Inchcockski – Tues 13 Aug 19: A decent little hobble photographicalisationing today. Didn’t do the stubbed-toe much good though. Hahaha!

2019 Aug 13

Political Humour

The policeman is the rarest!

Tuesday 13th August 2019

Icelandic: Þriðjudaginn 13. ágúst 2019

2Tue01WD 0.0.0. 1:10hrs: The stubbed middle toe was the reason for little sleep last night. So tender, anything that comes close to touching it, hurts! Haha!

I gave up any idea of trying to get back to slumberland. The extraction of the cumbersome wobbly body from the £300 second-hand, c1968, unappealingly-dour, beige-coloured, currently on strike, rickety, recliner, was done exceptionally obnixely, and with care. I wanted to avoid any Accifauxpas and or further toe-stubbing at all costs.

The mind was still in the same state as it was last night, obnubilated and worry-filled. A wee-wee was taken in the used-just-once overnight, EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), and it was of the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) variety. The hand-washing was hung up to dry. I was taking great care as I moved about, to avoid any toe-stubbings! I took the medications with spring water. No health checks were done.

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It looks like a new sphygmomanometer and thermometer will be needed. Made brew of Yorkshire Tea. The flavour of the tea has not been up to par over the last few days. Perhaps it is with the upgrading of the water system? Or, of course, it could be my innards or taste-buds?

WD 0.0.0. Off to use the 2Tue02Porcelain Throne. What an ultra-messy affair! Things had softened a lot, yet still, the pain in passing remains? The hand was starting to shake a little, hence the terrible photo of the bruised middle toe. I think the toe next to the big one must have got a stubbing along with the centre toe?

I cleaned things and myself up, and returned to the kitchen to collect the tea, took it carefully with me to the front-junk-office-bedroom, and started the computer.

I updated the Monday post and got it sent off. The fingers and hands were not playing up much at all? But I was concerned, that with the odd tremble in the right leg, it might burst forth into a full-blown Neuropathic Schuhplattler routine. All was well, though, up to now. I dreaded to think of the pain from the stubbed toe if the limb did start dancing. Oy Vey! It is a rarity for shaking, stomping and dance routine to activate, though. I think it has only done it around ten-times since the stroke in total. So, I must stop fretting!

WD 0.0.0. I tried adding some photographs to the Pinterest site, but it never told me of any problems, the photos just didn’t appear? The Liberty-Global Virgin Media box had its lights flashing and the occasional slowing down. But I don’t know why this problem persisted. I gave up with trying to upload in the end.

Made a start on this post. Got as far as here, and had another LRWS wee-wee. Washed the hands and made another mug of tea, determined to drink this one! Huh! I took care not to stub anything when moving around. But the EQ told me, it would come again, the moment I lost concentration. Damned EQ!

Got the ablutions done. A good session, no toe-stubbing, (that had been done earlier, Tsk!) I wore the middle-size bamboo socks, to avoid the daily morning battle with the sock-glide, I can usually manage to get this pair on without the torture-glide farce. No shower taken, I had a stand-up wash this morning, being as I was going out early, to avoid the noise. The dropsies were increased a bit, mind; Twice the soap went, once with a little venom and flew off into the shower via the wall! The toothpaste tube, the razor, and the ear-sprayer also abscondicated. Hey-ho!

It was time to use the waste chute then, so I put the bags down and returned to get the three-wheeler and empty jars to take down with me. The original plans for me to go to Asda (Walmart) in Arnold, were waylaid on my way down in the elevator. I decided to go to the Continental shop in Sherwood, and the Lidl store in Carrington, thus allowing myself a decent hobble, before the weather turns nasty, if it does as they say it will, starting tomorrow! I just can’t recall which shop I bought the yoghourt covered rice cakes from. But I think it was from the Ozan store. High winds and showers warning on the radio (Not the wind and rain, I mean the message! Hahaha!)

2Tue03I placed the jar in the recycle bin on the way out. I threw a good morning to the caretaker, Steve, I think, but I didn’t hear what was offered in reply.

I took a half-decent picture of Winwood Heights from Chestnut Way, near to the Winchester Court Flats. And made my along to Winchester Street.

2Tue04WD 0.0.0. I was most impressed with workmen’s ingenuity in creating a genuine piece of Nottinghamian Street Art near the corner of the roads, using the signs and broken barriers that they had been removing. The subtle originality in doing this; are they have covered up the fractured sewer access hole at the same time! Very impressive, lads!

2Tue05WD 0.0.0. The mystery rusty white Mercedes van was still their, along with several other vehicles, parked right on the pedestrian’s footpath.

So I had to walk down the middle of the road again! I still think it just might be a stolen van that has been dumped. It’s been there for about three weeks, I guess.

I was once again, in an unaccountably, unwonted decent frame of mind. Found myself singing some Elvis and Cliff Richard 1960’s hit songs as I plodded down the hill. Which took me back and the memories flooded into my grey cells. Good and bad ones!

2Tue06WD 0.0.0.I was nearly on Mansfield Road realising I had got that far yet (I hope that makes sense?).

A little more Nottinghamiam Street Art on the corner of Dornoch Avenue. Whoever had hit the post, had a left a pretty display of glass, with some red light plastics scattered around. Hehehe!

2Tue07I went into the Ozan International Food Centre store. I could not find any of the yoghourts covered rice cakes, so I asked the young, tall, thick, appealing, attractive, highly desirous lady if they sold them. But they didn’t. So, maybe it must be Lidl then?

Or was it Asda, after all? Tsk!

2Tue15I bought some cakes and lemon baguettes for Jenny, Deana, Julie and Josie for a treat.

I can drop them off on the way home for them.

The weather was perfect for a hobble, and I took a really steady one, along Mansfield Road and into Carrington.

2Tue08I was still taking extra-care because of the stubbed-toe, and not wanting to trap it again on the three-wheeler trolley wheels!

Better safe than sorry. The pain from the toe got no worse, despite all the limping along I did. I was getting a bit of a decent pace going as well.

2Tue09WD 0.0.0. The same ignorant, supercilious, self-centred, arrogant shit-head, who did it on yesterday, came from behind and swerved around me. Making me jump. The bombastic, nasty, superior acting, uncaring, maleficent, pernicious, sanguinary, truculent, slob, carried on doing the same to other people as he cycled on into the distance. But it didn’t bother me! Humph!

2Tue23Over the hill and down to Carrington. Where I was greatly cheered when I met Big John outside the laundry on Mansfield Road. We had a great chinwag. He said he’d come to see me soon, at the flat.

So, I took my newly inflated ego to the Lidl Store. Which might explain why I bought so much stuff!

Nibbles for the Social Hour, beef pasties, sweets, Japanese rice snacks, Bavarian ham. To along with the cakes I got from the Continental shop. I paid up and left to catch a bus back up to Sherwood. Oh, I found the milk chocolate and yoghourt covered rice cakes in Lidl. Not cheap, but so delightful tasting!

2Tue18On the bus, I found the self-serve till receipt had an extra bt on it, for a copy of the Sun newspaper? Mmm!

I was soon back in Sherwood and alighting the bus. I had a walk around window shopping at first, as there was plenty of time before the L9 bus was due to arrive. There were two chaps sat on a bench. Both profoundly involved in their mobile phones. The younger one started his e-cigarette going. The smoke encouraged the older gentleman to say something to him, swear at him (I heard that, a four-letter word!), and turn his back to him Hahaha!

2Tue11

I called into the Wilko store and bought a bottle of their fabric freshener with the Y-Lang scent, that I am so fond of. They did not have saucepans in stock!

I called in two of the charity shops, to see if they had any small saucepans with lids. But they hadn’t got any either.

Up to the bus stop. No fellow tenants in the shelter. When the bus arrived, there was only one who I knew to say hello to, was on the vehicle?

Back at the complex, only five residents were waiting for the bus, and they all needed the outward bound L9. I chatted to a couple of Winchesteronaian’s, then made my way to the new Obersturmbannführeresses Office in Winwood Centre, to hand over their nibbles. But the holding-cell was locked up. So, I decided to use the new walk-through corridor back to the Woodthorpe Court.

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Up to the apartment, and called at Josie’s to hand her the treats. I got in the flat and got some potatoes simmering to use to make the cheesies later for the nosh.

2Tue19No demand for any wee-weeing. Which was worrying!

A letter and form from the local constabulary had been posted through the door.

I made a brew, then got the updating of this blog started.

2Tue20It was slow going, and a bit of a grind is today’s updating.

So I went out on the balcony, to take some photographs, while the sun was out. I took the first one, through the bottom half of the glass on the terrace. I didn’t risk life, limb and losing any more chunks of a finger on the metal spring clip that need pushing and pulling at the 2Tue21same time to open the end window.

I went to the kitchen next, and opened a window, one of the thick-framed, light and view-blocking ones, with the glass that cannot be reached safely for cleaning; and took this zoomed-in photograph. It really looks like another country.

2Tue24Got the nosh prepared. Bit of a feast this time. The cheesy potatoes were made with a drop of vinegar, and onion salt, using Leicester Red cheese. At least today, I got it all enjoyed and eaten. A worthy 7/10 for Flavour Rating. I watched Rumpole of the Bailey on TV, while I was dealing with the coenaculous activities (eating).

The clearing and cleaning up afterwards was an arduous task. The potato mix didn’t have any butter in it today, and the spoons and forks used to do the mixing and mashing were unbelievably sticky and hard to remove! Tsk!

2Tue22I got the handwashing done and hung to dry, and went for a wee-wee.

WD 0.0.0. The super-stubbed middle left toe’s bruising/bleeding seemed to be going a two-tone purple shade. Made an interesting change. Hehe!

I got the medications out ready for taking later, into the £30 second-hand recliner, and it appears, swiftly fell asleep!

07:30hrs: When I awoke with a bit of a jump, it was already light, and the brain panicked, and the body almost of its own accord, extracted itself from the rickety recliner, and the grey bucket was utilised for a remarkably forceful ELPSOA (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-Allover) wee-wee.

Feeling unexpectedly tired and heavy-eye-lidded, I went to make a brew and take the morning medications. During which, I noticed last nights doses in their pot, and for a few seconds, confusion reigned.

WD 0.0.0. Ah, things fell into place then! It was not 07:30hrs, but 19:30hrs! I had not overslept. I had only been asleep for an hour! No wonder I was feeling so tired! What a Meshugener!

I took the evening pills, got a home-made drink of orange and spring water, and got the computer on, to update this blog.

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Turned things off then back on. No good! Tried the reset button, no luck! Turned everything off and back on again, and Mr Fries Liberty-Global Internet came back on.

Ten-minutes or so later…

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Is there no authority that can bring these expensive, lying, untouchable, money and wealth greedy, con-men to book, for their lies, false claims and lack of decency and morality? No, I suppose not! If there were one, people like Fries,  Jan du Plessis, BT Internet, Trista Harrison, Talk-Talk etc. would probably have wangled or bribed their way onto the board of any regulators as well. Gnash!

Things, Fries-wise restarted of its own accord, but it was so slow!

I had run out of templates, so set about making some up in advance. Went on CorelDrawing first. To make the graphics.

Then back to WordPress, to get the blog templates set up for a couple of days.

Midnight approaches, TTFNski!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 20th July 2019:

2019 July 20

2019 July 21

Saturday 20th July 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 20 Gorffennaf 2019

WD 0.0.30b 23:45hrs: Somehow or other, this morning, I woke up and found I was relieving myself using the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), and what another change in modes this one was. This did not need any acronym, two words will do: Long-Sensationless wee-wee! And, of course, this style can be dodgy for me knowing when things have stopped… or not! Haha! But, I could not remember actually getting out of the £300, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured, sometimes-working, c1969, near-dilapidated, rickety, uncomfortable recliner, or getting the walking stick either? I found this almost traumatic and off-putting. But the brain soon forgot all about it when the need to use the Porcelain Throne arrived. 

WD 0.0.30b I made my way with the walking-stick in hand, and the evacuation was a repeat of the last two. Reluctant, and when things moved, so slowly, there was no way of stopping it. Painful in the extreme again! Am I doing right in taking the Senna tablets? Mind you, if I didn’t, I might be in a bigger mess?

WD 0.0.30b5Sat01 Then the simple, but the confused brain, decided I should have a clean-up and get the hand-washing done, so I did! As I was putting the towel on the rack, I spotted some fresh-looking blood, only tiny spots on the material. I had a look around everywhere, cause there was no pain at all anywhere, ah, the pins again! I’m sure that I was not scratching at it still last night?

5Fri10Then again, I can’t recall my getting out of the recliner this morning either?

I took the medications, then made a brew of the Glengettie tea.

I started to wash the togs, only a t-shirt and pair of bamboo socks and noticed I’d not taken the antacid medicine. I placed it on the side of the sink to remind me not to forget.

WD 0.0.30b Then, as I rinsed the togs out, I knocked the bottle into the bowl of disinfectant and liquid soapflakes I was emptying! After closer inspection of the receptacle, it seems the cap had held tight, and no water had gone in the bottle. Luck? Me? Unnatural this is! Of course, I’m hoped after taking the four-gulps, that I had not made a mistake. Tsk! (Things were okay later, though!) Luck? Me? Unnatural this is!

5Sat02I took a photo with the Nikon camera, of the lights still on, outside. I tried again to take a panoramic shot, but the hands were not free from shaking, and the shoulder was jiggling quite often. But the still shot, I look, pleased me. Swank Mode Engaged! 

Then I got on the computer with the mug of tea at hand and started to update the Friday post. The hands, fingers and shoulder’s involuntary jumping and dancing increased in severity, on and off all the time now. They were not doing it for long at a time, though. The leg has not had a shuffle, stamp or tried to do the hokey-cokey at all today yet, and it usually does this every morning to some degree? Luck? Me? Unnatural this is!

I eventually got the Friday Diary finished, and went to make another mug of tea. I had to have another wee-wee, this time an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee).

Then I started photo album loading and visited the TFZ Facebook. That took a while, but I enjoyed it.

I made a start on this blog next. As I got to download the photographs, I was taking some off of both SD cards, the damned hand and fingers kicked off big time, and I dropped the SD card!

WD 0.0.30b I could not find the torch anywhere, although I was sure where it was. But it wasn’t (Does this ever happen to you? Hehe!) As for finding the gone astray, abscondicated missing SD card, I thought it might have fallen into the waste bin. So I carefully went methodically through all of the contents a little at a time. No luck!

6Sat01WDA black WD 0.0.30b So, I had to get down on my knees, and searched under the cabinet (which I needed the torch for, Tsk!), and failed to find it. As I was getting up, using the method the nurses had explained to me, the shin of the right leg had stuck to the carpet, in the blood! As I shuffled along on my knees, the lesions must have been scraped and opened up. Didn’t half-sting when I tried to get to my feet. Hehehe! It took some effort and discomfort for me to get back upright, but the main thing I was concerned about was where the flipping card could have got to! I knew it had the photograph of the morning view and felt it was a decent one, too, That wrangled me! I had to take another wee-wee in the grey bucket, and what a one it was, it was totally different again. This one was an ELSOA (Extra-Long-Spraying-Out-Allover) type. While I was waiting for things to end, I spotted the SD card on the carpet where I had been bent down searching for it! How I had missed it, I don’t know. Perhaps it had stuck to the blood and dropped off as I was getting up again? I don’t know! I was worried it might have been damaged and got it in the reader straight away. Phew, it worked!

Pain 01L WD 0.0.30b I know the nerve-end dying, and other ailments have me at a disadvantaged position. Yet I still feel that the Boss in the sky, was being discriminatory in giving me such a teensy-weensy, itsy-bitsy, puny, miniature manhood to start with, allocates me to two battling parents, a Mother who ran away, then arranges for me to get shot, be made redundant several times and grants me little wisdom! I struggled financially and with depression into retirement, with Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger,  Kidney Stone Kevin, failing eyesight, going deaf, Shingles Shiela, then I was given a Hernia, all before I retired! Then, he adds Colin Cramps. Removes any signs of positiveness within me, masticates my memory, blesses me a worrying capability that brings on frustrations and depression.

Then cruelly lets more wicked ‘ailments’ free on me to enjoy over my twilight years: three muggings, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Aorta Heart valve replacement, Peripheral Neuralgia, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, Peripheral Neuralgia, Axonotmesis, Lethologica and this year, a Stroke. I could get depressed, you know! Hehehe!

He makes my flat the only one that gets a mass invasion of Evil Boll Weevils for seven months. The sole unit which gets his power cut off by sub-contracting electricians, allows a new intercom to be fitted that I cannot hear (Along with many more tenants!), so I miss the INR Warfarin nurse calling and no message or interest from the doctor about it! My flat’s the only one that the plasterer destroys furniture and carpets! Gives me windows that need a stepladder to clean and see out off and fall off of the steps! A metal spring clip opener on the balcony, that need pushing and pulling at the same time, and has had a few chunks out of my finger already…

Still, Rumpole of the Bailey and Red Dwarf are to be shown again next month! Hehehe!

Got the ablutions done, without any cuts, sock-glide-battles, knocks, falling off of anything, banging into anything, or stubbed toes. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

6Sat05WDA black I got back on with this blog, and realise the time was getting on. So I got the ready-sliced mushrooms, to rinse and get them in the slow-cooker. The flamming dancing hands and arm began… and the just washed mushrooms hit the deck, and came out of the tray upside down (Of course). Grobbleknobwits!

I made up two templates for future use with the graphics done earlier. Must rush, I’ve got some peppers to give to the social to sell later. But I changed my mind, and put some away for Jenny and Josie later on. I took the black bags to the waste chute. Put the jars in the three-wheeled trolley.

WD 0.0.30b Called at Josie’s on the way out, but no answer.

This is the round-about route I took.

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6Sat07Dropped empty sauce jars in the glass recycling bin with the umpteen wine, whisky, Gin, bottles etc. already on there. But this week I did not see any Absynth bottles. Haha!

Took this snap of Winwood and Winchester Courts along Chestnut way.

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I spotted some BT Media vans near the traffic island. The first bus is due in about 50-minutes, that could be an exciting altercation twist the bus drivers and the BT pretend engineers. I’m not biased, of course. My past experience of BT’s couldn’t care less attitude and the superior, smug way they ignored me, it well remembered. Unfortunately, I went onto Virgin Media after that. Humph! A born Loser Me!

Then I called in the cabin and handed some nibbles out. The capsicums didn’t last long! Well, they were fresh and free! I must remember to take some up for Jenny later and give Josie a couple if I can catch her. I really thought I had ordered tomatoes, not peppers! This is the reason I’m going out today, to get some so that Josie and I do not go without. But, no contact with Josie, so I still do not know if the gal would like her meal today or tomorrow, and at what time. It’s like this every weekend. Not her fault, she is just like me. Either can’t hear the bells or goes out and forgets to let me know. A note though my door, saying when she would like her nosh, something like, ‘Saturday 13:00hrs this week’, is all it would take. And it would save me so much hassle. But I do understand and empathise about forgetfulness. I do love making a nosh for the gal! Bless her. Nemo Mortalium Horis Sapit!

6Sat08WD 0.0.30b I spotted some Nottinghamian Street Art as I walked along to Winchester Street. We can’t usually see this in the week, as the place is packed with contractors vehicles and block the view as well as the pavement.

Looks like a sewer entrance of some sort, but I don’t know. Only guessing at what it might be. It seems some equipment was down there. Glad the full power of Health & Safety procedure was 6Sat09followed… well a traffic cone was dropped on top of the hole! I kept well back from it!

WD 0.0.30b As I turned the corner, the same van was on the pavement, blocking access again. No room to get through, so out onto the road with the trolley I had to go. No idea who’s it is, but there were enough nibbles and drinks in the cab, to have kept me going for a year or more. Hahaha!

6Sat10WD 0.0.30b A little further along down the hill, and I decided to stay on the road until I got beyond a load of seeds and pods on the sidewalk.

They make a mess of the trolley wheels, and some always, inevitably get traipst into the flat afterwards!

6Sat11The three-wheel trolley-guide just does no like going downhill at all!

I got back on the pavement a little further down the road. But I remembered yesterday mess accrued on the four-wheeled guide, and that has smaller wheels. Mind you, the brakes work better than the ones do on this one. When 6Sat12I say work better, I mean are not so bad!

I got to the bottom of Winchester Street, as the wind started to blow strongly. I noticed the Big Issue lady, the one with two or three mobile phones, was not there today. Her orange chair was, so I kept an eye out for her, so I could avoid her if possible.

WD 0.0.30b They were having some sort of art and craft stalls on the pavement today, getting through to the Co-op store was not easy, especially with the booths and this trolley and the worsening wind! I got in the Co-op, and food trays blocked my way! Tsk! I had to walk to the end of the shop and back up another aisle to get to the tomatoes, and the shredded cheese. Which was on offer if you bought two packs. And still dearer 6Sat13than Asda’s at their regular price per pack! Bought the tomatoes, the chap on the checkout was so laid-back, I thought he might be on drugs or booze? Haha!

“Touch of jealousy creeping in there?”

I noticed some more stallholders on the other side of the road as I walked up Mansfield Road. I’d decided to make it a circular mini-hobble, 6Sat14and return via Woodthorpe Grange Park. I’m glad I did. I felt sorry for the merchants, as I do the shopkeepers in Sherwood. I believe that precious few of them are making a profit from their retail units.

Up and over the hill, down to the park gates. By Jiminy Cricket, the wind was blowing much 6Sat15stronger now. But it was not a cold one.

A quarter of the way up the footpath, and not many folks about. Although some dogs taking their owners for a walk did pass by. Haha!

WD 0.0.30b Avoiding grit, leaves, petals and seeds from the trees getting onto the trolley, was mission impossible.

6Sat16About half the way up the incline, there is a next of trees, that always draws my attention and admiration. Two years or so ago, the old trees were on the verge of dying. In fact, one did, and is still laying there, between the other trees that have recovered. Thanks to the hard work from the Nottingham City Council Park Workers. Bootiful! 

6Sat17To the top, and right down the gravel path. This got the wind up me! The trolley was controlled and didn’t tip or blow over; but that was pure luck more than judgement, I’m sure!

The wind was howling now. I carefully took a picture of the Winwood Heights Complex. It came out alright, despite the wind and shaking 6Sat18hands and elbow!

WD 0.0.30b The trees and bushes were being blown about something awful. I took this photograph because I thought it would catch a view of how bad the wind was.

WD 0.0.30b My journey down the gravel path became something of a nightmare for me. The flaming leg started dancing, controlling the trolley and not falling over, was as difficult as it ever has been. Although the wind nearly had me over, and the leg stayed in dancing mode all the way to the bottom of the slope, before settling down.

Home. Foyer note, Note on panel, Many intercoms not working.

Called at Josies, no reply.

Cleaned the three-wheeler, wheels, making more mess as I did so. Humph!

Updating the blog for a while then called a Josie’s, she answered, she’s been out. She’ll be going out with her Sisters for a dinky-poo and nibble in an hour or so. So, no meal needed today. I can delivery it tomorrow at 12:00hrs. She looked in good health today, I’m glad to say. I’ll get her nosh, with the smoked mackerel fillets done, in the morning. All my pleasure. 

6Sat18aGot my nosh going. Potatoes, boiling them this time, them I mashed them up with some Leicester Cheese and brown them off in the oven, the freshly podded peas, sliced tomatoes and mushrooms, a can of the tuna chunks in brine (I’m so glad that Josie put me on to this food, they taste super-duper!). And three battered fish fingers, done in the oven when I browned off the cheesy potatoes!

6Sat19A naughtykins Limoncello as dessert made a feast worthy of another 9/10 Flavour Rating! I got the pots washed up, as the weariness slowly grew.

A wee-wee, of equal longest-ever duration, was taken. I’d forgotten what I was to do next by the time it had finished, and judging when that was, was hit and miss! An LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling) wee-wee, messy!

One Hell of a Dizzy Dennis-spell came over me as I was taking the medications. The longest one I’ve ever had, I think. Frit me a bit! Then, suddenly back to normal. A most peculiar sensation.

As I began to move from where I was stood in the corner of the kitchen (in case I went over during the funny spell), the heavens opened up with a vengeance. For a few minutes, it was like a thunderstorm, without thunder. (Another gem of a phrase from the autodidactic old Nottinghamian Pensioner!) Before you could say, Jack Robinson, it stopped altogether, and 30-seconds later, it was back to full flow? A minute after that, it stopped altogether.

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I thought I’d have a look at what was on the TV… but this was prevented by Mr Steven ($17m salaried) Fries!

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So, I put the TV on, to look at the Virgin Media supplied TV Guide. Nope, that was off too! Perhaps the little short storm, had affected something? It makes me sick, when I see the advertisements for various frauding companies, about ‘Super Fast Broadband’ – they should be banned! Phwert!

Got the head down, and I stewed inwardly.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 2nd July 2019:

Political EU

But it Doesn’t bother me at all! Oh, no!

2019 July 03

Tuesday 2nd July 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 2 Gorffennaf 2019

4:05hrs. I woke, still feeling tired, but this was soon forgotten, when I realised the need for the Porcelain Throne was urgent, top-priority and as ineluctable, as it was! I got hold of the walking stick, and grudgingly freed my voluminous flobby-body from the clutches of the near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, £300 second-hand, sometimes working, dangerous, but comfortable recliner. I was off to the wet room to satisfy my needs.

To my surprise, the brain had retained a modicum of cerebricity, for I remembered to take the stick with me, and to carefully avoid any toe-stubbing against the WC seat-riser’s metal legs!

wd 0.0.255 The evacuation was a painful, unwilling effort again, and much blood flowed and needed cleaning up afterwards. Perhaps the INR level had gone up, at least I assumed it had, because Harold’s  Haemorrhoids, were not the cause of the bleeding. After sorting out the cleansing of the room and myself, I took a wee-wee, and what a different type this time. A WYPSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Persistent-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee). A new kind of variety this one! More cleaning up had to be done again! Tsk!

2Tue04No sooner had got into the kitchen, and another wee-wee was needed.

I used the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket). This time around, the action was of an RDDWW (Reluctant-Drip-Drip-Wee-Wee). Well, it saves me getting bored!

2Tue06A wash and I took a photo out through the thick-framed, light & view blocking, multi-glass paned that can’t be reached for cleaning, and the step ladders are needed to view down below, in the event of a fire alarm activation that I can’t hear new windows anyway.

2Tue05T’was a red sky on the horizon this morning.

I got on with the Health Checks and took the medications. The ageing sphygmomanometer I bought from Boots, the one that said ‘Made in India’ on the box, and ‘Made in China’ on the actual machine, worked at the third attempt. The results looked fine to me. Sys 147, Dia 73, Pulse 79 and the Temperature was 35.1°c.

Well, well, another wee-wee! And a different mode too. This one was of the SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-Wee-Wee) variety. At least there was no pain with it. Haha!

wd 0.0.255 Oh dear! Back to the Porcelain Throne. (I decided on no going out today, to avoid any getting caught -short!) The same again this time, hard, painful work to free the reluctant mass!

wd 0.0.255 As I started the computer, the Peripheral Neuropathy stimulated dancing and jumping began in the hands and shoulder! The timing was terrible, just as I was about to start on creating page headers in CorelDraw. By the time that I’d got one graphic done, and updated the Monday post and sent it off – about six-hours had passed! And a varied mixture of about six wee-wees had been taken!

As I went to make a brew, carefully though, the hand and shoulder that gave me so much hassle in doing the blog up, were still prancing about to their heart’s content! Grumph! Sorry-for-myself=mode adopted!

2Tue07I had started to feel a bit weak or tired, just delicate, and the mind was becoming a little vague. This worried me.

When I noticed the insect bites, blood papsules, blotches, whatever they were, had increased on the lower arm?

I felt the need for yet another Porcelain Throne Visit arising. So off to the wet room, what still had 2Tue08the aroma lingering from the last visit. Hehe!

The Porcelain Throne alarm was a false one this time?

I must admit, when I was washing the dandies and looked in the mirror, it was not precisely a very encouraging sight to see. I seem to have gone all pale and blotchy in the face, again. I was unsure of whether or not, to call, phone or see the Doctor, or dial 111? Hehehe!

I continued with beginning this post, up to now, then went onto CorelDraw to do some more templates. But it was hard, slow and frustrating work with the dancing digits. After an hour or two, and three wee-wees, I needed another. I visited the wet room this time, so I could take a look at how the pallid face was going on. But I didn’t feel too bad in myself.

2Tue09Ablutions were done, and I got ready to go out. 

I spotted a couple walking their dogs in the bottom field. They went up and into the tree Copse, and a twinge of jealously irked me!

I wondered; I don’t suppose I’ll ever manage to be fit enough to have another beloved hobble through this tree copse, again? Sulk-Mode Adopted!

I took a photo, well, the nubilous sky demanded it.

2Tue10aI found myself doing some nephelococcygia (The act of seeking and finding shapes in clouds) for ages. I kept thinking I could make out a face in them, then losing it again.

A final wee-wee before I left to get the L9 bus down the hill to Sherwood. It turned out to be of the WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee), which needed some cleaning up afterwards.

12:30hrs: Off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

As I got out of the lift, Jenny’s Frank arrived. And taking his photo, a half-decent one became a problem. The hands and fingers started dancing, and Frank wouldn’t stay still at first. Hehe!

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We had a chinwag, and I hobbled out to the shed. Only a few folks inside, but plenty out at the bus stop. Who, after natter, I joined for a gossip and earwigging session. Joycie arrived. She was meeting up with her  Sisters for a drinking and laugh, in Nottingham. I intended to go down on the Arnold bound bus to get some fresh garden peas and bread.

wd 0.0.255 But, 2Tue12cI got on the wrong bus! Hard to believe even for me, the number of times I’m doing this lately! So, no Sherwood. I got off on Woodborough Road and limped along to the Aldi store.

I came out with Soughdough baguettes, lemon mini-muffins, peas, some lemon yoghourts, vinegar and something 2Tue12dI tried for the first time; Halloumi Fries. I’ll try these tonight, fingers crossed on what they taste like.

Paid at the tills, no shaking fingers, arms, leg or shoulder there today, unlike last Sunday’s palava a2Tue12end embarrassment! No involuntary external dancing at all today – and I hope that is the way it stays.

I walked along Woodthorpe Road, towards and down Woodthorpe Rise, and the L9 bus stop.

2Tue12fWhile waiting for the bus, one of the dangerous Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists came by, and hit the trolley with her pedals as she passed me! Humph!

A lady I often talk with on the bus arrived, and we chatted. She got off two stops later, and I went down to the Winwood Heights Complex.

I walked to the flats with a lady tenant, and we had a laugh and natter as we did so.

In the flat, I was again in a weary state, so early as well? A wee-wee and I got the meal cooking. Taking care not to fall asleep while doing it. Ahem!

2Tue12gWell, what a feast I had! The Halloumi slices were wonderfully seasoned, the beef pasty great, along with the tomatoes, sliced potatoes, and garden peas. A lemon mini-muffin and jar of lemon yoghourts went down well, too. The overall flavour rating was 8.2/10.

A wee-wee, a wash and a change of togs to nightwear, which means I got some fresh PP’s on, and everything else off. Scary, I know, Sorry!

2Tue14wd 0.0.255 I found out I’d left the Brunswick smoked ham out of the fridge on Sunday, and had put it in the biscuit box, instead! Spit and bother, I hate myself at times!

The World Cup, Ladies Semi final, twixt England and the USA, began. After much-biased cursing, a penalty retracted by Var, Bookings, a penalty given wrongly by VAR, a late sending off by the Brazilian officials. (The Brazil that since 1970, where over 700,000 square kilometres (270,000 sq mi) of the Amazon rainforest have been destroyed. Just thought I’d mention it). No doubt about it though, the best team won – oh did I not mention it? America won 2-1.

Today, the other semi-final between the Netherlands and Sweden will take place. Then on Sunday, the final. I will transfer my support to the American’s now. Netherland (Amsterdam counts about 250 coffee-Drug-shops and most of them are located in the Red Light District. From psychedelic to hipster-ish but also from very local ones to more touristic places, each of Amsterdam coffeeshops has its own atmosphere. You will surely find one that suits you perfectly. They are not only to smoke weed. They are real social places where you can easily meet people and spend some good times with friends. Watching TV, playing chess or card games and much more can be done here. And always in a very relaxing way) will play Sweden (They have an outright, zero-tolerance policy ban on the possession, sale, transport, and cultivation of cannabis, including for medical use). Given that Britain had been unable to prevent the successful invasion by Nazi Germany of both France and Norway, the Swedish government was not convinced that the British could protect them and opted to continue exports. The iron ore provided much needed gold bullion, food and coal from Germany.

So, there you are, Druggies v Abstainers in the semi-final of the world cup. I’ve no idea what this means, and little interest in the match, either. But whichever team wins, I just want them to lose against America. Bias? Me? Yes!

3Wed01awd 0.0.255 Yet another little sleep night. Again I tried all the tips from the stroke ward hospital. Put a hat on to hide the light. Think of happier times, (well I spent hours trying to find one! Hehe!). Breathing deeply. Avoided nicotine. Do exercises, I did! Turn the heating off, it was already off! Very late on, when I eventually nodded off.

Hence, I didn’t get up until around 03:30hrs, and could not get back to kip again… Schmuck! Life, is becoming of a little less value, nowadays. Haha!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 22nd June 2019: Whopsiedangleplopitis today!

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2019 June 22

Saturday 22nd June 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 22 Mehefin 2019

02:35hrs. I wok5Fri24e with a determination, rekindled, reignited, rejuvenated, to stop my ever-increasing weight the last few days! Perhaps I’d been dreaming about it, but I cannot recall for sure. I was confident that the oleogustusness of the body had shot up, (not surprising eating meal such as last nights veritable feast – photo right), as I freed the torso from the £300, c1968, ancient, grotty beige coloured rickety recliner. So sure, that I decided to weigh myself, expecting the worse.

As I was using the stick to gain my balance and get up, it became evident that the need for a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne meant a diversion to the wet room. The damaged toe was far less bother and painful this morning, but I still tried to take care not to have toe-stubbings anymore than I could! No dancing leg, shoulder or arm, cheered me up a tad. But the hand was playing up a bit. Which did cause me some worry. As I got myself gently settled onto the Porcelain Throne. (Naturally, Hehe!) The evacuation went well, only the slightest spot of bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, and things were far less messy.

WD 0.0.255c Then a wash and off to the spare (junk) room to weigh my enormously elephantine wobbly body. The mystery of the disappearing scales confused me for a while. After faffling around searching, moving the three and the four-wheeled trolleys, stacks of boxes of Protection Pants, knocking over one of the metal hanger racks, and picking up the togs and replacing them, I found the scales. They were nestled in a corner, under a pile of clothes to take to the Charity Shop? I dug them out and adjusted the setting, so they were correct, and cautiously stood on them… Well, it was not a bad as I thought it would be,  but still up on the last weighing. Although lower than before the stroke, at 14st-9lb. So, the stone I’d lost had gone down to about 9-10lb, I think. So, today onwards, I must try to eat a little less, every bit uneaten must be to my advantage? Semi-Guilty-Mode adopted.

Back to the wet room, for another wee-wee, and what a wee-wee this one was! I didn’t time it, but it must have been close to a record time-wise. But it was only trickling out 6Sat01again, and stinging a bit as it did so. A new classification for this one, a DTPLWW (Dribbling-Trickling-Painful-Long-Wee-wee) Humph!

WD 0.0.255c I took a picture of the poor old stubbed-toe, not an excellent one, mind, the fingers and hands untimely started jumping and the electric-shock-like dancing at that time. Tsk! 

Then, I noticed a concern that 6Sat09bothered me a smidge. It looked like the ankle ulcer was coming back. Well, it looked like it to me, I could see the colouring coming on like it did last and the first time. I could feel the same tingling sensation from it as before, just before the growth bursting out?

Fingers-crossed that I am wrong. Mind you, if I recall it rightly, that time, it took me two weeks to get to see the Doctor, who got nurse Ann to bandage it, telling me not to go back, but replace the cream and bandage myself. Made an appointment at some Health Centre, the first one that can see me and is free will be used. Four weeks later, I got a letter appointment to go to the Mary Potter Health Centre, the date was in another fortnight. So, after the leg ulcer appeared, they had like a shot, got me an appointment within two months! Hahaha! Not funny, really, is it? The ulcer had all but cleared up by the time I got there (Which was a struggle, with the clinic not having a bus service that goes near it, Huh!). Then they diagnosed the Axonotmesis and Peripheral Neurosis nerve damage, told me there was nothing they could do about it, and eventually, I will lose the use of the leg and possibly the arm and hand as well. There is no diacatholicon. I remember thanking them! I got myself side-tracked and waffled on a bit there, Sorry!

6Sat10Got the health-checks done and medications taken.

The readings looked much betterer this jolly sunshine-coming-out morning. With, Sys 120, Dia 64, Pulse 74 and Temperature at 34.9°c: Decent looking figures for once?

A bit of a red sky showing. ‘Red sky in the 6Sat06morning, Shepherds Warning’ – I checked on the weather for today on Google. Possible thunderstorms around 16:00 hrs! But not much rain until the early hours of tomorrow morning.

I got on with updating the Friday Inchcock Today. Not too hard a job, the dancing and jumping from the hands, fingers, arm and shoulder was not too bad at the moment. And with so few photographs to publish, I got it done and sent off in almost a record time.

WD 0.0.255c I had to go for a wee-wee, I was using the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket) by now. They were all of the new DTPLWW (Dribbling-Trickling-Painful-Long-Wee-wee) variety, this one had a tiny bit of blood in it. I may have caught ‘something’ against the top edge, though. 

I hand-washed the t-shirt and, left them soaking for a while.

I went to make a brew, and about to take a few shots out through the unwanted, dangerous, hard-to-reach and clean kitchen windows, the ones with the thick plastic light & view-blocking frames, and changed my mind. I went out on the balcony to take a few shots of the Sunday morning views without a single tellurian in sight.

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WD 0.0.255c I closed the windows without an injury. It was when I was gathering the walking stick to come back into the flat, that it dawned on me, that I had taken these photographicalisations… with no clothes on underneath the open dressing gown! Coy-embarrassment Mode Engaged! Thank heavens there were no people around! Phew and faugh! I just pray there were no photographers out there, laughing!

WD 0.0.255c I made up a template and got on with today’s creation. The fingers were now getting worse. They were so bad that I tried the ‘Talking to them’, as proposed by Sonia and Caroline. Amazingly it seemed to work, or perhaps they were ready to ease off? No telling, really. But they soon started again, and I swore at them… then again, I usually do this on bad sessions, Humph!

WD 0.0.255c I needed another wee-wee, and the bucket was so full, I decided to take it for emptying and being disinfected. And, damn-well stubbed my toe en route to the wet room! Argh and Asdfghjkl!

This led to a real shocker of a discovery! A fear-indu6Sat08cing moment! Oh, Gawd-blimey, yes!

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Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles!

As I passed the corner stand, I noticed how dusty that my Auntie Kath’s old Snoopy-type ‘Porcelain Peter’ ornament dog had gotten.

I immediately collected him to clean and took him into the kitchen, placing him in the bowl and filling it with hot soapy water

The will-power sank – they are back, I lamented to myself, adding some naughty words in frustration!

After the initial shock, I found that only one of the weevils was alive?

They all came from inside the pottery. I returned to investigate around the corner shelf stand. But could see no more of the cursed Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles EIBWBBBs. I’m all confused now! They felt fresh, not dried out, but all but one that came out in the water were dead?

I can’t remember what time of year they started to wake up in 2018. I pray that they do not start over with their invasion again. Oh, Dangwangles! I checked to see that I had plenty of the bug-killer spray in stock, which thankfully, I had! Mind you, the side-effects of that spray might have helped give me the stroke? I’m even more confused now!

WD 0.0.255c I made another brew, and the ear-holes were itching, and I decided to put some olive oil in them. I was scratching a little, and the blighted fingers started to jump and dance about, and I cut the ear lip with the fingernail! Is it worth carrying on? Hehehe!

I cleaned up and got back to the computer with the mug of tea, and started this blog writing. Eventually getting up to here.

Then I went on the WordPress Reader. Only 08:00hrs now, not having to do Josie’s cheesy potato meal has saved me some hours today, but of course it will cost me some tomorrow. But I was disappointed in the lateness of being adviced of the change of day, but the gal didn’t know her family were going to invite her on the trip to some grand mansion. (blown if I can remember the name of it now. I’m not surprised, though! Haha!

I went to replace the mug of tea that I’d let go cold.

WD 0.0.255c I’d left the damned hot water tap (faucet) running. It had, of course, gone cold. So now, I had eight hours to go before any hot water was available. A showerless stinking day! I pondered over what I could cook for the meal, that would not need a lot of cleaning. I decided that some battered sausages could be oven baked in a foil dish and some baked beans in a saucepan that could be left in soak afterwards, in a kettle of boiled water. So I set about opening (ring-pull) a can of beans… I dropped the ring-pull, bent down leaning on the stick and side of the sink to pick it up… and the flaming arm and shoulders went into one of their dance routines. Which meant I spilt the beans on the floor!

WD 0.0.255c It gets better: I got down to clean up the mess, and struggling up, in what I thought was a careful manner, I clouted the back of my head on the shelf edge!

Good God, it’s not 10:00hrs yet, and I am already a physical and nervous wreck! Lost the scales! Then been talking to my fingers, hand, arm and shoulder! Stubbed my poor toe again! Having a new variety of DTPLWWs (Dribbling-Trickling-Painful-Long-Wee-wees) to contend with. Discovered another leg ulcer coming up! Suffered the Peripheral Neurosis inspired results of dancing fingers, hand, arm, leg and shoulder! I’ve done involuntary flashing while photographicalisationing from the balcony! Cut my ear hole! Discovered invading cursed Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles. Spilt half a can of baked beans on the floor! Clouted my head on the kitchen drainer!  Ran the hot water away! And, there is still so long left for more cockups and disasters!

WD 0.0.255c And now, Horrible Herbert above has started his knocking and banging about!

And what help does one get? “You must be more careful!” Phwert! The Axonotmesis and Peripheral Neurosis dancing right-limbs at any time, the Stroke-induced loss of balance going. The untreated for months toes and feet don’t exactly help.

And Horrible Herbert above is still knocking and banging about! But this is acceptable, the Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/ Catwalk Model, Angela Gould says so! Which it is, of course, it’s just me getting ratty and sorry for myself over my ill-fortune today – Naughty Inchcock!

Sorry about that verbal outburst. But, things ain’t good at the moment, and there are no signs of any immediate improvement.

I made another replacement brew for another one that I let go cold. Then went on the TFZer site Facebooking. I stopped briefly to get the potatoes in the oven cooking and returned to the Facebooking for another two hours or so, then back to cheese-up the potatoes and put them back in the oven to brown off the tops.

6Sat13Some sorting of paperwork, then got the nosh served up.

I had to boil some water to leave the soaking utensils in a soak in the sink.

WD 0.0.255c I had one helluva Dizzy Dennis spell, just as got the fodder arranged on in the deep dish. Thankfully, only a short one. It’s a good job I had the stick with 6Sat14me at the time.

The meal was as disappointing a one as I’ve ever made. Shame! The sausages were tasteless and fatty, the beans were overcooked and just as insipid and unappetising as the rest of the meal. I even made a mess of the cheesy potatoes! They were poorly mixed and lumpy! Shame-Mode-Engaged! Flavour rating was given, of only 4/10! Most of it was thrown away, and naughty nibbles were eaten as a substitute!

The clearing up and cleaning afterwards was fine, for the hot water had come back on, which helped de-miserablise the situation somewhat!

I had hoped to watch the two ladies football matches. The Germany v Nigeria, then the Netherlands v Australia. The first match was a cracker. The Australia (who I wanted to win) v Netherlands match, was on too late for me to stay awake!

When I got to sleep, dreams made it a restless night. Hey-Ho!

Inchcock Today – Tue 4 June 2019: The stubbed toe seemed to hold my interest mostly today. Stroke After-Care Sharon visited.

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2019 June 4

Tuesday 4th June 2019

Maori: Rātū 4 o Hune 2019

03:50hrs. I rose grudgingly, from the depths of a glorious, dream free, wee-wee uninterrupted, five-and-a-half hour kip! The usual wee-wee being required.

WD 102.0.74 Being in a rush to get to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), and the resting having eased off the pain from the blackened stubbed toe, I was soon off out of the £300, c1968, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured rickety recliner… and fell back into the same within seconds! The shock of the agonising pain when I stood up made me fall back into the ageing recliner again. It took a few minutes for me to get over the shock. And the familiar aching and hurting began all over again. I did manage to get the slippers on, but that was because I was in need desperately now, for the emergency grey bucket!

The wee-wee was of the SNSWW (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-wee) style. I soon kicked off the slippers, which were too painful to wear, and the toe almost began to glow in the darkness. Hehehe!

2Tue06

The colouring was bright in the lamplight hand, purple/red, blue and sometimes it looked black? But I am colour blind.

2Tue02I decided to get the daily hand-washing done. Only one shirt, flannels and one pair of socks to do this morning. I eagerly got them washed and rinsed, rung-out as best as I could manage, and hung up the shirt, and put the socks and flannels to dry on the flat airer. Smug-Mode-Adopted.

Got straight on with updating the Monday Inchcock Today. With the photographs, this took me ages, but persistence in battling the electricalised jumping right-hand fingertips paid off. I got it posted to WordPress.

I celebrated with a super pain-free wee-wee! Hehehe!

I went to make a mug of tea but didn’t do so. I had to nip for a heavy-duty Porcelain Throne session. Although uncomfortable and painful, it was far less so than previous ones, and less messy too!

WD 102.0.74 The stubbing of a left big toe against the metal toilet seat riser legs, I could have done without.

I checked and rang-out the shirt again, and back to the computer to make a start of this blog. Two hours, one paragraph, and four wee-wees later, I decided to get the ablutions sorted out. Carer Sharon is due at 0745hrs, so I wanted to get myself ready for her arrival. Any exercises today, are not going to be comfortable, salutary, and seem unjustified, with the stubbed-toe still being in an aculeate mood.

1Mon06Back to making a brew. Took the medications and did the health checks – ’twas a bit of a surprise with some readings this morning. Sys 165. Dia 143, but the Pulse was only 56? Low surely? The temperature was 35.7°c. I checked on Google: High environmental temperatures can be dangerous to your body. In the range of 90˚ and 105˚F (32˚ and 40˚C), you can experience heat cramps and exhaustion. Between 105˚ and 130˚F (40˚ and 54˚C), heat exhaustion is more likely. You should limit your activities at this range. I’m confused more now. Tsk!

2Tue03I went onto the balcony to take a picture of below, through tone of the uncleanable multi and dirty glass panes. I used to be able to take these shots from the old, simple and workable kitchen windows. But the new unwanted, multi-glass-paned windowed with the sticking out wide ledge, the higher lowest point to gain access, but not now. I need to use the stepladder to gain access to the unfavourable, disappointing, lamentably hard to gain access for cleaning, the 2Tue05unbidden and uncherished execrated windows, to view outside and below.

I found this “Didn’t-Mean-to-take-it”, picture later, on the SD card. Apparently taken as I made my way back indoors, from the deprecated new balcony.

Yet another call to pop to the wet room, for a wee-wee.

1Mon02WD-A Purple Unfortunately, this involved my suffering a new toe-stubbing one more time! Yet again, against the WC risers metal legs! Not that it bothered me, of course.

Lie02a I merely laughed it off, with gay abandonment and quite a little laugh! I may have said something like “Well, fancy that!”

Sharon, from the Stroke Support Recovery Team, rang the intercom. She is such a nice lady, patient and knowledgeable too. She went over how things were with me and seemed au fait of many things that had happened already. Patient with me, and recognisant of my problems. I explained about the expected Doctors phonecall and or visit not taking place yesterday. The shaking from the Peripheral Neuropathy and the toenail situation. After a good long session, she departed. I thanked her, and off she popped.

I took another wee-wee, still of the SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee) variety. Then planned to have some instant potato with added cheese and onions, a tin of garden peas and some sausages or pork for the meal later. See, I can make decisions, it’s just that I often change my mind a lot. Temporising and equivocating come easy to me nowadays. Tsk!

I made a brew of Glengettie tea, then went on CorelDraw to make up some diary page Headers and Thoughts.

Many hours later, I got the meal prepared.

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The instant mash with onions, tomatoes, garden peas, sweet peas, roast pork and a lemon mousse. I had the last of the wholemeal bread thins with it. Flavour rating: 9.2/10.

The cheesy mash, after mixing, went into the oven on a tray and done until burnt. Great!

Took the medications and settled in the rickety dour-beige recliner. Put the TV on, and for the first time in ages, nodded off like I used to regularly before the stroke. I kept waking up a few times and then decided to doss down proper.

Pulled the woolly hat down over the eye, tried to think of happier times and England… and drifted off. Ahh!

Inchcock Today – Sat 1 June 2019: An effutiation and Whoopsiedangleplop dominated day, today!

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2019 June 1

Saturday 1st June 2019

Swedish: Lördag 1 Juni 2019

Wd BLACK 04:40hrs. I woke after laying praying futilely for sleep for hours and hours. And an hour-and-a-half after eventually dropping off. Phwert!

Within seconds, I was in need of the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket). Again, I was caught by surprise with how full it was. I must have been using it without realising a few times during my microscopical sleep?

Wd BLACK 6Sat07A most delusive sound rang out from somewhere. A kind of vague, wailing noise with coughing sounds in the background? This happened twice in the space of thirty seconds. It was rather loud. I heard it easily enough, without any hearing aids in? But couldn’t locate the source of the worrying noise. Tsk! The plumbing, perhaps?

I took the nearly full bucket to clean and be disinfected in the wet room. Job done, I ventured to try and find the source of this mystery lamentational noise. To the kitchen first. Nothing found. Got the step ladder, which is now needed since the installation of the new light & view-blocking. thick-framed new windows, to see below, outside. No untoward signs. Then I had a look and listened with the door held open. Nothing heard or seen. Another Mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court: that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. Apparently, illusion, delusion, & hallucination ridden! Mmm!

The fingers started to at electrocuted again, when the tips touch anything. The updating of the Friday blog was a nightmare, well, daymare! It took me so long, I’d almost grown a head of hair by the time it was completed and posted off to WordPress.

I took the medications and did the health checks. Sia 166, Dia 85, Pulse 76 and the temperature at 35.6°c, then took some photographs with the new, freshly charged Canon camera.

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6Sat16Wd BLACK I managed to take another unknown mystery photograph I found later on the SD card?

Ah well, it’s in keeping with all the earlier cameras – or is it me? Haha!

Started this blog off. But it was still hard work!

Wee-wees seemed to be dying down, they were getting less frequent for sure?

 Time to get the ablutions done. And what an annoying session this was. The dang right-hand fingers were electrifying-dancing more than ever, just when I was shaving. Somehow or other, I managed without cutting myself.

Wd BLACK Per contra, 2019 May 23athe dancing-fingers kept on and continued to give me bother. I dropped the toothbrush (that was a good one, I still haven’t found where it went, and I had to use another one?). The eye-drop bottle was also dropped, well it shot out of my pestering fingers hand really, and via the sink, WC, wall, cabinet and the floor, rolled around the back of toilet into the hardest place there could be for me to retrieve it! The disposable razor shot out of my hand twice! The carbolic soap slipped and hit the wall on its way to plop into the toilet bowl!
Last but not least, of the Axonotmesis causing  Whoopsiedangleplops by any means… I dropped the bottle of Brute after-shave, and it landed on my corned toes with the elongated nails that are still awaiting being cut! Oh, the agony! I failed to appreciate the humorous side of things on this occasion.

In pain, weed-off and somewhat battered, I tackled the problem of getting dressed. A simple-enough operation for the majority of the population, but I am in with the 6% of older and frail folks who struggle, and boy did I have to moil all the way!

7Sun16Wd BLACK I banged my ankle when using the Sock-Glide. Hit my elbow on the edge of the door edge. Clouted the back of my head when getting the jumper on. A bit of a mystery even to me, how I managed to do this. Getting the Ankle-Support straps on, was one hell of a struggle, but I felt so proud of myself once it was fitted, I went into Smug-Mode!

The pins had lost a bit of fluid retention. The 6Sat18knees were not so gnarled either. But some new papsules in number were appearing again now. And one leg was a little larger than the other.

Wd BLACK I got the shoes on, but when I stood up, the feet were in just too much pain with the strapping wearing on the toes. Taking off the ankle-Support was not precisely pain-free, either. The short-lived Smug-Mode was cancelled! To be replaced with the Dismally, Depressed – Discouraged – Doleful – Depths-Mode was adopted! Damned close to feeling sorry for myself, now! That won’t do!

Then I got the hand washing done. Got one t-shirt not dried from yesterday on the airer. Then washed and started to dry a pair of socks, a thick jumper, and a woolly-bob-hat. I’m enjoying doing this each day, it keeps me active to a degree when I’m not feeling too bright.

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I was slightly cheered, when I remembered the Saturday morning out-of-date cheap food sale was on in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Emergency Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed. So, I took some chocolate nougat and a mandarin dessert for them in the trolley, and a recycling bag down with me on the way to the hut. I dropped the bag next to the caretaker’s door.

6Sat19 I limped along, with the pains and injuries from the ablution session still sore. Hehehe! Arrived at the shed, and turned to take this picture of Windwood Heights, without any lorries, vans or worked; it being a Saturday.

Also, the distinguished, well-mannered, residents folks of Winwood Heights, now have an accessible footpath to use, at least this weekend we have anyway.

Only five people in the cabin when I arrived. I had the shakes and a bit of a dizzy-spell as I went inside. I put this down as the reason for my purchasing some Egyptian broccoli that was all seeds, and the 3-day out-of-date rock hard pack of potato cakes. I gave someone the chocolates and mandarins. I seem to remember doing a lot of talking?

Wd BLACK No doubt, the dizzy and shakes combined, had put-me-off balance a smidge. Once outside and gently walking back to Woodthorpe Court along Chestnut Walk, I realised I had bought some broccoli and the hard potato cakes. But cannot recall doing so, although I remember seeing them on sale. Angela and Roy were walking in the opposite direction, I think I asked them if they wanted the food, but they wisely declined. Hehe!

6Sat18aI tried to get a decent shot of some magpies in the shrubbery as I walked along the rubbish-strewn footpath.

Wd BLACK This first shot made me suddenly aware that I had bought, or been sold, the Canon camera X40, that did not have a view-finder fitted. Bad that, with me missing the fact. I felt a right Charlie actually!

6Sat18bThen another bird came down to join its mate on the floor. I patiently waited so long to get a good picture.

Later, when I got the picture on the computer, this on the right is what I’d taken?

Either the magpies were like lightning, or I was not adequately recovered from the earlier funny turn properly? Haha!

6Sat21I just got the lens through the wire fencing to take this photo of the linking passageway between Woodthorpe Court and Winwood Courts. Not operational yet of course, but it looks good and airy, and will keep us old uns indoors in the rain?

I managed to get another photograph messed up as I was about to grab the three-wheeled-guide to carry on back to the flats6Sat19.

Sat beyond the trolley, was the most-appealing long-haired grey cat. Just sat apparently calmy looking at me. I’d have sworn blind I had taken a shot of the old grey cat in the picture, too!

I was feeling a smidge disorientated, I think. I got in the flat foyer and dropped the potato cakes and broccoli on the table for someone to try if they liked.

Back up to the flat. The wee-wees had changed to the SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-Wee-Wee style.

I got the lethal new kitchen windows open and tried out the zoom on the new view-finderless camera. I was pretty pleased with it. I’d have felt even better if I wasn’t feeling so rough at the moment. The Canon save images in IMG format, the Nikon as P, and the Lumix as DSGN. It all gets me confused even further than I am already!

6Sat25

Got the computer on, to the sounds of taps, knock and the odd bag from above. I heard them with the hearing-aids out.

Wd BLACK I’d got some really tiny new-potatoes in the slow-cooker earlier, about five hours ago, and they were still hard, so I turned the machine to a high setting. I think this crock-pot not cooking very fast is the reason I got the other new one, that fell to pieces the other day. I can’t win, can I? Huh!

I spent about three hours on this update. The jumping fingers stayed that way all the time, so progress was not good.

I went to put the oven for the sweet and sour ready-made wheel, wheel? I meant a meal. (I’m losing it now! Proof of my excellent phlyarologist capabilities, Haha!) And added some orange peppers, I’ll add the potatoes if ever they cook, later. The noise from above had stopped, then I heard a commotion that seemed to be coming from the door. Went to investigate, and found a letter had been posted.

6Sat24 It was from the NHS concerning Bowel Cancer Screening.

The screening kit is to arrive in two weeks. I think I’ve had them before.

Feeling very tired now. So I’ll get the nosh cooking I reckon.

Got the sweet & sour with extra sauce, and the potatoes added, in a tray in the oven. Set timer for 35 minutes, then I can add the sourdough baguettes to it, and they should both be ready at the same time. Fingers crossed.

Feeling a bit perkier now; no more dizzies or shakes for over an hour now. Things are looking up.

6Sat25I got the nosh prepared and served up.

Wd BLACK I shall not be trying this Sweet & Sour chicken ready-meal again. I added the mini-potatoes and baked (heated-up) a sourdough baguette to soak up the juices, which were fine. The pineapple pieces, which I am not supposed to eat, were rock-hard. So I avoided eating them after one bite, this was not a bad thing. There was no sour taste involved, it was all sweet! Flavour-rating 2.5/10. But the baguette was tasty!

But for anyone that likes dry, stringy chicken pieces and sickly sweet sauce, with granite-like pineapple pieces, these Sharwoods meals can be bought from Morrisons. They’ll be ideal for you.

Washed and got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, and put the TV on. It took ages, but eventually I nodded-off – must have needed it, cause I slept straight through for five-hours.

Inchcock Today – Monday 20th May 2019: Oddlimost day – Good and bad… life innit?

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2019 May 19

Monday 20th May 2019

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 20. Svibnja 2019

1Mon02WD128.0.0 03:25hrs: Morpheous, Morpheous, sweet Morpheous, where for art thou? Well, certainly not in the £300 second-hand, c1968, tatty-beige, rickety recliner in Woodthorpe Court! That’s for certain. Humph!

Any hopes of getting some sleep were abandoned, and I removed my oleogustus body out of the rusty but trusty, recliner. And, after a few seconds looking around, I remembered I had misplaced the stick. As I got in the hallway, there on the first clothes-hook, hung the naughty walking stick! In plain view! What a schmuck! How I missed it on my searching, I don’t know, but I was glad I found it. I utilised it and got in and on the Porcelain Throne.

1Mon06WD128.0.0 Oh, heck! What a painful, slow, drawn-out action. Still, at least things are starting to move now, slowly. The following wee-wee was of the rare SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like-Wee-wee) variety, for a change.

I took a snap of the amazing view outside. The sun and the shadows.

I got the computer on, and finished off the Sunday blog, and posted it off.

The following wee-wees were all of the SPWWW (Short-Painful-Weak-Wee-wee) mode. But not so frequent.

7Sun26I carried out the Health Checks and took the medications.

Back to the wet room, for an uncharacteristic Porcelain Throne session. An entirely different one compared to the first one earlier. Absolutely no movement at all, just wind. Despite all my excruciating, unpleasant, best trying-to-force things efforts. Not even any wind. Hehe!

I did the ablutions while in the wet room. Teggies, shaved, washed, dried, and made myself smell nice. The right leg began to shake just as I was getting the Sock-Glide ready. I decided after yesterdays Whoopsiedangleplop/Accifauxpa, to leave the socks on from Sunday. Too risky. The carer might help me later. (He didn’t)

WD128.0.0 I was still feeling a little rough around the edges. Of course, the shaking stopped when I got back on the computer! Oy vay, and Flumbleflak! With the new pains, well, aches in the feet, extra shaking and generally my feeling worse, I checked out the side effects of the Antibiotic tablets.

WD128.0.0 1Mon01aThe more common side effects of nitrofurantoin can include: Agranulocytosis; alopecia; anaemia; angioedema; aplastic anaemia; appetite decreased; arthralgia; asthenia; chest pain; chills; circulatory collapse; confusion; cough; cyanosis; depression; diarrhorea; dizziness; drowsiness; dyspnoea; eosinophilia; euphoric mood; fever; granulocytopenia; haemolytic anaemia; headache; hepatic disorders; idiopathic intracranial hypertension (Thanks to the Stroke); increased risk of infection; leucopenia; lupus-like syndrome; nausea; nystagmus; pancreatitis; psychotic disorder; pulmonary hypersensitivity; pulmonary reaction (possible association with lupus erythematosus-like syndrome); respiratory disorders; skin reactions; Stevens-Johnson syndrome; thrombocytopenia; urine discolouration; vertigo; vomiting; nausea; loss of appetite; stomach pain; numbness in your hands and feet; pain in your hands and feet; weakness; dizziness; drowsiness; red blood cell damage; liver problems; nerve disorders; nerve damage.

Most unfathomable, I seem to have had a lot of these side-effects before taking the medication? I imagine the lack of sleep can be put down to the Nitrofurantoin, as maybe the nerve damage making the right leg and arm jerk about and shake more now, the Axonotmesis and or Peripheral Neuropathy, as well? The Mary Potter nurses told there is no chance of redivivus for the nerve ends. By golly, I sound almost intelligent here. Hahaha!

WD128.0.0 I’m not a franion, but things will be, and nothing can be done, accepting things that cannot be changed, I find comfortable enough. Yet I worry and fret over anything to do with authority, banks, shops etc. I don’t know why I said that?

07:29hrs, the Carer, Jay arrived. In and out within a few minutes, Ankle-Support-Strapping all done.

I then felt a little down because there are not any more callers coming today. Well, the Medical Compliance Service is to call me to arrange a visit. I wondered what this title meant, so I had a look on Google. It’s a well-paid job, at least! Egad!

Still none the wiser 1Mon07as to what they do, though. But I’ll find out if and when he/she comes.

Off for yet another rather unpleasant SPWWW, again.

Time for a Nitrofurantoin, I  took it with some spring water.

I’m still dropping things a lot today. Nerve ends, I suppose. But it is vexing, all the same.

I have to stay in, in case the MCS Medical Compliance Service ring me to make an appointment. I could do with somebody with me when they come, but no one is available. Then again, will they call at all?

Got a landline call from a Stroke Team lady, (missed her name). She will be calling around 13:00hrs today to see me.

I went on TFZer Facebooking to catch up with them, and add some photographs.

1Mon07aThen, I took the Nitrofurantoin and made another brew.

The right leg still shaking now and then.

I was thinking of taking a picture of the legs, and for some reason: 16th-century Galligaskin Breeches came to mind; as a perfect partner to go with the longer bamboo diabetic socks? Just a passing thought.

WD128.0.0 I went on blogging, and everything froze on me in WordPress? A yellow bar came up, telling me that Grammarly was causing the machine to go slow. I could not type anything, so I closed the option to stop Grammarly. I looked in Chrome extensions, and it said that Grammarly was enabled. But when I opened it again, no Grammarly was available. After much-complicated efforts, I got a message to explain the problem to Grammarly. (This being half-an-hour later) Then it came back on again. Incapable and not intelligent-enough, springs to mind as a description for Inchcock! I am desperately short on Mazel Tov!

Leoni, from the Medical Compliance Service, arrived. She sorted the prescriptions out for me, then rang the Chemist to try and get a date for the blister-pack delivery of medications. The man who does the blister-packs is on holiday so he could not say? But the make-up of the new intermediate medicines for the shortfall should arrive in a couple of days. Very hit & miss, undivinable and iffy, that!

A confused Inchcock, again now! Nice lady, I thanked her, and off she shot.

I had an SPWWW, a wash, and the intercom rang. It was Kelly from the Stroke Unit Support. Then the door chimes burst forth with Dusty Springfields ♫I only want to be with you♫. She’d come to interview me about how things were, recovery-wise. We had a productive long chinwag, and she had ordered me a shower chair with a back on it, to be more comfortable. She then contacted the Audio Clinic and made an appointment for me. Bless her cotton socks.

I got the nosh cooking and called to see if Josie would like some cheesy-potatoes. She had a visitor and was going to go shopping. I said I’d wrap her potato in foil and she could collect it whenever she wanted.

Went on the WordPress Reader section.

Got the noshes sorted. Wrapped Josies in foil, and continued to demolish mine. A ate the lot. Which surprised me with my recent poor eating mixed with devouring all of the meal, almost alternately.

1Mon07c

Watched some TV, but didn’t want to fall asleep, with Josie calling and miss her. But I did nod-off. Woke up and worried that I may have missed the gal, I got her plate and visited her flat; all of the three paces from my apartment door. Handed her the prandicle, and she asked if she could do one for me, and what would I fancy. I said I’d have to give it some thought, she laughed, and I left her, wishing her well.

Back to the flat, and resumed my place in the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner.

1Mon07dGot up a while later to make a brew of tea, and noticed I had been nocturnal (for me) nibbling, and an empty bag of Marmite Crisps on the Ottoman! Guilty Mode Assumed!

Took a shot of the amazing looking sky from the unwanted, light & view blocking, impossible to get to for cleaning, thick edged kitchen window.

Sleep did not want to come anymore, but I did get-off later.

And as far as I could tell, no wee-wees of any classification were needed? The Nitrofurantoin seems to be helping, or not, I’m not sure. Sad innit?

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

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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!

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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!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 20th to Sunday 21st April: The Oaks Residential Care Home

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2019 April 08

The Oaks Residential Care Home

Saturday 20th to Sunday 21st April 2019

Malay: Sabtu 20 Hingga Ahad 21hb April 2019

Saturday 03:00hrs.Rose and got the shower and shaving done, readied the washed earlier foot controller-pad ready for help with being put on. Wrote pas for staff to get some disposable razors and a newspaper for me sometime and asked carer if this would be possible. The answer was now, not today. The radiators in the hallway outside the door started rattling, clanging and banging away.

Pete called, I called him back. Asked if he could bring some aftershave for me on his next visit (Still waiting) with him. He said yes.

12:50hrs, egg sarnies and a cake for the meal. Settled to watch some Carry On Films, beginning with Carry-On Don’t Lose Your Head The radiators began clattering and banging again. Some engineers in attendance to try and mend the problem. Which continued.

Got the dizzies. Had a veg-curry and rice for my nosh. No dessert. Feeling bilious, but it cleared later. No sleep due to the now louder than ever radiators clanging away.  They calmed down then, but they were still giving some noise out.  Casino Royale watched on the box, medications given.

The radiators changed to sound like a slow turnover diesel engine.

Then watched the Men in Black, film as some cars were racing each other outside. 

Sunday 21st 03:00hrs. The radiators in the hallway outside the door started rattling and banging away, waking up several tenants. I got up and had a shower and shave. Got the foot controller-pad ready for help with being put on.

At 04:00hrs the radiators changed to a tune like a battering ram.

Shave and shower Still awaiting the aftershave. Thus more nicks and cuts acquired. Jan and Pete called. No aftershave yet, still waiting. Radiators changed tune to like a throb-bang-shudder routine. Karen bought my medications. Nosh was a hot dog with onions (Tasty!) 

The ankle-pad was applied by the delicious carer.

Radiators altered to a noise like chug-chug-bang routine.

Arguments and bad language at nosh-time.

Then changed to a sort of Dub dun-dun rattle, with the odd bang thrown in. Later, changing to a persitent Ratatat, thud bang. But very loud now!

Inchcock Today – Friday 3rd May 2019: First time out on my own!

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Friday 3rd May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 3ydd Mai 2019

0330hrs: Got up, and straight on to doing some diary updating. I want to get them all done before posting them so I can get them all on at the same time, and thank the TFZers, residents, mates and cyber friends for all the kind things and pressies, get well messages, visits etc. even if I am still a little confused. But I mustn’t spend too long on the web, as writing is a bit arduous for me yet. So many shakes and nudges. So, cheers to everyone, God Bless you all! ♥

Did a few from the notepads I had with me in hospital, then got the ankle-support device ready for when the morning Carer arrives. Got a shower and shave, a pleasure with some aftershave handy for any cuts. Hehe!

The sock glide is not easy to use, it took me 45 minutes to get one sock on! The carer said he would have a look at it for me in the morning. He fitted the Ankle Brace, filled in the log and departed. He arrived in the forty-five minutes either way if the appointment time, just! Hehe!

I updated a few more diaries from the hospital stay. I wanted to see how I went going out on the bus on my own, using the three-wheeled trolley of course. I set out to go to the Acorn, no… Oaks Residential Home where I’d been for a couple of weeks after the Stroke Ward threw me out, due to bed shortages. Haha! The intent being to had over some nibbles as thanks to the staff who looked after me during my stay.

I wanted to put my phone on charge for a bit, but could not find the charger. Ah, but I am confident I’ll find it later.

I felt a tad nervous, but took my time, nice and steady. The Axonotmesis nerve problem is making the stroke effects worse, but the legs were not so bad this morning, shaking-wise, and the strap-support helps a lot.

I got the trolley with just the nibbles in it and set off out.

Had a great chinwag at the bus stop. Christine, Cyndy, Margaret, Mary, Doreen and others all missed me. This brought forth some witty comments from some of them: Like, “I thought you were dead!”, “Where you been?”, “Who said you could sod-off?” and “Oh, yer back then?” amongst others. Hahaha! So happy to be back!

I caught the City Bound bus and had a natter en route. I dropped off at the bottom of Carlton Road and walked with my trolley thing to and up Bath Street to the Oaks Home, very carefully and slowly.

WD0.0.128 Overcautiously maybe, but the getting off of the bus presented me with a shock – that damned trolley does like going downhill at all. Tsk! Nearly twisted my knee and clouted my chin getting off. Ah, well!

WD0.0.128 I was let in, and the manager accepted the nibbles. Then asked me if I had left a mobile charger in my room. Ahem, I had!

I thanked them and walked into town and get some food from the pound shop, but forgot to get some bread. WD0.0.128 When I came out of the store, the rain was belting down!

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I got some chips for tonight’s nibble meal that Sister Jane had left me to eat, bless her.

Got the L9 bus home. Had a natter with some residents on the way home. Then again nearly toppled over when I tried to get the trolley off of the bus! Going to take some getting used to, this trolley is!

KWaf06bGot in, and did a bit more away-time diary catching up on.

Then did the ablutions and got the marvellous ankle-strap-support taken off.

Got the nosh sorted. Sarnies chips and Jane’s pork pie with its load of gelatine in it… Smashing! A pot of satsumas in juice, to follow.

KWaf06cAmazing coloured sky and view tonight.

Took a photo of it, but it didn’t come out so well.

All in all, taking everything into consideration, I wasn’t feeling too bad at all!

Phoned Sister Jane see how she was and thank her again for the help.

I was still a tad nervous when the shakes came on overnight, but no problems.

Hey-ho, things are improving at last. I might regret saying that! Hehe!

Cheers folks, love and best wishes. ♥