Inchcock Today – Friday 5th July 2019: A nerve-wracking Fraught Friday!

2019 July 5

2019 July 05

Friday 5th July 2019

Croatian: Petak, 5 Srpnja 2019

12:08hrs: I woke, well I didn’t really, I just gave up trying to get to sleep. I had to get up anyway, for a wee-wee (Hard to believe, I know. Hehe!) Dean Martin’s version of ‘Just one more chance, was firmly embedded in my head, and I was singing or humming to myself for hours and hours. Here’s a link for anyone who doesn’t know it, a smooth ballad and catchy tune. Just one more chance

My sort of music. Enough of my noctuary, back to the lactarium.

WD 0.51.0 I rose from the £300, second-hand, c1968, clapped out recliner, got the stick and made for the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), where I had to endure another of the ELDOUWW’s (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Unremitting-Wee-Wee’s). After what seemed a ridiculously long time, the flow finally ebbed, and the bucket was in need of emptying and sanitisationing. So, a limp to the kitchen, which revealed that after such a long time, Arthur Itis was in full-damage mode, pain wise, in the knees. Boy, he was in a bad mood!

5Fri001WD 0.51.0 I got the bucket cleaned and returned to near the computer, and had to use it again. This time, for a surprising VSHLP (Very Short-Hosepipe-Like-Painful) wee-wee. After the first one, this caught me out a bit.

I got the kettle on and did the health checks. With good results, today: Sys 136, Dia 66, Pulse 85, and Temperature at 35.1°c (93.2°f), is that a little high? No, I don’t think so.

Made a brew, and got the computer on. Checked the Google Calendar, to make sure I’d added the date for the Air Filter appointment for it to be serviced. I had. (Oh, yes! Haha!) Smug-Mode-Adopted.

WD 0.51.0 The first task was to get a top-graphic, and a Thought was done for the next post. This was when the fingers and hand started to dance-away to its heart’s content! Grumph, and bother! It came and went for several hours, for varying periods of time. During which my patience was tested to the full. As I was finishing off the Thought graphic, I had to go for a Porcelain Throne session. But, it was not to be. Everything seemed solid and immovable again. I washed, made a brew, and took another Senna tablet.

Then the big push, despite the jumping-fingers and the lousy language used, I pressed on and got the updating done. Finished and got it posted off.  But not, until gone 05:00hrs! Huh!

WD 0.51.0 I made a start on this blog but had the call to the Throne again. Full of hope for a successful evacuation this time, I grabbed the stick and was off to the wet room. What a change, still painful and a fair bit of bleeding, but far less resistance. This confused me a little. After some thought on the problem, I realised I had taken the last Senna, from a new pack that I had emptied earlier.

5Fri002So, maybe the old packet was a little out of date, and that was why I had been struggling to free things lately?

I took a snap of the plates-of-meat. The water retention has gone down well, the feet look healthier, and the leg-ulcer seems to be fading away again. New marks on top of the right foot. But it appears different each day lately.

I continued (Wee-wee interrupted frequently) with this blog for an hour or two, and went to make a mug of tea. The view of outside’s sky, made me get the camera, and go onto the balcony, at high risk of losing a chunk of finger when opening the metal spring opener that has to be pushed to bend the metal, and pulled towards you, to open the window, at the same time!

But, my bravery was rewarded with some half-decent shots of the cloud formations. I still can’t work out how to do Panorama shots on this camera, it will just not do them! So I took pictures across the sky. They were naturally beautiful, I thought.

 

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5Fri08I got the peas podded and in the pan to marinate with some demerara sugar.

I’d better get the ablutions done, try to see Josie for when she wants her meal this weekend, and get out for a walk with the trolley. I must not stay in for too long, it makes one get idle.

Ah well, off to the wetroom. Mustn’t rush with the shaving, cutting of the skin and toe-5Fri08astubbing skills I have acquired! Hehe! All sorted.

WD 0.51.0 I noticed that the legs and knees were suddenly starting to return to their normal warped, fluid-filled, papsule covered status! However, the feet were looking and feeling much better, and the leg ulcer is hardly noticeable now? Every day something changes, sometimes more than once!

5Fri08bI made up some black bags and one for recycling and was going out the door with the trolley, and Josie came out, she kindly took the bags for me. Bless her cotton socks! But was in a rush to meet with her family, and I couldn’t find out which day and at what time she fancied the cheesy potato meal in the morning. Tsk!

5Fri09I stopped underneath the bottom trees on the footpath hill, that goes up into Woodthorpe Grange Park for a while. It was shaded and fresh, and I took a minute or two to take in the smells. Realising that this is now my tree copse, for I can never get into the trees again, but this little patch is a good substitute that I can walk 5Fri10into for a few moments and appreciate wildlife and the beauty of the wildflowers.

WD 0.51.0 As I started to continue up the hill, Dizzy Dennis came over me, and I considered going back to the flat. An uncomfortable sensation and the vagueness of mind increased a lot. So, I took it very slowly 5Fri11and carefully and carried on up into the park, determined to get some more photographicalisationing done.

I stopped under the pathway trees and took a shot of the fallen warped tree branches. A certain sadness always comes over me when I see this area as I pass by.

5Fri12As I neared the gates out onto Mansfield Road, my newly-found fixation and nephelognosy with the clouds made me take a picture of the sky, showing the fantastic patch of clouds in which I saw a figure that reminded me of something.

But I can’t find it now! Humph! Hehe!

5Fri13As I plodded up and over the hill into Sherwood, I spotted this agricultural machine doing a fair rate of knots and bouncing about.

I think the chap driving it, posed for me as I took this picture of him. Haha!

5Fri014Dizzy Dennis returned and was determined to ruin my day. I have to admit it, he won!

I decided to just walk down Mansfield Road and take some photographs, and catch the L9 bus back up to the flats. I felt a little fragile, and the mind started wandering.

WD 0.51.0 Down the hill, and took some photos. With a few Nottinghamian Off-Road Cyclist included.

 

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5Fri018At the bus shelter, the amazing nubilous sky again caught my nephelococcygia’s attention. And once again, afterwards, when I viewed this picture, I could not see what it was that I had read or seen in the sky. I don’t know why I bother!

The bus arrived, and the short, jerky, almost violent side-saddled seat on the bus journey, was survived. Hehe!

WD 0.51.0 I was still not feeling up to scratch, as I walked along Chestnut Way back to Woodthorpe Court. Dizzy Dennis lingered, giving me a few afflictive moments en route.

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The appalling mess they had made of laying the lawn, irked me a bit. But, Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit (No Man is at all hours wise!) came to mind. And I thought of some of the things that I have done over the years! (I flinched and even eschewed at some of them, in embarrassment!)

But things cheered up when Christine caught up with me on the road, and we had a very welcome side-tracking chinwag moaning session and laughs! Bless her ♥. We went up in the elevator together, and I was so glad we did, she was in a gregarious mood, and in those few moments that we spoke and joked, she cheered me up no end!

WD 0.51.0 As I got into the flat, Damned Dizzy Dennis came at me again! I decided to get the nosh sorted first, as at least the dancing and shaking from the right-hand side limbs, was not so active!

As I got the meal on, I wen5Fri20t to put the three-wheeler away in the junk room and found a letter from Nottingham City Homes. Confirmation of Video Door-Entry Installation Date, for the flat. Next Friday.

The changed appointment day and time,  I confirmed on the Google Calendar.

5Fri20aThe meal was one of betterer ones, I think. Franks, chips (fries), garden peas, tomatoes and a mini-cheese and pickle pork pie. I had some caramelised onion pickle with it and milk bread and butter. A lemon mousse to follow.

WD 0.51.0 I had a bottle of spring water with some added orange cordial, and with the tray still nestled on my lap, I drifted off to sleep! Minutes later, I sprang back to life, and as expected, the tray fell off of my knee! Propitiously, I had eaten everything on the plate, apart from some bread. So there was minimal cleaning up to do!

WD 0.51.0 5Fri20cI got the evening medications taken and made a brew. While waiting for the kettle to boil, I popped out on the petrifyingly dangerous, light & view blocking, multi-window that can’t be reached to clean, and the finger chewing metal spring clip opener that needs to be pulled and pushed at the same time to open new balcony.

Once again, I could not resist snapping the clouds up in the sky.

5Fri20bThe magnificence of them did not escape my attention.

Nor did the metal-spring clip closer’s inability to let one close it quietly. I’m afraid it made one hell of a thud when I eventually got the window to close

19:00hrs, I woke with a start, some noise from above for a few seconds. Sounded like someone had dropped something on the floor. I hope it wasn’t himself! I pondered on going up to check on things. But then I heard some scraping and tapping noises, so I knew he was back working and was alright.

WD 0.51.0 I nodded off again, and was woken by I know not what? I had to have a look around, to satisfy myself that all was well. I opened the flat door to listen for any fire alarm, none in progress. I looked out of the window, the kitchen window, that required me to use the step ladder. I could have gone out on the balcony to have a look below, but the finger-mauling metal spring clip opener I deemed as more of a danger to me, that the using the step ladder was. As I was checking around, I had to visit the Porcelain Throne. I say visit, it was more like my moving into the wet room for the night! There I was, on the Throne, the evacuation half-way, and waiting painfully for something to move! I had a go at the crossword book, I’ve never known things to take so long!

WD 0.51.0 When finally the motion was completed, (Ah!) cleaning things, the blood and myself up, I took another Senna and pain killer and got back in the £300, second-hand, rickety, grotty-beige coloured, rusty, rickety, recliner. I fell asleep just as I was thinking that sleep may not come quickly. It did! But only for around four hours. But this was more than of late. Hey-Ho!

Inchcock Today – Thurs 4 July 2019: It was a confusing, but sunny day! Whoopsiedangleplops spoilt it, though!

2019 July 4

2019 June 3

Thursday 4th July 2019

Africaans: Donderdag 4 Julie 2019

WD 0.0.0a 03:10hrs: I woke and released my overweight body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, grungy-beige coloured tatty recliner. Got the stick and had a WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee), in the partly-filled EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). I had to empty and clean the bucket and myself afterwards. Sanitised the bucket, and had to use it again!

WD 0.0.0a Got the health checks, then the medications were done. Made a brew, and got onto the computer to update yesterday’s blog… Oh, dearie me!

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WD 0.0.0a 03:25hrs. Very unfortunately, unwelcome, silly, cataclysmal, detrimental, soul-destroying, pathetic, and typical of old Inchy nowadays. Who, in conjunction with the amazingly unreliable Liberty-Global Virgin Media, and the Peripheral Neuralgia/Axonotmesis ailments, or as the Podiatrists said, too many ‘Issues’, and the photographicaIisationing  handicap: I managed, after hours and hours of work, to lose all the efforts (apart from the first couple of paragraphs) I’d done on this post! Mainly the damned fingers, they were jumping and pressing unknown keys, I got blue messages I did not understand, and the catastrophe ensued! Eventually, I stopped crying and swearing. Then I started again! Grrr! Nash! Sob!

So, I made up the post from the few distant memories I could recall, (not many) a few notes I had made, and the recall-prompting photo’s I’d taken. The dancing fingers, hand, arm and shoulder, may win today. If anything happens like this again, I’ll give up. It’s too soul destroying!

I finished the post update (Eventually, despite and in defiance of the problems I was having) and got it sent off to WordPress. It took me as much time making corrections as original typing, though. Most Aggranoyying!

I got the kettle on, and sat down with the sock-glide, and realised I’d not had done the ablutionising session yet. (I pick up things sometimes, belated, mind) I was going to get up 4Thu001again and spotted a rather intense, not discreet, or subtle, change in the leg-ulcer markings.

It looked like a burn mark maybe, but that is not the case? Unless I had been doing some unknown nocturnal gadding about? I’m pretty sure I had not, but who knows with me, nowadays? Hehe! So I took a photographicalisation of it. It’ll look different tonight or in the morning again. Ever-changing!

4Thu05Up and back to the kitchen, and the view outside, although nowhere near as good as it would have been through the old windows, was marvellous. I tried to take a panoramic shot of the scene, without any luck. I fear that since the Stroke, I just cannot take a panoramic shot at all. Even when I think the fingers are not shaking, the camera does, the instant I try to pan with it. I can get over this with the still shots. I’m trying to train myself to use the left hand, which as you can understand, is not comfortable or sometimes possible, with a right-handed camera. (Grump, moan, complain!) Bottom-Lip-Out-Sulk-Mode engaged!

The shadow of the rising sun from behind was caught reasonably well in the first snap I took. The second one, I tried to get the balconies of the other fine folk’s flats in the frame, as well as the distant view.

3Wed01gI had a nosey at the leaflets that had been delivered from the Residents Association Team.

One about a two-course lunch, Liver & Onion, pudding & custard, £3, Friday 12th July.

The next one, Shopping Trips, one for Leeds – £20 a seat. Another for Grantham, Friday 19th July, £13 a ride.

Then one: Making Music Together, if you play a musical instrument, come along share your music! IIth July 13:00hrs. To be confirmed 8th August & 12 Sept, location to be confirmed.

And a leaflet with details of a helpline for the old & lonely. 24-hour contact number and some features of it.

5Fri003aAnd a letter from Nottingham City Homes, about a visit coming on 10th July, from a company called DCUK – Re: Bathroom Extract Cleaning. To check the airflow at the fan – Remove existing fan cover – clean ducting and install a new fire-rated vent cover.

The old heating cupboard and storage area is to be emptied and made easily accessible, and all items removed from this area. Huh! Have you seen it and the stuff crammed into it?

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WD 0.0.0a Ah, yes, I have to say that the desperately wanted, and much longed-for peace of mind and rest here the old people’s flats, and our growing senile without disturbance or hassle of any kind… is non-existent here!

Made the tea and back to the computer and created a couple of graphics for the Inchcock Today page tops and Thoughts theme.Three wee-wees, all now if the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) variety.

Time to get the ablutions tended to. Then I can catch the 10:30hr L9 bus to Arnold. Oh, I’d better check the Googe calendar first to see if any appointments are down for today… No, all clear. I’ll call in to get some hearing aid batteries at the Arnold Health Centre.

I took three black and a recycling bag out with me to the chute, on the out.

4Thu05aI gathered all the needs, and was off to the wet room, stick in hand. All went well, and I was soon rushing to get out in time to catch the L9. I passed Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana talking to a lady, Good Morning’s were exchanged. At the bus stop, were the two Scottish lads from Winchester Court, and we had a chinwag and set the world to rights at the same time. Hehe!

4Thu06I took a photographicalisation of Winchester Court, with the jet-streak contrails in the sky above. It came out alright, and I was pretty pleased with this left-handed shot.

We were joined at the last moment by a few other tenants from both flats.

It was a fine morning, the only thing that unsettled me a bit, was with me having the troller with me, I had to sit on the side-saddle seats. An uncomfortable and even painful experience, especially with the driver being heavy on the breaks. I offered my cheerios to each of the others who the others got off in Sherwood, one even acknowledged me. Haha!

4Thu07I spent most of the journey, fighting to stay on the seat, struggling to hold on to the three-wheeler, or banging my elbow on the rails.

I found myself to be the only passenger on board after Sherwood. Plenty got on en route mind you.

Once I dropped off in Arnold, it looked and or, reminded me of Skegness or Mablethorpe, in the sunshine and with people wandering aimlessly about. Hehe!

I poddled slowly around, calling in endless shops. Wilko, to get the liquid soapflakes. Chambers meats, but the roast belly pork looked very fatty, so I didn’t invest.

Then to the Boyes store, where I got Dettol, citrus Zoflora, drain unblocker, can opener and some Bamboo socks!

Next to the Saher shop: Deo fab, air spray, olive oil and Colgate foaming toothpaste.

I called in Iceland then and got some Southern Fried chips (fries). Never tried these, they look like they might be tasty.

Finally, to Asda. I came out of there with far too much stuff, and had the devil of a job getting them in the trolley and shoulder bag, and had to buy another bag! I came out of Asda with Cheesy Curls (2 packs of six bags), fresh pod peas, DVDs and a Bag for Life!

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Caught the L9 front High Street, and was soon home. No Winwood residents got on the bus en route. I dropped off, thanked the driver and made my way to Woodthorpe Court at the far end of Chestnut Way.

WD 0.0.0a During the hobble, the strap on the shoulder bag broke! Humph!

WD 0.0.0a The new lawn that was laid about three weeks ago, in front of the being built and finished off Windwood Court and Wardens detention cells, was, well, here are some photos of it… So sad!

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Dearie me, good gracious me, and Pshaw! Worra Mess! I wonder who contracted the firm that made such a hodgepodge job of the new lawn? Nottingham City Homes, or Most likely Willmott Dixon?

4Thu12aGot in the flat, had a WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee), washed, and into the dressing gown. Got the dinner cooking.

Aldi’s Sopocka Slices and tomato sandwiches, gherkins, beetroots, garden peas and the new Southern Fried chips (fries). Which tasted smashing! Garlic in the seasoning I think. The Limoncello dessert was naughty but nice!

A Flavour Rating of 8.8/10! Got the evening medications were taken, a bottle of spring water with orange cordial added from the fridge, and settled down in the exasperating, c1968, Grotty-beige coloured, second-hand recliner to watch a Rumpole of the Bailey episode off of DVD. Fell asleep during the second set of advertisements. Fancy that!

Woke an hour later, had to have a wee-wee, this time of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) variety. Made myself jump! Hahaha!

Back in the recliner, and decided to watch TV… Fell asleep again!

Inchcock Today – Mon 1 July 2019: INR nurse, Sister Jane rang, Computerisationing marathon, but little achieved! (Dancing fingers). Humph!

2019 July 01

2019 July 01

Monday 1st July 2019

Finnish: Maanantai 1 Heinäkuuta 2019

05:00hrs. I sort of sprang awake this morning, originally somewhat antipathetic at the idea of getting out of the £300. c1968, gungy-beige, rickety recliner. I soon realised that a few surprises were in store for me! Firstly, I saw how light and what the time was. Worked out that I’d just had seven hours kip. A rarity nowadays! Recognised the signs from the innards that I needed a wee-wee and to use the Porcelain Throne.

I rose gingerly, but no longer reluctantly from the quaintly antiquated recliner, got the stick and utilised the hardly used EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket). The RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) that followed took some stopping of the flow, well, trickle!

Then off to the wet room, and settled on the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was about as painful as the wee-wee, was, but less so, than of late. Some bleeding took place.

WD 51.0.0b The black spots or papsules under the left little toenail were increasing in size?

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1Mon02The brain slowly began to operate in an imitation, semi-logical mode. (You’ll find this belated thought process activity as you get older, so be prepared, folks!)

WD 51.0.0b Some new bruises had appeared. One on the left arm and one on the lower right arm. Trying to recall what caused them, defeated me. It’s unfathomable; No tumbles or fall had, no bags or knocks as far as I know or can remember.

1Mon03I rinsed the hand washing and hung it to dry.

When I got the medications out, it dawned on me, how few there are to take nowadays.

I’m slowly getting used to this but still have the feeling occasionally, that something is missing. Hehe! I did take another Senna, to soften things up a bit, and try to avoid the bleeding from the rear end evacuations.

1Mon07The sun seemed reluctant to put in an appearance this morning. But it did later on in the day/.

The INR nurse, the beautiful Polish gal, is calling today between 09:00 > 11:00hrs to take my blood sample. A sweet-natured helpful gal. I must remember to give her the Brunswick ham I got for her from Aldi yesterday, and the lemon wafers, to thank her for the assistance she has given me.

I got the computer on and made a start on this blog. Then began to update the Sunday Diary. I must remember to stop at 07:30hrs, to get the ablutions done and ready things for the nurses visit. I remembered too! Shame cause the hands etc. were being very good to me, and I had to stop typing. Oy Vey!

The ablutions went very well this morning. I took my time and was careful. All I got was a little cut shaving. No bleeding from Litte Inchy, the teeth/gums or Haemorrhoid Harold. A slightly puffed-up ‘Vainglory-Mode’ Adopted

WD 51.0.0b Som1Mon06e more papsules, or whatever they are, had come up on the leg and feet. Another Flat 72 Mystery! Haha!

WD 51.0.0b Oh, and yet another mystery, not so rare by any means, but I can only find one of the pair of long Balsa Socks. No, I got that wrong as well, Bamboo Socks! So I donned the shorter pair that I’d bought from Amazon.

Another Porcelain Throne evacuation was needed after I had just got dressed and was walking out of the wet room. Tsk! Back in the shower room again, and found that the Senna was still not being very productive! Humph! Still, the stink left behind was not as putrid as it has been. Haha!

WD 51.0.0b I made a brew of tea and got back on updating this post. And the damned peripheral neuropathy inspired shaking and dancing began in earnest! The shoulder seemed much more affected than usual, the others, fingers, hands, legs and feet were in the normal: Knock-And-Annoy-Inchcock-Mode! The ‘Vainglory-Mode’ of earlier, changed to a sort of ‘Soddit-I’m-pissed-off-Mode! Hehe!

09:25hrs: While waiting for the nurse to arrive, I went on to update the TFZer Facebook photos.

The lady arrived, and we mad a quick chinwag as she took the blood for me. I saw her off and carried on with the TFZing for an hour or two. A long job catching up, but the fingers were easing off.

I should have got some graphics tops done, but the energy faded quickly for some reason. I don’t understand why, after all, I’d got up late for me, and had a decent sleep last night for a change?

1Mon15I checked that I had put the Stroke appointment on the Google Calendar. I’ve to go to:

C-SKR2C Stroke Medicine, and see Dr S K Ragunathan, Outpatient Department, North Corridor. N5. Nottingham City Hospital. On Tuesday, 20th August 2019 at 11:15hrs. They need me to take with me: This letter. All glasses (Spectacles), and hearing aids. A list of all medications and dosages. And an up to date Mobile phone number. And, gave me an email address I must visit: WWW.nuh.nhs.uk/8-steps-to-safety/ Well, I had a look at it. And I got this:

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Ah-well! It’s not unusual, as Tom Jones sang.

I set about getting some fodder sorted. A haddock in batter then added the fish cakes fifteen-minutes later, and another quarter an hour after I put in the sourdough baguette. Hope it turns out alright. I’m fading fast here, so tired and weary. Also puzzled as to why? 1Mon33

Getting the tray and meal served up, I was pleased with how it looked and took a photographicalisation of it.

WD 51.0.0b Picking up the tray to put on the server-trolley, I managed to drop a fish finger and a fish cake, along with the cutlery, when the shakes came on. Saving a lot of it from falling as I caught the tray, I got food all over myself and the floor in the process. Some of it was hot! Tsk! It had got coldish by the time I dished the dropped fodder, and cleaned things and myself up and was ready to eat the meal. A disappointment, I’m sure it would have been close to a record Flavour Rating if it had still hot when I consumed it.

Still, it saved me eating so much. Giggle! A rating of 7.4/10 was given for it. I think I missed a treat here; damned peripheral neurosis! No, I meant neuropathy. Although looking up neurosis in the morning: (abnormality, hang-up, mental derangement, mental instability), I might have been right in the first place! Hehehe!  

I started to watch some TV and was amazed when I lasted over an hour before nodding off. As I woke up, I was not sure if the door chimes had woken me up, that would be something. Or if I had just woken up while th1Mon34e chimes were ringing. Getting up I stubbed the little toe on the left foot, got the stick and hobble to open the door.

WD 51.0.0b Realising too late, that I only had on a pair of socks! It was Josie, bless her.

She can’t grasp the idea of my going to bed early, and getting up early routine, yet. (As indeed, I can’t get used to Josies staying up late and sleeping in late either!) I hid behind the door and opened it just a few inches. Bless her, she had bought some potatoes and a pack of tomatoes for me. I red-facedly thanked her, profusley. Oh dearie me!

As I got back, I got the socks off and dived into the old recliner, but no sleep came. The humiliation of my opening the door almost in the raw bothered me. Then I noticed the legs had gone all warped and looked like they do sometimes when Arthur Itis or Colin Cramps are rampant. But, neither were giving me any bother at the time?

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2Tue03aI found this photo on the card in the morning. And it was a mystery to me. What is was of though? Well, the arm, yes. I don’t think I intended to take this one! After a little studying of the picture, I think the left side is the leg, and right the arm?

If nothing else, the Axonotmesis, and Wee-weeing are giving me some variety in life! Haha! For the next wee-wee was of a far different mode again. It was an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee).

The sweet Morphius inspired sleep still refused to come. Another disturbed sleep and lack of ability to nod-off! I tried the TV, but the brain doggedly resisted sleeping, as it usually would have done? So, I got the book to read. But again, no drooping eyelids, despite my feeling so drained. Peeing me-off this was! I had a go at the crossword book, but a total lack of concentration soon made me give that up. Now getting ridiculously late, I went back to viewing the TV… at last, I drifted off into blessed, heaven-sent sleep! No idea what time it was, but it was well into the morning… However, I managed three hours restful slumber, before waking in urgent need for the Porcelain Throne! Humph!

Neuropathic Mambo – A song by Timothy Price – Brilliant!

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Written to Spite the peripheral neuralgia!

Neuropathic Mambo

By Timothy Price

♫ When the legs go dancing on their own
Electric feelings shock my bones
Arms all flailing, fingers shake and role
Bumping and grinding out a neuropathic mambo ♫

♫ Shaking
Shocking ♫

♫ Neuropathic mambo ♫

♫ Shocking
Shaking ♫

♫ My knees get weak and start a shake
My arms go limp and then they quake
I stub my toe Ouch I’m still alive
Instead of Typing, my fingers do the hand jive ♫

♫ Shocking
Shaking ♫

♫ Neuropathic mambo ♫

♫ Shocking
Shaking ♫

♫ When the legs start dancing on their own
Electric feelings shock my bones
Arms all flailing, fingers shake and role
Bumping and grinding out a neuropathic mambo ♫

♫ Shaking, shocking, bumping out a mambo ♫
♫ Shaking, shocking, bumping out a neuropathic mambo
Shaking, shocking, bumping out a Neuropathic mambo
Shaking, shocking, bumping out a Neuropathic mambo! ♫

 

Here is the link to the song: Neropathetic Mambo

I Thang You.

 

 

Inchcock Today – Wed 5 June 2019: The day slowly got my poor mind, into the depth of confusion. Nowt new there, then! Tsk!

2019 5 June

2019 June 5

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Wednesday 5th June 2019

Welsh: Dydd: Mercher 5ed Mehefin 2019

23:20hrs: I sprang awake, in grave need of a wee-wee. No time to faffle-about or for my aboulomania! I freed myself from the £300 second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige, tatty, beloved, rickey rusty recliner and gained my balance; taking care not to do any more toe stubbing! As I made my way to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket),  the pain from the previously nastily-stubbed toe seemed a lot less, But then, I had not been wearing the Ankle Support, or shoes for over a day?

WD 0.0.0a By the time I’d covered the few feet to get to the bucket and relieve myself of the SNSWW (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-Wee), I had changed my mind about the stubbed-toe-pain. It is 3Wed01astill stinging, now I had been standing and walking on the plates again! Tsk!

I examined the damaged digit, and took a photo of it, using the new Canon camera.

Even the left hand was a bit shaky this morning. Humph! The toe seemed to be getting less swollen, fingers crossed.

3Wed001The pins (legs) appeared to have lost some water retention. They looked considerably less warped and misshaped, too. Also, I think a little less anaemic looking (Or maybe that was the lighting in the front room?).

WD 0.0.0a Some new lumps and papsules were coming through. I couldn’t see any new growths, spots or blotches, though. Good!

On to CorelDraw, to do the political fun and Thoughts graphics for the next two days.

WD 0.0.0a I then got the kettle on for a brew of the Glengettie tea and did the health checks. Sys 166, Dia 88, Pulse (still low I think?) 54, and the temperature was at 35.5°c.

3Wed03Next, I made a brew, then started on updating the Tuesday blog for publication. This was done with reasonable alacrity, thanks to the ring and fingers end temporarily losing their electric-like jumping and dancing every time they come into contact with anything hard, like the keyboard buttons. Nice to do some work without the frustration of this, peripheral neurology ailment. Or, as the medical centre called it, ‘One of your too-many medical issues, you have’ when they refused to tend to my feet and nails, on Monday. That reminds me, if I have not done the calendar wrong again, and Caroline comes today, I must remember to inform her that the doctor told the Age UK lady when she rang the surgery, in an effort to get help for me; She (The Doctor) would either phone me or call on me this afternoon. Surprised me that did, she’s never been to the old house of new flat before? And, of course, there has been no contact made.

The wee-wees were steady enough this morning, only four in three hours.

Around 02:30hrs, I took the medications, forgetting how early it was. Schmuck! Grumph! Twit!

I got the t-shirt washed, wrung and hung to dry while I was doing other things.

3Wed04Then, I went on Facebook to add some photos I’ve not had time to do and catch up on my beloved TFZer Facebooking.

Made another brew, and got ready for the ablutions at 07:00hrs(ish).

Took a shot of the odd-looking windy morning, from the unwanted, light & view-blocking new kitchen windows. And off to the wet room for a wee-wee.

I got on with yesterday’s post’s Pinterest photo adding.

Then, I decided; yes, it has been known for me to make decisions in the past. Usually wrong the ones, mind. But still. Along with my lethologica, this with my famous aboulomania (pathological indecisiveness), is a relatively new hindrance, that has joined the labyrinth of ailments recently. But decide (rightly or wrongly) I did, to get the t-shirt I’d washed earlier wash on the flat-airer, and get the other, brown bath towel washed. Then left it to start drying, and got the ablutions done.

WD 0.0.0a Not one of the best shower sessions, due to the toe being caught a few times. However, the electric-finger-ends seemed less bothersome. And the toe, having put on some socks, was stinging somewhat, wait until I try to put the shoes on! Oy Vey!

WD 0.0.0a The INR Blood nurse called a different one this time. So, I assumed that I made an error (Don’t laugh! Haha!) in putting Caroline down for a visit. Tsk!

I got the shoes on, (Argh! The toe!) dressed, the three-wheeler trolley, and shot out to catch the bus into Arnold.

WD 0.0.0a Getting ready to go my way, I could not find the new camera. Stroke Support worker and cat-walk model, Caroline arrived. So, I had made a cock-up on the calendar. A bit rushed this morning, and she had to move fast. She decided there was nothing she could do for me and cancelled the next visit. The Thursday next visit, which I felt sadly, might be the last one, with Sonia 3Wed05a1(or Sophie) might go ahead, if it does, we will try out the four-wheeled trolley on a bus trip.

No big smile from Caroline when I asked to take her photograph with the three-wheeled trolley, today, on our way to her car.

They are busy gals, doing a marvellous job though. I was fixated with finding the camera, much to Caroline’s annoyance, quite rightly too. I decided as I walked her to her car, to go up to Aldi and get some sourdough bread. But by the time we had reached her vehicle, the right toe was stinging too bad for a walk that far. I said my farewells to Caroline, and returned morosely, slowly, and limpingly to flat.

3Wed05a1aI thought on the walk back; I knew it was inevitable, the ending of the visits, but sadness still overcame me.

In the flats to the foyer, no residents about at all, but there were some unhappy looking floor fitter chappies, working on the cut-through to the new Extra-care units, Windwood Heights, and the new offices for the Nottingham City Homes, catwalk models and Generaloberstesses Wardens.

I felt a tad lost, confused, sad and verklempt for some reason or reasons when I got in the apartment.

3Wed27I worked on some CorelDraw graphic making for a while. But the mind was stewing again, fretting over my actions, choices etc. I soon gave up through lack of concentration and made an early meal.

WD 0.0.0a I think it was a case of comfort eating, but I gulped it all down, and then I ate a bag of Marmite crisps and a few sweeties. Yet I enjoyed it?

Why I felt so down, suddenly was a mystery. Depression, I suppose, but why?

I got washed and down in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch a ‘Frost’ episode on the TV. I fell asleep, which was a surprise to me.

WD 0.0.0a I was woken by the mobile ringing and shaking, which without any hearing aids, also surprised me a bit that I heard it? But by the time I had stirred and grabbed at the mobile, dropped it, retrieved it, and failing twice to get the thing answered as it would work for me, it was too late and whoever it was (number withheld), had rang off, or more likely this stupid phone had sent them through to the message thingy.

Mega-fed-up now. It might have been the doctor about the feet or legs? I feel that my mind insisted of it own accord, that I fall asleep again. Mercifully, removing some worrying anguish and self-pitying thoughts that were gathering in my bonce at the time.

I remember reading about Mental Dysmorphic Disorder a long time ago. I might look it up tomorrow, or not.

Sorry, I suddenly feel so low, can ‘t help it this time.

Cheers.

Inchcock Today – Thursday 16th May 2019: Caroline, Sonia, Jemma, Muhsina and Inchcock gathering in the flat – Yee-Ha!

May 16

2019 May 16

Thursday 16th May 2019

Chichewa: Lachinayi pa 16 May 2019

WD0.51.102 03:25hrs. After a night of oh, so many WPSWWs (Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wees), that together would not have filled a small cup. Naturally, I was still tired. I woke in need of another visit to the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket (And peed-off, Hehehe!), out of the £300 second-hand, c1968, grotty-beige rickety recliner, and to the bucket. I reckon I passed enough this time, to wet a cotton wool bud, but not saturate it! I must tell the nurse about this ongoing problem.

WD0.51.102 Then as I was getting myself balanced and sorted, a call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and with some urgency about it for once. Unhesitatingly, and with high hopes, I grabbed the stick to facilitate a quicker journey time, and shot (Well, that may be a little overdoing it), to the wet room. Where to my surprise, a motion was passed at last! Painful and not a lot, but more than for days now. A multi-coloured offering; that left a frowsy, mephitic aroma, that I hope will hold no pheromonic content. Haha!

I wish there were a kind of panchymagogue available over the counter, I might have tried some. Hehehe! 

I sorted the morning medications and had a search again, for the thermometer. (I found the box days ago), but the machine needed finding. To my own amazement, I found it in a 4Thu02drawer I must have searched in several times this week. What a putz! 35.4° Low, was the reading.

I got some Gungo beans marinating in, tomato puree, black bean sauce, mustard, demerara sugar, and balsamic vinegar. 

I got on the computer and updated the Wednesday post.

I believe that my blog, is a way for me to desarcinate my problems, and write in such a way, humorously; that it may encourage readers to have a laugh at my antics and Whoopsiedangleplops. And I get the satisfaction in return when it does. I don’t know why I said that! Hehe!

I got the post finalised and sent off, at last.

Then, I set about sorting the old hearing aids, cleaning, getting rid of the wax, and drying them and refitting. During which, the Carer arrived. New chap again, name of Chris, decent sort of chap. He got the hang of the Ankle-Support with the help of the larger photo I’d put on the computer, no bother.

After he had gone, the Axonotmesis ridden right leg went into one of its ‘Shaking Shaun’ Modes. Honestly, if anyone had seen it belting away on its own accord, they would have thought it was a comedy sketch! Hahaha!  

WD0.51.102 Several more unnecessary trips to the WC, well for what came out, every WPSWW was nothing more than Inchcock giving out ‘Oohs and Arghs, as he lunged over the raised toilet, knowing he should have used the EGPWWB really, cause the few seconds of splashed needed cleaning up every time. Most vagarius! Humph!

4Thu001I started this blog going and made a Thoughts and a page top Brexit graphic. While listening to the noises from up above. Scratch, tap-tap bang!

Around 09:00hrs, I checked the calendar to confirm today’s appointments.

Afternoon sessions that are going to guarantee sleeplessness for me. But you never know nowadays.

I gathered the raffle prizes and nibbles in the walker-trolley, ready for the Social Hour at 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 the much-used emergency Toilet.

4Thu03aTook the nine black bags to the waste chute and set off down and out to the Social Hour. A long time since I’ve been to one, looking forward to it.

The legs and ankle felt reasonable this morning, as I plodded along Chestnut Way with my Three-Wheeled-Walker.

There were very few people about, and I did 4Thu04not see a single worker on site. Might be there tea-break time.

I limped along at what I thought was a fast pace, and was overtaken by a lady with her Three-Wheeled Walker. Left me standing she did! Haha!

I got a decent welcome when I entered the hut. I put the raffle prizes on the trolley, and Cyndy handed around the nibbles for me, Bless her! ♥

WD0.51.102 I spoke with Big Brian, getting the conversation going, and I sensed that I needed a wee-wee. By the time I had stood up, it was too late… I had an accident and the fluid escaped of its own accord! The embarrassment crescendoed, and I had to leave for fear of any smells that may humiliatingly show themselves. Thank heavens that I had the Protection Pants on, at least. Another Social Meeting ruined for me! This Stroke is making life so hard, wearying, worrying, debilitating, fatiguing, daunting, and stressful. Still, I’m still here. Na-na-na-nan nana! Hahaha!

I beat a quiet as a possible retreat, back to the flat and the wet room to freshen and clean things up. The shame helped me move faster, I think.

It may be all that time with the catheter on in Hospital that is part of the reason. I recall they were about to take it off so the body could get used to handling thins itself when  I found I had an allergy to one of the new medicines. That took a few days to sort out, by then, they needed the bed and moved me to the Residential Home at the Acorn, no, Oaks. So not much time for the bladder to get working again. I’ve not had a proper wee in eleven weeks!

4Thu05I did stop a minute to take a shot of Woodthorpe Court, though. Snapped it so quickly, I was surprised how well it came out.

As I got to the flat door, I pressed Josie’s doorbells, but no answer. I got inside and put the trolley in the spare room, and then to the wet room and washed my crassulent body, and put new fresh PPs on. I felt a little better but still self-conscious and aware of my Whoopsiedangleplop, and a little guilt-ridden.

My doorbell chimes rang out with Dusty Springfield’s “I only want to be with you” tune. It was Josie, she was in the shower when I rang. I asked if she would like some Cheesy Potatoes this Saturday, and she seemed agreeable to that. I get pleasure out of cooking for someone, it’s been donkey’s years since I have before. The conversation was not easy. Josie’s hearing worse than mine, and with my current hearing aids awaiting having new moulds fitted, and the old ones I was wearing seemingly gone to pot, it was, to say the least, an entertaining gossip. Hahaha! Cheered me, all the same.

4Thu06I stirred the Gungo beans again and got the computer on to update this post.

Went to make a brew, and took these pictures in the sunshine, through the unwanted, multi-paned, light & view blocking, this framed new kitchen windows.Bootiful!

The camera battery-light flashed. So, I put it on to recharge.

I used the new Panasonic to take this photo.

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I’ve got three medical staff coming to see me at the same time later today. That should be fun trying to hear what they say! What next can go wrong? I’ll take that question back. Please, I don’t want to know. Oy Vey!

Did some TFZer Facebooking and went on the WordPress Reader.

In the space of ten minutes, I had Nurse Jemma and a student nurse Muhsina, and Caroline and Sonia in the flat. Pandemonium reigned. Cause of having no hearing aids, things got a little confusing for me. Hehe! 

WD0.51.102 After some initial sorting out, pandemonium, brouhaha, hurly-burlyness ensued. And it was good! Nurse Jemma and Muhsina were left in the flat, for her to try and sort out the medications for me. Caroline, Sonia and I went outside, to try out the four-wheeled-walker they had brought for me to try out. It is naturally more significant, but so much safer! Bless em! ♥ Plenty of comments from the gals as we passed by in the lobby. Haha! I took the camera with us, but I forgot all about it. Humph!

When we got back, Jemma had done an excellent job and took me through the current medications. She had called the doctors and the chemists for me. And arranged for someone from, ‘Medical Compliance Service’ to call and see me on Monday, about blister packs that she had also organised, and the new medications.

Caroline and Sonia, gave dates for their next visits, and we spoke of so much safety methods, antics, etc. and much more that I just cannot remember. The pair left, with me a more contented person for their visit.

Jemma went through the medications as were in the drawer. Told me not to use the Gee-up pills or magnesium at all again. Taking my pulse took about eight attempts and two machines.  I joked that I must be dead! Hahaha! Jemma, aware of my wee-wee problems, got me supplied with some urine in a sample bottle and she checked it against the listing. Seems I have a urine infection and need some antibiotics. Which she had already informed the doctors and arranged for a prescription to be sent to the chemist – then offered to fetch and return to the flat with them! Off she went, leaving me a pleased and happier person.

I got the beans stirred and on a low heat. And the oven warming. Updated this blog, again.

WD0.51.102 Jemma returned, with April’s prescriptions! She explained they had been forgotten about by Doctor, and the Chemist! She reminded me that the Antibiotic course could turn the urine green or brown, but this is to be expected and of no concern. The tablets are to be taken four times a day, with food, to avoid sleepiness and something else, I forgot what it was. They are named Nitrofurantoin.

She went through the bag and found several more medications that are no longer to be taken. I must take these to a chemist for destroying, or could give them to the ‘Medical Compliance Service’ man or woman, on Monday or Tuesday.

With helpers like Caroline, Sonia, Jemma, and Muhsina, the Stroke was almost worth it!

I was well shattered when they had all left, but in good spirits that someone really cares.

Updating this blog, and Nottingham City Homes Housing Patch Manager and Belly-Dancer Angela rang me. She had read the Inchcock Today and informed me I could use the shower any morning at 0700hrs. That was kind of her. ♥ I thanked her for her concern and kindness.

Got the nosh prepared and served up. Taking the medications, starting the antibiotics at the same time. I looked it up: Nitrofurantoin is an antibacterial drug used to treat urinary tract and bladder infections caused by Escherichia coli or Staphyloccocus saprophyticus strains of bacteria that are sensitive to this drug. By gum, that makes me sound clever, 4Thu07Hehe!

I did take a photo of the meal, but I had left the SD card in the computer. Gnash! I found out when I took this picture later. I had actually eaten all of the food! First time in ages. Must have been the attention of the ladies that perked me up! Certainly brought my appetite back! Hahaha!

And getting to sleep was no problem either… ZZZ!

Inchcock Today – Friday 26th April 2019 The Oaks Residential Care Home

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2019 April 11

Friday 26th April 2019
The Oaks Residential Care Home

Maltese: Il-Ġimgħa 26 ta ‘April 2019

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05:00hrs. Up, shave, shower and bloodied shave (Still no aftershave from Pete), Hehe!, readied the ankle support. Toast brought to the room. 

Checked the notes, but they were getting less logical and readable as time goes by. Tsk!

Ankle strap fitted by the carer. Then I watched some crap early morning TV until it was time for going down for brekkers. I was told to go back up by carer for the nosh this morning, so I did so. In the social room with three other tenants, and the tension was noticeable, but I knew not why. Corn Flakes, no toast today, staff meeting I assumed to be the reason. Much unreadable stuff for half a page here?

Back to my room and spent more time watching mind-bogglingly banal TV. Did do some Physio exercises though. Tablets and blood test carried out.

I got told off by the carer for going out without my support strap on the foot. But no one came to put it on, so she did it for me, I fank you!

Warfarin nurse arrived to take some blood for the test. Jane rang a much clearer line this time. Can’t read about what was said though, m writing deteriorated again on the pad.

Nosh upstairs again in the room. Beef pastie and veg with mash. Tasty!

Confusing, Well it is now, again I cannot read my notes message from the Surgery. A complete loss as to what was said or by whom.

It suddenly dawned on me that the stroke might have affected my already dodgy hearing? Must remember to ask when I eventually get to speak with the Doctor again, I remember her name, but her face escapes me?

I met a manager or carer and told him about the foot support not being fitted. He lost interest and wanded off.

Boss returned later with the medications.

Much missing detail for today, just unreadable notes, sorry.

Inchcock Today – Sat 30 Mar 2019: Repeated Porcelain Throne visits – all day long. Tsk!

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2019 Mar 30

Saturday 30th March 2019

שבת 30 מערץ 2019Yiddish

01:15hrs. I woke with the occasion implosion – followed an explosion, from within the catacombs of my innards. “Ah, I thought, at last, a possible successful evacuation is building up. I felt quite smug at my ploy of having the chilli meal last night, in support of the many failed Senna tablets! I slowly began to move the joints and limbs of my overly-stomach-burdened body. Anny Gyna, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Hernia Henry, Kidneys Kevin and so on; all seemed in a good mood with me!

A cracking rumble from the innards, encourage me to evacuate the rickety, now working again £300, ci 1968 second-hand recliner with all the haste I could muster! Off to the wet room, and onto the Porcelain Throne.

2016-06-14 11.28.23WD 0.100.255 Porcelain Throne Acitivites: *(Things are told on the following sections, just how they were. If you are disinclined to read of such activities, please move down to the photo of the sphygmomanometer, thank you).

Things began to move, as soon as I sat down. But, so slowly and painfully. I’ve often referred to such evacuation contents as torpedo-like in the past. This morning’s agony-ridden description would be Submarine-like! How my five-foot long canal from the end of the small intestines to my rear-end evacuation point the last part of the digestive system stayed undamaged amazed me. How it was not torn-open, and how such a mass of that size got through my tubes, I just don’t know!

After I had recovered from the shock and suffering, another thing puzzled me; How the heck did the plumbing manage to get all that down to the sewers?  The best part of the whole episode was that I did not see a single speck of blood anywhere during or after the procedure. I was a bit nervous after cleaning up and going to make a mug of tea, as I found that wind was escaping of its own accord, for several minutes. I assumed this was my innards, either celebrating getting rid of or preparing for the next dollop brewing up. Hehehe! 

6Sat02* Got the Health Checks done.

Sys 138, Dia 68, Pulse 86 and Temperature 34.5°, all looking good methinks.

I got the computer on and started on this blog creation. Made up the days Thought Graphic, and had a DTAAD (Dribble-tinkle-and-all-done) wee-wee. With sharp involuntary bursts of what sounded like a two-stroke engine from the rear-end, bursting forth, and painful they all were too!

I got far as here on this page and realised I had not updated yesterday’s blog yet, let alone sent it off. So, I got in with doing that. Klutz!

WD 0.100.255 *(Things are told in the following paragraph, just how they were. If you are hesitant to read of such activities, please move down to the next section, thank you). This did not last long, for another Porcelain Throne visit was demanded! This evacuation was nowhere near as painful as the first one, thank heavens. But it did start Harold’s Haemorrhoids bleeding and stinging badly. The volume was much less but messier.  It took an inordinately long time to clean up afterwards.

04:15hrs, I finally got the Friday blog finished and sent off to WordPress. Phew! 

WD 0.100.255 Things were beginning to get active still. The unstoppable aromaless ‘phut-phut-eeck’ winds were escaping with worrying regularity. The innards are now contumacious and bubbling. They are really going to work on giving me some discomfort! I don’t want to sound like an alter-cocker, but several areas of my insides, seem to become more active and harmful, at the same time? And the wee-wees are starting again, albeit they are of the DTAAD (Dribble-tinkle-and-all-done) style wee-wee.

2016-06-14 11.28.23I suppose I should have expected some discomfort, pains, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops like this to arrive this morning. After over 44hrs without a Porcelain Visit. The fun and pleasure of Sister Jane and Pete visiting me yesterday, and the good night’s sleep. With my luck and record, it is no surprise to me that with my terrible ill-fated fortuity, there is always the expectancy of a cataclysm, calamity, affliction, catastrophe and or disaster around the corner to suffer. No doubt, they were divined and retributed for me by the Greek Goddess of lousy luck, Tyche, bless her. In repayment of my recent bit of good luck, (For one-and-a-half hours yesterday; Jane & Pete’s visit) and as a lesson for me not to get expectant or hopeful of anything nice, prosperousness or pleasant happening to me, really. ‘Self-Pity and Sorry-for-Myself mode engaged. Hehehe!

6Sat03I went to make a brew of tea, and to take the belated medications that I forgot to eat earlier. (Twit!) I had an extra Omeprazole and Ramipril, to try and calm down the innards and Duodenal Donald who’d started to kick-off as well! Fed-Up Mode increased to Defcon 3, Haha!

I took a photograph from the unwanted, impossible to access to clean, hard to open and close, light & view-blocking new windows. I took this in response to my hearing that whining noise again. I thought I might see something outside that might have been the source of the humming sound. But no.

I got back doing this post. The winds still involuntarily coming from the rear, got more frequent, until minutes after I had to visit the Porcelain Throne for the third time!

WD 0.100.255 I far easier passage this time, although it left me feeling more sorer in the rear quarters. And, Harolds Haemorrhoids did not bleed. So that was good.

I went on the WordPress reader page. Then onto Facebook.

6Sat01 I stopped and bravely, I thought, had a bash at trying to cut the worst of my toenails.

No wonder I thought I was having difficulties in keeping my balance. I discovered that the left leg was more fluid-filled and puffy than the right one! Hehehe!

WD 0.100.255 I only managed to cut the two big nails. It was physically impossible for me to do any more, because of the pain. Hey-ho!

I decided it was time for some breakfast. Cornflakes. Had another DTAAD wee-wee.

WD 0.100.255 Utter fatigue came over me, I tried to sort some cupboards out in the kitchen to try and pull myself out of the sudden mental and physical collapse. I did well for half-an-hour, or so, then Anne Gyna kicked off, and I stopped. Sat down and put on a Dr Who DVD, nodded off for a few minutes, and woke up in need of yet another Porcelain Throne visit! These trips are leaving me very sore in certain areas now! Humph! Where it was all coming from, remains a mystery, but it had changed to the messy variety now, and cleaning up afterwards at least helped concentrate the vagueness and disinterest of the mind.

6Sat26aWhile I was up, I got the dinner sorted out. I deliberately made a small portioned one. Sicilian tomatoes, Melton pork pie and a handful of chips, a few slices of the Milk Roll loaf, and a small pot of lemon yoghourt.

I ate it all, but it took a while, as for some reason I was finding it hard to swallow. So I made sure I masticated the food as well as I could with my shortage of teeth. Hehe! I still enjoyed it, though, a flavour rating of 8.2/10 was granted.

A check on the state of the pins (legs), revealed knobbly shins and some new speckly-spots and blood papsules on the anaemic looking limbs. Hey-ho!

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WD 0.100.255 Fell asleep for a while, and was woken with Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna both going at it, creating discomfort for me. I took a few good swigs of the inefficient, ineffective, inefficacious, inadequate, feeble prescription medicine, to try and calm thing down inside, along with the usual medications.

As I was settling back down in the £300, second-hand ci1968 recliner, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Cleaned up afterwards again, and returned to the recliner with a stingy, sore tender rear-end! I put some Germolene on specific areas.

I got things in as comfortable a position as was possible, to alleviate the haemorrhoid pains, and had to get up again for another DTAAD wee-wee!

I think I watched some more of the DVD in between many dropping-off to sleep periods, varying from a minute to ten or so.

A very concerned and truly wee’d off Nottingham pensioner finally drifted into a demented dream-filled kip! Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Sun 24 Mar 2019: Fears, panic-attacks, Dizzy Dennis and computer problems. Followed by the realisation that I am completely Farmisht!

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2019 Mar 24

Sunday 24th March 2019

Esperanto: Dimanĉon 24 Marton 2019

00:00hrs. I woke spot on midnight. No time for the usual morning mind medley, melee and maze today; I was out of the second-hand ci1968 recliner like a seventy-six-year-old and limping to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) in minutes! This expulsion was of the LSPWW (Long sharp Painful Wee-wee) mode. Then, I had a summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrive. To which I responded with promptness. Just as well I did because it was a close call, but I made it just in time. The mind meandered off a little as I was typing this: ♫Just in time, I found you just in time, Before you came, my time was running low, I was lost, the losing dice were tossed, My bridges all were crossed, nowhere to go, etc.♫

WD 200.0.0 The long evacuation went well; I read some of the Victoria Wood biography. But I clouted my head on the corner of the cabinet as I bent down to retrieve the book I’d dropped! Huh!

Did the Health Checks and took the medications, then made a brew. Off on another Porcelain Throne visit. All okay!

WD 200.0.0 And started to update the Saturday blog…

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This was just the start of my computer-internet problems! A Firefox update came in, so I downloaded it. Finished the blog and went to email the link to it.

WD 200.0.0 I could not access my email account, getting this message.

7Sun02.jpgShit! I panicked a bit, no, a lot. After turning off and on a few times, it was apparent that it was not due to the Virgin going slow? Cannot be repaired! I tried on Google, but the link on there had lost all the contacts, and it was for my other old email account anyway, still no access to the current Email!

I tried WordPress on Google, that was also an old one out of date that had not been updated. The panic grew, now joined by anger and frustration!

After much angst and effort, I found I could open the Google Email, and change log-in and get to my Emails, but I had to use Chrome. Hurrah, I thought!

7Sun03WD 200.0.0 Then I went to send the link and some photographs to the Pinterest site. Oh, no! I got this screen up, no access to this either on Firefox! Sodding updates!

I tried on Google, I just got a blank screen on there!

Is this problem through Virgin or the Firefox update? Really pissed-off now!

WD 200.0.0 And the Grammarly is not working well at all. Grr!

Might it be a combination of the update and internet, the lights on the Virgin box are still doing a fair bit of flashing on and off?

WD 200.0.0 In a foul mood as well, I started to create this post. I’d not got far when I thought I’d turn everything off and start over again. Naturally having not the foggiest idea if it would work or not, and aware that I just might lose everything… I tried it!

7Sun07Oh, dearie me, I do feel a clot!

I found out that I had downloaded two of the new copies of Firefox! A new one and the old one that has been updated, I think? Phew!

The relief! I soon myself quietly belting out Dean’s ♫  That’s Amore! ♫, as the Email and Pinterest were all working again!

The wee-weeing continue, each one of the LSPWW style. But, having just sorted out the computer, at last, I was in a good mood, and they did not bother me in the slightest!

7Sun10After another Porcelain Throne visitation.

I put this third visit down to the chilli and black beans last night, but they tasted so good, and with me still on a high from getting the computer problems sorted all on my own (Smug Mode Adopted!), I was unconcerned about how and where all the evacuation material was coming from. Haha!

7Sun07aWith all the hassle and palaver with things this morning, I hadn’t really noticed, or maybe they had just started, but the legs were extremely itchy around the Arthur Itis kees and shins. They felt like something was crawling under the skin?

And, they looked just the opposite of how they did yesterday. Nothing new with this I understand that, but the change in appearance was rather acute. The mangleisation and warpedness had returned to the patellas again? In a way, I was pleased to see they had a bit more colour, but not so keen on it being yellow!

TabsieXThe landline light flashed. It was Sister Jane a calling. She’s doing her best to catch me up on medical appointments I think. At last, she is close to seeing someone about her mangled foot and big toe! Poor gal sounds a bit wary of not having an anaesthetic for the job, she is worried methinks. I hope all goes well for her, and she can get rid of her warpedness. Hehehe! I hope this photo of long lost and much missed Tabsie can cheer her up.

7Sun11I got a very early nosh sorted out.

Polish Sil sausages, buttered baguettes with sliced tomatoes, a few chips, and an old fashioned pot of custard & jelly. And the medications.

No sooner eaten, and I was off for yet another wee-wee and Porcelain Throne (I’ve lost count of them now) session. If this keeps up, surely I’ll have nothing left to come out? Hehehe! I washed and thought about getting a shave, but decided I was now too tired to bother. I’ll have to get it done in the morning.

7Sun11aInto the kitchen, and almost cried when I saw how damaged and sad the poor tree copse looked. The wind damage had felled some trees, and many branches were hanging off of the trunks.

I got settled down onto the £300 second-hand, old ci1968 rickety recliner, but the mind was not settled. The past, the future, such as it looks, ailments, wee-wees, Throne demands, the axonotmesis, the ever-changing pins (legs), Sister Jane’s foot and toe, Brexit and hpw much longer will earth last before we destroy it, all passed through the brain box.

Then Dizzy Dennis paid me an unexpected visit, only a short few second-attack. Succeeded by another wee-wee demand.

Been an odd sort of day!

TTFNski each.

 

 

Inchcock Today – Wed 6 Mar 2019: Guilt, failures, let-downs and Accifauxpa.

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2019 Mar 06

Wednesday 6th March 2019

Icelandic: Miðvikudagur 6. mars 2019

WD153.51.0 22:10hrs. I woke, and as soon as I moved, just about everything on my abdominously overweight body seemed to either hurt or ache! The back, stomach, arms, legs, feet; especially the left sole, and neck. Not to mention Haemorrhoid Harold, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Back-Pain Brenda, and Kidney-Ache Kevin all kicking off when I tried to get up!

I limped to the wet room for a wee-wee. As I hobbled along, I could feel that dreaded wet/warm sensation from Little Inchies department. The wee-wee was again of the LDOPWW (Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee) type. I did the necessary cleansing, and medicationalisationing needed, releasing the odd Ooh and flinching. Hehehe! Don’t know I laughed there!

2Tue06WD153.51.0 The legs had begun to swell and fill up with fluid. Some new odd spots and blotches had appeared. A few spider-veins seem to have disappeared, and overall, the legs felt far more cumbersome and heavy than of late. Still, it keeps me interested.

I washed-up and as I was going out through the door, I had to backtrack to use the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was more natural and less messy this time. I washed the hands again, and off to the kitchen.

2Tue04WD153.51.0 The site that greeted me depressed me. All that time doing the cupboards (Well, one of the nine that need doing, not to mention the 16 drawers to do yet), got to me for a moment when I realised how much still needed doing

Depression dawned! All that effort and pain I went through yesterday, and it still looks worse than when I started the job! Grumph!

Part of my trouble is that I cannot keep going like I used to, and before long after starting, there is always one or more of the ailments to give me grief.

Today, when I get around to doing the first of the bottom floor level cupboards, this will be the greatest challenge for me. Getting short of breath with the bending down and getting up, that damned nasty step-ladder… Oh, stop moaning Inchcock, just gerron wiv it!

Not yet though, it’s far to early to make any noise and disturb my neighbours. Yesterday’s new found spirit and determination to get the Spring Cleaning done, was not as strong today. Humph! 

I got the sphygmomanometer out and got the Health Checks done.

2Tue08

2Tue07Ah, these first readings are looking better than the previous two days. The temperature is tumbling down nicely.

I took the medications with some spring water, then made a brew, and off to the computer.

As I sat myself down in the swivel chair, the need for yet another Porcelain Throne session became obvious and urgently so.

Off to the wet room with alacrity. An excellent session, during which I got a chapter of the Victoria Wood biography read. Washed the dandies yet again, and to the kitchen to make another brew.

I set about and stuck with updating the Tuesday blog with diligence. Got it finished and posted off to WordPress.

I thought I heard a chugging noise, assuming it was coming from outside, I opened the unwanted new light and view-blocking window, positioned and climbed the step-ladder, 2Tue05to look down over the ledge to investigate.

I took this snap downwards. It revealed nothing untoward that might have been making the chugging noise. Only that it had been raining outside.

This made me realise that I had not had a vicambulate out for a while. I blame my heroic, brave but unquestionably imbecilic determination to use my preciously limited time left to me, to get the Spring Cleaning done, for this situation!

WD153.51.02Tue03 On returning to the computer, I spotted the missing second-hand £2 wristwatch underneath the sideboard on which the Bang Olufsen stands!

Amazing! This is the second place I had looked for the timepiece when I first misplaced it. I am sure it was not there then! I recall getting down on my weak knees to search, and struggling to get back up?

As Tim Price from New Mexico said: “I believe the various goings on in your flat leave little doubt about whether or not aliens, ghosts, goblins, pixies, fairies, spirits, angels, demons and other paranormal phenomena that traipse along through multiple dimensions, and fall into your flat through the tear in the fabric of the space/time continuum, and continually torment you until they can find their way out, exist!” I reckon he was spot on with that comment! Hehehe!

I  worked on CorelDraw to do a couple of Thoughts graphics in advance. I got carried away and spent far too long at this. Partly due to the fact that I was enjoying doing it… but I suspect that my reluctance to get stuck into the task of sorting out the kitchen again, just might have played a part. Ahem! My EQ tells me I am in for Accifauxpa – but foolishly I ignored the warning, and paid for it later.

Went for a wee-wee, and it was a rather nasty LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) one! If they are to start this mode again, and me not taking any Furesomide, and with the legs swelling still up this morning, I’m nervous about starting on the tablets again. But, common sense tells me I ought to (See how commonsensical I can occasionally be, Haha!)

So, I made a brew, got the brekkers porridge and took a Furesomide. Fingers crossed!

The internet stuttered and started and was very slow when it did work. It didn’t last too long, but it is still annoying.

7Sun07

I made up some more Thoughts graphics and odes and got carried away again.

Did the Health Checks and medications were taken.

The guilt of the kitchen-mess, (And fear of Sister Jane’s telling me off for not cleaning-up) forced me to rise and tackle it once again.

WD153.51.0 I managed to muster up the will-power and got into the kitchen. The task for today to sort out under the sink and the cupboard next to it with all the cleaning stuff in it.

I got down on my knees and began to remove the multitude of fresh air-sprays, fly-killer, washing-up liquids, disinfectants, polishes etc. out onto the floor to allow me to clean the inside shelves and so on.

Then I clouted my head on the edge of the framework as I dipped in once more to grab the stuff. I went down on my bum and hit the elbow against the floor as I landed. I lay there a few minutes, wondering if I should press the Alert Alarm Wristlet button.

This was not good! Tsk! I’m glad I didn’t push the alarm now, cause I was alright, apart from a cracking headache and temporary smidge of dizziness. It was only a scratch on the bonce.

2018-8-01cTo the wet room and put a bit of Germolene cream on the head. Took the photo on the left, which also shows how pale I went at the time. Talk about ghostly! Hehehe!

I then did the evening Health Checks very early, in case I forgot later. Taking an extra Codeine phosphate to counter the headache that was getting stronger, now.

2Tue24Got the nosh sorted. Lamb hotpot with a little extra minced lamb and gravy, a sourdough baguette to soak up the juices.

I didn’t really enjoy the food, but still ate it all up.

 I took the pots to the kitchen and put them in the sink to soak, along with the oven dish, saucepan and things from the cooking stage. One look the damned mess in the kitchen, which soured my enthusiasm and Guilt-Mode was adopted.

A wash and into the £300 second-hand ci 1968 rickety recliner I went. Put on the TV. Watched a complete film all the way through with only one five-minute nodding-off in the middle. The next two hours were shared with a wee-wee, TV, nodding-odd, a wee-wee, TV, nodding-off…

At the last waking up, I had the horrible idea that I had left the tap running in the sink! I just had to dismount the recliner, regain my balance and go to check things were okay in the bomb-site of a kitchen. They were. No taps left on, the oven was turned off, windows shut… but I still had this aggravating nagging doubt that something was not right. So, I nipped into the wet room. All okay in there too, no heater on, no faucets left on, the shower turned off. I returned to the recliner, no sooner had I sat down, I was up again, checking if I had left the door unlocked. I hadn’t.

Back into the recliner, had a drink of spring water and was off, at last, to sleep in minutes! Zzz!