04

Oh, dear, I’ve made a Whoopsiedangleplop here, sorry. The bottom left one I took from the bus on the way back from Arnold. Fancy me, making a mistake… Ahem!

Pressed on up the hill and down to the surgery in Carrington. Arriving with 30 minutes to spare the lady told me as I logged in with the receptionist. Sat down, about to get the crossword book out and got called in to see the nurse! No messing about this morning!

She got the blood taken straight away and reminded me about the DVT appointment I had for two hours later. Kind of her, that was. Chinwagged while she did me. Gave her some nibbles, thanked her and departed and limped down to the chemists to ask for advice on my medications, feeling rather proud of remembering to do this. He was not in. Humph!

So, out, down the road and waited for City Hospital bus. I said earlier, no messing about today, didn’t I? Well, it proved this point again when I arrived at the DVT department. As I was there an hour earlier than the appointment time, and they had me in the treatment room within five minutes of my signing in!

Not the foggiest idea what they did. As the Nurse who spoke to me, had an accent and quiet voice and I could not read her lips. Two people came into the cubicle, one smiled and stuck a needle in my throat and arm. That was it I was gone in seconds into a semi-sleepy state. No hassle no pain, just felt them bringing me round later and putting me on a trolly for a few minute and giving me a cup of tea. All done! The chest and throat area was only a bit sore, and that cleared up with ten minutes.

The doctor arrived and told me the test looked visually alright to him, things were no different or worse than last time, and they would contact me after the analysis was complete. I felt great and asked a nurse if I could go now. “If you’re sure you feel up to it, why not Mr Chambers” In a lovely rich Irish accent. So off I wented! Hehe!

Out and up the hill, across the road to the bus stop, the bus arrived in seconds, and within half-an-hour, I was catching a 58 bus in town and on my way to Arnold.

I’ve said it before, but; ‘No Messing About Today!’

Dropped off near the Asda store and popped in get some Irish Batch bread, and came out with the aforesaid loaf… plus: New potatoes, fresh pod peas, mini pickle pork pies, flatbread, Walkers Marmite crisps (three packs of six little packets for £3 – Tsk!), Raffle prizes for the tenants hour, lemon and orange yoghourts, Irish potato farls, butter and £17 quid lighter! Plonker! Then hobbled, (the feet were bad now) in to visit the clothing department to see if they had any of the loose fitting undies in stock. Could not find any and asked an assistant, who informed me they no longer sell them. Marvellous, I thought!

1Mon06On my way out, I noticed they had ladies bras on sale for two whole aisles!

Even a choice of over fifty different types of, what they labelled ‘T-Shirt Bras” with about 100 of them on the shelves!

Not fair that!

Sexism it is! Hehehe!

Had a hobble over the road to the Fulton Food Store to see if they had any of those lemon curd cones in again. But no. I did get some citrus lollies, though.

1Mon07

Paid the Oberfruppenfurher on the till and out and made my way to the bus stop on High Street behind the no long longer stocking men’s undies – but selling hundred of ladies bras and panties – Asda (Walmart) Hyperstore. Hahaha!

At the bus stop, I spotted this amazing little wildflower forcing its way through the tarmac somehow into life? How do they do this?

Got the bus back eventually, taking the photo mentioned earlier en route.

1Mon08As we went through Sherwood on Mansfield Road, I took a picture of possibly the best smelling of all the shops.

Back at the flats and had a wee-wee. Put the kettle on and took the midday medications and did the Health Checks.

All right methinks.

1Mon10Put the purchases on the counter and then stored them away.

After pondering on what to have for fodder later, it will have to be a late one, because I had to sort out the pictures from the camera and update this diary first.

I decided on the last two small portions minced lamb stew with some of the Irish batch bread! Podded a few peas and got them on the boil, well, simmering.

Tried to catch up with the Facebooking while the lamb hotpot cooked. Didn’t get much done, Huh!

1Mon12The din-din time now.

Gorgeous!

Washed the pots.

Feeling a bit drained now, so settled down to watch some Law & Order on the Gogglebox, feet up.

Haha!

Really into the TV and the landline chirped into life.

Stubbed my toe getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner as quickly as I could to get to the phone.

It was the DVT Centre from the 4th floor at the QMC.

1Mon16

It appears that my Warfarin INR blood level is now below 1.4 – What? So that is Monday 6.1 Wednesday 4.2 Friday 4.1 and now Monday 1.4?

I have to go into the QMC Hospital in the morning for Two Enoxaparin injections and another blood test, and have to arrange for another DVT Test as today’s earlier checks would be unreliable due the INR level being so high. (Apparently, the district nurse visits to homes to give injections has been cut back as part of the cost saving exercises).

I have to take 4 Warfarin tonight. So, at least there is far less chance of me bleeding to death, but a real possibility of a blood clot or Heart Attack. I can’t win can I? Hehe!

So I took the evening medications making sure I had the four tablets. Did the Health Checks.

1Mon17a

Got the Computer on to update this and put things into the calendar. Printed a reminder and left it on the TV screen for the morning.

Got my head down ag1Mon18ain, and watched some TV proggies, without any nodding off for ages?

No dizzies tonight.

Up to visit the Porcelain Throne, all good. Even Haemorrhoid Harold wasn’t bleeding at all, in the slightest, whatsoever.

The first time for weeks!

Long time getting off again.

TTFN each.

Inchcock – Saturday 20th May 2017

6Sat01

Saturday 20th May 2017

Javanese: Tanggal 20 Mei 2017

0345hrs: Woke remembering just one singular bit of a dream sequence I’d had clearlyish. (Not a real word this, but I like it. Hehe!) There I was floating in the air looking down above the MP’s in the Commons, as I glided above, and by each one, I made a note of their crimes and dishonest actions that floated up to me from each individual brain, by talking into an old mechanical calculator that I assume I thought was a recorder? No other memories whatsoever, though?

Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. Amazed, that Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were both absent this morning. Not complaining at all, though!).

Got the mug of tea made, and got the computer on, full of hope and prayers that the Google Chrome issues had been sorted. Opened Google and things looked good, no freezing or becoming unresponsive at all yet?

0415hrs: WordPress dairy updating was done for yesterday, then I started on this one.

0615hrs: Remembered to take the morning medications and did the Health Checks.

Sys: 148 Dia: 82 Pulse: 77 Temp: 36.1 Weight: 14.82. The weight had shot up steeply from yesterday morning. I imagine this was because I couldn’t get out for a hobble combined with the bigger than of late meal yesterday, are the reasons?

Got the Diary for Friday posted on WordPress and emailed to a few friends.

Excited at the thought of being hassle free with Chrome, I went to the email to send things and… “Google Chrome has become Unresponsive”!!! Boy, am I annoyed! Clicked on Wait for Programme to respond option. Five minutes later, it came back and worked.

6Sat02

I tried going on Facebook. Oh, dear! Time after time it froze, no way I can concentrate like this.

I’ll just get the photo’s on Facebook and tell folk about the hassle and wait for Sam to come again and try to sort me out. Double Humph!

6Sat04

6Sat05So very depressed now. Gave up on the computer, made and ate a massive meal and fell asleep.

Dreampt of me being with someone on an old train as passengers, no idea who it was. We were trying to find out where we were, outside night, foggy dark, kept jumping off the train and back on… that’s all I can recall.

Woke five hours later, made a cuppa, took the med’s and tried Chrome again.

Within a minute of opening Gmail, it became unresponsive again! Waited until it came back on and emailed Sam again to let him know if it suits him, I’ll be in all day tomorrow.

6Sat06 So then tried WordPress and this went funny too and stopped me using it until I closed it, lost the updated script and restarted it again to write this.

Perpetually (If that’s the right word?) suffering from Unresponsive sites and frustrations.

The innards started rumbling, and stabbing pains started. Fretting and worrying I suppose?

6Sat07Bother was coming from all sides now, not just Facebook and Email sites.

Tried to use the Outlook email, but it wanted so many details to let join it, and they demanded my phone number so as to send me a number to use to gain access.

Sent it to me through a text on the mobile.

6Sat09Which I’d never used before, and got into a pickle and a half trying to sort it.

Naturally, I couldn’t!

Demanded more code numbers, but I’m afraid I could not cope with the tiny press button things and got into rather a panic and thought, Sod It!

Gave up trying.

6Sat08Concentration destroyed by all this worry and failure to solve the issues.

The stomach is getting bad now, and I feel Duodenal Donald getting ready to make life hell for me, I know the signs.

Got a message from a very witty clever satirical artistic chap, someone I follow on the WordPress. Saying they too have similar problems with 6Sat07aGoogle Chrome sometimes.

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He suggested that I clear the history out, private cache and Cookies, taking care not to clear passwords, etc.

I tried this. Brave ain’t I Hehe! 

Got the History cleared okay, but did not know what a Private cache was, or where the cookies were being stored or held.

6Sat10Now I’ll see if this changes anything freezing wise?

Within seconds of opening Gmail, it came up Not Responding, yet again.

Clicked the ‘Wait’ option and it came on working again in a few minutes.

Actually very trying and testing having to go through all of this when just wanting to… Oh, never mind.

Buffalo suggested some more actions and told me how to get to the cache. Bravely I tried, but it made no difference to the freezing problem. Humph!

Getting cheesed off with failure.

Did the third and last of the health checks for today. I wasn’t surprised in the least to see things getting worse as the day went on.

6Sat10a

Tried to watch some TV, but could not keep awake for long despite Duodenal Donald’s efforts to stop with.

TTFN