Idiotic-Inchcy – Saturday 13th March 2021 Diary

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Saturday 13th March 2021

Croatian: Subota, 13 Ožujka 2021

00:00hrs: Considering the truly low and depressed mood I found myself in last night, as I stirred into semi-life, I was suddenly aware that the gloom and doom tormenting my brain was gone, disappeared, no longer there! I found this rather flummoxing.

I was baffled as to why? Nothing had changed from yesterday. Had I been dreaming, and that may have had some effect in cheering me up? Was it the bang on the head when I took my tumble that brought it on in the first place? Hello, I’d better get up; I don’t want to encourage any Thought Storms! I need a wee-wee anyway.

I freed my overweight, flobby-stomached body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner with absolute ease – until I got the weight on the knees! Argh! Cathy Cartilage on the right knee, and Arthur Itis on the left one, were both so painful and in a bad mood with me this morning. The few hurtful paces to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) indicated that this will be a less-than-easy hobbling about Saturday.

I fumbled about to get Little Inchie out and realised as I did so, the NWWB was over half full? Why does this happen so often? I must have made many trips to release this much wee-wee overnight? Yet I cannot recall getting up at all to do so? The pain I must have got from Arthur and Cathy getting out of the recliner so often, I’d have thought I would have been made me aware of what I was doing? My mind was soon cleared of this question, as the embarrassment of a somewhat significant amount of PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) escaped into the half down PPs. By bottom-lip protruded, and after finishing, I took the bucket to the wet room for emptying and sanitising and got a clean-up and got a new pair of PPs on.

It’s time and incidents like this that really bring it home to one; the body is doing its own thing, the brain’s logicality loses its way, the memory is fading fast and now avoiding most of its retention powers. The bones, joints, and ticker etc., are crumbling without mercy. Still, yer doesn’t like to complain, does yer!

I got the kettle on to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana, and it sounded like someone had just turned the volume up on the ‘World-Wide-Hum’; Gawd, it was loud! And the heaters were not working again? Worra, life! But I imagine that there are many people in the complex in this position, not that it cures anything, but, at least, I am still aware of my senility is en route. I worry for the future, though. Blooming cold in here again! Weekend, of course, so no one to help me out with getting the heaters also going correctly.

Had another wee-wee of the IRPT (Indefatigably-Relentless-Painful-Trickling) mode.

I took the morning medications, then got the Health Checks done. The temperature was alright this morning; it seems to be getting steadier now. Of course, I shouldn’t have said that; it was silly of me! 36.7°c – 98.06°f. It was in the green, so it should be acceptable.

The Boot’s sphygmomanometer readings were decent, methinks. SYS 150, DIA 71, and the Pulse was at 84 bpm. As I was taking this, a headache came on suddenly, sharp to the right side of the head – then a minute later, it was gone?

Microsoft Office allowed me access to Excel to update the Health Checks listing figures.

Do you see that? Three, in-the-green temperatures on the trot there! Much better than earlier in the week.

I had another wee-wee, surprisingly, of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) style. Then made a start on the updating of the Friday Diary. Sorted the photographs out first, then got the scripting done. The ailments of concern were just two; Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters letting me down a few tines, and of course the SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) in support, but a lot less bothersome than she was yesterday. I perseverated and got it finished but had to have four wee-wees during the three hours of writing and correcting—all of the SPL (Steady-Persistent-Lengthy). I’m getting variety today, at least. Haha!

As I put the kettle on in the cold, shiver-giving kitchen (Heater still not working), I had to nip off to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. What going on here! Constipation Konrad seems to be fighting back? Heck of a job to get things moving, and it was gooey yet solid? The toilet rolls will have to be ordered today; if I can get a slot for an A.M. delivery. A good clean up, and pleasingly, the evacuated produce was cleared with just two flushes!

I had a wash-up and had another wee-wee, this time of the PSS (Persistent, Short, Sharp) mode. Another washing of the dandies, and back to the computer.

I Pinterested some snaps, Emailed the link, and went on Facebooking catch-up. Spent a long time on that. Two WordPress comments had come in, which I replied to. Then I visited the WordPress Reader Section. I had another wee-wee of the PSS (Persistent, Short, Sharp) mode… I think we can assume that every half-hour or so throughout the day, I needed and took a wee-wee; it’ll save me a lot of typing. Tsk! Then:

I went onto the Sainsbury site to see what slots were attainable. I got a slot for Tuesday 16th @ 8>9a.m. Do you know, I made a mistake and ordered some Fresh Cream French Horns.

Brekkers sorted out. And from here on, it is hit and misses, memory-wise, very patchy. Sorry.

Suddenly, I wasn’t feeling so good, perplexed, and tired out.

I had a weariness-attack, and I just turned off the computer and sat down on the recliner for many hours, watching some banal crap on the TV, but I couldn’t understand why. Doing nothing but grow fat by nibbling biscuits, crisps, ice-cream as well, I think?

The need for the Porcelain Throne then forced me to get up. I ached all over, was coughing and sneezing and felt under the weather, and confused. For some reason, I found out in the morning, I’d not cleaned up the wet room, Eurgh!

I actually made some more fodder! (I found this photo on the SD card). But can I remember making or eating it? No!

But I did find most of it in the bin later on in the night.

Along with this photo, taken through the balcony dividing glass? Not sure what, if anything, went on after that.

Mind you, Sunday morning, I did discover this snap on the camera-card. Also, that the fodder things were left loose in the sink bowel?

I’m sure that I sat down again, incapable of logical thought, and once more, spent hours just sat there, looking at the turned-off TV and fighting-off Thought-Storm-Thaddeus, but only half-heartedly. I think I was so down; I actually just accepted the self-criticisms, fears, worries etc., as a natural leveller, and a prevailing punishment, and part of my growing mental decrepitude.

The thought of having another banal Sunday to get through tomorrow was soul-destroying.

The resistant sleep did come eventually.

Impavid Inchy – Friday 12th March 2021 – Diary

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Friday 12th March 2021

ITALIANO: Venerdì 12 Marzo 2021

23:25hrs: Horrible ever waking sleep last night. I was in the recliner for about five hours, though, but most of it spent waking up, thoughtless and vague-minded, and waiting to nod-off again! Grubblebleackers!

I got freed from the recliner, caught my balance quickly (Cartilage Cathy was so kind to me this morning, Yee-Ya!) By gum, it was cold in the flat. I wobbled into the kitchen and got the kettle on. Washed last night’s dishes and things and made a brew of Glengettie tea.

Then did the Health Checks. Pleased to see the SYS at 147, DIA 67 and PULSE down nicely to 83bpm. I didn’t adopt any Smug-Mode yet, mind.

I got the contactless thermometer out and was also satisfied with the resulting figure that it produced. 36.6°c – 97.88°f.

I took last night’s missed dosages of medications. (Fool!)

Got the computer on, and much to my surprise, Microsoft allowed me access to Excel and the HC logs to update. (Weich they denied me for all day yesterday – well, each time I tried, it was updating!

I’d let the tea go cold, so I made a Thompsons Punjana and then checked out the wall heaters that were not producing any heat at all! It was bloody cold in the flat, I can tell yers! Methinks I have problems with them!

I started to update the Thursday Diary. Got it finished, despite SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley doing her best to have the right arm torn-off at the glenohumeral joint! Hehehe! Vicious she was, for about an hour solid. That’s never happened before. Not for that long a period. Still, she eased off later. Painfully and persistently, I completed the task, and I posted some snaps to Pinterest.

Then, sent the Diary off to WordPress, emailed the link, and went on Facebooking catch-up. I discovered it was another lovely, loveable TFZer ladies Birthday, so I made a graphic and sent it off to her. Note I’ve lost so much weight… Hehehe! ♥

Made some comments on WordPress. I visited the WP Reader section, then the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet-room, I hobbled. (Not so bad actually, Cartilage Cathy is still pleased with me and being gentle too!)

What a mess! Loose, yet gooey with it, short-lived, not a lot of it evacuated, and yet the gluey semi-liquid dollop just would not go away! Several refills of the tank by hand from the sink where needed, and five or six flushes! A jolly good job I had toilet paper spares, well that’s what they were, now more will be required, judging by the whole roll needed to clean things up.  Flibblegonkackles!

Apart from so many dropsies thanks to SSS, the stand-up session was only worthy of one mention with a difference. That was after nasal cleaning, teeth cleaning, shaving, bathing, and medicating…

Getting the socks on! It was even funny at the time! I forced the right leg up a little, wedged my bum on the door corner, got the sock part way on, and lost my grip (I do a lot of that!). The cotton sock shot off, hit the back of the closet box, and plonked down into the WC water! I tried to replicate what I would have been doing and made a photo of it afterwards. Another pair of socks were utilised. The legs seem to be retaining fluid again?

The Iceland Foods delivery is due twixt 06:00 > 08:00hrs, but I’d got the ablutions sorted early enough to do the hand-washing in the kitchen sink sorted. All done, wrung, and hung above the sink on hangers. The Lily and Yang Yang scent in the Surf soap powder has a delightful smell.

I took a Canan camera photo of the morning view as I put the kettle on and made a mug of Glengettie brew.

I checked the heater in the kitchen, and it was warm now; I turned it up somewhat, as the weather forecast is so gloomy for the next 24-hours.

I took a shot of Chestnut Walk and the car park on it.

Time getting close now for the food to arrive. After it does and I get it stored away, I’ll see how supplies look and if another Sainsbury order might be a good idea, depends on what slots are available. Sometimes it’s a long wait to get one.

I did some updating on this post and then made another brew, Thompsons Punjana, this time. No time to drink it, the intercom rangeth and flashed, it was the Iceland Food delivery arriving, I pressed the entry button and awaited his arrival.

The Iceland man dropped the begs… begs? Yet another cock-up wiv me grammar, Tsk!), bags I meant, through the doorway for me. Slipped him a choice of cans of plonk, and off he trotted on his mission to feed the nation!

I took the carriers through to the kitchen and went on the internet to see if anything was short delivered or substituted.

Does yer know, there wasn’t a single substitution, and nothing short delivered… Even more surprising, there was nothing found to be short-dated either, as well, besides! Iceland outdid themselves with this delivery, a definite, very welcome first!

I was well pleased, but of course, I’d not checked for any damaged, crushed or leaking goods yet, so I resisted going into a Smug-Mode for the time being.

I set about putting the frozen stuff away first. As you can see in the photograph here on the right, it was all healthy living stuff. Well, I forgot to get the chips. Hahaha! Still a kid at heart, I am!

Next, I put away the fridge items, far better foodstuffs. Topside beef slices, pork & Pickle mini pork pies, sweet chilli chicken, chicken thighs, potato salad, egg-mayonnaise, and some strawberry and whipped cream desserts. Now I’ve put the spell checker on; the previous sentence had eight mistakes on it! Ahem! Got the other stuff in the bathroom and cupboards.

The YourArea magazine arrived, so I investigated. The lottery winner had been sentenced for his appallingly dangerous driving in which he killed a 75-year-old lady in the car he’d drifted across the road, and his BMW then crashed head-on into an oncoming Ford Fiesta.

I say sentenced; he got away with a 16-week suspended sentence and a one-year driving ban! For a £45 million lottery winner, that’s really going to bother him, innit! And the poor husband has lost his wife through Topham’s ignorance of the law and lack of concentration in driving, and I believe still in the hospital.

The now 31-year old Topham said in court: “I honestly don’t believe I thought about what I was about to do,” he said. “If I could take it back, I would, but I can’t.” (Me, me, me!) Huh! Generalfeldmarschall Friedrich Paulus said that after Stalingrad, will have to find money from his £45m for taxies? Some sodding deterrent that was! Was the jury back-handed? Just asking! I bet he the had best expensive lawyers!

At least I found some goodish news on the Covid-19 figures locally.

I decided to get some late brekkers.

I called Warden Deana on the phone, got a recorded message.

Phone the Doctors Surgery, got a recorded message.

I went to make a brew of Glengettie, and I took a tumble as I bent down to check the heat not coming from the radiator. Clouted the head on the ledge on the way down, and SSS started to play up as I struggled back up onto my feet with the help of the stove.

Made the tea and had a sit-down. I’m not sure what happened then, but I assume I fell asleep cause it was hours later when I seemed to wake-up, head pounding. I took a Codeine 60g. I didn’t feel poorly, just confused.

Did some updating of this post, but concentration was not coming to me easily. 

It’s still a bit of a blur. No notes on the pad had been added, so I assume I’d nodded off again cause I woke up in the recliner. Feeling peckish, I made a meal of sorts made up. Didn’t enjoy it much, but I’ve had worse, though. A taste rating of 6/10 was given.

I had a surreal few hours then.

In the morning, I found these photographs of the TV screen on the SD card?

Yes, it beats me why, as well!

After perusing the pictures, I assumed that I’d been watching, or falling asleep to and waking, Law & Order, Tales of the unexpected, many adverts and commercials, and possibly even a Nightmare Kitchen episode?

All I can remember for definite is that I was having difficulty in getting to sleep. I did keep nodding off, I think, but the nods only lasted a few seconds each time?

I noticed it was 19:00hrs on the clock, then went into a Thought Storming period.

A bad one, guilt, despair, mistakes, isolation, depression and fear all played a part. These went on for ages, with some emotional events from the past repeating!

I was fighting with my memory for some unknown reason, and I became self-loathing in the process.

I was pointless concerning myself with banal questions and seeking positive answers; Had I been to the Porcelain Throne today? What to do about the ear-ache? I must get a Sainsbury order done tomorrow, etc., on and on the silliness of life came at me, sadly, along with the regular guilt, shame and embarrassment. I really did feel so; what’s the word I’m looking for… lambasting and self-chastising. Oh, that’s two words!

I did eventually nod-off, and when I woke up, I wondered if my memory had been warped as I recalled how I’d felt, but the sense of doom and gloom was no longer lingering?

Isn’t life funny at times?

Indagating Inchy – Wednesday 3rd March 2021 Diary

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Wednesday 3rd March 2021

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 3ydd Mawrth 2021

  00:05hrs: I semi-woke up, returning to mock-life, and amidst all the confusion milling about in my brain, I found so many things to fret over, worry about, and ignore; for a few pointless, unfathomable, befuddling, minutes. Slowly I worked out what day it was and became aware of the warm wet sensation from within the PP’s. I hoped it was PMD (Pre Micturition Dribble) or CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribble) instead of Little Inchies Fungal Lesion bleeding. (Which it was! Phew!)

I tackled the Herculean quotidian job of hauling my overly-bellied torso from the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety-recliner, and rose to catch my balance. (There wasn’t a lot of equilibrium available, but I managed, with a high degree of effort, to achieve this).

I took the missed evening medications and did the Health Checks. The SYS was down a smidge at 149, DIA at 72, and the PULSE at 88bpm. Which overall, it was a better set of figures this morning.

The made in Hong Kong, Chinese Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer temperature reading is well in the danger area red, at 37.9°c – which Mr Google told me was 100.22°f. High, but not critical. Phew!

The summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived via the innards, and off I trotted, well, limped, to the wet-room. For the first time in a while, Cartilage Cathy was giving me some aggravation, stingingly so, which did not help my balance at all. In fact, when I plumped down hastily on the raised WC seat, I caught and started Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding again!

However, the expected runny, watery evacuation didn’t happen. Instead, it seemed that Constipation Konrad was in charge over Trotsky Terence, this time, very fuliginous, to go from one extreme to another like this. The crossword puzzle was utilised as I sat there, knowing things were brewing ready to escape, yet spent a good five-minutes puzzling before the action started. Not that I solved any clues at all. Tsk!

Far less messy, but more effort needed to encourage the motion along. No bleeding from the rear end! Easier to clean things up. Although the refilling of the water tank and several flushes were needed.

Then after washing the affected areas, the dodgy bit had to be done! Stopping the fungal lesion bleeding. Nover an easy job, but with not having to use it for so long, the Dakacort cortisone cream application proved more messy and painful this time. Not 100% successful either. But, pain-wise, Cathy Cartilage’s knee was a lot worse to medicate. If I don’t rub in the gel enough, the pain relief is not up to the job. So, I had no choice other than to keep applying it and massaging the knee with a degree of pressure that didn’t go down well with Cathy at all! I’ll take an extra Codeine Phosphate with the morning medications, maybe some Paracetamol as well. Walking and keeping my balance is not easy when this happens, but I mustn’t moan. Plenty of folks a lot worse off than I am.

I got the computer going and concentrated on updating the Tuesday Diary. Cartilage Cathy was no bother as long as I was sat on the swivel chair – but when I had to get up for wee-wees or make a brew, Wow! I think this will affect my balance when I have to go out with the rubbish later.

I eventually, quite quickly actually, got the updating sorted out. Thanks mainly to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters being in a good mood with me, Yee-Ha! Most appreciated! Hope he keeps it up!

Sent off the blog. Emailed the link, went on WordPress comments, then on the WP Reader Section. Finally, I got to updating the Facebook pages.

I made a start on this page, and I had to go to the wet room for a painful wee-wee. Although, a reluctant one. A stressful evacuation… no, that’s not the word. Harrowing is a better one to use. Little specs of blood in the bowl, and the NHS Urologist’s colour code card, showed that I’d gone back to a ‘Very Dehydrated’ No.6 level. Humph!

Leaving the room, I came as close as I’ve ever been to walking into the door frame as I have ever been without clouting it, as Cathy Cartilage gave way. Things seem to be getting back to normal for me, then? Hehehe! I remembered to take the A.M. medications.

I remembered to put the Kodak camera on battery on charge. I was using the old Canon charger, thanks to Amazon sending an American two-pin charger that wouldn’t work anyway. Still, it started charging without any bother.

I returned to the wet room to tend to the ablutionalistical duties. They have not gone so well in months! Brilliant! Astoundamigating! Wunderbar! Up until the getting dressed, that is!

The nasal-clearing went well. The teeth cleaning fine! And even the shaving impressed me! Only two dropsies and no, I say, NO cuts or nicks!

The showering was again a good one! A few dropsies fair enough! No bangs or dizzy’s whatsoever!

The drying off was problem-free, too! See Inchcy there? The red-faced showerer! Hehe!

Now we come to the medicationalisationing. Not perfect, nor lethal. Hehehe! Harold’s Haemorrhoids ointment applicating was a smidge painful.

And the dang Daktacorting on Little Inchies fungal lesion brought forth a few curse words, twinges and Ooh, Ah’s and Argh’s!

The last operation, getting dressed, involved:

  • Me ripping the new PP’s as I pulled them up! Luckily I have a decent stock in hand now.
  • The other balsa… no, Bambppp long socks didn’t seem as long as the first pair did yesterday?
  • When getting the trousers on, Cartilage Cathy wobbled me, and down I went on my knees!
  • Still, I got back up, bruised, but easily enough!
  • All in all, a fair session!

I may sell the wonderful looking photo of my legs in the Bamboo hosiery to the Tate Gallery? Hehehe!

I got on with the handwashing. The long Bamboo socks, a pair of short ones, the crap cold Amazon so called  ‘Lounge pants’, and the well-made in Myanmar (Burma) are far too small and thin, grey zip-up jacket with pockets.

The door chimes rang out, and I went to investigate. There was the young engineer, who I’d arranged to come today, to fireproof the old airing cupboard.

Of course, I’d forgotten all about him coming. It’s easy to blame senility – but I will do it anyway!

He didn’t mess about, and soon he had everything out of the cupboard and on the floor in the kitchen for me to fall over.

Nice natured lad, we had a chinwag at times and a laugh.

I nipped out with the waste bags to the waste-room chute, and I disposed of them down the tube.

Made my way back to the apartment and took part in a little natter with the lad doing the work.

Oh, dearie me! Another letter informing me of the costs of living increases! The rent, Service-Charges and Support-Charges! So, what’s that in this week gone? The bank reduced my interest rates! HMG increased my personal tax rate! I’m sure there have more than these demands. Time for the claw-back for the Convid-19 costs? I’d have thought with them giving me the Asta-Zeneca poison vaccine and making me so ill, they might have gone easier on me, you know? But, no! Inchcock to the slaughter!

While stewing away and feeling sorry for myself, the young man working in the kitchen. And I realised that I’d forgot to remember to take a photo of the removal of the Porta Kabins on Chestnut Walk. So, here’s the best I could manage, the top one form last week and the bottom one this morning at approx: 10:00hrs.

Fancy that, me not remembering something, it doesn’t happen a rule. Ahem! I’m kidding, of course, when it’s news, it is the odd time that I do dredge-up some loose connection with something, and what I was going to do, or wanted to do, comes flooding back to me!

Shortly, the young worker lad had got the cupboard fireproofing work finished. He’d put a shelf up for in, bless him.

I told him to help himself from the bag of treats, thanked him, and he said he would try to call back on Friday to give me a hand getting the stuff back into the cupboard. Especially as he had put a shelf in there for me to use, bless his cotton socks. Most appreciated. Of he trotted, and I had a look at the kitchen to see what needed sorting out – I had no intentions of doing anything, mind. For I had no templates left to use and need to get at least three done, or I’ll get so far behind, doing the blog will become too much for me. I just winced when I saw the state of the place! So I got back on the computer to update this blog as far as to here, and I had to begin making some CorelDraw graphics for the templates. Getting late now, if I don’t do it, with it being midday, the weariness is about to dawn. I’ve been up for twelve hours now. I’m afraid I wasn’t up to concentrate, so I got something made up to eat.

I used the last of cooked pork, chicken tikka on sticks, garden peas and tomatoes. I lathered plenty of butter on the Sourdough bread, added the last pot pf the horrible Iceland raspberry trifle, and got down to eat it. The flavour-rating given was only 5/10, but the sourdough bread was tasty enough.

Missed most of it! Grumph!

I washed the pots and got down again, wondering if Sweet Morpheus would be kinder to me tonight? It was all tiny-nod-offs and waking repetitions. Of the two half-hour episode of Tales of the Unexpected, I might have been awake for the ten-minutes worth. Then, of course, I thought this is it, sleep commeth now… Did it Thunderbogworthy!

Well, yes, it did in a way, but in spells of a few minutes, then I’d wake up, simmer and stew a while, drop of again for a few minutes… Not very good at all!

In the end, I gave up about 23:40hrs, got up for a wee-wee, and then started doing some much-needed graphics.

Incorruptible Inchie, Wednesday 20th January 2021, Diary

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Wednesday 20th January 2021

Swahili: Jumao tarehe 20 Januari 2021

00:25hrs: I came back to semi-consiousness, the first thought was of the Iceland delivery that is due, and will they send any bread this time?

As I glanced at the notepad, I did my best to read what I had written down lat night. But it was a forlorn hope, although I do seem to recall having a cracking headache as I got my head down?

Then, as is a regular occurrence, the instant, urgent need for a wee-wee arrived. And the diurnally battle to get my flubber-blubber-bellied body out of the second-hand, c1968 recliner, up onto my feet. This morning it was a relatively easy task. But the pains from Harold’s Haemorrhoids were as bad as they have been for many months. Caught my balance easily enough, and I wobbled over to the overnight-wee-wee-bucket.

Another record broke here, I reckon. I passed more in this one visit than ever before! It took me so long, I thought I’d never stop! I was baffled at how so much liquid could have come from the stomach. (Then again, confusedness does come to me so easily) 

I went to get a bottle of the made-up spring-water and cordial, for there was a thirst-and-a-half on me this morning. I took this photo from the light & view-blocking window of the morning view. The wind was howling, yet I could still hear the ‘Hum’ as well? As I closed the window, the rain started to come down.

Heckithump! Back to the bucket for another wee-wee! Another marathon session. Not blasting, but I had no control over the flow, on and on it went again. Now, the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) needed emptying. A big bucket, it is too! I emptied and sanitised it, and washed the hands. I replaced it near the computer, cause it was obviously going to be needed again. Tsk!

I fetched the bottle and started the computer. I got the photos uploaded into CorelDraw, and titivated them top look a bit better than they did, which was not good.

Five minutes into doing this, and yet another incumbent wee-wee was needed. Not quite as long this one, but it started to hurt a bit towards the end, and for the first time, there was some PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling)

By the time I’d got the photos done, and in the WordPress gallery, the two-litre bottle of spring water had all been drunk! I washed my hands and went to make up and refill the bottle. I also spotted that the airlessness thingy, supplied by Nottingham City Homes, showed a temperature and humidity as both being in the green, only just, but this was far better than yesterday.

I pressed on with the WordPressing and got the Tuesday diary updated. Nicodemus and SSS were both being so kind to me… But of all ailments, Colin Cramps was giving me bother in the left-hand fingers. Usually (and regularly) he does this at night after I settle done in the c1968 recliner. But now he was having a ball with me, Gawd blimey, he was! I got the Phorpain gel, I and had a good rubbing in session. Of course, it doesn’t help ease the pain, but the doctors say the rubbing in helps? I realised I had not taken the morning medications yet, so I did along with an extra Zapain that the mystery tenant angel gave me.

The Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometer, gave a much better reading this time. SYS down to 156. DIA to 81, and the Pulse at 82.

This was a pleasant change for me.

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was a little higher, at 37.3°c, but it was still with a been background colour, so it must be within range methinks.

Oh, dearie me! Back to the NWWB, and getting fed-up with it (Hehehe!), I had one more marathon session. This time, there was no PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) or PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling). Another long session. Washed the hands, and noted that Harold’s Haemorrhoids were getting even more painful, why? I suppose it’s because I’m doing such a lot of sitting down at the computer?

While I was up, I made some waste bags and got them into the box on the three-wheeler walker in the hallway.

As I got on with the updating, I also noticed that warm, wet sensation from the rear end! Damnations, the haemorrhoids were bleeding! Off to the wet room, and cleaned and medicated Harold’s area. Got new PPs on (this is costing me a fortune!) Washed up and returned to the computerisationing.

Despite Harold, Colin and stopping for wee-wees (three-times!), I got the blog finished. Posted it off, Pinterested pictures, and Emailed the link. Did some Facebooking, and realised that I had not had a wee-wee for an hour? Not complaining, mind!

Then went on the WP comments. Next, the WordPress Reader section.

Made a brew of 99 tea, the first cuppa today. Then made a start on this post, but Colin Cramps is still playing me up, so, things will take a long time to get done… if at all!

Off to get the ablutions done, all but a shower that is. With the Iceland delivery due to come so early. I’ll get the shower later on. The toothache was baddish. Not a single cut shaving. Soon done, and out to the computer, oh, after making a mug of Glengettie.

I didn’t get far, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrives, and with the Iceland delivery that could arrive at any time – bad timing! I rushed things along as best I could – and believe it or not, the evacuation apart from painful, with pushing thing, was almost perfect. Not smelly, or messy. And cleared in one flush!

Back on the computer, and the wee-wee demands reignited. Humph! And this one was a marathon again! Colin Cramps was getting even worse now, so I had a look to see if any Codeines were in the pods. What a mess they were in! The spill cover was loose, and all this week’s medications are mixed up, some pods with two tablets in, and others with nine!

It’s not been a good day up to now, has it? As I thought this, EQ indicated it was going to get worse – he’s never wrong! My spirits sank, and the bottom lip started to protrude. Hehehe!

I got dressed properly, I and made another tasty brew of Glengettie tea.

The intercom sounded and lit up, aha, the Iceland deliveryman arrived. I let him in, and got my facemask on and waited at the front door for him. He put the bags through the door for me, and off he trotted with a can of rum in thanks.

As I was taking the carriers through to the kitchen, it dawned on me that there were only three of them? I was sure I ordered more than that.

But of course, I could have made mistakes on the order. It has been known for me to (not much!) Hehe! I looked at the email with the list of products. Oh, dearie me! A little short of the essentials today! EQ was right again!

Next, I decided to get the showering done, before starting on the CorelDrawing graphics. Then realised I’d not got my Yakult on, I’d left it in the wet room. 

So, I trudged off to fetch it, as it was getting colder, or I was anyway. I foolishly thought that I’d coped wellish with today’s Whoopsiedangleplop, Hah!

Granglesknackersbuggerit!

I’d only left the hot water tap (faucet) running in the wetroom sink! The water was stone cold! And would not heat up until about 17:00hrs. So much for taking a shower, then!

Of course, this didn’t make me boiling mad at myself, start name-calling and insulting me, oh, no! self-hatred and loathing didn’t come into my mind at all. Depressed? Me? No!… This lying lark is not good! I was self-conscious about my repeated failures, memory blanks, inability to comprehend, and knowledge that things are not going to get better! I could have flooded the poor soul/s in the flat below! Just pure chance that the overflow coped with it, and although belatedly, I found out in time to avert a disaster. I got an acidy taste in the mouth, self-hatred, most likely.

I got some mushroom cooking in the crock-pot, added some Squid and malt vinegar, and sea salt. I was not concentrating as I did it, and dropped the salt pot. Somehow, it didn’t matter, at the moment.

I had a peep at the YourArea Emagazine, for updates to the Coronova locally and weather.

I forced myself to try CorelDrawing again, at least Colin Cramps was easing off at last, then remembered seeing an email from Jenny earlier, and opened it. I sent a reply. I hope they are doing alright down there in their flat. Jenny has Nora living with her while the lockdown is on, a wonderful gesture, the dear Doris appreciates it so much and deserves it.

Back to CorelDrawing at last. I got just one graphic done, sad innit?

The weariness fell as I got the nosh prepared. This meal was so easy to prepare, nowt hot, so no worries over the oven not working. It’s a shame that Iceland failed to deliver the other three packs of cooked meat and the bread, else I’d be able to make more easy meals, especially as I enjoyed this one so much. The taste-rating of 8/10 given.

Between eating, getting the pots washed and taking the evening medications, I needed three wee-wees! I prayed that they would not interrupt my sleep. Or even worse – any escapages would be suffered overnight! Please!

What a great, nights kip it turned out to be! ♥

I put a Die Hard, DVD,

I soon fell asleep and stayed wee-wee free!

I dreamed, but memories didn’t come back to me,

Had a straight five hours sleep, so you see,

I was just waking up, that spoilt my glee!

Mind you, then I needed another wee-wee!

Inconversant Inchie, Tuesday 19th January 2021, diary

♥ Cinematical TFZers ♥

Tuesday 19th January 2021

Maori: Turei 19 o Hanuere 2021

00:30hrs: The demand for a wee-wee welcomed me as I woke up. I bravely forced my unfortunately ever-heavier stomached body from the comfort of the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly-beige-coloured, rickety, uncomfortable, recliner. Up on to my feet. I caught my balance, visited the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). I had an LPPP (Long-Powerful-Persistent-Peeing) session), followed by a period of CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribbling),  that surprisingly, lasting for minutes!

I made a brew and washed the pots from last night that I’d left to soak.

Took a photo of the morning view, not a good one, now the Nikon camera has conked-out, I have to use the Canon camera, which doesn’t take night shots well. And then started updating the Monday blog.

And got it completed in record time, I think. NN (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters) and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), were the only ailments that gave me any problems, they were both only intermittent, and I coped amazingly well. To start with, thus, my Smug-Mode was engaged for a while. I do hope they still behave when I have to take the shave!

The six wee-wees taken during the updating were of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) style, and the CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribbling), but only a few drops and much weaker than the first one.

All done, I posted off the diary. Sent the Email links. Pinterested a couple of snaps. And delved into Facebook updating…

This was when the Smug-Mode died. NN, SSS and even Neuropthy Pete gave me a sat-down right leg dance! With the c1962 cabinet where I was seated on the computer, which still has some heavy wooden doors. I involuntarily tested their sturditity with my shin, ankle and knee a few times. Which set of CCP (Cathy’s Cartilage Protella) hurting somewhat. That bit of good luck didn’t last long! But at least I got the updating done with relative ease, so, I’m not moaning… much, anyway! Hehehe!

After the Facebooking was done, I went on the WP comments, then over to the WordPress Reader section.

Each of the four wee-wees taken during the Facebooking updating was of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) style again, but the CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribbling) was far less.

Ah, the joys and mysteries of an ageing bladder! Hehe!

The morning summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and I poddled to the wet-room. It was almost an exact repeat of yesterdays messy evacuation, but this time, with a decent amount of pain as the bale of straw looking torpedo gained its freedom. (It felt about the same size too!) Several manual refills of the tank were needed to clear the product, and some BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) annoying bending to clean things up. After cleaning up the room and myself, I generously stayed a lot of air freshener in the wet room, before leaving. The silver-lining search: At least I didn’t walk into the door frame going in or out. No, Dizzy Dennis, Balance-Loss-Brian, or tumble visits. It could have a worse session!

I was now nothing like I was when I got up this morning! The ailments were gathering, giving me grief, and I decided to take an extra pain-killer, with the morning medications, and make a brew of Glengettie. Which, I did.

After taking the medications, I carried out the Health Checks. Starting with the BP on the Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer. The SYS had come down from 184 to 170, and the Pulse from Sundays high of 91, yesterdays 66, now 75.

The Amazon bought, (for a very reasonable cost of £29), Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was of 36.9°c. It was up a smidge, but it is still in the green on the reading, so nae bother there to fret about at all.

I tried to get a graphic or two done on CorelDraw before it was time for the ablutioning to be done.

Ablutionalisationing Report:

As I went into the hallway en route to the wet-room, some idiot had left the mop and bucket in the hallway. Ahem! There followed a toe-stubbing right on the metal clasp of the wringer-outerer, at the bottom! It was a singularly painful one! Of course, I didn’t swear, or anything like that, or call myself ‘a stupid, thick ♫%£+ing idiot, either! Ahuh! I had a little talking to and admonishing myself, and swore to be more careful in future. Don’t know why I bothered really!

I got on with the shaving, pretty pleased with timing for once. ‘The Goon Show’ was about to start, on Radio Four-Extra, Grrreat!

As I was getting the shaving tackle off of the trolley, I… wait for it… stubbed my toe against the wheel! Silver-lining: it was a different toe, and not so keen as the first one! My language was all calm, not self-depreciative, I did not spit, and there was none-cursing. Ahem! I just plodded on.

The shaving had only a few dropsies, and just the one, I say, One, tiny nick. I did a decent job with the new Bic razors, too. , then I thought it best to abandon it, with things seeming to be on a run of bad luck.

Moved into the shower, after cleaning another of the multitude of black spots off of the floor. (I do a little patch each time I shower, Gawd I’m a good lad, I am at times!) I had a super-shower, a good scrub-up, used the brush and loofah! No banging into the grab bars, Dizzy Dennis’s, Loss of Balance Bernards!

The pins, hooves and tootsies looked in fine form. I dried off and got the medicationing done. Olive-oiled the ear holes. Next, I creamed the furuncle and carefully Germoloided Harold’s Haemorrhoids. They did sting bit! Then Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s and Cathy Cartilage’s knees. Put the eye drops in. Nasal hygiene sprayed the nostrils. Cleaned the spectacles, decoked the hearing aids and checked the batteries… It’s a job and a half every day! There is another dollop of advice for the whippersnappers. About what they might expect when they are growing old! Hahaha!

I got the PP’s on and exited the wet room. To go and get some clothes on. As I was struggling into the trouser, I realised I had not done my teeth cleaning!

I returned to the wet room, giving myself a third toe-stubbing on the mop bucket, that I had failed to move on the first stubbing! Somehow, this had a relaxing effect on me. The third stubbing of the day, surely that’ll be it, they say things happen in threes?

Got the teeth cleaned without too much bother. Then I got some waste bags made up and, and along with the masses of recycling bags and carton, I filled up the trolley and box.

This could be dodgy, I thought, getting the trolley to the chute and then down the lift to the caretakers’ bins, with any spillage, dropsies or other calamities!

I had a bit of bother getting the badly-balanced three-wheeler trolley out of the door into the lift’s lobby, and even more, bother getting it through into the lift lobby.

But being the confident, young, strong, capable stalwart that I am, I pressed on and got to the waste chute-room without the slightest bit of bother Ahem! Alright then, I got in trapped a finger in the iron chute lid, dropped three bags, clouted my head against the wall, when going down to pick one of the bags up. And coming back out, the left-hand knuckle got a bash against the door frame.

I got in a lift, and as I exited on the ground floor, the route to the main lobby door was blocked by signed and cones from the workmen who were doing the upgrading work. Nae bother for me, I used the fire exit out to the bin area. Robert, the caretaker, was not there, he can’t always be, he’s other jobs all over the flats. I dropped the box’s and bags where the bins usually are, but not today.

I hobbled along Chestnut Way in the drizzle, to the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) Interrogation and holding cell office.

As I got into the Winwood Court foyer, a sharp dizzy-spell nearly had me over! It left me a little confused and worried afterwards. It only lasted about 30 seconds, but I had to wait a while before moving on. What next! Took this snap of inside Winwood Court.

No lights were seen in the office, so I retreated, back out in the light drizzle, and made my way back towards Woodthorpe Court. I heard a voice, and I turned around, it was ILC, Desk Top Dancer, Warden Deana calling me from the Holding Cells window. I returned to the office. She asked if I knocked on the door, but I could not remember the dizzy coming on. We had a distanced natter, Deana, Warden and Ice-skating champion Warden Julie, and I.

I departed, and the drizzle had stopped as I limped along.

Welsh William passed on his way to the bus stop. Not seen him for about three months now, but I don’t go out on the bus nowadays, of course. Jealous? Me? Yes!

I got back inside the building via the caretaker fire door.

Not a soul in sight, I reckon the working lads must have been on their tea-break.

I got through the passage and into the lift lobby.

The way is still blocked off, no access to the front door. The chaps seem to be making some headway in the upgrading. No rush, we’ve had it for four years now, I think… definitely three. Finding a protected Pipistrelle bat, then the holidays, then the Coronavirus, it must have been a nightmare for Nottingham City Homes. Well, some of the residents ain’t too happy about it. But it can’t be helped. Hehe!

As I got up to the floor, I met Robert, the caretaker, with few words.

Got in the flat, I put the trolley away, and finished washing the Manufactured in Pakistan, long-sleeved shirt, all done, wrung and hung to dry.

I got the photos sorted and used then to update this blog. It dawned on me then, I haven’t had a wee-wee for over two hours? Confusing!

I was getting in a pickle with the food deliveries, and I made an order for next Monday from Iceland. 06:00 > 08:00hrs.

Then had a look at the latest Coronavirus figures I could find, for Nottingham. Which showed a slight bit of optimism at least, a drop in numbers I thought. Then I came across this report, about where I live in Sherwood. This was not good! Yet still, people go out every day on the buses.

I’d love to go out shopping, but it wouldn’t be fair to others.

I pressed on with the updating of this diary. It is hard work with Nicodemus and SSS, both giving me jerks and making me make so many errors repeatedly.

I made a brew… still no more wee-wees?

The rain had stopped all together now, but the view when I took these photographs, from the thick-framed, hard to get at to clean, light and view-blocking kitchen window, was looking decidedly somewhat threatening.

I was getting so tired now, and I thought about what to have for a nosh. Making my mind up can sometimes be an impossibility, so quisquous. I’ll check the use-by dates, then have the shortest, methinks.

The cooked smokey bacon had the shortest date on it. So I got a carton of chopped tomatoes, with some added basil oregano and sea salt. Warmed up the fruit and juice, and added the bacon. I think I may have put a little too much basil in, but I still enjoyed it—a flavour-rating of 7½/10. I had the last of the bread with it, but I hope some more will be delivered in the morning from Iceland.

I found some scribbled notes on the pad I was using to recall thing to put on here in the morning. But at this moment in writing, I’m blown if I can decipher it. Maybe, perchance a Doctor might read this, and can help me out? Hehehe!

I got the TV on and found a Sherlock Holmes episode showing. Ah, that’ll do me! I thought.

ZZZ!

Infamous Inchie, Sunday 17th January 2021

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

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Sunday 17th January 2021

Hawaiian: Lāpule 17 Lanuali 2021

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I tended to the belated Health Checks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What an odd day!

 

Intangible Inchie, Friday 15th January 2021 – Diary

♥ TFZer Royalty ♥

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Friday 15th January 2021

German: Freitag, 15. Januar 2021

22:50hrs: Woke up wanting a wee-wee. (Nothing new there then!) The brain seemed to engage quicker than it normally does, and within seconds I was tugging dragging and humping my wobbly-bellied, oversized stomached body from the recliner, and got up, caught my balance, and visited the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). Only to find the complete opposite of yesterday morning.

Gone was the overly-keen, almost hosepipe-like jets of relief, replaced with a reluctant, trickling, splattering, spraying all over the place wee-wee! Worse, it needed a lot of pressure applied to start and keep the flow going? A bit of a hard job, painful, and took me ages too. But, at least there was no PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) or PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling). Whilst performing this act, I cheered up considerably when I remembered the mystery donator’s pain killers could be taken later. (Thanks again, whoever it was who helped me!)

I poddled off to wash my hands and other areas in need, then to the kitchen to get the kettle on. I took this snap of the now snow-free view from the can’t get at to wash, new thick-framed, dirty, light & view-blocking windows.

Started the Health Checks, and the Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer reading, was fantastic! The SYS had tumbled down to 150. The DIA down by one and the pulse had dipped a lot, done to 89! Grrreat!

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer,  was again almost spot-on the button at 36.6°c in the green. I’m doing well this week with my body temperature readings.

I took the medications next, with the gone-cold tea. It was a pleasant experience, having the kindly-donated Zapain® to ease the Toothache Thomas, Cathy’s Cartilage and Ann Gyna, and it worked, too!

A grumble from the innards, and involuntary, endogenous passing of wind from the rear end, had me abandoning things on the computer, and hastening like lighting to the wet-room in need of the Porcelain Throne. Well, I mean hobbling to the wet room, then!

Another change from yesterday’s visit. I got down on the raised seat, and things would not start, but splatterings and wind were coming straight away. I had a go at the crossword book, no sooner picked it up, and the movement began. Another big-dollop, sticky, gooey and messy in the extreme!

The cistern did not clear things after the third flush. It took three or four hand refills to do that, and ‘bits’ were still coming back up? I spent ages cleaning up. What a Pallava it was!

Back onto the computer, and uploaded the photos from yesterday and this morning, to CorelDraw. Readied them for the blog, and opened WordPress. Made a start updating the Wednesday diary. Got the update finished after a few hours, and I made another mug of Glengettie.

The morning view, photographed from the light & view-blocking kitchenette window, made eerie pictures.

I Pinterested a couple of pictures, then sent the Email link off. Then caught up with the Facebooking. Perused the WordPress Reader Section, some brilliant photos on there today. The ones from Tim Price in New Mexico, are well worth a look, here’s the link:

Cranes, mallards, skies, owls, and Spunk the cat

Then I thought about my coenaculous desires, I and got some breakfast made.

I could have a look at the new Lockdown instructions at the same time, perhaps. But plans got delayed when I picked up the multiple 4-four sheets to have a quick perusal off.

By the time I’d read one page, and started on the other side of it, I’d forgotten what I’d just read before! However, I persevered and managed to read all of the pages.

No Smug-Mode, though. Cause I reckon only about 10% of the content actually sank in. Most of what I read I’m already doing!

I made a brekkers. Mini pork pies, tomatoes, grapes, dried onions, a Marmite cheese disc, oh, and three little thin slices of the buttered Milk Roll loaf, none left now, Tsk! I will eat the food. Hahaha!

The wee-wees are far less often than yesterday, weaker, and more dribblier!

Ah, well, washed the pots and off to get the ablutions done.

Ablutionalisationing Report:

  • I stripped and into the wet room, I noticed the patellas seem to be doing their own thing? Of course, both are affected by Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, but the right one has CC (Cathy Cartilage) to contend with, and thus, is usually the more painful of the two, as today. The marked difference in appearance, odd lumps etc. has not been noticed before. Still, it gives a bit of character to the photograph, don’t you think? I reckon that one leg is getting fatter than the other? Haha!
  • On the bright side, the pins and feet didn’t look bad at all!
  • Not an easy session compared to the last two, which have been far less bothersome, Starting with the teeth cleaning, no bother from the tooth, that’ll be the pain killers helping, but the dropsies were unbelievable. I dropped the toothbrush (several times, Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were on and off), and the toothpaste. As I returned the toothbrush to the tray, SSS (Shuddering Shoulder-Shirley) made me knock, the bottle of Brut aftershave, razor pot, and nasal spray off of the trolley. The bottle broke! On the bright side, it smells lovely in the wet room now!
  •  The spray nozzle on the nasal hygiene spray broke!
  • I had a few knocks on many hard surfaces, picking up and cleaning things. And I ended up with BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) giving me some stick with all the bending.
  • The Shaving went well, mind you: one tiny cut, and only two dropsies, no injuries.
  • The showering had its moments; I was doing nicely thank you, until SSS reappeared, and wrapped my knuckles on the grab rail, I swore, and then dropped the shower gel bottle, which landed on my right foot and toe! I swore again!
  • The drying off went smoothly, no accifauxpas, no spillage or knocking into or anything over!
  • The medicating and dressing did not go well. The cap on the Germoloid ointment flew off across the room, I still haven’t found it yet! By pure chance, the cap to the nearly empty tube of Care+ ointment fitted the Germolid tube, so I used that and threw away the Care+ tube. Good and bad luck there?
  • The CC affected patella, was most displeased when I rube in the Phorpain gel. Very tender.

Still, I’ve had much worse sessions. The Pharmacy prescription cock-ups, new paperwork, Sock-Glide and lockdown gives me more worries and anguish.

I noticed the, I’m not sure what you call it, a monitor for temperature and humidity gadget, shows the humidity as further below the green zone, and it got worse later, down 10 points under? I’ll take a look at Google, see what comes up.

I meant to do this yesterday but forgot to. Hard to believe, me forgetting something, I know. Hehehe! I consulted Mr Google about humidity monitors, and I got this piece of advice? American, I assume.

I rechecked the emails, and I ended up looking at this morning’s Your-Area E-magazine. I found some bits scaremongering and of mild interest.

This photo of the Metro front page is scary.

All the other newspaper were offering hope that he Coronavirus is slowing down, and asking ‘Can we hope that it is under control?’

I fear not, yet!

This was found on the Nottingham News site. Cheered my up a bit. I’d like to know how the student paid the fine immediately? Must have been a foreign pupil.

Years ago, when I was working in security, I was sub-contracted to work at Nottingham Trent University. End the end of the first working shift (Nights), the mail arrived, sacks of it, and I was to put in the respective cubby-holes. One parcel for a Chinese student, it was brick-sized and crammed full of paper money arrived. On the label, was a note stating that the contents’ total value was less than £2500. Just a memory triggered.

I went to make a brew of Glengettie, and the weather had changed a bit from earlier. I’m sorry I took it now, it was freezing out there! It must have fallen while I was doing the lengthy ablution session. Haha! It put me off going anywhere even if I could.

An hour or so later, I went into the kitchen to check on what to have for nosh later on. And the fog had descended now, it got worse later.

I made up a couple of graphics for future templates, on CorelDraw. I could feel the weariness coming on, so I tried to rush a bit.

I got the meal prepping started. Took the evening medications. Very early in the day, for I was wearied beyond belief, I got the nosh served up. 

I’d taken the cheap Hubbards (Sainsbury’s generic name) bacon offcuts, that was 300gr and just two thick slices of gammon, and cut off the mass of fat on it and into the oven. Chopped tomatoes in the saucepan. Added two part-baked rolls later. Some grapes, mousse and a mini chocolate cake.

I feasted and wallowed in it! Everything came out well, the bacon surprisingly so.

A flavour rating of 8/10 was given. I ate slowly to allow things to digest, and after finishing the nosh, fell asleep, with the tray balancing precariously on my mountain of wobbly-fleshed rotundish stomach!

I woke an hour or so later, and wondered how the heck everything had managed to stay on the tray, and nothing fell off of fleshy tummy?

With difficulty (Cathy Cartilage), I stood and took the tray for washing in the kitchen sink. Then returned, blurry-eyed, to the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner.

The landline flashed and chirped. The struggle out of the recliner again was not easy with CC so stiff and painful, but I got there in time somehow. It was my Vampire Nurse Angel, Hristina, to tell me she’ll be coming on Monday, between 0900 > 1100hrs. I thanked her, had a rare wee-wee, washed, and got back down in the c1968 recliner.

To my consternation, sleep did not easily come to me, how, with feeling so drained, I didn’t know. So I put the TV on – that cracked it for me! The first set of adverts came on, and off I went, to join Sweet Morpheus!

Intangled Inchie, Thursday 14th January 2021

 You’ve got to love her!

Thursday 14th January 2021

Afrikaan: Donderdag 14 Januarie 2021

01:40hrs: I reclaimed ersatz life, to be greeted by of the ‘Hum’, and the noise from the machinery on the roof, greeted me.

For once, I was not a willing waker-upperer. There was a certain degree of melancholic dolefulness, lingering in the grey-cells. As it was beginning to develop into neuroticism, a bit of good luck, the need for a wee-wee arrived. And my mind was diverted to concentrating on getting safely out of the grotty, £300, second-hand, c1968, unsteady, not-working, incommodious, sickenly beige-coloured, haemorrhoid-testing recliner and catching my balance to get the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), in time.

1: I didn’t make it in time. Oh, dearie me! The PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) caught me out – then the wee-weeing started without hesitation as normally would have, with what seemed like a gallon of liquid belting out like water from a fireman’s hose! Never in the field of wee-weeing, have I passed so much in a shorter time!

2: I got en route to the wet room to clean things up, and a high-priority demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I must have been only feet away from the door to the wet room, and I failed to get there on time. Another embarrassing early arrival caught me out, once again!

CW023: The innards content came out part-way, and refused to budge any further. Which was confusing, cause it felt soft but massive. I grabbed the crossword book because it was obvious that things were not going to be pushable, I decided to wait until the innards were ready. When things did start, it didn’t finish completely. I ended up standing up in a straggling position. And the newly started yesterday, Andrex roll, was almost used up! The amount of bleeding again was a bit worrying.

The cleaning, freshening up (vigorously) and medicating after the evacuation was, inwardly belittling and took me ages! Harold’s Haemorrhoids were stinging like never before! The Germolid ointment is running low. New PP’s were put on, and a good wash and sanitising of the touch-areas was completed. Gawd, I’ve only been up for about an hour, and I was feeling drained already! What a start to the day! Granglesbognessbuggerit!

Off I went to the kitchen to make a brew of 99 tea. As I turned off the light to take this photo facing the kitchen window, I needed yet another wee-wee! It was another sudden urgent affair, and I was lucky to get to the bucket on time. Another long, blasting-out affair! Washed the mitts, back to the kitchenette and made the brew.

Got the computer on, and more Windows updates had arrived, they scare me you, know! Humph!

As I was loading WordPress, the need for yet another wee-wee arrived. I truly had to empty the NWWB, it was that full!

I washed and disinfected it, and returned with it to the computer room. Finally, I started on the photos uploads, then the updating of the Wednesday IT diary. Half an hour into this… yes you’ve guessed, another wee-wee was required! However, it was less torrential and far less of it this time. I washed the dandies and returned to the main junk room.

I engaged my famously unproductive Sherlock Holmesian Investigative mode. I pondered on why the wee-weeing was so persistent and powerful today. After a while considering and analysing all available data, I arrive at the following conclusion: I had obviously got the medications wrong somehow. With the  Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345, Mansfield Road, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the launderette and pub, near the Lidl store, cocking up the pill pods and failing to put any covers on them, that caused me to drop all the pills on the floor. Got down on my knees to pick them up, but many have never been seen again, then calling for help for me to get back up off of the floor, and handed up guessing which was which of the Furesomide, Beta-Blockers and Codeine? Tsk!

I then pressed on with the diarying, got it finished. (Three wee-wees) Posted it off, Pinterested a photo, and went on the WordPress Reader. Then, onto Facebook catch-up, and decided to get the Health Checks done.

The SYS had gone up a little more. Humph!

The temperature was fine, though. At least something seems to be near normal. I can’t say that very often! Hehe!

A mammoth wee-wee, there are getting longer again? How? Why?


Back on the computer and had a read of the YourArea e-magazine.

The Coronavirus figures are now scarier than ever! I wish some of the folks who go out every day on the bus would read these figures. They could be spreading the virus every time? The UK figures shown were even more frightening to me.

I got some brekkers before it was time to get the ablutions seen to.

I sat and ate it all up slowly, to degust it fully. Everything on the plate was good tastewise. The dried onions, grapes and Pork & pickle mini-pies were excellent! A Brekkers-Rating of  8.5/10!

Off to get the ablutions done. And boy, yet again it was a good one: The ailments were fair to me…ish. The dropsies were only about eight in total. Just the one cut shaving. The showering was Dizzy Dennis-free. Oh, yes! Just the once clout against the grab-rail, but a very minor one. Even the medicationalisationing went injury free! Not pain-free, but you can’t have everything. Hehehe!

The hand-washing was done when I got out of the wet-room. Just one Myanmar (Burmese) zip-up jacket,  and a woollen cap, were done, wrung and hung.

I made up a coup;e pf rubbish bags and a recycling one, then got them on the box on the walker-guide, got to the doorway, and had to nip back to the wet-room for a wee-wee!

This one was far less vicious and much sorter. In my opine, this indicates that I must have taken two Furesomides instead of one in the Carrington Pharmacy cock-up. But was it a Codeine or a Beta-blocker that I’d taken extra? Could have been a Codeine, cause the toothache is not so bad today?  Another Sherlockian Mode there, Haha!

I decided to visit ILC, (Independent Living Coordinator), Ballerina and Warden, Deana later. To ask her to ring the chemist for me. To find out when the next prescription delivery is due, and ask them to not put the stuff in pill-pods. Why, you ask? (Well, you should! Haha!) The pill-pod-packs that the nurse thought and I would be a good thing and control my medications better are just not working at all! They come with different numbers of might dose pill? Last month they came with no pull covers, and I lost a weeks supply. And I am now out of Codeine; unless some of the rescued tablets might be them, but of course, I’ll never know! I do know it is hard work sorting tablets for the month from boxes, but I can check easier to see that they have not short delivered me!

I got down in the lift to the ground floor lobby, it was mayhem, the working lads all around, and having to move to let us through. I got outside, and our caretakers were out under the cover, near the bins. They took the bags and box from me. I had a chunter about the folks who keep going out every day, and spreading the virus, they agreed… I think.

Then I poddled in the getting heavier rain to Winwood Court and the Obersturmbannfuhreresses Interrogation room, Holding-Cell and Office. Hehehe! Deana rang the chemist for me and wrote the time down of the prescription’s delivery for me. 16th January. I thanked her, and out into the rain again back to Woodthorpe Court.

I got in the lift after the workers had made room for me again, bless ’em.  I thought I’d pressed the twelfth-floor button, but when I arrived at the fifteenth, I realised I hadn’t? Getting senile is not an option, you know, but it comes free-gratis, at least! Heterophemy is something else that we get free in our later years. Just thought I’d warn any whippersnappers who might have wandered onto this page by mistake! Not to mention the physical ailments.

I’m waffling again, that’s also a quality you might cop-for in later years, I did, obviously. Hehe!

I got down to the right floor, taking this snap as I left the elevator cage with my emptied out cardboard box and carriers adorning the trolley.

As I put the kettle on, I noticed that sleet had joined in with the rain, the houses all around were getting a coating on their rooftops. A lot of rain still, so it shouldn’t settle. (Famous last words?) Seconds later I got the camera and took this shot of the view from the window. I may have to review my forecast now. Har-har!

As I began to pour the tea, Colin Cramps attacked, in my left hand and fingers. The photo I took, not easy with the right-hand, assisted by my bulging, wobbly midriff. It might be because I knew what was happening, but the photo seemed to have a slight blur on the index finger, that’s because it was shaking all over the place, while all the other digits were distorted and rock-hard. I had to wait a while before Colin cleared the body, then he had a go at my right ankle! Spangleturdes!

I got the oven warming up for the sweet potato Cottage pie to be cooked later, with I hope lashings of ready-grated Leicester Cheese! Then went on CorelDraw, to make up a few graphics for future use.

The regular quotidian weariness fell early again, and I had to admit to failure on the graphic-making, and I stopped, had a wee-wee, and got the fodder prepared. The eyes were getting heavy already.

I got the ready-made sweet potato shepherds pie out of the fridge. Then, I added some frenched red pepper, and spread them over the tray, and dolloped tons of Leicester grated cheese on top of it. Put in the oven, and set the timer that I cannot hear, but hopefully just might, for 20 minutes.

I heard a clunk and went to investigate at the front door, and sure enough, there were three items put through the door. This one with the HMG insignia on it, I opened first.

That was eight A4 pages from the Government, about the new lock-down rules. I put them on the old no-longer working, broken-down printer to look at in the morning.

The second one was the INR Warfarin DVT results, I put that on the bookcase with the others.

The last one, a hand-written envelope, was something that made my day, it boosted me into a land of appreciation, joy and brought on contentment that I have not had for years. I have no idea of the donor, but felt she or he was an Angel!

To the gifter: “Thank you very much, that was so kind of you, and much needed. Bless!” These will last me until the prescriptions arrive, may your kindness be rewarded. ♥

I took the evening medications with the meal, as recommended by the Doctor. Then got the meal served upon the tray. I added some sugar snap peas and grapes, and a very basic pot of custard and jelly dessert, that took me back to Brookfield Place, and being an ankle-snapper! Hehe!

And a feast of flavescent, fermenting, fervid flavour, found its way down my gullet. I ate slowly to appreciate the taste. At first, I thought the peppers might be a little too hot for me, but they were fine, the whole meal was Grrreat!

I expect that being helped so generously by the unknown Angel, I’ll now be able to take a Codeine helped eased the pain from the teeth, and helped tremendously, in the enjoyment stakes. A flavour-rating of 9.2/10 for this feast of fodder! The taste-buds had been well satisfied. And ease of mind followed.

The wonderfully kind gesture of the donation was heartwarming.

I put the TV on, but I was soon in the hands of Sweet Morpheus. A good four uninterrupted hours later, I woke in need of a wee-wee. I could still taste the fodder, and knowing that (thanks to the mystery person) I had some painkillers at hand, contentment lingered.

Inept Inchcock, Diary – Monday 11th January 2021

Monday 11th January 2021

Bulgarian: Понеделник, 11 януари 2021 г.

23:35hrs: I came back to consciousness, to be greeted by BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) and HH Hippy-Hilda, both giving me more aches and pains than ever before. It became obvious that during yesterday and Nocturnally, the terrible Mind-Blanks, Dizzy Dennis visits and all the Confusion Conrads, that I must have gone over on the floor at some time. Tsk!

Still, I didn’t feel sorry for myself, I was actually pleased that I’d got through the attacks without any other or worse injuries. Thinking about it, it may have been another mini-stroke, the metallic taste in the mouth, was very similar when I was coming out of the last big stroke. So, I might have been lucky. Patchy memories of the event remain.

But other than the discomfort of the bruisings, I was feeling much better and with-it now. Slow-witted still maybe, but ten-times perkier than last night! A good sleep helped no doubt. I reckon I must have had over five (piecemeal) hours in restful slumber!

I had a wee-wee, a tricky affair, and got the computer on to update the diary. I spent a lot longer trying to remember what had occurred, yet odd incidents, were gin clear than I did in typing the details? Albeit I guessed at some, had no doubt missed others off. Once I began writing, things went extraordinarily well. Lack of hassle from Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters and Dizzy Dennis felt so unnatural, incredible really.

I did the Health Checks. Amazingly, the SYS was down from 184 to 164, DIA lower from 84 to 81. Pulse  Down to 77 from 84?

All finished as best I could anyway, I sent off the post and emailed the link. Pinterested a couple of pictures, and went on Facebooking catch-up. Good timing, just as I had finished, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived.

Off to the wet room, and the evacuation was one of the best for months! Effortless, painless, and neither Trotsky Terence nor Constipation Konrad had the upper hand! Not too messy, not overly pongy either! The only thing of any concern was that the bleeding was mucous-like, but not a lot of it. This got me thinking while washing the hands, I stood for a few moments thinking about yesterdays problems. 

  • Had it been a mini-stroke?
  • Only the metallic taste in the mouth gave any indication that it might have been?
  • I would surely have pressed the wristlet panic alarm if I had thought it was? (My memories were so obscure, unestablished and confused)
  • How could I go/fall over and not remember doing so?
  • Breaking pots and dropping things without realising?
  • I later found I’d left the fridge door open, and the tap running? (On the bright side, the butter will spread easier, and it was the cold water tap [faucet], I’d left running, not the hot one, and the plug was not in the sink) Hehe!
  • How come I’m feeling so good this morning?
  • Why have the regular ailments not started kicking off yet this morning? (Apart from Cathy Cartilage, Anne Gyna) No Duodenal Donald, SSS has barely given me a twinge yet?
  • Reflux Roger and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters seem hardly any hassle at all!
  • The Sys, Dia and pulse were all lower?
  • Even Toothache Thomas is far less bother?
  • The Throne’s evacuation, almost perfect (Apart from the blood)
  • Why the mucous secretion from the rear end suddenly?

I had to stop myself thought-meandering, I realised that no answers were going to be found. I hope that it is Matron Julie who calls today for the courtesy visit, I can explain everything to her.

Made a brew of Glengettie, and tool the medications. Crikey! The wee-weeing is getting vicious and frequent now!

Took a poor photo of the morning view. With the Canon, the Nikon I think has now packed-up altogether. Sob!

Then spent a few hours on starting this post going. Next, I checked on the WordPress Reader. Then read and replied to the comments on WP.

Then made some brekkers of sorts: mini pork & pickle pies, and a packet of Frazzles.

Then decided to get the ablutions done. I washed the pots, had yet another wee-wee, and off to the wet-room I trudged, with the innards beginning to rumble a tad?

A stand-up session, due, to the fact that I misread the clock before going in, thinking it was 08:00hrs when it was 07:00hrs. Tsk! The teeth cleaning went well, even the shaving was okay! The medicationalisationing was also fine! Up until then, I’d only had about four dropsies! Grrreat!

Then it came to getting dressed – things got a smidge farcical then!

  • Getting the PPs on, Unbalanced-Brian nearly had me over – it would probably have been less painful if he had! I didn’t half crack Carilage Cathy’s knee on the corner of the floor cabinet! Agony ensued, and I’m now limping in a different style. Of course, I merely laughed it off, no swearing under my breath, or out loud!
  • No socks put on. Obviously not through my fear of the finger trapping and cutting Sock-Glide, not a brave, handsome, heroic, fit, dynamic person like me. I just thought it was warm enough to go without any socks on. Ahem!
  • The trousers next, and I tried to take extra care – but at his usual inopportune moment, Neuropathic Pete burst forth with a right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance! (It had to happen, things had been going unnaturally well this morning!) And just at the moment that I lifted my left leg up to stick it in the trews! I lost my grip on the doorframe, and lunged at the shower chair for support, cunningly and slickly preventing my tumbling to the floor! Then…
  • As I was doing this piece of clever manipulation, I knocked the damned Sock-Glide off the chair! What part of my body did it hit? Yep! Smack on the lowermost painful part of Cartilage Cathy’s knee! Knowhere else at all!
  • The language did flow this time. A few silent blaspheming profanities were uttered! I’m afraid! Well, a lot, really!
  • This had to happen on the first time I was short of painkillers. You watch it, all the ailments will start kicking off soon! Grubbleackers!

I exited the Torture Room… I mean, wet-room and finished dressing. The INR nurse and the Matron visit (If they happen) could arrive early, so  I got the waste bags made up, and into the trolley box, and taken to the waste chute as soon as it was the allowed time to use it.

My luck changed as I was leaving the door into the flat’s foyer. I got the trolley out and was turning to close the door, and Cartalidge Cathy gave way. I wobbled and flailed about using walls as support. I’ve no idea how I manage it in that tight space, but I got away without a single clump, bash or hit against anything! A funny life, innit?

I poddled to the chute room and got the bags all deposited, and back to the flat. The place seemed so quiet. Not a soul to be seen.

I made a brew and continued to work on this blog for an hour or so, hoping the nurses would come early, no such luck.

I checked on the emails. Then read the local E-Magazine, Your-Area. The Vaccines Minister has some nervous-making news for us.

The latest available Nott’m Coronavirus figures were not too happy-making either! Oh, dear!

Teenager in ‘life-threatening’ condition after Nottingham stabbing Teenager in the hospital with life-threatening injuries after stabbing in Forest Fields, Nottingham Police arrest trio after report of stabbing in Forest Fields

The heartbroken mum of a 16-year-old boy who died after being stabbed said community support has stopped her leaving the area for good.

Thank heavens the INR Vampire Nurse arrived to take my blood, reading this magazine was depressing me. A lovely lady. Had a look at the BP record, and I told her of the mysterious loss of memory last night, and the mess I found in the kitchen. She too thinks it might have been a mini-stroke. Matron Julie might be calling on me later.

As soon as the gal left, I began to feel the weariness dawning on me again. I hope things don’t go like yesterday afternoon did.

A thought or recovered memory came back to me. Sister Jane, I think, is going in hospital today to have her needles in the eye again. I rang her, no answer, I bet she was already at the hospital. I rang Brother in Law, Pete. He’s just dropped her off at the Eye Hospital. The connection was bad. Had to give up, I think we were guessing at what each other was saying. (Noisy trams in the background). Hehe!

Closed down the computer, and got the nosh started.

Jane rang back and sounded alright, she was pleased that she had not had the needle in the eye this time, but the poor gal had to go back in two weeks to have it again. I cringed at the thought for Jane. ♥

Pottered about, nervously hoping there would be no repeat of Sundays ‘Out-of-it’ session. (Nope, all okay, Phew!)

Tim Price (New Mexico – Photographer-De-Superb’ – Jolly good egg, and Chilli Officianado) would have been proud of me (I was!). I had minced beef pies, garden peas, last of the mini-tomatoes, and, wait for it… Sweet Chilli Chicken breast! I’ve enjoyed the ChilliCon-Carni I’ve been having! So I tried some of the Chilli-chicken, but not the strong one, just the sweet chilli, it was grand! The meal got a Taste-Rating of 8/10!

I finished it and the fruit desserts off, then put the tray on the side chair and drifted off into the land of nod. I fumbled my way out of the chair, rightly thinking it was the DVT clinic results for the Warfarin blood test coming in. The 1.7 level, as a disappointment, but then again, with the ‘Out-of-it’ moments I’ve had this past few days, it was no surprise to see it so low really.

The lady, from the Sherrington Park Surgery, gave me the week’s dosages: Tonight 3 – Tues 3 – Wed 2½ – Thur 3 – Fri 2½  – Sat 3 -Sun 2½, next blood test Tuesday 18 January.

I got my head back down, and noticed the tray with the dirty plate and cutlery on the side-chair, I thought about moving it. Zzzz!

Insecure Inchy’s Sunday 10th January 2021, Diary

TFZeress Betty

Sunday 10th January 2021

Swedish: Söndag 10 januari 2021

00:45hrs: I was re-envigorated, (speaking loosely), back to life, with vague bits of flotsam and jetsam milling about in the brain, about the dream I’d been having. It was not enough to remember exactly what happened, but I knew I was underground, in caves possibly, and being pursued by an angry mob. That’s all, really… Oh, and I was young and fit!

A few moments later, getting my monolithic-sized stomached body free of the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner, the need for the Porcelain Throne became apparent. And it grew more urgent by the second! My swaying, butt-gripping wobble to the wet room, (I could have qualified for entry into the Ministry of Funny Walks competition) with the addition of Balance-Loss-Leslie, must have been one of the most hilarious to look at, I’ve ever done.

The jammies and PPs were almost torn off in my haste, I landed on the plastic raised bog contraption with such a bang, and I was off-target a smidge. Harold’s Haemorrhoids paid the price! The evacuation started straight away, and it flowed, for a long time, but without any interruptions, or pain! Damned messy though, and heavy bleeding too, (I assume from the poor old piles taking a battering as I plonked my bum down?) A good bit of cleaning up had to be done again. No doubt about it, Trotsky Terence is making a comeback and won the DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle) for supremacy, over Constipation Konrad.

As I turned from the washbasin after medicating and cleaning, the adventitious right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance kicked-off, with a short but brutal flailing performance. Neuropathic Pete has been overdoing the dancing over the last few days. But this time, he caused me no injuries, I was lucky enough to be in the middle of the wet room, used the sink to hold onto, and I was too far away from anything lethal to knock into or against. Also, the attack only lasted about 30 seconds, so no falling over involved either. I could not help it.

Feeling a little perkier with my having a spot of good fortune, I got the Health Checks done, the terrible ‘Hum’ became louder, a lot louder suddenly? Humph! You can’t win ’em all!

The sphygmomanometer, made in China for Boot’s, knocked back mt Smug-Mode a bit, the SYS was right up to 183, and that was just after the evacuation involuntary right leg neuropathic dancing bout. But the pulse was still lower and fine.

My Hong Kong manufactured Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading, was fine again, at 36.9°c, and in the green. The urge for a brew of Glengettie was yielded to this morning, as the Terence Toothache, didn’t feel so tender. (I am a Fool!)

I got the kettle on, opened the light & view-blocking, hard to get at to clean, new kitchen window, to take a photo of the view. The Nikon camera was not working again, so I had to use the Canon, which is not very good at taking night pictures at all. I doctored this photo on CorelDraw, to make it a little lighter.

Back to the front room and got the computer on, the tea was cool enough now, so I took the medications with it, then got down to sorting the updating of yesterdays blog. I remembered to put the nurses visit who phoned and woke me last night to inform me, she’d be calling Monday, onto the Google calendar. Got the photos uploaded from the SD card, then worked on the updating. I got it done and posted it off. Emailed the link, then Pinterested some snaps, and went on the WP Reader.

A wee-wee, then I passed some involuntary wind and wound up on CorelDraw, to create a few thought graphics for the IT. I got three done, then it was time to get the ablutions done, so I will have time to get Josie’s meal done.

Things got ridden with Confusional Conrad while I was taking the shave and shower. All memories from here have moments of lucidity, and blank periods, only a few scribbled notes to work from, in the morning?

The ablutions were a complete blank.

Found this photo.

The waste bags were gone, so I assume I made some up and added them, to those in the box and took them to the chute.

Jane rang, rang back. Cooking Josie’s and made meals at the same time, for Josie and me.

Dropped a saucepan, and also I think my dinner bowl. I woke later in the recliner, with a sharp pain in my right hip, so I may have gone over at some stage.

Delivered Josie’s nosh, found photo’s I could not remember taking.

I felt more confused, but I just plodded on, I think. I recall getting some Iceland minced beef, the fatty so-called less than 5% fat packet I started last week and froze it.

Dizzy Dennis attacked regularly, and the weariness forced me to get my head down earlier than ever before.

Found this picture from the ablutioning.

Fell asleep in the chair, woke with the right Hippy Hilda in agony, and was not sure if the door chimes went or not in my sleepy haze. I investigated and found a bag from Jenny with pickled eggs and minced beef outside the door. Bless her.

I drifted into having no idea what I was doing at this stage. I was sure I’d forgotten something.

Shattered and discombobulated as I was, I could not get back to sleep for hours, and could not think clearly, which helped me cope with the sudden sanity-testing, over-active Thought-Storms.

I seem to recall that the minced beef Chilli con carne was fatty. Thank heavens Jenny has got me some better sort for the next CCC. Thanks, Jenny, I’ll get the money down to you after the nurses have been today (Monday). So kind of you.

Not sure if I’ve missed anything out, one of my worstest periods of blank incertitudes for a long time.