Inchcock’s Trip to Nottingham wiv his camera! Comments in bad rhyme!

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Inchcock’s Trip to Nottingham

1Mon05

I started out on my trip to town today,

I got through to the lifts, to my dismay,

The elevators all 12-floors below,

I waited patiently before I could go,

I had the scenic view to peruse, though!

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Walking through the link-passage again,

Welcomed by the pouring rain,

Trapped my fingers in the swipe-door, the pain!

I chatted with Angela and Elaine,

Out to get wet, but didn’t complain,

T’was nice to get out of the flats again!

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Off the bus, greeted with a jogging student’s glare,

I just tossed him back, a similar stare,

The rain worked its way, through my jacket,

I wouldn’t mind, but it cost me a packet!

Nottingham City Centre, I wondered why I ever went there!

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I remembered though, it was to buy food, starting at Aldi first,

 I hobbled my way down a rainy Glasshouse Street,

At the shop, I bought a lot of fodder, even some Bratwurst,

Then paid, wandered off, for my spending was incomplete,

To Bargain Buys, they’d no potato cakes, that made me curse!

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Mansfield Road, rain and Pavement Cyclists abound!

Next a bloke on a Lambretta, I cursed, and moved on,

Nottinghamian’s serenity, smiles, were not to be found,

As to Trinity Square, I was soggily bound!

En route, this bit of Street Art below, I found,

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It lay there, wet, upon the ground,

On Old Street, it was found,

Broken bottles nearby, a battleground.

I moved away, like a limping greyhound!

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I got through Trinity Square, left via Kings Walk.

Not many folks about at all?

No one to say hello to, or talk,

Then we had a little rain squall!

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Parliament Street had a few more folks around, I have to say,

Unemployed, Students, shoplifters, muggers, no policemen though.

The rain started pouring heavier, not a nice day,

So many eateries in one place, how do they all make any dough? (Hahaha!)

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Down Market Street, I did wobble along,

The rain temporarily having stopped,

I think I sang a joyful song,

The tram gave out a melodic ‘Klong-Klong’,

I might use this photo later, as a ‘Thoughts’ backdrop!

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A damp Slab Square, where did the people go?

Is it the rain, are Social Services Inspectors lurking?

Which department are they from, if so?

After illegal immigrants, or claimants working?

A mystery to me, I don’t know.

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Nottingham’s cheerless Wheeler Gate, depression flowed,

My target, in Turquoise, the Poundland shop!

Competing coffee shops each side of the road,

Staff sneering at each other, as a goad!

I came out of Poundland, with a massive load,

Two bags on the trolley handles, it went all over the road,

I spent so much, I wondered how much I owed!

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To the bus stop home, along South Parade,

Though the tatty, unkempt Slab Square,

A slight Accifauxpas, I’m afraid I made,

The rain started again there,

Got my brolly out, the one for which £10 I paid,

It fell to bits, and to be right and fair,

  I couldn’t bend down, so I left it there!

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Over the Slab Square, to the King Street/Long row junction,

Where the brain struggled to function,

I had a Dizzy Dennis cumulation,

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When the head cleared, and the brain regeared,

With admiration for architect Watson Fothergill grew,

Just looking at his work, my heart cheered.

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On the way up Queen Street, the trolley-walker veered,

Very nearly tipping over, that’s something I feard,

It became so unruly, it understeered,

By gum, I thought, this is weird!

Ah, a big-clump of chewing gum from the wheel was cleared,

I must say, I was greatly cheered!

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Thank You

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Inchcockski: Searching for Sanity & Logicality – In bad Rhyme!

Gerald James Timothy Algernon Archibald Inchcock

The Nottinghamian lad knows he is losing it, big time.

Mentally and physically, getting help is hopeless,

 He gets uptight, but he’s completely harmless,

Depressed, untidy, ill and charmless,

He can’t commit suicide, he ain’t got the time,

Even his words don’t properly rhyme!

 

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Inchcock: Sadly searching for Sanity

Somewhere, in his tortured labyrinth of a brain,

Lies logic, intelligence, but he can’t find them today,

The brain is active but rarely reliable or decisive,

Also, hesitant, feeble, and the memory’s gone away,

 Some details it retains, and admires he does say,

Mostly about medications, Red Dwarf and Will Hay,

 But his desire, longing for sanity, will not go away!

 

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 However, his efforts, hopes and plans are derisive,

 The mentality-seeking strategies are not conducive,

At least not for 74 years… that’s including today,

He redoubled his spiritual side, and started to pray,

Again in hopes, he’d be semi-sane again, one day,

He talks to his EQ, that’s hyper-sensitive.

 

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He wrote to an Agony Aunt, that was digressive,

 He revealed all, and thought that was impressive!

She said she couldn’t help, and she was sorry,

But why did she throw herself under a lorry?

Inchy thought that was a touch impulsive and excessive!

Regaining logicality, will he ever find a way?

Or remain an idiot, until his dying day?

Another thing, why do his wee-wees always over-spray?

 

This blog was produced without a warning disclaimer.

No claims made for any educationalistical prowess of the author.

Donations and mental assistance will be gladly accepted.

In the event of the writer snuffing it, kindly donate to the Outer Peruvian Pregnant Kangaroo Appreciation Society, Nottingham Branch. 0115 999999.

Thank You

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A Whoopsiedangleplop Wet-Walk in Nottingham

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Amidst a Thought-Storm, an idea came,

For a little ode, a bad one, oh the shame!

But Inchie had to put pen to paper and write it,

Cause he got wet and went arse-over-tit!

But he knows he is to blame,

Still scribbled it, all the same!

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A volgivagant life brings on mental strife!

A volgivagant life brings on mental strife!

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Formulated by Inchcock, while he was medicationalising Little Inchies Fungal Lesion

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Thought of the Day

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Disclaimers:

No animal life was harmed in the production of these odes.

Allergies: They do contain a nut, & can cause laughter (Maybe)

These thoughts have been veganistically prepared.

The contents of this blog discourage suicidal tendencies.

Remainers & Leavers are encouraged to enjoy.

 

Befuddling Thoughts in bad poetry, from Inchcock! Part of the Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe series

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I had a thought, the other day,

It would not go away,

But here I am to write it down today,

Huh! I’ve forgotten what it was, Oh, lackaday!

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I was caught laughing on Monday morning,

The Doctor was worried,

To the psychiatrist, I was hurried,

Now I’m no longer able-bodied,

I believe insanity is dawning!

I’ll have parsnip soup tonight, curried!

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I worry a lot nowadays,

Through my mind’s confused haze,

Why am I not confident, there’s a trail to blaze?

I’m old, decrepit and stuck in my ways,

 Life’s a pain, it’s been wretched in recent days,

Freeing yourself of worrying can be done; the Doctor says

Watch an old DVD of Dawson’s ‘Say’s Les’,

Act like Tommy Cooper, and wear a fez,

I worry a lot nowadays!

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Doing the ablutions is not an easy task!

I’ll cut myself daily having a shave,

To ease the pain, I take my hip-flask,

Whoopsiedangleplops committed,

Dizzy Dennis calls, and blood is flittered,

Shaking Shaun, makes me feel all forlorn,

The dropsies fall, sometimes landing on my corn,

Then I droppeth the showerhead,

Though sometimes, the Sock-Glide instead,

The Sock-Glide removes chunks from my finger,

But in the shower, I become a singer,

An older Elvis, I’m a dead-ringer,

Apart from being short and having no hair,

And I can’t sing, to be fair,

Life can be so cruel and unfair, so there!

But there’s help out there somewhere,

I just don’t know where. But do I care?

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Nowadays, and I think it’s a real pity,

Life’s full of astucity, atrocity and a definite caducity,

It’s still easy enough, for me to be friendly and witty,

But sadly, only through a silly internet ditty,

Doing hoovering, hand-washing and other domesticity,

Brings pain, agony in all its ferocity,

Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, neurotmesis axonotmesisity,

Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, with their tenacity,

All combine, to stop the housework,

Someone call saying; ‘Look at this filthy dust. You idle burke!’

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But life’s always been depressing,

It started when I was born you know,

Worries were soon rampant, though,

But I had my health,

  Even if, no wealth,

Britain had its Commonwealth,

I got through using cunning and stealth!


This post was formulated while Inchcock was waiting in the Mary Potter Treatment Centre for his ankle-ulcer, and bruised thigh from his falling off of the L9 bus to be treated. During which he had his Peripheral Neuropathy diagnosed.

Just thought I’d mention it, like.

Part of: The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe Series

 

Inchcockski – Friday 6th December 2019: Such a good start – shame about the end of the day!

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Friday 6th December 2019

Samoan: Aso Faraile 6 Tesema 2019

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Jobs in coal mines from 1,200,000 in 1920 to 2,015 in 2018

23:50hrs: I stirred into life, with a clarity of mind, that I had not had for years? Almost thoughtless! I extracted my ever-morphing body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, decaying recliner, stood up, caught my balance, and wobbled off to the kitchen, with, for me, great dexterity! Amazing this is, I thought!

5Fri01WDPh 01WD 0.0.50 As I was stepping over the door divider, the right leg gave the shortest ever Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, ever. As it began, I grabbed the doorframe with he left hand, and clung on to the four-pronged walking stick with the right, ready to drop it if needed… and the leg started to flail, and it clouted against the corner of the cupboard, making me jump a little, and it was all over? I would think it lasted about ten-seconds or so, now everything is back to normal; apart from the bruise on my leg of course, Haha! Now that was something new, but I was well pleased with it being so short a dance, all the same. I fear I may have sworn out loud when the leg got caught on the cupboard corner. Oh dear! Sorry and my apologies to any of my neighbours who might have heard it!

WDPH01R6On a cheerier note, when I got the medications and medicines out to take, I was over-the-moon when I found I had not missed imbibing the evening dosages! At last, I’d gorrit right for once! Somewhat of a victory there for me, after going for about three or four nights and forgetting to take them every night! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I moved the handwashing onto the airers, and off to have a wee-wee. This one was a catch-me-out mode of CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) style. You see how lucky I am really, any average person, with an uncancerous bladder, would miss all this variety and unexpectedness in urinational activities. Hehehe! 

I got on with updating the Thursday post, which, although a longish one, was not handicapped too much by the Neurotransmitter failing finger-ends this morning. I imagine the peripheral neuropathy was still planning on the way to get the involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing going again. Haha! I got it finished though, witin a few hours and had posted it off.

I sent some pictures to Pinterest. Went on the TFZer Facebooking, then went on the WordPress Reader.

5Fri02The ablutions went well. With only four dropsies. Oh yes! Razor (2), Carbolic soap and the toothbrush!

The pins (legs) seemed to have lost the fluid retention, and the signs of the Clopidogrel effects were far less!

5Fri003I dressed in warm clothing and took the black bags to the waste-chute, returned to the flat and collected the large recycling bag, and took it down with me on the way out.

As I entered the Winwood Court through-passage, the lovely warmth greeted me. I took this shop as I got through the first swipe door. 5Fri004The drizzle was still falling lightly. I proceeded in an easterly direction (Haha!), and with no one in the ILC’s Holding and Interview room, I went to have a go at the crossword in the big Winwood Socialisational room. I greeted John ‘Herbert’ as I passed him, and ensconced myself on a snug corner and got the crossword book out. I was sat in a high chair, more comfortable to get out of you know! Neighbour young, fit, rich, good-looking Malcolm (I hate him, Hehehe!) spoke, I gave him his little Christmas treat, Jack Daniels & Coke. Many folks walked by me, but being in the corner, they did not spot me or hear my ‘Good Morning’s’. At least I hope it was that, and not my B.O. Haha!

After almost total failure with the crosswording, I rose up, and hobbled through the second link passage to Winchester Court and joined other residents, waiting in the dry of the lobby, for the bus. I spoke greetings a few. Eddie or Louie answered me, he was looking a little better this morning. I went out to the bus stop, which was overflowing with Winwoodonians. Cindy, Angela, Penny, Mary and many others were in the shelter, and when the bus arrived, other tenants flowed from the foyer out into the drizzle to catch the bus. A lady let me on ahead of her with my three-wheeler. Mercy beaucoup. So I managed to get a side-saddle seat. I screwed myself up in the corner, for I knew the battle to remain seated and not get tipped out of the chair, or trod on by the passing passengers getting on and off the bus, was ahead. Safet-First!

Another not too successful bash at the crossword en route, and we were soon in town. I dropped off at the bottom of Goosegate. I wanted to look for murals to photograph, I knew some were, at least used to be in the Lace Market area.

WDPh 01Up the hill, I wobbled and found myself passing the shop that used to be a Tesco that I worked at in 1962ish. The memories flooded back, it was most likely the happiest times for me, working and finding romance there. It had been a Sex Shop for a long time, but I noticed it was now a Charity shop.

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I could not help but walk in and have a look. Seeing nothing around me much, for I was living what was there so long ago, the memories flowed. A young Marrianne Faithful look-a-like volunteer assistant, (yes, the memories were dominant now), asked me if I was alright. I must have looked either a little pasty or in a dream world state. (Well, yes, I was having a few moments in a reminiscing and regretting mode). I mentioned my past experiences and this being a Tesco store. The eyes raise up, she needed to say no more. I 5Fri005told my farewells and continued up Goosegate to Stoney Street, and down in search of some Street Art to picture. I took this photo of the what was, Price Properties building, with the artwork on the gable end.

WD 0.0.50 As I started to walk along towards where I thought the murals were, I spotted some pretend policemen putting up tape, signs and cones. People were being turned back at the end of the road. Oh, dear, another stabbing or 5Fri006shooting perhaps? So, I turned around to go back to Goosegate. I spotted this Magpie on a mould covered window ledge. The sad bit, bing the sign relating the For Sale of the freehold property. I checked on the web later, out of no [particular interest, on the price. But it just said Sale By Tender. Bet the Magpie’s not bothered either! Hehehe!

1Mon03I called at the Oriental Mart store on Heathcoat Street, to get some more of the Sukang Puti vinegar and some of the salted peanut brittle nibbles. I found the peanuts quickly and spent a long time searching for the vinegar. After much wandering around and having to of different ways to get through. Because of a lack of room to get the walker through with me, I found a similar flavouring. Chinese Distilled vinegar, it had the same high-acidity of 5% as the Indonesian one does, so I bought it. And that was that, all my shopping for the day, two items! No cause for any smugness, though. Cause I’ve got an Ocado delivery coming on Sunday morning. With Thompson and Glengettie Gold teabags, I never want to run out of them again! And some green tomatoes as a treat for myself for Christmas!

5Fri007Up over the hill and down Pelham Street towards Clumber Street and the Slab Square. I noticed a distinct atmosphere from the Nottinghamians today. Finding the right words for it is not easy. An antsiness, nervousness, a sense that anything could explode or erupt at any time? And the Christmas rides, stalls and food outlets on the fayre, were not doing much 5Fri007ctrade at all, despite it being lunchtime.

Looking up one of the almost hidden alleyways of shops on Pelham Street, there was not s soul in sight! The leaseholders had done there best to drum up some trade, with the illegal, bards and advertising. Well, something else, a different danger from Pavement Cyclists, for sight-challenged people to walk into. I took three photographs of Clumber Street as I stopped at the junction.

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Down Long Row to the Slab Square.

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I limped up King Street on to Parliament Street. Where I took this selection of photos, that give a decent representation of what I found.

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5Fri019Then, down Queen Street, to the L9 bus stop.

The bus arrived on time, which caught a couple of regular riders out, who must have been anticipating the usual late arrival of the swap-over bus, and had to get a move on to catch it.

Eddie got on at the next stop, and I delved into the crossword book puzzles (Why do I bother!) It felt like just minutes later, I looked up, and the bus was pulling into the Winwood flats complex. There is, of course, the possibility that I had fallen to sleep en route. Humph!

I asked Eddie if I could carry his bag up to his flat for him, I could see it was heavy for him. But he said not.

I limped through the link-Winwood Lcorridor to the large Social area in Winwood Court, and to the ILC Warden’s holding and interrogation office. Handed out some nibbles and ha a mini-natter, then onwards through the Windwood to Woodthorpe Court link-corridor. Into the cold lift lobby, and up to the flat.

WDP 02lb5Fri21WD 0.0.50 Where I got the lamb chops in the oven and got the handwashing (only a long sleeve shirt and pair of bamboo socks) done, wrung and hung. The finger-end neurotransmitters failed to recognise touch or send the message to the brain again. However, at least they let me get the washing done before kicking-off! I was concerned about some uncomfortable tremblings in the right leg knee, which I thought might be the start of some interest from the Peripheral Neuralgia, in performing one of its Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dance routines. But I was so wrong, it was as good as gold all night!

WDP 4GLWD 0.0.50 The intercom lit up and buzzed, it was a young lady from Carrington pharmacy, with this month’s Prescriptions for me. Unfortunately, as I was about to press the door release button, the neurotransmitters died a death once more, and I ended up pressing repeatedly, and this turned everything off on the control panel! Grumph! I got the walking stick and got down as fast as I could to be in time to catch her. Off course, both lifts were on the ground floor, so that made me slower than ever. Arthur Itis, who had been so good to me all day, started to play-up as well. I got down in a bit of a panic, and Cindy told me that Jenny had taken the medication off of the girl and will bring them to the flat for me. So good to me that Jenny is.

WDP 001 LbWD 0.0.50 So, I got back to the flat… to find that the lamb chops had burnt in the oven! After having such a good day, this knocked me back a bit! I turned off the stove and checked out the meat. It was not a good sight. But, I decided to risk them anyway. I put them in the saucepan with the tomatoes and passata to keep warm, and the doorbell chimed.

WDP 09LIt was Jenny, with the medications for me, bless her cotton socks. She brought them into the kitchen for me. I had a job handing her some wine as her Christmas treat, and thanked her profusely. I do appreciate all she does for me, she’s saved my bacon a few times, I can tell yer! ♥

5Fri22I got to sorting meal again. Got it in the bowl on the tray with the dessert and bread ready.

Got the pots washed-up, and settled to dine. To dine, did I say? Have you seen the chop on top of the dish? It was 80% bone! Boy was I annoyed! Still, I sucked what few bits of meat there was off of the bone. And yet, the packet before, had some lovely lamb in it? Far too much bread was eaten with soaking up the tomatoes and juice, to help stave off the hunger that lingered after the meal. Thank You, Mr Iceland!

I got settled down in the rickety recliner, and within minutes I thought I smelt something burning? I went on a search around

5Fri20WD 0.0.50 Aha! I’d left the oven on. I also noticed the state of the pins when I took this photographicalisation. I could tell that Arthur Itis was not in a good mood, too.

WD 0.0.50 I turned off the oven and got back down in hopes of some sleep. And Colin Cramps visited me, legs but mainly the left one, it was far much worse. Perhaps with the Peripheral neuralgia down my right side since the stroke, the damaged neurotransmitters may not be sending the pain messages to the brain? Suits me! Hehehe! Enough agony from the left leg and foot, thank you.

No sleep seemed imminent, so I put on another Bond film, ‘Thunderball’, and soon to sleep I did fall, I wasn’t bothered at all. Haha!

A Little Chunter from Inchcock. In bad, nae, terrible rhyme!

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A Little Chunter from Inchcock

In bad, nae, terrible rhyme!

It’s the day of the criminal, there is no more law,

Empathy, understanding have become just folklore,

I don’t see Police officers in Nottingham, anymore,

 Pavement Cyclists, beggars and shoplifters galore,

Street sleepers, who survive with skills of a detrivore,

Druggies, alcoholics, muggers, both old and mature,

While families dine, smoke cigars and drink their liquor,

All the time, making the poor, feel even sicker!

Disabled with Fit for Work Assessments, have to fight and bicker,

A blind chap got told he can work on a cherry-picker!

Jobseekers told to do psychometric tests, Glory Be!

But if you’re lucky, you’ll live to retire just like me,

But it isn’t what you thought, no rest and freedom, see,

Heart attack, Duodenal Ulcer, and I live on the twelfth-floor,

Peripheral Neuralgia, then a stroke and Arthritis, core!

What next I thought, and the lock broke on the door,

It was mended within three weeks, no need to be sore,

My hot water system went down, so I called help once more,

After nine days of being lied to, ‘We are coming today for sure,

Staying in and awake eight-until-ten, no chance of a bedsore!

But they mended it! It leaked, my clothes wet, the water did pour!

I slipped on the liquid, ending up injured on the floor,

Luckily, the stroke nurse called, so help came to the fore,

Depression and self-hating I began to explore,

I complained at the lack of help, this just caused a furore!

Now the haemorrhoids have returned, bloody and sore!

 

I fank You!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 12th May 2019: Bad Whoopsiedangleplop, cut my thumb. What next? Tsk!

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Sunday 12th May 2019

Hawaiian: Lune 12 Mei 2019

WD 0.0.255c 05:15hrs. I reluctantly woke, despite having had a good six hours sleep, I still felt so tired. I spent a few moments deep in uhtceare, the mind stewing away. The dysania was beaten. I disentangled my plump body-mass from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and got up on my feet. This was a painful operation, like the toes and feet, were hurting so, and the legs (Arthur Itis) were too! Getting to stand upright almost brought a cry of agony from me. Indeed, some quietly spoken curse words emanated from within, through gritted teeth. And that’s not easy when you only have few teggies left. Hehe!

This sudden activity was in response to a call to the Porcelain Throne. Maybe the Senna would be successful this morning. I limped taking care not to allow the ankle to go over this time and got to the WC, and hastily dropped them: then deposited my bottom on the Porcelain Throne (Well, plastic as it is now, Hehehe).

WD 0.0.255c7Sun01 The discomfort of getting the movement to start was memorable for its extremeness! But once this did activate, it was all over within seconds. To be followed by an LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee). I can’t recall taking so long in my life.

The legs were showing great albedineity again. Although maybe not as bad so. Then again, perhaps they were?

A long time later, I cleaned things up and had a wash. A change of clothes, and off to the kitchen to take the medications. Decision time again. I’m not anywhere near as confident in making choices than I was before the Stroke; Not that I was all that sure back then. Huh! Do I take a Senna or not with the morning doses? Had things finally freed-up? I chickened-out and didn’t take a Senna after all. What a ditherer!

A good bout of sneezing shook me up, they were a bit vicious. The right-hand fingers-ends were shaking when they came into contact with anything. I don’t know why I mentioned this; it is a regular occurrence. Took the doses of conventional medicines.

I needed another what I thought was an urgent wee-wee, but it wasn’t. This time it was in the SWDWW (Short-weak-dribbling-wee-wee) style.

7Sun02Checked the Ankle-Support I’d washed and hung to dry. It seemed suitable to wear, dry enough just about. Got it out ready for the Carer.

On more bout of sneezing, that lasted a little longer.

I got on the computer to add photos and update and finished. Then posted the Saturday diary.

WD 0.0.255c Typing is not going to be easy today. The nerve ends in the fingers are a bit jittery. Still, correcting errors had become a way of life since I got home. And today’s persistent, ever-present mind waffling isn’t helping. Oy Vey!  Then went on the WordPress reader. I made a start on this blog up to here. 07:20hrs. No carer yet, he’s not late though, it is still within the time range. I wondered if I had made a cock-up when telling yesterdays carer that I will have to cancel Mondays help, as I will be out on my way to the Audio Clinic when they are due to arrive. All, very convoluted innit? Life! Tsk!

Went on CorelDraw to do the graphics for tomorrows post. Didn’t get far with it at all, the Carer called at 07:50hrs. He’s got the better of the Ankle-Support and had it fitted within minutes. I confirmed the cancellation of tomorrows visit. Explaining the appointment to get the hearing aids needed attending, and showed him the timing for the bus and meeting. He confirmed it had been put off.

7Sun11Got the kettle on and made a brew. I checked out the prescription availability stock. I have only enough medications for one week, up to next Monday! Doing these checks.

WD 0.0.255c I had to have three more pathetic, dribbling SWDWWs. I did take an extra Senna and one Furesomide.

Red sky in the morning – Shepherds warning?

Another SWDWW. I think we can take it that these were coming thick and fast, but very slowly, all day long? Humph!

Made a brew again, and back to the CorelDraw to create the graphics for tomorrow’s Inchcock Today. Two hours later, I had got two templates ready to use. Phew! THree wee-wees during this period. But the last one was more like an LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee) So, I thin the Furesomide is working to free things? I do not like having to take drugs just so I can wee-wee or do something on the Porcelain Throne, but still, needs must I suppose.

I tried the Plastic Topped Throne. But the Senna seems to have stopped working, all I got was a little wind. Humph! 

When I had cleaned up and gone to the kitchen, I wondered why it felt so warm in there. Then I remembered that when I washed the ankle-support last night and hung it to dry, I had increased the night-rate heater to help with the drying job, and had forgotten to turn it down again. Fancy that, me forgetting something. Haha!

I got the mushroom flavoured with some balsamic vinegar and Hoisin sauce, and got the slow cooker going. The finger ends were still getting the shakes and lack of feeling when I used them, especially when typing. And the sneezing spells kept showing up. Ah-well!

I must get a good shower t clean the crassulent body-mass, and scrub-up later, to save time in the morning. I shan’t do it too early so the shave will last longer.

7Sun11aI went on the TFZer Facebooking next. Plenty of knocks and bangs from above this morning?

Managed, hours and hours later, to complete a draught blog.

WD 0.0.255c Had a look to see if I could mend the rattling handlebar on the trolley-walker. Gave up again!

7Sun12Got the nosh prepared. Fries (Chips). Mushrooms and tomatoes. Ate nearly all of it, and had two slices of Polish Sourdough bread!

I turned off the computer and settled down with a drink of spring water.

Fell asleep for an hour or so.

WD 0.0.255c Put the TV on, but the headphones had broken and were not working!.

I decided it would be a good idea to ready things for the morning, and went through things I had to remember: Bus fare and times – Audio Clinic Cards, etc. Then I set about taking a shower shave etc.

WD 0.0.255c Which is when it all went wrong for me. I tried to fit the new sink plug, and realised I had bought the wrong size! Trying to mend the old one and gave myself a nasty slice cut on the thumb, that I can’t stop bleeding. Tried aftershave and Daktacort, then three plasters that were soaked straight away, and finally pads and giant plaster, then same again with soak pads underneath.

7Sun15Due to the shakes in the right hand, I reckon. Humph!

I put a plaster on it and continued shaving, teggies and took the shower. But the bleeding was unstoppable.

A right bloody mess all over the wetroom, shower curtain, WC and sink, walls… and me. You get the idea?

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The last dressing, I put on extra-tight.

I rang on Josie’s door to ask her if she had any plasters, as I have used all my stock up. Oy Vey! She suggested I keep my thumb-up. Hahaha!

WD 0.0.255c Huh, blood on the keyboard now. Huh!

I went on Facebook to report my lastest Whoopsedangleplop. Haha!

Well and genuinely tired-out now, but I think the bleeding is getting slower now.

Onto the £300 second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner, in search of sleep.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 7th May 2019: What a Whoopsiedangleplop Day, Oy Vey!

2Tue01

2019 May 07

Tuesday 7th May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 7 Mai 2019

03:40hrs: Good sleep for once. Woke and escaped the clutches of the highly appreciated £300 second-hand cir1968 rickety recliner with relative ease. Walked to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne without using the stick,  a mistake I found out later. Tsk! 

wd 0.10.0 The wee-weeing was much user-friendlier this time, with a bit like the old SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee) returning at last. The evacuation was far less messy as well. At this stage, I realised I must not get too confident, all the same. I nearly went over as the damned Axonotmesis affected ankle went on its side, and I am afraid to say, I uttered a couple of expletives I’ve not used for a while. Self Stupidity Recognition Mode Engaged! Only myself to blame for not using the stick, especially as the Ankle-Support was not on yet either! Oy Vey! Then I needed another wee-wee… Oh dearie me!

I think that I had had a dream last night as well, the first one I can recall since the Stroke – is that a good thing? It was vague, mind, I can’t remember any detail of it, just the sensation of having one.

I took the medications, and then made a brew of tea. With the smell lingering of the cheesy potatoes from last night. Hehe!

The legs were still stiff and the knees playing-up. However, I got the socks on without using the sock-glide, but it was too painful to try that again for a while. I might be expecting too much, too soon?

I got updating yesterdays blog and got it sent off to WordPress.Made another brew of tea, then went on the WordPress Reader. Next, I made a start on this post, while awaiting the arrival of a Carer to fit the Ankle-Support for me.

2Tue02The tea went cold again, so I got the stick and hobbled carefully to make another brew.

I then opened the unwanted new light and view-blocking new windows to take a shot of the view. It felt a bit nippy, but a fantastic slightly misty view to peruse, all the same.

Checked the Emails and replied to them. Jenny sent a nice one to me. I hope she will be back soon amongst us, and our little gossips can continue again.

The Carer should be here soon, and I can get mobile then after the Ankle-Support is fitted.  He arrived on time ten-minutes later. It was the same chap as Saturday and remembered the way to install the support. He was soon all done, I thanked him, and he departed.

Continued on blogging.

Got things ready, including the walker, for a bus ride to the City Centre, via a visit to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like China and other pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed.

All ready and set off out, taking two waste bags to the chute of the way out. Called at Doris’s, but no answer.

wd 0.10.0 Once on Chestnut Way, I thought I’d photograph the road and buildings. Ahem, No camera!

Back up to the flat and collected the camera, and down again. Took two shots left to right as I faced the flats.

1Mon06

A lovely day, and not too much traffic about yet. Got to the hut and a chinwag or two for twenty-minutes as we waited for the bus. Out to the bus stop.

wd 0.10.0 As I approached to get on the bus, I realised I did not have the bus pass with me! Dunderhead Class 1, Grade A!

Back up to the flat and picked up the pass. Then down to the hut again, taking a crossword book to do while waiting for the next bus, and a couple of completed books to hand in at a Charity Shop.

wd 0.10.0 When the bus arrived, I got on the wrong one!

A Self-Recrimination Mode was adopted. At least Margaret and Hubby found it funny as we nattered on our way to the City Centre. We joked about things, and Margaret suggested I go to the Alladin’s Cave, in Victoria Centre market, to see if they had any horns I cod fit to my three-wheeled trolley and some L- plates. Hahaha!

wd 0.10.0 The left handle worked lose when we moved over a bump. For some reason, this annoyed me muchly. Marge said to ask Eric (Cyndy’s other half), to take a look at the trolley bars.

Not one of my better days, especially following a great day yesterday. Grumph!

2Tue05 We dropped off in town, Margaret and Tom went into Wilko’s, and I made my way to the Victoria Centre Market. Up in a lift and to the Alladin’s Cave stall.

wd 0.10.0 But they did not stock any air-horns or learner-plates. So, down in the elevator and hobbled to the other end and the Tesco store.

wd 0.10.0 They had no pork-knuckle or milk loaves. Now I engaged a Proper-Fed-Up Mode!

Walked to the other end of the shopping centre and out and across the road to the Poundland shop. I got some nibble treats for raffle prizes at the Social Hour this Thursday.

2Tue06I dropped the books in the Age Concern Charity stop on Lincoln Street.

Then onto Clinton Street. Where I took this picture of the organ-box player and the cheerful passing Nottinghamians.

With cock-ups causing a late start and the trolley giving me grief, I decided to walk to the 2Tue07Slab Square, then up to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street to catch the bus home.

On Long Row, where Sheila said another stabbing had taken place over the holidays, a poster advertising the Magnificent Spiegeltent one day Circus was spotted, with the erection of the scene can be seen behind.

2Tue08Further along, at the corner of Queen/King Street, another sad sight of a closed down retail shop!

I took a firm grip on the wobbly trolley-walker and made my way up to the L9 bus stop. Where I met a lady who uses the bus regularly and we had a laugh and chinwagging session as we awaited the late arrival of the bus.

Queen Street looked a bit of a mess, and the unhappy Nottinghamians and Pavement Cyclist did not help.

2Tue10a

I took a close look at the advert on the waste bin. It promoted the 2019 Big Nottingham Spring Clean! Then noticed the bus shelter I was in, in need of some attention. Hehe!

2Tue11

Margaret and Hubby, along with Mary got on the bus at the next stop, and the five of us had a good laugh and chinwag en-route to the flats.

When we got off of the bus, Sheila and I had a chat with Nottingham City Home Unterofficer Patch Manager and Ballerina.

I got to the flat and had a much needed, SWWW.

Put the bits I’d bought away, and started to update this blog, and the phone rang. It was the Anticoagulant Nurse, she will be calling at 08:00hrs in the morning (Wednesday), to take a blood sample. Which is good, cause I have the Physio nurse calling at 09:30hrs, and an Axonotmesis nurse calling sometime as well. So that’s worked out for once!

Later, the phone tone burst forth again: “I’m at the back of yer house!” – “Who are you? – “Just eat KFC” – “I live in a flat!” – “F@~} me!” End of call! Hehehe!

Doris dropped off the book I’d loaned her. I got some small spuds in the saucepan.

Then got caught up on Facebooking and the TFZers.

2Tue23Got the medications taken and nosh served up.

Back to the lack of appetite-syndrome after yesterdays gobbling-up of all that meal. Left a lot of it, but I ate all of the Sicilian tomatoes and pork pie. The tasteless Spanish tom’s, the bread and the dessert were discarded.

Had a check on and talk with Doris.

Watched a TV programme, then had a shave and shower, into the night-attire.

A lousy day overall, too many brain freezes and Whoopsiedangleplops, far too many for my liking.

Humph!