Saturday 29th February 2020
Danish: Lørdag 29. Februar 2020
00:05hrs: I stirred into ersatz life with a Thought-Storm. But I think the frontal and parietal lobes were at odds with each other, and one of them refused to get involved? Hehe! For it was all over in a minute or so? Then the noise from outside caught my wandering attention. Not, for once, the ‘Hum’, but the wind and rain hitting the windows. (Mind you, the horrible hum returned as soon as the rain stopped later!) Storm Jorge, I presume? This tells me that the reason for the ‘Hum’, unknown to man and science, is related to the weather and or atmosphere? I considered emailing the Government to advise them of my thought? No, maybe not.
The old brain has kicked back into action again! I’d better take things slowly today. Not that there’s much choice, though. I’ve got tons to catch up with on the Computerisationing side. Mind you, Saturday’s are the best day for it, I don’t usually see anyone, so I decided to remove my heavily-ladened stomach and body from the rickety recliner and get on with things. A trace of willpower and determination crept in there – steady on, Inchy! Careful now!
I was caught out by my unsteadiness when I rose to grab the stick. But it didn’t last for long, thankfully. A took a couple of paces, and the innards started to rumble and grumble, so I diverted from the kitchen to the wet room.
It was a good job that I did! The evacuation once again started of its own accord! I must tell the Doctor about this on my next visit for the test results. However, the session was one of the easiest and least painful I’d had in weeks, no messiness either! I reckon today, that has already shown up some changes, differences and surprises, is going to be a day of them?
As I was making my first essential, crucial, vital, imperative brew of Glenghettie Gold tea, I noticed the lack of stinging from the right legs Sock-Glide injuries. So, I whipped down the jammie-bottoms and took a look, then this photo of them. It’s amazing how things seem to 
clear up so quickly on the right side of the body lately. Great stuff!
Got the medications out, took them with spring water and then mashed the tea.
It seemed to be going okay this morning. Which, of course, made me get my Worry-Bonnet on. It’s not Kosher for things to go well for me, almost paranormal! I tried to enjoy things while they lasted, but an irritating uncomfortableness and expectancy of failure, misunderstandings and/or cock-ups lingered! I can’t help it!
I had another determined deep time-consuming search for the collapsable walking stick, but no luck. I wonder if I gave it to someone? Did I break it? Anyroad, I decided to buy another one. Went on Amazon. I also ordered a long picker-upperer at the same time. Both to be delivered on Sunday. Hopefully, the same thing won’t happen to either again this time. I’ll try not to lose this collapsable walking-stick, keep it in the trolley-walker. And the picker-upper, I will try not to leave where the walking stick goes, then I won’t mistake it for a walking-stick, get a dizzy-on and break it falling over! (Life can be a challenge you know. [Cry of sarcastic, mirth!])
I eventually got around to computerisationing! It felt like I’d been up for hours already… hang-on, I had! Tsk! I started on the Friday blog updating. It took me a few hours with all the photos I’d made. But my persistency paid off, and it was finally finished and posted off!
I made another brew and got the mushroom in the crock-pot with some black-bean sauce, sea salt, and a drop of Balsamic vinegar as flavourings added.
Herbert above did a bit of banging about, but no complaints, it took my mind temporarily off of the renewed howling of the ‘Hum’! Grrr!
I then made up a pictorial post with chronically bad rhyming comments. This took hours as well. But, I do enjoy it as long as someone gets a laugh, even a smile out of them. Sent that off as well.
Inchies Wet Walk in Nottingham
On to the WordPress Reader. Then a few comments. Next on TFZer Facebooking and putting on photographs. Getting late now, the fatigue is setting in.
I’ll get the nosh sorted out. The plan is, if all works out, Rice with BBQ seasoning, and mushrooms with garden peas. I’ll see if I have any meat to go with it.
Back in a bit… I hope…
No meat in stock, hang on, I’ve got some frozen sausages in the fridge, I’ll use them! Hangeth on again, I’ve not done a top graphic and template for tomorrow yet. Better get on CorelDrawing. Dearie dearie me, no rest!
Gorrit dun at last! On wiv the fodder preparation!
A messy job, with lots of pots and pan cleaning afterwards. But, worth it, despite how weary and done-in I felt. The rice I’d flavoured with Hoisin and BBQ seasoning, added garden peas, the mushrooms (cooked with black bean sauce), and some black beans. Sausages from the freezer, a pot of lemon fool, and wallah!
I really did enjoy it. Taste Rating: 7/10.
I went to finish off the soaking saucepans, cutlery and bits with the dish.
I suppose it was inevitable, what with having such an almost Whoopsiedangeplop-free day up to now. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed at just the wrong time, a bowl of dirty washing up water ended up, over me, the sink unit and the floor! It was a grind sorting things out and mopping, during which Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna burst into tormenting life! It was not a good situation at all. I’d got Toothache Tim as well coming on, and my mood sank into a depth of… well, dejection, a strong sense that I can do nothing right, and am worthless.
Then the Thought -Storming started: Disrespect of myself, the new ailments, an inability to see how I’m going to cope, no one to talk to, no time to get things done, past indiscretions and mistakes… Oh, yes, they were all flowing into the brain-box tonight!
After I’d completed the cleaning up, I was stood leaning against the four-pronger-stick, looking out at the unwelcoming skies and sinking even further into the quagmire of negativity. The brain, I think went into neutral, in rejection of my pathetically inept thoughts perhaps? I took this photograph without really realising why. Maybe the brain told me to, in an effort for me to see how weak and confused I had suddenly become?
The mind was floating from one subject to another, none of them encouraging. Then, like turning on the light-switch, the rumbling, grumbling and stinging came from the innards. Ah, the Porcelain Throne was needed! So, I swapped walking sticks and visited the wet room. Now, my changing to the wooden stick first, was surprising, in the state my brain was, I still remembered about the times I had tripped over the four-pronger in the past when visiting the Porcelain.
I got settled on the Throne, and for the first time in several days, the evacuation did ‘Not’ start on its own! I had regained control! This made me feel a little more confident, and I brightened up a tad. Painful, yes, but these movements always are for me, and with a bit of effort, I forced things along. I was feeling rather good now! Not up to Smugness-Mode yet, but an improvement on how I felt ten-minutes ago. Then I discovered a lot of bleeding going on from the rear-end. Any worries eased, when I realised it was via Harold’s Haemorrhoids, so no panic Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was not leaking! Cleaning things up, washed, medicated with the Germolene and Anusol creams, and changed PPs, getting the night attire on at the same time.
I exited the wet room, feeling terribly guilty at me getting myself in a pickle and depressed earlier on, in the first place.
I got settled in the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner, that xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. He searched for my valuables, which he found and stole.
Within seconds of turning on the TV to see what was on offer, and my woolgathering, dithering mind decided it could not recall if I had turned off the kitchen and wet room taps, cooker etc. and I just had to get up again to make sure things were okay. Which was a flipping good thing I did! I’d left the light on in the wet room, and the tap on in the kitchen! Phew!
I got back down in the grungy-beige-coloured, none-working recliner. Turned off the TV, feeling confident that feeling so weary now, I’d soon nod-off. But again, sleep was not coming quickly. But my usually aggravating peace of mind was more relaxed now, even with the frustration of not nodding off! Hehe!
01:10hrs: Once again, the sleep came in sessions of a few minutes, struggling to get back to kip, and waking-up again. I’m getting fed up with this. So very Agravannoying! I gave up trying to sleep, and rose from the second-hand, £300 recliner, that Brother-in-law Pete broke while he was flat sitting and stealing my valuables and cash. A rarity of late, a wee-wee was needed. So, I got the stick, caught my balance and hobbled quite quickly to the wet room. I noticed that the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) had not been used yestereve again. 
In the wetroom, things got a bit messy. As I whipped down the PP’s, I felt the congealed blood pull away from Little Inchies lesion, causing a spurting of the red stuff and an “Ooyee!” from me, as I took the pee! The wee-wee was another surprise, it was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) variety. So different from the last two days weak unwilling, rare trickles. 
The stinging from Little Inchies fungal lesion as easing off, at least. I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea and decided to move the trousers and other handwashing from yesterday, near the heater now they were only damp, they would not leak onto the wall heater. 
I checked out Little Inchies Fungal lesion, and I was so pleased to see things had not restarted bleeding. I removed the Alginate dressing, (There went my pretending to be well-endowed!)
Back to the near cold tea, and started to do some work on the CorelDraw, to make a page top graphic. This took me over an hour, which was too long. I must think about this graphicationalisationing lark, enjoyable to me as it is doing them, I can no longer cope with them. After which I started on the updating of the Thursday blog. 
Some other residents arrived while I was outside. Welsh William, who lept an eye on me in case the door swipe would not let me back in, and the bookies dread, Malcolm sat with two other unknown to me tenants, and they had a chinwag while waiting to go out for the bus. I went to join in, but it became apparent that my having to keep moving to avoid Arthur Itis’s knees stiffening, and sadly my Stuttering Stephany affliction, was not appreciated. So, I left them to it and poddled to Winchester Court. Plenty of folk about, but none of them was interested in a chinwag. The thought of going out in the ‘Get-You-Wet’ rain for the bus didn’t encourage any nattering. 
I got off the bus last on Parliament Street. Just as well I did alight last, I might have got crushed or trampled in the mad rush off of the vehicle! 
I tried to get under shelter to take the Slab Square photos. You would not believe how cold the fingers were, and I had just removed the woolly gloves to take this picture of them poor digits. 
I got to the Queen Street bus stop, and Shirley joined me. We nattered and caught the bus home. She wisely sat at the back of the bus, so, no nattering again. Out came the crossword book, this time with a modicum of success! My pedagogical limitations on other clues were there normal sort of, ‘Blankness’ mode. Many of the unfinished puzzles were tackled again, but my failure caused dysbulia, and I gave up!
As usual, I got off of the bus at Winwood Heights last. The others who got off first were encouraged by the wind and rain to shoot inside rapidly. 
and. Dettol disinfectant, disposable razors, spray bleach, and sliced Wholemeal rolls. Then the Bargain Shop purchasers: The brown extra-large Throw, Woolite Dark, Oxo vegetable cubes, a jar of beetroot, and a pair of scissors. 
02:00hrs: I can’t say I woke up, cause I never-not really got any sleep after waking up last night realising I’d missed the dentist appointment again! Boy did I annoy myself with that Accifauxpas! I’ve spent hours cursing myself and feebly trying to thing up some miserable excuse to use. Cause last time I did it, I just told them the truth, which was, “I just got confused and forgot about it”. That (the truth) did not go down well with them at all! Oh, dear and Flungledamnations! 
I’m still agrynoyd with myself now! So much, so, I rose, intending to get on the email asap. To send a message of super-cringingly, craving for forgiveness and begging their understanding. But, first things first, I had to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Which turned out to be an almost painless, and an easy manoeuvre for me. Until it came to grabbing the walking stick. I foolishly lifted the four-pronger over the chair instead of going around to get at it. 
Naturally, Shaking-Shoulder Shirley twitched into life, and I hit my head as I dropped it from the maximum height it went to! I believe I might have muttered, ‘Oh dear!’ or something like that! 
However, the hobble to the kitchen used little effort with no pain or hassle, and I got the brew made. But suddenly there was no time for drinkies, the Porcelain Throne alarm rumbled! And a right odd session it was too!
I got there, I thought in plenty of time, but as I began to sit down, things activated of their accord. Talk about lucky, thankfully I didn’t wait before moving in the direction of the wet room as soon as the rumbling began. Else things could have been dodgy and messy! But the day was saved! No extra cleaning up, even the evacuated product came out quickly, and in almost black little tiny sugar cube shaped lumps. Yes, it surprised me as well! So, this is how good-luck feels? Smug-Mode-Engaged! I cleaned the pan then myself.
Back to the comments, although by now, I was getting tired. I’d been taking pictures over the morning from the kitchen window, for a sort of time scale display. Here they are on the right.
he nosh sorted and served. I was going to treat myself to some chips but managed to resist, and no bread either. This is all so foreign to me, no potatoes, chips or bread? The future is bleak! Haha! The overcooked in the oven parsnips were tasty! Flavour Rating: 7/10, so not bad at all.
Got the pots washed, and had the inspiration to wash the trousers, and let them drip dry on a new hangar over the sink. 
00:30hrs: I stirred and passed wind, the gurgling, bubbling and churning from the innards, convinced me to rise and get to the Porcelain Throne with some haste. 
The visit to the wet room proved a total failure, despite the gurgling from within, and escapages of wind, there was no movement whatsoever. Still, I got a couple of answers on the crossword done. Haha! 
Off to the kitchen, got the kettle on and sorted out the hanging to dry washing. I did note that the shirts seemed to have regained some of their original colour, (All bar the expensive brown thin one, that changed to green!) which initially baffled me a bit. Then I recalled that I’d used the Woolite liquid I bought so cheaply from the Bargain Shop.
A glance at the bottle labels, and I noted it claimed to Revive Colours of darks. Blimey, a product claim that is true and works! Well, I never! I bet when I can get back to the store to get some more, it’ll have sold out! It’s bound to, my luck ain’t that good! Hahaha!
As I took the tea back to the computer, I saw that I had gained some more bruises on the arm this time. What causes this, which of the ailments are to blame is another mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, illusions, delusions, and hallucinations, rife. Amongst my vague, palaverous, chimerical, inconsequential, torturous fight for existence! Back to the bruising. I looked up what might cause them: Medications that cause easy bruising, include Warfarin, Thrombosis, and Clopidogrel; Huh! I’ve got ’em all! So it should be expected to bruise easily. Which I do. There you are, at last, I’ve found something I’m good at! Gasconade Moment Enjoyed!
Made a brew, and took some leaflets back to the computer with me. In a vain hope to get some clues as to which tablet is which. 
The non-activity from the rear-end, might be partly through my having tried the Halloumi Fries, from Iceland last night? They were not cheap at £3 for 190g, but something told me they might taste good, and they did! According to the label, the only content was Halloumi Cheese? I looked it up and found it contains 
As I went to get some mushrooms and leeks into the crock-pot ready to put on when I go out later, Toothache Tim and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley both kicked off! I put some light soy sauce and red sea salt in with the food – now all I have to dop is remember to put in on a low-setting, and turn on the pot as I leave the flat. Are you offering any odds on my not forgetting? 
Down in the lift and walked along Chestnut Way, no raining, and it didn’t feel too cold, by the time I got to the end of the road and turned down Winchester Street, the pavement was again blocked by vehicles. So, more of the risky, life-threatening as I had to go on the road to get by. Harumph!
They will contact me to arrange an appointment, and put me on a weekly ‘training’ course, locally, for 19 weeks.
I limped slowly, deep in thought, then along to the Lidl Store. Not many customers about this morning. I got inside and had a meander around, looking for bargains or some tasty-looking treats. I resisted the temptation of looking at the cream cakes, for those are a definite no-no from now on, I think.
Crossed over the road and made my way up to the L9 bus stop. Where I was greatly cheered to see Margaret and Doris amongst others, sat there at the shelter. I mentioned the diagnosis. Someone said: “Your not the luckiest of buggers are you?” Nayer a truer word spoken mate! Margaret, with her deadpan delivery, soon had me laughing as we nattered on. Bless her! 
building, Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and desk-top dancer Julie opened the fire door to remind me to get the key-fob done. 
The fob was soon done, then I made my way back to the flat through the link-passageway. During which, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley enjoyed herself with a rather intense bit of quagswagging.Not for long, though. I got to the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby, and into the cage, and up to the flat, without seeing anyone whatsoever.
The first job, I got some parsnips chopped and in the pan simmering with some sea-salt. 
Yuk! The movement flowed, stutteringly, I think that’s the right word. Being an algophilist, I almost welcomed the otalgia that kicked off in the left earhole! It distracted me from the totally antipodal evacuation I was going through. The Senna (it seemed) was suddenly working, and boy did it! The complete reversal had given me a messy, sticky, pongy and smeared with specks of blood experience. Sounds awful, doesn’t it? The innards churned and ached for the whole lengthy, stop-start process. I actually felt a bit weak when it was all over. No more Sennas or Movicol needed today then! 
I still don’t know for certain if I have taken the right tablets or not. 
. Jammie bottoms, long bamboo socks and a long sleeve t-shirt. They were soon done, rung and hung. I like these new coat hangars, with the non-slip crossbar on them. The right knee was just as bad.
I hobbled straight to 
A go on the TFZer Facebooking next. 
Ablutionisationalistic duties next: Astounding! Total dropsies: Three! Honestly! The sock-glide was bit bother-ridden, but no injuries to report. No cuts shaving! And the legs (Sorry for the lousy photo, got the shakes), were looking much better. I think the Bamboo socks are really helping with the Clopidogrel. I can’t believe how well the session went! 
needed! 
Down to the ground floor, and though the lovely warmth of the link passage to Winwood Court.
normal as I can expect). 
Then crossed the road and I limped along the very wet and puddled, Glasshouse Street, and on to the Aldi store on Huntingdon Street. Where I spent a lot of cash, buying far too much stuff, as I saw various treats and weakened. Caramelised biscuits, lemon fool desserts, Room sprays, cheese, cobs and tomatoes. As well as the garden peas and Sourdough baguette that I had gone there for in the first place. Sad, innit? The trolley bag was filled, and I had to use a durable bag and hung it on a handlebar of the trolley-guide. 
Centre. 
I cut through the shopping mall and out onto Mansfield Road. Out into the precipitation again, a chap held the door open for me too. Thank you, mate! Then another bit of happy-making, I saw my first smile of the day! From the gal in this photo at the back. 
Down the hill and through to Wheeler Gate, and into the Poundland shop. Where I came out with even more Caramelised biscuits, fabric softener, cobs and more things that I cannot remember now (I lost the receipt). 
Walked around the square, and took some pictures, then up to Queen Street and the bus stop. 
I was the only person at the bus stop, and the bus arrived on time. Sad, that we are to lose the service on the 1st April, or was it March? 
We got inside, and in the link passage, I asked Penny if I could take her photo, for my blog. Penny put on a smile for me, and this is it, open the left. 
I was doing well, physically, and put the stuff away. No guilt at getting so much? Which normally would have shown itself? 
Then, after I’d started to take the oven chips out… thin
Eventually, I got the meal served up. Albeit with far fewer chips (Humph!) 
That’s where things got nasty again! The second I got down. well, as I got down, the movement started. But it was all out of my control again. (I expected this with the blockage last night, Humph!) I was in there for ages before the mass released itself into the bowl, with a thud. The agonistical pain was horrendous! I was convinced that the blood must be flowing, and I might possibly have just split or broken a part of my innards! Relief, the bleeding was minimal, and things seem to be okay. There was an ominous silence from my IQ? Not so the ‘Hum’! Bogglebugs!
I found an old, lost-long-ago (Many months!) aged picker-upperer, behind the floor cabinet! So decided to use this, to try and get the hook back in the hole. I would never use the one that Jenny had given me, in case it got broken as I was balancing on the chair. Wallah! The curtain is back to normal! (Head Swanking!) 
I got some graphics done on CorelDraw (two) and started to update the Saturday diary. 
As I finished spreading the Saturday and this morning’s togs all around the flat, I took a picture of the windows, and just as I was pressing the button on the camera, the lights went out, making me jump a bit. Ah, well! No idea what the problem was, but it flashed back into life in a few seconds? Yet another of the mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination, rife! Oh, and the damned ‘Hum’ as a permanent resident! 
As her personal Sunday Chef, I started to make Josie’s lunch. Cheesy potatoes, pickled gherkins. tomatoes, smoked haddock, tuna in brine with Coronation dressing, cheese and a Limoncello dessert. A can of Jack Daniels & coke, oh, and a bar of chocolate. 
I delivered to Josie’s flat. We had a little chinwag and laugh, and I took this photographicalisation. 
I got my meal made on a used, about to throw away foil baking tray. (That’ll save on the washing-up, Snigger! 
22:30hrs: I woke with my woolly nightcap underneath my spectacles, but this did not matter. I was burstingly in need of a wee-wee, fearing the uncontrollability of my situation could prove dodgy! Getting out of the £300 second-hand, c1968, grungy-beige coloured, clapped-out, threadbare, dilapidated, rickety recliner was done with more haste than was safe really! But the need for the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket), made me throw caution to the wind and I hobbled the few paces to the bucket without the walking stick… Foolish! 
An embarrassing (thank heavens there was no one with me or any CCTV coverage) incident as I picked up the bucket, I lost my balance. I won’t go into too much detail, it was a bit gory! I clutched at the fireplace top as the bucket fell out of fingers, it clouted against Little Inchy and started the fungal-lesion bleeding straight away. And with perverseness, the wee-wee began of its own accord! So, there I was, knees on the fire hearth, a bruised elbow from the fall, Arthur Itis and Back-Pain-Brenda both kicking-off… and wee and blood flowing! 
The first thing was to get up off of the floor. Sounds easy enough, doesn’t it? Humph! By the time I had managed to rise onto my feet, the night attire was wee’d and bled on! The photos, clock etc. from the shelf were scattered about the floor, the grey bucket lay in a spreading pool of liquid, the knee bleeding, and Duodenal Donald had joined in with 
I grabbed the just charged up last night Nikon, and off to the wet room. Where it dawned on me that I had left the Bamboo socks on overnight again! What a schmuck! 
The legs still bore the marks from my forgetting to take the long bamboo socks off for sleeping. The second night I’ve forgotten about them! I need to concentrate more now. Along with all the other ailments, I’m going to have to put up with the feeling that there are worms wriggling beneath the skin! Huh! Gruelling-Gromble-Garblisations! 
More medicationing and cleansing were done, and I went to make another brew. I took a photo from the unwanted new kitchen window, wit the thick-frames that reduce the light and view. I didn’t think it possible. Several blue-lights were flashing, in the distance, but somehow, I can’t see even one in the photo. Talk about my lousy luck continuing! 
I got the handwashing done. Not as much as it should have been to do. I threw many items away instead of trying to clean and freshen them up. The new long bamboo socks are going to be fiddly to sort out, drying wise.
to move things along easier! Haha!
Anyroad up, it tasted good enough for me. Not counting the lousy, yucky, horrid, gross, fetid, acrid, rancid, bitterly sour, tomatoes from the Co-op. (It’s what they do, y
