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Inchcock – Tues 23 July 2019: Fell over getting off the bus, otherwise an archetypical day for the old gollumpus!

2019 July 23

Tuesday 23rd July 2019

Javanese: Selasa 23 Juli 2019

00:40hrs. The previous awakenings have all been unassociated with the one before, different. This morning was noncontradictory to this pattern. I stirred in such a good mood, I thought at first that I was still sleeping and having a dream! I soon sussed-out why. It was the help I’d had from Deana yesterday. In her sorting so out the many medical related problems with appointments, Warfarin etcetera for me.

These exceptional and none-typical, rare, almost gleefull emotions were so welcome. But my EQ put a stop to my enjoying them to the full. Something soon, (possibly with regards to the medical arrangements), is going to go wrong. A suboptimal, unsatisfactory, spirit-bashing wretched complication is due, today or tomorrow. The EQ, although sometimes challenging to read, is rarely wrong! And the message was clear: A calamity emotion-wise is due! No point in fretting, nothing can be done to prevent the unknown!

I contentedly galumphed my ever-growing flobby-bellied body, from the £300, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured, seen-better-days, rusty, rickety, c1968 recliner.

I grabbed the walking stick, got my balance, and off to utilise the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). It had been used very little overnight, and the RDD (Reluctant-Drip-Drip) wee-wee I had, added very little to the contents, although it took an inordinately long time.

The nerve-damaged leg seemed to have acquired some extra blood-papsules, spots, what looked like scratches and some more, new spider-veins had appeared. The regular pale, anaemic looking skin was no worse this morning. 

Off to the kitchen. Where I rinsed out the soaking overnight hand wash bits and got them on the stand-up airer to encourage their drying process. Then got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks. The results were very pleasing (I think) today; Sys 128, Dia 71, Pulse 78, and temperature 34.8°c. The pulse had gone down a fair bit. I wonder if the lack of the INR nurse coming to take the blood, means that the level of Warfarin has gone too far up or down, and that has affected the reading level?

Shame about the hands and fingers doing a mini-dance routine as I was taking a picture of the sphygmomanometer readings. I didn’t realise until I downloaded it to Coreldraw. Hey-ho!

I took the medications, made a brew, and decided to pop out on the new unwanted, work creating, lumps of hand-flash tearing on its metal spring-clip opener that needs pushing, bending, and pulling to operate it, windows.

I took a couple of photographicalisations. One of below, showing the house and street lights of Sherwood, with Chestnut Way car park underneath.

The metal spring opener was not quick enough to tear any finger-flesh this time! Hehe! 

I then went on the computer, opened CorelDraw and began to make, well adapt and put on a vignette effect on the picture. I’ll use it later for an Inchcock’s Thought graphic.

The legs, hands fingers and shoulder were all calm now. And they stayed this way for two hours or more, while I worked at the CorelDrawing.

Then I moved on to updating the Monday Inchcock Today.

Most astoundingly, and hard for even me to understand, but there was hardly any dancing, jumping, shaking or trembling from any affected part of the body at all… well, that’s not dead-accurate. The shoulder did give me some massive twitches, but only occasionally, and not for long at all. A rather warm-feeling that contained hope in there somewhere came over me. Optimistic [Temporarily of course]-Mode-Engaged! Haha! 

I got the Monday blog finished and sent off to WordPress. I was getting nervous with things going so well – the EQ message kept coming to mind, I’ve no confidence at all. Sad innit?

Back to the CorelDraw graphics creating.

Then I got this blog started off.

Time to stop and get the ablutions done. Back later, my fellow tellurians.

I needed a Porcelain Throne session. Still painful and very much a struggle. By the time I get to the Doctors. To mention this ‘Issue’ amongst others, it will be three weeks of agonising throne visiting. Of course getting me an emergency visit, by the delightfully entrancingly beauteous Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden and Cosmopolitan Model Deana, for a week, I anticipate the problem may have cleared up. Then again, I’ve been suffering with erm… over-firmness and bleeding for a fortnight now.

Just the one cut while shaving. Dropped the toothpaste. Dropped the razor twice, and stuck the scissors in my finger. All normal there then! Hahaha!

All dressed and smelling a lot better now, I made up three bags and took them to the waste chute. Got the three-wheeler guide out, and thought I must have a look to see if I can do anything about the brakes, later. Which was a rather bold idea, considering my total lack of engineering skills and the Polyneuropathy movement affected the right-hand side of the stumpy yet wobbly body! Hat and sleeveless jacket on, and off, out to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Obergruppenführeress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Memory blank message-giving and taking office. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from. Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. 

Just a social visit.

I took a photographicalisation of Winwood and Winchester Court, and the new passageway that is nearly finished, between Woodthorpe Court and Winwood Court, as I hobbled along Chestnut Way. Coming on well, now. The newly relaid again turf is looking better now we have had some rain. How long before cars go on it, dogs poo on it, and yobboes tear it up? Pessimistic? Me? Hahaha!

Nearing the hut, I saw how the same little yellow wildflowers as the ones I shot yesterday, had been battered by the overnight winds. Many thin bee-like insects were showing great interest in the petals. But the close-up shot I tried to take of them, just went to prove my lack of photographicalisational skills and how the hand was shaking. Tsk!

I got in the cabin, and several of the NCH chaps were in there on their laptops. Deana and Julie were busy in their office. Must be a hectic time for them, with the upcoming relocation into the Winwood Court building. I offered the ladies a quick good morning, and I handed out some nibbles to the gentlemen. I even got a smile out of some of them. Then, out and over the road to the bus stop. Where the tenants were having a good chinwag, and I joined in, and some laughs were inspired. I had a struggle getting the trolley on to the bus. I was soon chatting away, sat next to Mary.

– : As the bus stopped near the Asda store on Front Street, in Arnold, I was getting off with the three-wheeler trolley-guide, last, as is usual, and the trolley tipped over, and I followed it to the floor! Thanks, to the leg doing its involuntary ungraceful version of the Bharatnatyam, with the heebie-jeebies thrown in for good measure! The driver came to assist me down the aisle and off the bus. I did feel the right Klutz! I think I banged or pulled something in the lower back. But the pain soon eased off.

Mary showed some concern for me, bless her. We both went into the Asda store. I needed some Uncle Benn’s BBQ flavour rice, bacon fries and bread. Mary and I split-up, as I went in search of the rice. Ending up asking an assistant where they were, and she kindly walked me to them; at the far end of the store! Hehe! Kind of her. Then I had to walk back to the other end again, to get the bread and chips. I found some wholemeal flatbreads, which will go in the freezer, I hope. I also got a pack of cheapo lollies. I paid at the self-serve till without any problems.

I realised that I might not make it to the bus stop on time. So, my top rate of knots (fair enough, it might not be much, but it got me breathing heavily). Mary was in the shelter, she said she is going to town on a 58 bus. The bloke behind when I snapped Mary, looked a bit guilty of something, judging by his facial reaction. Haha!

The 58 arrived, and I bade farewell to Mary. The L9 followed, and I wearily got on and settle down on a side-saddle seat. The driver was the same one we had when going to Arnold, and he waited until I was sat down before moving off, I thanked him with hand signals!

The bus soon had us back at the flats. My back was stinging a little again, as I hobbled along Chestnut Way to Woodthorpe Court. Which had had a long-overdue facelift and clean-up. I got up and in the flat without seeing anyone.

I almost went in the wet room for a wee-wee. Had to stop myself realising I didn’t need one! Sheesh!

Another letter from the Nottingham City Homes. Regrettably, about rats being seen near the Woodthorpe Court lobby entrance door! It said that the Tenants leaving waste and rubbish outside the caretaker’s area might be attracting the vermin. If the bags of waste are too big to go down the (much reduced in size opening, to help avoid blockages in the shaft) chute, “You may want to consider splitting the bag into two separate bags so that the items can be disposed of in the correct manner.” They advised that residents do not throw out food for the birds, or throw food items out of their windows. Section 3.16 of your tenancy agreement does explain how you should dispose of your waste if you live in a flat.

Well, I agree with what they say. I, personally, myself, me, Inchcock, only leave recyclable waste bags outside. But, they have a point about this, I hadn’t considered. The empty food cans, although rinsed out, may well still have a bit of food in them. The rats can smell this, and will bite through searching for fodder! So, I’ll stop doing this from now on.

I have now got four waste bins in the flat, and regularly, well, daily dispose of them down the chute. It cost a bit in buying so many black bags for the general waste and white ones for the recyclable stuff. Yet, I still spasmodically see folks using the old, but looking new, orange bags previously supplied for the recyclable use, adopting them as shopping carrier bags, now they are not being distributed. Feeding the birds is a no-no!

It made me wonder, when we had a delay in the building update works, by a discovery of pipistrelle bats, that are a protected species. The hassle this caused! I hope they do not make Homo sapiens a protected species. How would they punish North Vietnam, Russia, China… in fact, any Government! Haha!

I made a brew while cooking, and pondered on the week’s appointments up to now, anyway. Busy!

I got the nosh served up. What a disappointment, though. It looked just fine at first. Chicken breast, tomatoes, gherkins, garden peas, and some of the bacon flavoured fries.

The taste-buds were limbering up, and I got it served up.

When I was tucking into it, I realised that the chicken was not as fresh as it looked. A close nasal inspection and I dispensed with the chicken breasts, immediately! The rest of the meal was fine! A taste Rating of 6.5/10. Note the two vinegar flavoured rice cakes in place of bread. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

As I was washing up the pots, the and its cloud formations looked fantastic, so much so, I got the Nikon camera and took a picture through the open, unwanted, work-creating, view-blocking, light-limiting, thick-framed new kitchen window. (In the morning, I tried to use the Red Eye remover, to take out a spot. But it was not an entirely successful first attempt. The place I tried to remove can still be seen. Huh!

As I settled down to watch some TV, the ankle-ulcer and right leg started to tingle, and a sense that I had worms inside the limb, wriggling about began. I reckon I could see the skin /flesh moving!

As for my viewing the Rumpole of the Baily episode, that lasted around five minutes before I nodded off!

The landline rang, and the light woke me, but, by the time I got to the phone, it stopped!

I watched intermittent five-minutes worth of TV, then fell asleep, repeatedly for an hour or so.

I roused myself and got the hand laundry washed, rinsed and hung up above the sink. Then got the medications taken, and back in the dangerous, unreliable, sometimes working, £300, second-hand, gungy-beige coloured, c1968 recliner again.

I was woken again by the landline red light flashing. Too late once more, and the caller rang off before I got to the telephone. It might have been the phlebotomy nurse? Oh, dear!

I’m not sure about how things went in a way, today. The frequency of the wee-wees had significantly reduced. Good or bad? Only three adverse occurrences of the leg doing its dance routine – but the last one had me over and onto the bus floor? The ankle vesication appeared so much calmer and less vivid, yet the sensation of worms in the ulcer was stronger? THe legs are both far thinner now, but one or the other is always fatter than the other one? Why am I still… Oh, it doesn’t matter. Haha! 

TTFNski!.

 

Inchcock – Mon 22 July 2019: Odynometer needed early on, but things got a lot betterer later!

Excuses, justifications, mock-reasons, subterfuges,
tricks, whitewashes, no whys-and-wherefores, but coverups, disguises, machinations, but no admissions or apologias!

Monday 22nd July 2019

Zulu: NgoMsombuluko 22 kuJulayi 2019

I woke at 00:30hrs, while considering whether to gt up or not, and finding I did not need a wee-wee, I fell asleep again. 02:50hrs. Rewoke, and almost perkily set about freeing my excessively, inordinately, unduly, unnecessarily, unreasonably, absurdly crassulent body, from the warming comforting grasp of the £300, second-hand, rickety, c1968, sometimes working, cruddy beige coloured, dingy, near-dilapidated recliner.

By Gawd it was cold. Then I realised I had left the unwanted hard-work new balcony door wide open overnight! Brrr! So I grabbed the walking stick and went to close it ASAP.

By the time I had done the few paces back to the chair, a wee-wee was needed. Amazingly, I found the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) totally empty! But it wasn’t for long. A UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee) saw to that. I got off to the kitchen, where I rinsed and hung up hand washing that had been soaking overnight in the bowl. 

There was no dancing from the leg at all, and only the odd short ones from the other limbs. I got the medications imbibed, and did the health checks: Systolic 155, Diastolic 55, Pulse 85, Temperature 34.9°c. Then I had another wee-wee, and what a change again, it was of a PSAOS (Powerfull-Spraying-All-Over-Showering) type.

I had an early morning visit from Dizzy Dennis that shook me up a bit, got me somewhat nervous. I had to stop and sit down for fear of going over. But it continued for a long time.

I set about doing the updating of the Sunday post. Which took less time than it has for ages, with the hand and fingers, being calm at this time. I got it finished after a couple of hours and went to make a brew.

Unfortunately, Dizzy Dennis returned.

I got sat down in the recliner while things eased off. Taking the opportunity to take a photograph of the pins that were upon the chair. They had lost a lot of the fluid retention, but not any of the pot-marks and papsules, etc. but did appear a lot less inflamed and swollen.

As I was making a start on the day’s blog, well!

I went on the Electoral Confirmation site, to fill in my details. A note said it would take between 10 to 15 minutes to complete. Hahahahahaha! Not with Mr Fries internet and the Axonotmesis, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nitrofurantoin Neurotmesis playing up! I didn’t really check how long it took, but it was over an hour! Grumph!

I did the ablutionalisational duties next. I ended up avoiding any of the toe-stubbings, came through the daily battle with the Sock-Glide unharmed as well. But I did accrue two little nicks when shaving.

The hand and arm both started dancing the Flamingo or Fandango at the wrong time for me. Grumph!

Also, I spotted the newly appeared spots, papsule, bruises, and pockmarks on the ever-increasing in size again, stomach! Oy Vay!

The long bruise, in the shape of an arc, was unusual. Not the foggiest idea where, how or when I got this?

But, the pins, still one slightly bigger than the other. However, both had lost a lot of fluid retention. They both looked a little anaemic. But, the scars, bruises, papsules etcetera, seemed much calmer this morning. The dysaesthesia is no better, I managed to drop a razor, a bottle of antiseptic and the bleach!

Later on, I took some photographs from the balcony, the one with the finger-trapping and flesh-eating metal spring-clip opener. Haha!

I still don’t know if I can get out to the doctors today. Will the INR nurse be arriving today? We have a lot of intercoms not working – is this the case with mine? This has been going on for over a week now, I need to find out what’s what! I’m getting a tad distraught and antsy, again. I’ll nip to see if Deana is in, and ask her to call the Doctor for me. If so, I can make an appointment to see the Doctor and for the CHD checks at the same time… I hope! Overwise it will mean me having to go out to the surgery and hope I don’t miss the nurse! I had a look at my intercom, it showed a red light on Missed Calls and the Do Not Disturb! Doing its own thing now! Oh, I am getting testy now!

I decided to go to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistical Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from the location. The weekend out-of-date sales area, and residents porta-cabin. In the hope to catch Obergruppenführeress and Hustle Model Deana or Obersturmführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Julie, and ask if they can call the surgery for me to help sort out my problems for me. If they are not available, I come back to the flat and get things ready to catch a bus down into Sherwood and have a walk into Carrington and see then at the surgery.

I met Chrissie on her way home near the lifts as I got out. She warned me that the wind was terrible out there!

I walked down to the shed. The Wardens were both out doing their jobs in the flats. So were not available. A chap, one of the assessors whatever in the hut, said he would tell Deana I wanted her when she returns. I had a little moan about my situation and frustration. And walked back to the apartment. Got the bus pass and back out again to go to the surgery.

I took a photo of some rather appealing yellow wildflowers en route, in Chestnut Walk.  Luckily for me (very much so).

I spotted Deana and Julie meeting up, as they returned to the cabin ahead of me.

Deana was on her mobile. Julie asked me what was up, and am I alright. I explained, in brief, the problems and we went into the office. Dean joined us, and I fear I may have waffled on a bit, about how the medical people don’t seem to realise my problems. No sooner had I told her, my shoulder first, then the leg and arm began dancing. It was embarrassing, but at last, someone has seen what it’s like for me to cope with the peripheral neuralgia problems.

The gal set about calling the surgery straight away. Deana made an appointment for the CHD Tests and handed me the phone to tell the receptionist about my other problems, the lack of IRN blood test nurse calling, and my not daring go out in case she does. Also, she may have called, and I didn’t know because the new intercom system is not working correctly. I think I confused the woman on the other end of the line, cause I could not hear what she was saying, and Deana took over to explain a lot clearer than I was doing. The result was that Leutnant Untersturmführeress and Part-time actress Deana, got me sorted out with the following results:

  • The CHD Health Check was booked for Monday 5th August at 09:00hrs
  • The appointment to see Dr Vindla, with it being urgent, was made for 29th July.
  • The shortage of Beta-blockers will mean a prescription will be sent to the Carrington Chemist. Deana at the time called the chemist and ascertained that the Bisoprol will be delivered on Wednesday, by the pharmacist.
  • And the INR nurse would be arranged. Dean asked that I be informed of when this will be as soon as possible!

I much appreciated this help. And said so!

A little more spirited now, I left to go back to the flat. Having a little chinwag with some tenants who were waiting at the bus stop. Which was enjoyable for me.

When I got home, without needing a wee-wee! – I set about putting all the appointments on my Google Diary. Took me a while.

Then made an order up for next weeks delivery.

Next, I got on with updating this blog. And realised I’d given the wrong name for the beta-blockers. So I went back to the hut, and Deana said it didn’t matter.

Back to the flea-pit, and got the nosh sorted out.

Polish pork, fresh peas, mushrooms, gherkins, tomatoes, and Maris Piper chips. Likely that the chips (fries) were some of the worst I have ever tasted! Fatty and bland!

Still, the Polish pork evened-out the taste-rating score, of 6.9/10.

Washed up and took the medications.

I watched some TV. Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Sun 21 July 2019: A sad day of much dysphoria, Accifauxpas, dizzies & dysautonomia. But it ended well!

Sunday 21st July 2019

Haiwian Creole: Dimanche 21 Jiyè 2019

02:15hrs: It was a rare case of dysania for me this morning. As it is well known, I am not a slugabed. In fact, I’m semi-proud of my ability, especially with the ‘Issues’ I have, to rise and shine with particular enthusiasm, even fervour sometimes, for whatever my unfortunate circumstance in life has thrown at me, or has in store for me, good and early. But the depression I woke up with today, was overbearing.

My first thoughts were of the rather pathetic I’m-dooomed-mood I was in, and self-recriminations flowed, for my being in it. The problems fleeted through my mind; No INR blood test, not done, no message from the medical people about it. Will it be done or not? Who knows, who cares! I have to call at the surgery to book a health check and ask for an appointment to allow me to bore the Doctor with my depressiveness, and ask for some beta-blockers. Josie’s meal to prepare, I can’t hear (As so many other tenants) when anyone calls on the Intercom, the dysautonomia is getting worse, not that they can do anything about it, mind. Cleaning the flat is getting too much for me. The Accifauxpas are increasing (Little did I know what was in store for me later – Humph!). I’m losing, misplacing things more and more. The legs are coming up with blotches and bleeding without any knocks? I must remember to mention this when I can get out to call at the surgery if I call tomorrow, then will I miss the INR Nurse again – will I hear her if she does come on the Intercom? And many others worries to be ruminated about and no solutions to be found. I took about twenty-five minutes to write this paragraph or more. Not through any over-thinking about, the thoughts came to me like a shot. But the Autonomic nerve-damaged hand, fingers and shoulder, even the arm are dancing about so often this morning!

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One thing I want to tell you about now while I think of it, in case I forget. This was so funny and annoying at the same time. When I was finishing off the Sunday post earlier, the famously erratic right-hand shot up and out; like I was giving a sudden Hitler salute! I clouted the back of the hand on the desk corner (Humph!). Of course, I have no control over the Axonotmesis inspired actions at all. I knocked over the glasses and clock. Hit the computer, and knocked down the walking-stick as the errant limb moved to the right! Cleaning things up causes me more grief and pain! Memory problems were oddly missed from this list. The poor old devil!

Despite my having to smile about it at the time, this did not help my mood, frustration, and foul early-morning language still came forth, inwardly, thank heavens, not out loud! My neighbour might tell me if I did? I hope I didn’t, anyway!

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I tried to not allow myself to sink any further into the mire of morosity. Had a few words of admonishment with myself! Feeling suitably reprimanded, I carefully rose out of the £30, second-hand, seen-better-days, sometimes working, yucky beige-coloured, rickety, 1968, recliner. Got the walking stick, and plodded the few paces to the almost half-full already from last night, (that I cannot recall using once!) EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) and the following wee-wee, was of the RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) style. Then made my way cautiously to the kitchen, to make a brew and get the hand-washing done. Rinsed them and put them hanging and on the airer to dry.

Then I needed another wee-wee! This one was totally different. A painless ELSOAO (Extra-Long-Spraying-Out-All-Over) mode.

I had a wash of the hands, using the left-over water from the washing up bowl. So I should smell of Y-lang and lavender Dettol disinfectant. Nice! Hehe! 

I ate the medications, oiled the ears and drank the medicine. Made a belated brew of tea. The leg was of no bother at all this morning, but, the fingers and hands were active. Double-Humph!

I got the pod peas shelled, for Josie and me later one, and in the saucepan. There should have been enough from yesterday, but I got carried away, on Saturday – and ate them all. Haha! Put the mushroom in the crock-pot, and cooking.

I decided to take some panoramic photographs from the balcony. Brave lad! What’re a few chunks torn-out of a finger and being chewed up by the deadly spring opener to worry about? And tried to take a scenic shot. But the Neuropathically damaged nerves were not allowing the hands to stay still enough. So, I took singles. And not good ones, either! Shame Mode Adopted!

Right view of the view
Ahead view of the view
Left view of the view
Shakey shot of Chestnut Way below

I went to make another mug of tea (the wee-wees were getting less often at last). I got it poured and left it to marinate so it would be tasty and strong, cause I had to visit the Porcelain Throne.

Although the resulting evacuation was a little less bothersome than yesterdays, it was still too painful for comfort. Had a wash, stubbed my toe, and returned to the front junk room (as opposed to the Other junk room) to start on the computerisationing. The trying-to-type problems varied, from just about managing to sod-it, I give up scenarios! I persevered with perseverance (Hehe!), and after several hours, I got it finished and posted off. The whole time this took to do, and only two wee-wee’s were needed. Amazing!

Then, weary in mind, I made another brew and looked up the peripheral neuralgia effects that medications can be the cause of. But the only site with a lot of names, I didn’t know which brand name they were using. Simvastatin was the only one I recognised, and I have just been taken off of them by the hospital, not the Doctor, and been put on an alternative, Atorvastatin.

The shaking and dancing limbs have never lasted so long before. But the wee-weeing became less often.

When I had to empty the grey bucket again, I very nearly dropped it, just before pouring it into the WC bowl. Huh! Then when it was left, the shakes enabled me to dropped it accurately, and it hit the right ankle, which made me jump, and I stubbed the right big toe against the seat-riser metal legs!

I got Josie’s nosh all prepared, and Brother-in-law Pete rang while I was doing it. It’s the hidden clandestine CCTV cameras he put in while he was at the flat when I had the stroke, going through everything and taking all my money, cash card, keepsakes and valuables. Now he knows when to call me for the most considerable inconvenience. Hehehe! Only joking! Well, not about the money and valuables, of course. Hahaha! We had a jolly chinwagging session. I like a laugh with Pete, takes a gag well, a decent sort he is!

I checked the cooking and shot off to the wet room… Hehe! Shot Off, what a mistaka to maka! I limped with the walking stick to the wet room. That’s more accurate! Snigger! A wee-wee of the WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) variety was taken. The teggies and shaving were done without any bleeding!

Then, just like yesterday, a heavy-duty session was needed, so I got on the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dear, a  lot of bleeding this time. But not to worry, it was only from Harolds Haemorrhoids. The shower went well and safe, despite a little dizziness, that only lasted a few seconds, but it was intense. The chair in there and the bars on the tiles meant I coped with it well. Holier-than-thou–Mode-Adopted.

I spotted while putting on the sort balsa socks, that the lesions, spots, papsules, hickeys, pimples, pustules, erythemas, skin eruptions and other unknown pot-marks, were looking less inflamed!

Oh, I said balsa socks, didn’t I – I meant bamboo socks. Not like me to make mistakes! Mmm!

Afterwards, I got Josie’s meal served and delivered to her door. I was pleased as punch that she liked the look of it.

Got back inside the fleapit, and realised I had forgotten to put the mushrooms on her salva – What a Schlemiel! I got them out of the cooker and into a pot and took them to her. She was not happy at being disturbed eating. I apologised, told her that they were hot, and not to hold them by the bottom. (I took that as an honour, her being irked, tells me she was enjoying it). She obviously could not hear me, (Not her fault!) bless her. She grabbed the tub by the bottom and said; “Oh, they’re hot!” Hehe! I didn’t think to photograph it, with rushing to get it to her on time.

I got back on the computer, which Virgin Media was currently running okay. Honestly! 

But the fingers and shoulder, although less hassle than earlier, were still playing up occasionally. Believe it or not, but the sensation went in the finger tips for a while completely, and as I had just pressed the ‘O’ key, I ended up with three and a half lines of ‘O’s, to correct, along with many more errors! Oy Vay!

I went on CorelDraw, to make up some more page top and Thoughts graphics. I made one for the TFZer site as well. I hope they like it, their pussies, you know. “The Shredders!”

Some odd clanging noises coming from somewhere or other? I hate it when I can’t identify sounds I can actually hear!

I closed down the computer and watched some TV for a bit, until Josie, bless her, returned the plate, tray and cutlery. She said she enjoyed it a lot, thanked me, and added that it was little too much for her. So, I promised to make a little smaller meal next weekend. She offered me some desserts, and I gently explained that I cannot eat strawberries, even in yoghourt. She was meeting her Sister for a drink later, and I wished her an enjoyable trip. So glad she liked the meal.

I set about finalising my grand feast then. A big plateful. With: Seasoned chips (fries), tuna chunks in brine, fresh garden peas, tomatoes, and some well-burnt, crispy cheesy-potatoes! Followed by a criminally naughty Limoncello second course, dessert!

Smug-Mode Adopted: I’d done it again. Another most delightful and flavoursome nosh! Taste Rating: 9.25/10!

I did the washing up. Then the hand-washing. Back to the TV, to keep nodding-off and waking repeatedly, until I got fed up with it, and settled to get the head-down. But proper sleep was a long time coming. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 20th July 2019:

Saturday 20th July 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 20 Gorffennaf 2019

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is the round-about route I took.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Touch of jealousy creeping in there?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Called at Josies, no reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This one caught the atmosphere
Slowed down...
Then came again!

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

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

Got the head down, and I stewed inwardly.

Inchcock Today – Frid 19 July 2019: Another mixed day: Frictious, Accident-Prone and Logic-Free!

Friday 19th July 2019

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 19 Gorffennaf 2019

01:35hrs. I woke up wobbling and shaking all over – but whatever the cause was I’ll never know, it stopped within a minute or so, I lay there for a few moments, fearing I may have had another stroke, got pneumonia or whatever. But things were fine, no pains whatsoever, and the shivering stopped. Perhaps I had had a dream? I expect so, it’s not rare for me to forget the nocturnal meditations, and something later in the day triggers the brain to recollect things.

I became almost sprightly, as I removed my obesely potbellied short torso, with its fluid-filled legs and gangly thin arms, slumbering, short, plump, ailment-ridden body from the second-hand, tatty, beige coloured, c1968, rickety recliner. Walkingsticklessy I hobbled the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), revealing that it had not been used overnight at all (a rarity indeed!), and had an ELWPWW (Extremely-Long-Weak-Powerless-Wee-wee).  

Apart from some lingering cramps in the fingers, I began to feel practically perky! Without the walking stick, I limped into the kitchen and put the kettle on and started to do the hand-washing. Rinsed and put the things on the upright airer for drying, when a smattering of common-sense broke into my brain, and I decided to fetch a stick to use.

I was in the wet room, cleaning and sanitising the grey bucket, and needed another wee-wee, so I used the WC. What a change for this passage of fluid! An ELPSOA (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-Allover) wee-wee. Unbelievable! By the time I had stopped the persistent flow, I don’t think there was anywhere in the room that had not been sprayed or splashed on, including me! Why this outburst from my inner splanchnic area, I don’t know, but the humorous side came out in me a little. I was having a persiflage, a repartee, or banter with myself about the calamity, all of the hour I had used up while cleaning my torso and the room!

But the self-nattering soon stopped! As I was cleaning out the mop head, the danged arm and shoulder went off on one their polyneuropathy inspired dancing sessions. It didn’t last for long, but enough for me to clout myself on the head with the mop handle as it swung around before I could let go of it! I should perhaps have been more annoyed than I was, but I appreciated how god things in the ‘dancin’ department had been lately, I think that relieved the temper a bit.

Back to the kitchen, stick in hand, and got the kettle on the boil again.

Got the medications taken, and after winning the battle to get the sphygmomanometer to work, I did the health checks.

Another reason to be pleased, all bar the temperature which was only 34.6°c, things looked really good to me.

 Well, blow-me! Back to the wet room for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised. What a painful struggle and experience that was! Cor, Luvvaduck and blimey! (which is nearly what I said, ahem!) I have not laboured like that before, but at least there was no bleeding (astonishingly). I thought it was bad enough being indoors waiting and not knowing if the nurse will call or not to take the blood, without being stuck in the wet room on the throne! Hehe!

I observed that something had been put through the letterbox, and went to investigate. The envelope contained a sample-vial, and Jenny had delivered it for me. She is so kind to me. ♥

I went to find some clothes to put on later and noticed the legs were looking a bit battered again. The skin was ashen looking once more. The papsules, lumps and spots seem to have increased, too. It’s the first time since I’ve been wearing these bamboo socks that the swelling marks have shown up on the pins?

 I needed another wee-wee and used the grey bucket to control the spray in case it comes out like last time. It came out worserer! At least the splashback from the short, but hose-pipe-like release, was more concentrated and forceful, thus, to avoid getting anything but me wet! Tsk!

I had a wash down, then got on the computer to update and post off the Thursday post. Which was at first. Easier than of late, no dancing from the limbs kicked off for ages, I’m glad to say. I got through the finalisation and got the post all but posted when the arm and shoulder started playing up.

In celebration, I thought I’d make a cuppa. The drilling noises, presumably from the on-going fitting of the new intercoms, was much fainter now, so it might get more so, as the day goes on, and the chap moves on to a higher floor? (I was wrong, it got louder an hour later, Hehe!).

The view from the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen windows looked rather nice, and I tried with the old Nikon camera, to take a panoramic shot. I’m afraid it took me eight tries, but on the last one, it took alright! Smug-Mode Adopted.

A shame the Nikon on will not let me take any wide shots. I assume this is because it so much smaller, with tiny buttons, and my Anoxonotmesis Neuralgia affected hands, arms, leg, and shoulder know about this, and refuse to hold steady long enough for me to take the shot? Hehehe!

I got the Thursday file updated and sent off at last. A total of nine wee-wees, all of the persistent and of various ‘Getting-Yourself-Wet’ modes!

I set about creating the graphics for and then started off this blog. It took me ages, far longer than it should have, thanks to the twitching and jumping limbs. I got as far as here and went to get the very-belated ablutions done. Hopefully, I will not rush about and risk any cuts!

I haven’t heard from the doctors about the INR Warfarin blood not being taken. I don’t suppose they are too interested.

Made some black bags and one recycling up, took the rubbish ones to the chute of the way out. With my walking down Winchester Street,

Bags, to the waste chute, one to the recycling bin.

Taking a walk to Sherwood with four-wheeler trolley-guide. It is better at going downhill  (I thought!).

I was greeted by rain when I got outside. Dropped the bags at the bin, and had a miserable, wet, depressing walk along Chestnut Way, to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

Oberstgruppenführeress Wardens Deana and Generalfeldmarschalless Julie were in the hut. A quick natter and nibbles handed out, then back out into the rain.

I took this first shot from under the brolly as I set off. See the orange bowser and chap in the picture? He was watering the grass lawns. Haha!

The four-wheeled trolley was uncontrollable with only one hand. The other was holding the umbrella! It was going all over the place, and progress was hard and slow. Especially going down Winchester Street hill.

Heck of a struggle and the brakes were useless in the wet, meant I had to go out onto the road, and nearly went over as I did so.

I got back on the pavement further down the road.

It was not cold at all, and no wind to worry about, either meteorological or physical. Hehehe!

As I got down and passing the bus stop, the cars gave my trousers a splashing, soaked the legs and bum!

A bit nearer Mansfield Road, a car gave me a splashing, and the shoe and socks got soaked as well!

The trolley was even more wayward as it got wetter en route. Near the trees and bushes, the leaves and petals got stuck to the trolley wheels, and it became even more difficult to control!

There were not many folks about, but who can blame them in this weather.

I tumbled down the kerb at this junction with Winchester Street. I didn’t fall over, mind, but the foot did go in a deep puddle of water. I may have one of the cleanest pairs of feet in Nottingham soon!  Humph! I got down to the bottom, and turned right, to the Co-op.

I got in the shop and bought just a packet of decent looking quality pod peas. Paid the lady, and back out, and up the hill towards the L9 bus stop, to get home. I was far too miserable and wet to stay out. On the short hobble, a Big Issue seller, with two mobile in use, Two Heart Foundation and a beggar tried to stop me for a cash donation.

At the bus stop, the shelter was full, but no bother, I was so wet by then it didn’t matter to me one iota. Anyway, if I went under, out of the rain, the trolley couldn’t be used to sit on, it was also precipitationaly affected. Haha!

A queue had gathered, that kept going down in number as each bus arrived, yet still, two women were sat in the shelter. I assumed that they must be waiting for the L9 as well.

But no, a minute or two later, a Land Rover Vogue pulled up and collected them. The cheek of it! Keeping all those bus passengers out in the rain! Haha!

The lock-up shop opposite the bus stop, although still having the For Rent sign above, had opened again, a second-hand clobber retailer.

When the L9 bus arrived, it was late, but in this weather, I felt lucky it came at all, there were many of the Winwood Heights clan on board. As usual, I got on last as all those who arrived after I had, rushed forward. Ah, well! I sat on a side-saddle seat next to Mary, we chatted, and Ray and Pete joined in on the short trip up the hill, and home. I walked back to Woodthorpe Court with Mary, and we continued our chinwagging.

Just as I was getting the trolley up the kerb, the leg, arm and shoulder burst into a Peripheral Neuralgia inspired dancing and shaking! Mary showed her concern, and it all over within a minute or so, thankfully. At least it waited until the end of my vicambulation. Doris joined us afterwards, and we all went up in the lift cage together. Nibbles were shared, and a laugh had between us.

I got in the flat, and dried and cleaned the trolley. Had a wash, then decided to get a load of the fresh pod peas podded, ready for the morning. Enough for me tonight, and Josie and me on Saturday, or Sunday, I’ve not been able to get in touch with her again this week either, to find out what day and time she’d like her nosh doing and delivering. Most frustrating every weekend!

I cleverly used the bowl to catch the pods and any escaping peas, while I  podded them. However, things didn’t go according to plan, But, with my luck, this was no surprise. Hehe! By the time I had shelled just three pods, two had gone missing, flew off into the ether. Finishing the last one, and around eight peas had absconded in total. I found two later, though. Huh!

The meal was served up. It consisted of beef pasties, Marmite cheese, tomatoes, fresh peas, and some mash with lots of mature cheddar cheese! Another good un! 9.22/10 Flavour rating!

Put the TV on to watch Rumpole of the Bailey, nodded off and missed the ending of it.

Had to get up for a wee-wee, they seemed to be changing again, this one was of the SHS (Short-Hosepipelike-Sensationless) mode of wee-wee. One of the dangerous ones, that one cannot tell when or if it is finished! Hahaha! Thinking things in the wee-wee department might get worse (They didn’t), I emptied and sanitised the grey plastic bucket. I’m glad I did, though. I found two more peas!

Got down, and soon nodded off again!

Inchcock Today -Thursday 18th July 2019: The vicissitudes of life, ruled the day!

Thursday 18th July 2019

Welsh: Ydd Iau 18 Gorffennaf 2019

04:15hrs: I was woken, yet again, by the stabbing pains from a Colin Cramp’s visit to the feet! I got the camera off of the Ottoman and realised I had also left the light on overnight, but at least I’d remembered to remove the bamboo socks. The signs of the toe-stumpings had all but cleared up! The toes were warping with the cramps, I presume.

The cramp hassle softened. I noticed that the toes had seemed to settle into a different position to normal. Thankfully, the pain slowly lessened later, as I moved (hobbled) around.

I removed my cumbersome burly short body from the £300, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured, rickety, c1968, rusty recliner, grabbed the stick, and used the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), for a most unwilling wee-wee of the UWT Unwilling-Weak-Trickling) variety. The bucket was taken with me to to the kitchen, for cleaning and sanitisationing. I got the hand-washing done, rinsed and on to the slow-airer for drying. Took medications. Did the health checks, and had another UWT Unwilling-Weak-Trickling) wee-wee.

Then I made a potent Glengettie brew of tea.

I began to update the events of Wednesday, frightfulness, horridness and dreadfully ropy happenings. The fingers and other limbs, apart from the shoulder, which was annoying me regularly, were pretty tame, so I made decent progress for once. Also, an even higher rarity… The Virgin Media Internet did not cut-off, and was moderately speedy! I appreciate this may sound like a porky-pie, but it’s true! Mind you; I’m sure it will not last long!

I took a picture out through the light & view-blocking kitchen windows that have unreachable glass panes to clean and needs a stepladder to be used to photograph or see anything below on Chestnut Way.

In the event that the fire alarm goes off, and we need to check if any emergency vehicles have arrived on site. I used auto-extra option.

Not that I can hear the fire alarm anyway, mind you. So, it’s a grand job that the Nottingham City Homes are doing in making sure we do not have the dangerous cladding, like that the poor devils had at Grenfell Tower.

I got the post finished and sent off to WordPress, then decided I’d better get the ablutions tended to. Obersturmbannführeress, Housing Patch Manager, and part-time Cosmopolitan Model, Angela Gould, said I could have a shower at 07:00hrs alright.

I had another even less-willing UWT wee-wee first. Then had to utilise the Porcelain Throne, which turned out not to be a good thing. First, the evacuation was big, hard, yet messy. One of the most painful I’ve ever had, lots of bleeding from internal and external haemorrhoids. And second reason; The putrescent, nidorous after-aroma had to be endured, while I did the teggies, shaved, and had the shower and won the battle with the sock-glide! Hehehe!

I thought I heard the new Intercom tone playing, so I went to the panel on the wall. But no indication of a missed call? I got the foyer-door picture up, and the door was just closing, but I could not see anyone in the view. So I assumed someone had let the Iceland man or woman in. A few seconds later, the panel alarm went off again, but nobody was there… then I realised it was the door chime ringing but in another tune! The exact-same melody as the panel has! I let in the delivery driver and explained and apologised for keeping him waiting. Someone had allowed him in the foyer door. He took the fodder through to the kitchen for me. I thanked him and set about putting the food away.

This was when I understood what the problem was. The engineer who put the Intercom in for me must have caught the door alarm box, that’s just below the new box he’d fitted, and changed the tune option without realising. It does happen sometimes. It is only a little button on the side. It needs scrolling through to find the tune you want, but if you leave or do not press it long enough, it sets on whatever theme is playing. I tried to reset it, but without thinking, I used the peripheral neuralgia affected right-hand, and it was a bit of a farce. I could not find the “I only want to be with you” tune I like to use, and can identify with the front door. I tried again using the left hand, not easy, but well doable, and hey presto, Dusty Springfield’s song is now back on! I wonder if this has happened to anyone else.

An email from Jenny earlier soon put me right on a few things. I’d got the wrong date for the eight-hour water turn off. (Fancy that, me getting something wrong. Hehe!) Also, there a lot of tenants with the problem of not hearing the new Intercom, with it being so soft and low. She has reported this to the Nottingham City Homes Management, already! The gal is coming back on to being herself again! Precious, impavid, intrepid, compassionate and benevolent Jenny is! Bless her cotton socks! ♥

The Iceland order had some Substitutes. The yoghourts had been replaced with Toffee flavour in place of lemon ones. Disappointing, but I will hand all four of them to the Social Hour as prizes, with the other bits later on.

I put the computer in sleep-mode and took some bags to the waste-chute. Then set out to go to the Willmott Dixon supplied Portakabin, Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, Holding cells, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

As I got outside of the foyer doors, I wanted to photograph the new grass on the end carpark, in different settings, but the hands and fingers started playing up as I did so. A workman, the one in the first picture, came over to me and saw I was struggling. He took the camera and shot the photographs you see here. He even chose a different setting for each one.

I took this one
The chap took this one
The chap took this one
The chap took this one

I forgot to ask him what settings he was on. Huh! If we get the forecasted rain for today and tomorrow, it should help the turf to settle and grow, methinks?

The start of the Winwood Court building, along Chestnut Way
Winwood Court, main entrance

As I limped along with the trolley-guide to the hut, I took this shot which caught Winchester Court, showing how nice and close the new bus stop is situated for the tenants of the said court.

I’m not jealous, of course.

Oh, no! I’m just glad it’s us at Woodthorpe Court who has the pleasure of a nice brisk walk to get to the bus stop. We’ll be much fitterer & healthier then! Haha!

I was well-pleased with how this zoomed-in shot turned out. Left to right (I hope I’ve got the names right – Jenny will correct me if not) Ray in his new disability Scooter, Pete, Angela, and Mary seated. And Roy, with his customised four-wheeled ‘L’ plate bearing trolley, giving me a rum stare! Hehehe! Good job I’m not wanting the bus. With Ray and his scooter, and Mary and Roy’s giant trolleys, I would not have been able to get on the bus with my walking-guide.

I got in the shed and left some pressies, prizes, and nibbles. And had a little natter or two. I went over and enjoyed a chinwag with the gang at the bus shelter.

Then on the way back to the beloved, but further to walk to and back from than Winchester Court than is Woodthorpe Court.

But it doesn’t bother me, Oh no!

The new grass seems to be doing a lot better here as well. This is the frontage part of the new Winwood Court and, that along with Woodthorpe Court (At the end of the road, farthest from the bus stop, letterbox and new Oberschützeress Wardens HQ) than Winchester Court, which all will comprise Winwood Heights when its all finished. Confusing innit? The shed being used at the moment is due to be removed later this month, I think.

I shall be sorry to see The Willmott Dixon supplied Portakabin go, after over two years and a bit, but not sorry to get some peace and hopefully far less harassment, and noise. I pray!

Shame about the new balconies. I loved the old open, far less maintenance requiring ones.

I had a natter, well for a few seconds, with Frank on the way back to the flat. Got in, and made an excellent brew-up. Then got the computer restarted and updated this blog to here.

Then, went on the WordPress Reader to see what the other bloggers had done. Some great stuff on today.

Then I visited the Facebook site to visit the TFZers and put some photographicalisations on. I enjoyed that.

Time to close down and get some nosh prepared, ready for me to (I hope) fall asleep. By gum, I need it! Sadly!

One simple but most satisfying meal. Instant potatoes with added grated cheese and dried onion, gherkins, chicken stick thingies (I’ve forgotten the name, flipping lethologica!), freshly podded peas, and lip-smackingly tasty sausages. Followed by a pot of wantonly, promiscuously, naughty-but-oh-so-nice, Limoncello. A most worthy taste-flavour rating of 9.20/10!

I washed-up, and got the hand-washing done.

Then I got settled down to watch something on the TV, but the nodding-offs soon started, so I turned off and no sooner had I done so, that Colin Cramps came on! The toes and hands were targeted at this time. I fully expected another long sleepless night as the cramps gave me some stick.

After ten minutes or so, almost miraculously to me, Morpheous took over, and by Golly, he did, too! I think I had over six-hours sleep, straight through to 01:30hrs, no wee-wees, no ailment pains waking me either, mind you, when I did wake, the efforts to get a wee-wee tout de suite, were a tad ridiculous, but humorous at the same time! Hehehe!

Inchcock Tuesday 16th July 2019: A day of inner-moaning. Tsk!

Tuesday 16th July 2019

Hungarian: 2019. Július 16, Kedd

22:00hrs: After falling asleep so early, I woke in a relatively refreshed mood, but still feeling a little tired. This was ignored at first, not given any deep thought. I was up out of the £300 c1968, second-hand, rickety, noisy, grotty-beige-coloured, disagreeably uncomfortable, sometimes working but as often not, recliner. Needing to use the almost empty EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) and being caught out, my not expecting the SSPPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Powerful-Wee-wee) that flowed violently out from the bladder. I don’t know where the power came from. Haha!

I decided to get the hand-washing done straight away, and walking stick in support, I toddled carefully to the kitchen. After I had done the laundry, rinsing and got the t-shirt and socks on the airer, I tackled the health checks, and took the medications (far to early as I found out minutes later – Fool!

As I was getting the sphygmomanometer and thermometer out of the medical drawer, it dawned on me that the sun was still out, and what the time was! Jiminy Cricket, cripes and by gad, what an absolute harebrained, dumb, thick, addlepate I am! A supreme Shmo. Oy Vey!

I went onto the balcony to take a shot of the evening. With its finger-flesh tearing metal spring opener, I decided to be quick about it and not open the window to take the picture.

Which was just as well, as I realised I was stood there naked taking a photograph! A Supreme+ Shmo this time! Oy-Gevalt! Can I get any help? I must be going bonkers! EEM (Extreme-Embarrassment) Mode Engaged!

I made a brew and got on with updating the Monday post. To my utmost pleasure and great joy, the digits, hand, and arm, rarely went into a dancing mode for the three and a half hours it took me to do the job. Fair enough, the shoulder did a bit of jiggling about, but even that wasn’t too often or violent. I’m having a mixed day up to now, some disastrous Whoopsiedangleplops, and some much-welcomed relief from the ailments. I am content for things to stay like this with the dancing limbs, though.

I nipped to the wet room, in anticipation of needing the Porcelain Throne – but I’m afraid things seemed blocked again, and all my bestest efforts and discomfort endured, failed to move anything.

Just a point of interest, I have noticed that recently, since the Stroke, my fingernails on the left hand are growing far more quickly than those on the right one? Also, the right leg, which has and is affected by so many ‘issues’, they keep changing their capacity for fluid retention, one day the left if fatter, then the next day, the right one is plumper?  In recent communications from various medical letters from different teams, the following terms have been used; Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Medullary/Myelin sheaths, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, and Peripheral Neuralgia. Surely some of these will be the same thing? It all confuses this already confused pensioner! Haha! I’ll have to ask Lynton if I remember, he’ll know. I’ve Googled them, but cannot understand all that came up. Just a couple of confusing thoughts I had this morning. Thick? Me?… Yes!

I found that I had left my new light blue Andy Cap in the room. And with the ailments so being so kind to me, I took a selfie of me smiling in celebration. Hehehe!

I posted off the blog and went on the WordPress reader. Did a bit of Facebooking next.

Then onto CorelDrawing for a few more hours, creating some graphics for page headers and Thoughts for the blogs. Then I made a start on this post.

I had to nip out for a Porcelain Throne visit.  No bleeding, and it seemed a little less effort and a good deal less painful to complete the motion this time.

With getting up so early, I treated myself to a YouTube viewing hour or so. Mostly documentaries and car-crash clips watched. Then, I got the ablutions tended to…

The sickly old pins (legs) looked to have deteriorated somewhat from yesterday. The lumps were far worse in the right limb.

But, on the brighter side, the ankle ulcer is improving quickly. No Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna or Duodenal Donald were giving me any stick, either!

Got the teggies cleaned. Then the shaving was done. But at a cost! Thanks entirely to the Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, Polyneuropathy, or Peripheral Neuralgia prompted shakes, quivers, and Hokey Cokey-like, dancing fingers, shoulder and leg! They are all clever-sounding words, I must find out which is which! Hehehe!

I must get prepared for the INR blood nurse arriving in a bit. With the new Intercom not being heard correctly, well, not at all really!

I set about rereading the leaflets again, in-depth, to try to find out if I could increase the ringing tone on the baffling contraption.

On the guide, the sound controls were different to the actual ones on the box...
This is how they show up in reality...
I managed to get a bar-slider up...

I’ve no idea how, but I was sure the left icon would change the ringing tone level, and the right end one, the voice audio status. And I dare not move from the hallway at all, even for a wee-wee, whatever. I spent about two hours in the hall, making no progress at all. Eventually, I managed to (What I thought was) the voice-audio set to a third, but the flaming tone range went to Muted! I do not have an inkling, as to how this happened. I was getting myself all het-up, bothered, flustered, and frustrated here!

I heard Josie’s door open and had a little natter with her.

I spotted even more bumpf had been delivered. 

  1. A confirmation letter for the appointment with Dr S K Raghunathan, at the Stroke Outpatients for 20th August, Corridor N5 at the City Hospital.
  2. Nottingham City Homes Important Notice for Woodthorpe Court Customers. Notification of Interruption of Water Supply. For Tuesday 23rd July at 09:00hrs.
  3. The work will take up to eight hours.
  4. A recommendation that we stock up with water the evening before each of the days, in containers, bottles, and saucepans.
  5. The NCH can supply bottled water if you contact Nick Jones on a certain number. Great for deaf people that!

This can go with another from Nottingham City Homes letter.

  1. That informs us that ‘Engineers from Second Element’ will be on-site to carry out essential maintenance to the Water Supply System: On Wednesday 17th, Friday 26th, and Monday 29th July.
  2. Between the hours of 0830am and1700hrs.
  3. With a recommendation that we stock up with water the evening beforehand, in containers, bottles, and saucepans.

And.

  1. A letter from the Queens Medical Centre, Haematology, and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic. Mr Adamczyk, for the annual medical blood and vein count-type assessment, on August 28th, at 11:15. 
  2. Then at 1220hrs hours, Dr Nishapuri for a mental health examination.

That can go with the Outpatients appointment for the duodenal ulcer checks! 

Ain’t gerrin’ older a pleasure, so peaceful and relaxing being retired and handicapped in various departments! No damned rest, peace-of-mind or rest here at all! Globallglocks!

After ponderations, I decided to check on the intercom picture for a while to make sure the nurse had not arrived, and I pass her coming up as I go down in the lift. (Yes, both elevators are now working again!) And keep my eyes out for the nurse, and call to leave a message for Deans to get me some help with the not loud enough monitor thingy. When I got outside, I noticed some NCH workmen doing something with the windows outside the laundry room. I asked one if he had a company phone and the man said yes. Seemed a pleasant enough bloke, so I asked him if he could call Deana for me, about my not hearing the ring tone on the new intercom system. He went and got the number and rang her for me. But there was no answer. So he offered to come up to the flat with me, and see if he could help.

In the flat, the helpfull chap agreed that the layout was vastly confusing, as it did not match with the plans that were given me. The chap worked out that I had got it wrong in thinking one icon meant the voice level and the other for the ring tone. One was for up the other down, no control over the ring-tone level it seems. Although something of that ilk should be there for the engineers, perhaps?

I got back to doing the updating of this blog. The nurse hasn’t arrived yet, so I can assume she is not coming? Maybe tomorrow? Something else to fret over! Humph!

I got the fodder on the go.

Something new for me to try today. I piece of smoked bacon, vegetarian sausages, and smokey BBQ rice, with some BBQ sauce, added? What do you think?

I wonder if the nurse will come or not today? If it is a different lady, it is just about possible that she will come later on. Not that that will do much for me. I really need to try and get some sleep in if I can. And, if I fall asleep, I doubt if I will hear the new intercom’s weak tune. Oh, I am fed up!

She did not arrive, so I hope she’ll come tomorrow.

I fell asleep for a few minutes and checked the intercom panel, but no one had rung for me.

I finally got the nosh served up.

I vegetarian sausages looked a little on the unappetising side, but they tasted alright. I must try some of this Bens BBQ rice again. If it on Special Price at £1, on my next visit, I get some more. Very tasty!

Taste Rating given was 7/10. Good stuff!

I did the hand-washing, got down, and fell asleep again. I woke up later, but the willingness of the mind and body to rise again, was reluctant to be roused, and I nodded off again.

I woke again, what the expergefactor was for this, I don’t know. But, I did rise up and consulted the notebook, to see if anything worthwhile had happened to add to the blog.

I could read ‘fire alarm’ written a few times. But what else at the bottom, beat me, and I wrote it! Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Mon 15 July 2019: Blimey, I almost felt amadelphous at times, today!

Monday 15th July 2019

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 15. Srpnja 2010

04:20hrs. I stirred after only three hours sleep (sob), and like a wobbly automaton, I was out of the near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, second-hand, £300, sometimes working, discomforting recliner, and having a wee-wee of a WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) Mode, in the unused overnight EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). Without any trouble as well!

No dancing legs, shoulders, hands or fingers, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were all noticeable by their absence. No toe stubbings, or Accifauxpas either! Great start! I was even feeling a tad sort of sacerdotal; which confused me, as there is no reason for me of all people, to find himself in a flushed-peaceful moment? I poddled limping with the stick, to the kitchen and did the hand washing, only the usual socks and t-shirt done.

Then I got the health checks done. The readings were once again, most satisfactory. Sys 147, Dia 73, Pulse 71 (Perhaps this near perfect 71 results I think, is indicative of the unprecedentedly calm mood I found myself in this morning?), and Temperature 34.1°c.

I had another WYSAO wee-wee and cleaned and sanitised the EGPWWB.

I noted how pale the hands had gone since getting out of the brutally uncomfortable recliner.

I went to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. 

  I took of the night socks, and as I had expected, the leg ulcer was trying to come back again.

There was no pain though, just a feeling like there were worms inside the leg wriggling about?

I made another brew of tea and got on the computer doing the updating of the Sunday post. The dancing and jumping were rare this morning, other than the leg, which tried to do its Hokey Cokey dance a few times. So I got on reasonably well with the task. I got it finished and posted off. Three or more wee-wees needed while doing this, all still of the WYSAO style.

I got the ablutions tended to next. No cuts shaving, no toe stubbing, either! Smug-Mode was given the go ahead!

Got readied, took the black bags to the waste chute as I went out, of down to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

Limping along Chestnut Way, I saw that some of the grass lawn was coming through, beneath the trees near Winwood Court! The leaves and branches had probably stopped the recent evening rains from prompting some of the grass coming through.

I got to the Oberschützeress Wardens’s shed, no residents inside, but Obersturmführeress and Catwalk Model and Warden Professor Julie was working in the office. Julie asked how the power situation was, and I told her about the food thrown away from the freezer. She said claim on your insurance. A quick nibble-handout and an even speedier chinwag, and I was off to the bus stop. A Nottingham City Homes chap followed me out and asked about the power to the flat.

Over to the shelter, where six or so residents were waiting. We were joined by about another eight or so by the time the first bus arrived. They massed on, all in front of me, well, they move quickerer than I can, Haha!

By the time I got on last, all the side-saddle seats were taken and the bus looking rather fullish. I had to walk to the back of the bus, up the steps with the trolley, that was fortunately almost empty (bird food), so I folded it and got it wedged in between the seating. Two stops along, about five passengers alighted, and at the next Sherwood stop, many more got off, leaving just one other bloke and me on board for the journey to Daybrook.

I fell asleep, and missed my planned stop, but got off at the next one. Then walked back and to the Arno Hill Park, and visited the ducks on the pond there.

Through the entrance
First feeding point: Canada geese
Second feeding point: Mostly Toulouse geese.
Third point: A mixed bag of geese

I left and walked into Arnold and Front Street.

Called at Chambers’ provisions shop to investigate their smoked, cooked belly pork availability and quality of. It was very fatty and did not look appealing at all, so I made my way to the Asda Superstore further along.

I spent a while in the store. I bought a new Andy Cap. Then moved to the food section, where I came out with: A bag of fries with bacon flavouring, three cans of tuna in brine, milk, some BBR flavoured Rice, cheapo iced-lollies, pod peas (Terrible they were!), Bread thins (They didn’t have any milk roll bread on the shelves, Tsk!), jelly babies and erm… well, er, err… I’ll have to just come out with it: Guilty-Mode-Engaged! Fresh Cream French Horns! (Another disaster I’ll explain about later).

I went to the photo booth and copied-printed some pictures of Deana & Julie and some of the tenants to hand them later. Then up to the bus stop on High Street. Again, all the others tried to beat me to getting on the bus, but it pulled close to me, and I got on first! Oh, yes! It filled up en route, and in Sherwood, we picked up some of our residents. Welsh William, Roy and Sheila I noticed getting on.

Back at the flats, they all got off first, and someone helped me off the bus with the trolley, bless em, I didn’t know his name. I nipped into the shed and handed some nibbles and photographs to Julie.

Making my way back along Chestnut Way to the Woodthorpe Court flats, I noticed some girls ahead of me. Chrissie, Penny and Sheila, I think.

I couldn’t catch them up, but Penny and Christine stopped to talk to Wimbledon ex-champion and Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden Deana, and I caught them up and passed them. Offering a quick “Good afternoon, girls!” as I passed them by. No response, though, cause they were chatting away. I plodded on and got in the foyer, and waited for them so I could open the door for them.

There was still only the one lift working. For four days now, Chrissie told me. So, we had Chrissie, Penny and another woman with me and three trolleys in the elevator cage. Chrissie organised where we stood in order of the floor needed for each person. Had a bit of a farce. Not enough room for folks wanting to go up, some had to wait, people trying to come down from above, couldn’t get on cause the lift was so full, etc. What a to-do! Hehehe!

I was suddenly so tired again.

I got the fodder purchased away and prepared the nosh.

While it was cooking, I took the evening medications and had, what must have been a new record wee-wee wise. One of the semioccasional, and very rare MDTAO (Marathon-Dribbling-Trickling-All-Over) Wee-Wee’s.

Podding the peas I threw more away that had mould inside the pods that ever before. As for the naughty Fresh cream French Horns, they were soft and soggy, and far too over-sweetened, after one or two bites, I threw them both away! Mostest dissapointing! I thought of TFZer Janet and Patricia, who also have a fancy for these cakes. But not counting the cakes, a flavour rating of 9/10 for the other goodies on the plate. The chips (fries) were smashing tasting!

As I got read for head down time, well, to watch a Jonathon Creek DVD, I realised I  still had my new hat on. Hahaha!

I nodded off withim seconds I think.

When I sort of burst awake, the first thing I thought was; Hello, no wee-wee wanted? Then it dawned on me, it was still only 22:00hrs! Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 14th July 2019: My mental state varied today, twixt fine, desperate, and sod-it!

Sunday 14th July 2019

Hawaiian: Ka lā 14 o Lulai 2019

02:25hrs. I wasn’t sure if I had woken up or not at first, it was very surreal, even grotesque in a way. I had been (I think) having different dreams for ages it seemed, about events that have occurred the places I’ve lived or worked at. I thought I might still be dreaming. Sad, I know! But, I had seemingly had over six-hours kip – which was indeed delightsome!

However, as soon as I moved and knocked over a (luckily for once) empty bottle of Spring Water, and it fell into the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), the realisation that I was awake, dawned on me. Hehe! The bucket incident brought on the need for a wee-wee, of course.

Freeing my worryingly ever-expanding body from the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, just about endurable for the bad-back recliner, was a piece of cake! It was an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee), and the pain was real enough for me! I took the bucket to be cleaned and sanitised in the wet room.

The WC is taking ever-longer to refill, and the sink is even more reluctant to let any water go down its plug-hole this morning! Tsk!

As a total change from normal, I got the computer and went on Facebooking first. Added some pictures, and enjoyed and mad some comments of the TFZer site. A lovely bunch of people, I adore them all, yet I have never met any of them ♥.

The throat was suffering from xerostomia this morning. Yet I had no desire yet for my early morning cuppa. The curiousest happening of the day so far! But, I did guzzle plenty of the spring water. While in the kitchen, I did the health checks, took the medications, and took a photograph from the unwanted, multi-glassed, light & view blocking, thick-framed, new kitchen windows, with the unreachable panes to clean.  On the bright side, the HC check results were absolutely unbelievably good! Sys 138. Dia 61, Pulse 81 & Temp 34.6°c. Fantastic stuff!

I do like the tree copse, but also at the end of Chestnut Way, the trees over the garages. Bootiful! My viewing was terminated, when a call was received from the innards to for a Porcelain Visit, post-haste! So I did!

It turned out to be a failure. Notwithstanding my greatest painful efforts to move things along, after a long time failing, I gave up. However, all was not doom and gloom. For one of those incredibly unique wee-wees of the ELDOPWW (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee) mode was enjoyed. As my failure at the other evacuation area went on, and on, and… Well, you get the idea!

I continued, doing the CorelDrawing graphics. The fingers and hands were got playing up too much… yet!

I suddenly got the urge for a comforting mug of tea! And recognising that is was 07:00hrs, and I had not started on updating yesterday’s Diary yet, put me in Self-Derogatory-Mode! 

I got the black bars sorted out and tied up ready to go to the chute later on. Then put new bags in the bins and repositioned them in the rubbish room, wet room and one left in the kitchen.

I took a shot of the misty morning outside, from the deadly step-ladder Accifauxpas kitchen windows.

It came out decentish, though.

Ah, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne. So, off to the wet room again. Once again, a terribly painful evacuation, that needed much effort to clear, and the massive release took me a good while.

So while there, I did the ablutions.

Only a couple of tiny wee nicks while shaving. I fought and won, uninjured, against the sock glide, which is a rarity when putting on the short bamboo socks.

The legs seem to be holding less fluid now. Although they were well-bruised. I’m afraid the ankle ulcer is looking dodgy, so left the sock over it, so not to show it.  The nocturnally made scratches were still bright, but getting betterer!

At long last, I got on to doing the updating of the Saturday blog, (Must have been around 08:00hrs) or so by then. Much later, I got it finished, posted, and sent some photo’s to Pinterest and the TFZer Facebook page. Phew! That took me a long time!

I made a start on this post next. Brother-in-Law Pete, the one with Xyrophobia: Fear of shaving. (Mine is Euphobia: Fear of Good News.) ([Well, when do I get any? Hehe!]), he’s known as ‘Stubble’, called me on the landline. We had a chinwag which I enjoyed, a little memory prompting and the like, you know. It cheered me up!

I got Josie’s cheesy-potatoes made up and got them in the oven. Did some more on this updating, then got the side-food on the plate and kept checking on Josie’s spuds in the oven. I want them to be browned to perfection this time.

Took a picture of Sherwood and Basford outside, through the bare, apart from the injury-causing, deadly-dangerous step ladders. The mist on the horizon is still there. But no people were seen in any photo I took outside. Sunday! 

I got a lovely email from Jenny. I think she is going to ask the young man who does her windows if he might do mine. Once a month, and he only charges £10.

I finished Josie’s dinner, got it on the server, and delivered it to her door. I used the wheeled-server in case the hands or any other part of my anatomy started subliminal, involuntary Hokey-Cokeying and or jumping. Safety First! The meal looked alright to me.

Josie answered the door, and her face lit-up. She was all poshly dressed, so I assumed that she was going out later. So glad I was early with the prandicle consignment.

I returned to the flea-pit and started to get my meal prepared. A minor Whoopsiedangleplop came to light, as I searched for my tatty oval blue plate that I usually eat off – it could not be found anywhere? Where could I have left it? I really had an in-depth foray around, looking in the usual and then strange places I may have put it. All to no avail. Then as I decided to use the pinkish’maroon plate that Josie uses at the weekend – Hehehe! Wot a plonka! It dawned on me, I had given Josie her meal on that plate! I did feel a Klutz!

I had the other half of the cheesy potatoes, garden peas and some streaky smoked bacon. Making some bacon sarnies with the last of the milk loaf as I ate it.

Same as for Josie, a Limoncello dessert, and made-up spring water and orange cordial followed. A flavour rating of 6/10 given for this rather sad effort.

I was so tired, I got the washing up done and settled into the currently welcoming second-hand, c1968 recliner. But, the nibbling started almost straight away. Cheese curls, jelly babies, chocolate brazils, sherberts, etc. were consumed – but not just a few of them, lots! Guilty Mode Adopted! Whatever I have tried in the diet stakes was ruined in one gorging session!

Worse still, the sleep would not come! And unremittingly, the nibbling continued! I watched a Jonathan Creek DVD and enjoyed it. Then I put the TV on, but not really watching the crap on offer, and the mind began to stew away; fears, shames, mistakes, worries etc. floated into the brain, tormenting me. And this, along with slowed-down but still guiltily being eaten nibbling! I turned off the television and tried to get to sleep seriously, but the brain would kick-off again, with its at times, almost panicking, over nothing and everything? Even searching the grey cells to find anything shameful or unpleasant that it had not already harassed me with.

I think the few hours I spent in mental turmoil was the worst in a long time. I recall putting the TV back on, the rubbish on might help me concentrate on something else. It was well gone midnight before I eventually dropped off to kip. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 13th July 2019: Turned out to be a lonely, but betterer day.

Saturday 13th July 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth Rhagfyr 6

01:15hrs. I stirred awake, and fought off the depressionalistic mood, lingering from yesterday’s calamity of the power-cut, and the ensuing problems it gave me. I pondered on what I could do about the weekend meal for Josie. After some consideration, I decided that I will not have the time to get down into Sherwood to get some potatoes and back again. I tried instant cheesy mash with added onions, well burnt in the oven after mixing, a couple of weeks ago, and Josie said she enjoyed it, as I recall. So I’ll try that again. This should give me time to get the blog updating done, and maybe some photo adding and TFZ Facebooking as well.

The wee-weeing needs arrived later than usual. They normally come within seconds of waking up.  I escaped the warming but uncomfortable grip of the second-hand, £300, c1968, rusty, rickety, grotty-beige coloured, sometimes working recliner, got my balance quickly enough and a few paces to the surprisingly well filled overnight EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), and had a releasing of a WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee).

During the emptying of the bladder, I got a sensation that I imagine is what myiasis must feel like; worms wriggling about from the innards? It stopped along with the termination of the process.

I took the bucket to the kitchen and got it emptied and sanitised. I returned to the Junk-Room-Two, and as I was struggling with the sock-glide, I noticed how odd the right leg looked. It doesn’t come out well in the photo I took. But I seemed to have many extra spider veins on show above the knee. It reminded me of an old map. Haha!

Then I spotted signs of some nocturnal itching on the lower part of the leg. I cannot remember scratching at it at all. As indeed, I cannot recall any visits to the Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket, that was so full this morning. Perhaps one or more of the blood papsules had burst. Then again, there were no signs of any bloodied paper towels about or in the bin, anywhere? Mmm!

I did the health checks, DIA 74, SYS 58, Pulse 91 and Temperature 34.2°c. Took the medications and made a brew of tea, and took it with me to the computer. Only to find that… once again.

It came back on, but it was so slow. This happens so often nowadays with Virgin Media, and is so angrynoying! Humph!

I spent such a long time sorting the flipping internet out and working in a fashion again, the mug of tea went cold on me!

I popped back to make another brew. While the kettle boiled, I had another wee-wee. This time of an ELDOP (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) mode. Another change in style. I don’t know what to expect each time I utilise the Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket! Tsk! A life-saver sometimes this bucket is!

I took a ‘blind’ picture out of the new kitchen windows. That is light & view-blocking, have glass that cannot be reached for cleaning. camera-hating wide ledges that make it necessary for step-ladders to be used and fallen off of, to take a photo below, or look to see if any emergency vehicles are outside, in the rare event that I can hear the fire alarm when it activates. Incidentally, I can’t hear the new intercom either, when someone calls to be allowed in. This might be fun on Tuesday when the INR nurse is due!

When I got back to the computer, Colin Cramps paid me a visit and stayed for a while distorting the muscles in the leg and foot, and testing my pain-resistance almost to the full. Being in such pain, reminded me about yesterday’s Porcelain Throne agony, and I fetched and took an extra Senna tablet with the tea.

Next time the wee-wee was back to the ELDOP (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) style. In the time it took to pass, the morning had gotten lighter, and my moustache grew a bit. Hahaha!

Damned weekend again, here we go with Virgin…

Somehow or other, I avoided psychasthenia, putting up and coping with the jumping about fingers, and shoulder, and Mr Fries best efforts to knacker my plans, I got the updating finished and posted off. Phew!

I found myself chatting away with Koala Katie and Scruffy as I was carrying my next visit to the bucket. Another change in style again. This time it was a WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee).

It’s a good job there is no CCTV camera in the flat while I am talking to the pets. Hehe!

Got the ablutions done. There was a programme on Radio Four Extra. It was the last radio programme ever, to get more listeners, than anything on TV did on the same day! The science fiction programme was written by BBC producer Charles Chilton. From 1953, when it was broadcast on the old BBC Light Programme, which became BBC Radio Two. By gum, it took me back listening to that while I shaved and had a shower!

I could see the back yard at Brookfield Place where Dad and I lived at the time. His homemade cobbling bench out in the yard next to the railway viaduct, the tin bath up on the wall next to the yard-brush, the pigeons and sparrows swooping down for the food Mrs Wright gave then each day, the sparrows being too quick for the pigeons. The outside toilets and coal houses. Poor Mr Holmes, Chrissie and Rover. Ah, we had nowt, but it was a good life! (Well, not really, but it sounds it). Hehe!

I called at Josie’s, to find out what time she fancied having her meal. But no answer.

I sent some pictures to the Pinterest site, then got on with this blog. After a while, I nipped to see Josie again, no reply.

Back to the blogging for an hour or so, then called on Josie once more. She heard the chimes and answered. We had a doorstep, rumourmongering, tittle-tattle, conversation. She let me gripe on about yesterday’s mayhem. She’s been out all day, and knew nothing of it, but was sympathetic, bless her. She does not want any fodder today, she is going out with her Sisters, but tomorrow at 12:00hrs will suit her fine. So it will be! Farewells and back to the computer to update to here. Then, onto TFZer and Facebook photo galleries updating.

Oh, sod it!

The nosh was prepared. I purposely used the old large plastic dish, as the hands and fingers, well, the shoulders and leg as well, were making frequent performances of dancing, jiggling, stamping (the leg) and shaking. So I thought I might cope better with the big bowl, in the event of there continued unruliness! I find it harder than ever to manage when I am feeling so exhausted. The flavour was not so good with the bacon, but the chilli-con-carni was delightful. The overall rating was 5/10.

I put on a Jonathan Creek DVD. After several dropping offs and wakenings, then I gave up. And it was early even for me. But the lack of sleep over the previous disastrous few days, I thought I might be too overtired to sleep – but no. I was off in the land of nod, dreaming a lot, but sleeping for over six hours! Great!

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