A Little Chunter from Inchcock. In bad, nae, terrible rhyme!

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A Little Chunter from Inchcock

In bad, nae, terrible rhyme!

It’s the day of the criminal, there is no more law,

Empathy, understanding have become just folklore,

I don’t see Police officers in Nottingham, anymore,

 Pavement Cyclists, beggars and shoplifters galore,

Street sleepers, who survive with skills of a detrivore,

Druggies, alcoholics, muggers, both old and mature,

While families dine, smoke cigars and drink their liquor,

All the time, making the poor, feel even sicker!

Disabled with Fit for Work Assessments, have to fight and bicker,

A blind chap got told he can work on a cherry-picker!

Jobseekers told to do psychometric tests, Glory Be!

But if you’re lucky, you’ll live to retire just like me,

But it isn’t what you thought, no rest and freedom, see,

Heart attack, Duodenal Ulcer, and I live on the twelfth-floor,

Peripheral Neuralgia, then a stroke and Arthritis, core!

What next I thought, and the lock broke on the door,

It was mended within three weeks, no need to be sore,

My hot water system went down, so I called help once more,

After nine days of being lied to, ‘We are coming today for sure,

Staying in and awake eight-until-ten, no chance of a bedsore!

But they mended it! It leaked, my clothes wet, the water did pour!

I slipped on the liquid, ending up injured on the floor,

Luckily, the stroke nurse called, so help came to the fore,

Depression and self-hating I began to explore,

I complained at the lack of help, this just caused a furore!

Now the haemorrhoids have returned, bloody and sore!

 

I fank You!

Inchcock – Friday 27th September 2019: A betterer day, today, all around!

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2019 Sept 27

Friday 27th September 2019

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 27ain Medi 2019

5Fri02

02:15hrs: I woke up, still feeling sleepy, but the need for the Porcelain Throne, forced me to rise, hobble, wobble, and with Arthur Itis allowing me some considerable pain in the knees, I visited the wet room. Got settled and the crossword book and pen handly placed, but not needed. The evacuation was messy but swift, and lengthy. No blood or pain, a decent start to the day!

That out of the way, I made for the kitchen, took the medications, made a brew, and went to get the computer on. The humming, droning noise was still with us. Humph! I don’t know how any tenants with decent hearing go on with it, must drive them mad! Poor things. There was still much wind in the innards, bubbling and brewing, the occasional involuntary burst of escaping wind was suffered.

WDPright04WD 128.0.128N I’d forgot to take the mug with me, and by the time I’d remembered and gone to fetch it from the kitchen, it was well-cold. So I made another. While doing so, one of the most fantastic bits of timing caused me to burst out loud with laughter! I’ll try to explain, but you had to be there to fully appreciate how hilarious it was. I’d just put the open packet of Assam tea bags down on top of the Yorkshire tea bag box, and the walking stick slipped off of the counter edge I’d left it leaning on… I bent down to retrieve it, and possibly the loudest most vicious escape of wind I’ve ever had came bursting forth… at that very second, the Assam tea bag box fell to the floor! Hehehe! It really looked like the power of the fluffer-doodle had caused it to move! Even struggling to pick-up the tea bags, and I was still smiling at what had just happened! A Whoopsiedangleplop, but one of the most entertaining type!

4Thu17I got on with the updating of the Thursday post. It took me seemingly an eternity to get finished, with all the photographs and incidents of the day to doctor, sort and record. But the right hand, finger and leg were all behaving in a civilised manner. I found this picture on the right in the SD card. A mystery to me is why I took it in the first place. It might have been an accidental shaking-hand shot? Mmm!

The shoulder was jerking and dancing away for hours on the trot, in fact later, when it stopped jumping about, it felt sore! But this, I can cope with comfortably enough. Depends on the frame of mind I’m in at the time, I think.

WDPrightWD 128.0.128N The ablutionising went well, again, dropsies-wise. Only the odd one here and there. The only incident worth mentioning was the dreaded, feared, injury-causing Sock-Glide battle; which was made so much worse by my decision to wear the extra-long bamboo socks today. It’s possible that this daily-battle with the footwear putting-on, took longer than wee-weeing, teeth cleaning, shaving, showering, drying-off, and cleaning the wet room did all together! Hehe!

5Fri007cI assembled the needs of the day, took the waste bags to the chute, and called at Jenny’s with the nibbles. It was a little early, so I left them outside Jen and Franks door in a carrier.

As I got down the lift and along the link-corridor to Winwood Court, the drizzle stopped altogether, and the sunshine came through, to help cheer me up. I called in the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Holding-Cell and Office and produced the nibble-bag.

Then as Mary arrived, I joined her, and we went outside to the bus stop. There was much ribaldry, moaning, complaining, laughter, indecorousness, chicanery and sarcasm bandied about. All in good humour, off course.

The bus was soon packed, with Mary and I on the side-saddle seats with our three-wheeler trolleys. Which didn’t make us very popular when others got on the bus, as they struggled to get by us and the guides taking up the space of a seat. I mentioned en route to Mary, that I was going to get some of the large potatoes from Arnold Market, and the bacon-seasoned fries from Asda, she seemed to like the idea of the chips.

We dropped off in Arnold and hobbled to the market place. Where I got some potatoes, and Mary bought something as well, tomatoes I think. We ambled along towards the Asda (Walmart) store, and I nipped into the Saver store, to get yet another bottle of the cheapo drain-unblocker (Still costing a fortune, unblocking the wet room sink every day!) Mary said she’d wait outside. I nipped in and got the bottle, paid, then back out.

WDPrightWD 128.0.128N But Mary was not there! I looked in the shop and up and down the road outside, but she had disappeared! (It always happens to me!) People tend to do this a lot with me. Just vanish, sometimes when I’m talking to them they do it! Hehehe!

5Fri004I kept an eye out for Mary as I limped along to the Asda shop, but no luck in finding the gal. Tsk!

Outside the store, this chained up handsome dog, looked so depressed, as he or she, waited for the owner to return. My heart went out for the animal. But he’ll cheer up when his owner returns. Ah!

5Fri005I spent a while shopping inside, still keeping a bead out for Mary. I got to the self-serve tills and paid for the shopping, which consisted of, two bags of Bacon Fries (One for Mary to try), Uncle Ben’s Mushroom rice, a sliced milk roll loaf of bread, some cooked meats, and a pack of tomatoes. Packed them away, and out again, in search of Mary.

WDPrightWD 128.0.128N Then, I found this photograph on the right later, on my SD card. Another mystery shot from the old Nottinghamian failed photographer! I analysed what detail is available in it… (Sherlock Holmes might be jealous of this, Hahaha!) It looks to me that it may have been accidentally snapped while I was putting the camera away when I took the link-passage photo. For in the background, it looks like paving stones, like the ones outside in the sitting bench area? Or not! Hehe! How it became stored here in the list? Well… I don’t know!

5Fri006WDPleftWD 128.0.128N This Herbert of an ignorant, uncaring Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, was playing on his mobile and leaning up again a lamp standard, giving out threatening stares and glares at everyone who passed by. I’d have loved to ask him to move so as not to block the pavement pedestrians way… But thought better of it. Had I spoke to him, it may not have turned out well for me, physically and medically! Big chap! Is it signing on day, today?

5Fri007No sign of Mary, so I limped along to the Fulton Food store to have a search for any bargains they might have.

I found the yhad some cooked beef bits, at £1-20. They looked well-cooked, just how I like beef to be. So, I grabbed it and went to the checkout. A long queue was waited in, and it grew longer and longer. When it came to my turn… Humph!

WDPrightWD 128.0.128N I did feel a right fool! I dipped into the back pocket, and there was no money! I had to search all my pockets to find enough cash to pay the irritated with my faffing-about, lady. The tuts and mutterings from those behind me grew louder! Red-faced, I paid, offered my apologies to those behind, almost withered by the looks of hatred I got in return, I hobbled out of the shop ASAP! Oh, dearie me! Oy Vey!

Back across the road to the bus stop, and there was Mary, sat in the shelter! Apparently, she’s had second thoughts earlier on at the Saver shop, and had followed me in. But she could not find me when she got out. Then she went to Asda, and we kept missing each other on our way around the store shopping. Haha! The good thing is, she said she could not find the bacon fries, so I was doubly glad at getting her a bag of them and handed it over, putting it in her trolley bag.

6Sat22We had a good natter on the bus back. Again, we were not too popular with our trolleys blocking peoples way on and off of the bus, en route.

The rain was very-heavy on the ride home, but timing it perfectly, it reduced to a trickle as we got off of the bus. We walked in through Winchester Court and Winwood Court to the foyer area, and then along the link to Woodthorpe Court, and home.

We parted way in the lift, as Mary got off on the first floor.

5Fri08I got the fodder out of the bags and stored away.

I decided, that as the roast beef chunks were short-dated, I’d have them as part of the nosh tonight. (Well, afternoon)

First things first, though, the hand-washing was done. Those extra-long above-the-knee bamboo socks will be devils to dry off. But they are so comfortable, it’s worth the effort. Got it all done, and hung up to drip dry over the sink.

5Fri10I got a few bacon flavour fries in the oven and made up some Roast beef and sliced tomato sarnies from the milk roll bread. A Dagwood style sandwich as the Americans would say. Mixed leaves, a sliced apple and the fries added to the plate. This nosh went down very well! A Flavour-Rating of 9.2/10, delicious! Even if I couldn’t eat it all, I came close though! Haha!

I took the medications, did the physio jerks, and got down in the recliner, with high hopes of getting some sleep.

WDPrightWD 128.0.128N I actually nodded off within ten-minutes… But, woke in need of the Porcelain throne a little later. Ah, well! Off to the wet room… to find that I had left the heater on in there! Got settled down for the evacuations, and Ergh! Plopping noises and all over in seconds! Most annoying! A lot of cleaning up and antisepticalisationing was needed afterwards! I returned to the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. Only to feel unsure, if I had or had not turned off the wall heater! Yes, back up and to the wet room again! I had turned it off.

WDPleftWD 128.0.128N Back to the recliner, and got the head down, and… the need for a wee-wee arose. I believe I may have silently used some naughty curse words at this stage! Out and up yet again (I needn’t have done the physio exercise, Humph!), and off to use the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) What a change this time! A shocking SELHLNS (Sharp-Extra-Long-Hosepipe-Like-No-Sensation) wee-wee! I thought I might blast the bucket from my grip! Where the hell did that come from! Cor Blimey!

Eventually, sleep did come, but disappointingly late on, after all the kerfuffles. Grumph!

Inchcock – Friday 20th September 2019: Today convinced me that I was away with the fairies, and ready to start foaming at the mouth!

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2019 Sept 20a

Friday 20th September 2019

Greek: Παρασκευή 20 Σεπτεμβρίου 2019

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02:38hrs:I woke and lay there, delicately perched half-on-half-off, of the Brother-in-Law Pete, damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. Deliberating, and ruminating on life.

After a few moments cogitationalisationing, I got free of the recliner and swore a little, at the RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) with its set-in, dilatational, discomfort-bearing knees. I dismounted the not-working-this-morning, currently non-electric chair. I hauled my grossly-flabby bouncing with its excess body-flesh frame, into roughly an upright stance, cursing some more at the RAI’s pains. And nearly fell-back in the chair, when I stood on my slippers. Tsk!

Grabbed the stick, and off to the kitchen, in what must have looked an oddly over-cautious hobble. For the Peripheral Neuralgia leg and arm, were both doing a little mini, shuddering and shaking movements. I went back to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) and had a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode leak.

Back to the kitchen, got the kettle on, grabbed the tablet tray, and checked the handwashing on the airer. Made the brew, opened the medications and returned with them and the tea, to the junk-room and got the computer going.

I had to start a template afresh for today. Make the graphics etc. two hours later, as I made another cuppa, the need for another wee-wee arrived… an what a shock this one was to me! It was a rare CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) session. Core blimey!

I started the updating of yesterdays blog. The juddering-shaking shoulder joined the arm and leg in giving me bother. But the fingertips were maintaining their sensitivity to touch, which as a relief.

Got the updating finished and sent off to WordPress. Then went on TFZer Facebooking. During which, I took six wee-wees, all of the PWWDIB variety.

5Fri02I belatedly noticed the sign I’d left on the modern, up to date, tiny screened TV screen. It was for me to know that the phlebotomy nurse would be calling today, between 10:00>12:00hrs.

So I set about getting ablutions done. Then sorted the black bags out.

Graphics were worked on in CorelDraw, for several hours. It was a slow business, with the hands and fingers dancing and jumping.

5Fri005WD 0.30.0b I got the ablutions seen to. Again, the dropsies were many, but at least different today. Amongst them, was the sock-glide (2), the PPs, radio, and the shower chair! Some luck with the radio, it nearly bounced into the toilet bowl!

Only the legs knees RAI was any bother this morning.

I got dressed and returned to the slow, slow job of making up the graphics. Got the black bags made up. The phlebotomy nurse arrived while I was dealing with the waste. So lovely to see her again. Oddly, as with having the flu-jab, I felt nothing at all when the needle went in? The peripheral neuralgia in the arm seems to be getting worse, or is that better? Hehe!

5Fri08I got an early nosh sorted-out.

The only cooking involved was heating up the Sourdough baguette. I couldn’t eat it all but managed about 90% of it. Flavour rating: 8.5/10!

WD 0.30.0b Then, while eating it up, Reflux Roger and the tight chest, began to belch and cough, and didn’t stop for ages! Uncomfortable, to say the least!

5Fri10A letter arrived, from the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital. They wanted to know the reason for my not sending in any blood for testing over the last two weeks!

The was a help-line to ring. Mon to Thurs 10:00 > 14:00hrs, Fri 10:00 > 13:00hrs. So, I decided to do an Obersturmbannführeress, cat-walk model Warden search. To try and find someone, well, beg one of them to call the number for me. Often on the phone in the past, I’ve misheard things, and made myself look a right fool, getting thing wrong! So I could explain about the Sherringham Park surgery and their unilateral decision to stop taking my blood for three-weeks, without even telling me about it! My visit after the falls, and the nurse calling today to take a sample. It had to be done sharpishly, as there was little time left to get the call in on time.

So, I set off taking the black bags to the chute and recycling one to the bin, en route.

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I arrived at the Generalfeldmarschall Warden’s holding cells, but it was empty. Missed them! They will be out and about somewhere doing their duties, can’t be helped. I’ll try again on Monday.

Back to the apartment. Medications were taken, and what bit of spirit and determination I had minutes ago, suddenly malfunctioned. Reflux Roger and Tight Chest Charlie both moved up a gear, and the hands and fingers were of no use for typing!

I gave up on any idea of getting any graphicalisationing done and depressingly plopped myself in the £300, second-hand recliner, in the hope of getting some sleep and peace-of-mind.

WD 0.30.0b Neither came easily. Brain-attacking fears, worries, concerns and hatreds, haunted me for hours! The belching and sharp intake and outtakes of breath didn’t help.

Nor did my ever more believable thoughts that I might be off my rocker, out of my mind, meshuga, nutty as a fruitcake, schizoid, or just stark staring mad? I need help! Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Thurs 1 Aug 19: Got out for a mini-marathon hobble with the trolley. The same route used to take an hour and a bit – now, three hours! But I did it! Smug-Mode Adopted!

2019 Aug 01

2019 Aug 01

Thursday 1st August 2019

Cymraeg – Welsh: Dydd Iau 1 Awst 2019

4Thu001

22:35hrs: I had to give up trying to get to sleep. A new aching from the innards and the CIDP affected right arm kept shooting all over the place. And I needed a wee-wee! I dismounted the £300, second-hand, sickly-beige coloured, rusty, c1968, rickety recliner, and used the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). It was taking so long to get rid of so little liquid… then after several minutes of struggling and urging,  it was as if someone had suddenly turned on the tap! Blimey! Splashbacks and pain! Oy Yay!

When I went to the kitchen, I was surprised at first, not see any handwashing hanging up. Then remembered I was too shattered last night to do any. It was too early to take the medications or do the health checks – so I must remember later on in the morning to do them. I got the kettle on, It was still raining outside, but far less than earlier on. Made the mug of tea, and as I returned to the flea-pit room to start the computer, I needed another wee-wee. A different style this time, a WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) wee-wee. And no sudden surges in power this time.

4Thu03Got the computer on, and checked the emails. An Email from the Nottingham Post Newsdesk informed me of this gigantic breakfast now on sale in a Nottingham restaurant or cafe somewhere. The most copious breakfast that is available in the Midlands it said. I can believe it too! Flipping heck, surely that’s not made for one serving? It looks tempting, though! Haha!

The new tummy-ache kicked off as I started to update the Wednesday Diary. When I take the medications, I’ll take an extra 5mg Ramipril, that might settle the innards for me. I pressed on, the fingers, hands, etc. had all calmed down from last night. I was well pleased that the arm was no longer doing it’s flying out all over the place. If it had been, I wouldn’t have dared go on the computer – cause sure as eggs are eggs, the arm would have done its impersonation of a Hitler salute, and might have hit the touch-screen!

A couple of hours or so later, I got the post finalised and sent off to WordPress.

4Thu02I had another WYSAO wee-wee, and had a rinse and made another brew. Then took the medications, and got the machine out to do the health checks. The sphygmomanometer worked on the third try. The readings were fine again. But the body temperature was a little low, still, at 34.1°c. I think so anyway, I keep forgetting what it should be, so I might be wrong; it has been known! Hehehe!

WD 0.0.0. I remembered to take the extra Ramipril alright – then realised they are for the BP, not a panchymagogue. What an Idiot! So I had a couple of extra 4Thu04guzzles of the mostly inefficacious, no good to Gundy, Peptac. I did feel a fool! Which, of course, is a regular happening.

I had a check on the Morrison site, to see if they have any of the West Country butter in stock for Jenny and Frank. If so, I’ll do an order.

WD 0.0.0. Nope, Out-of-Stock again! So, with Jenny & Frank being away for a while, I’ve time to try again later and can keep it in the freezer for when the return. That is if Morrison ever manages to get any back in stock before the Special Offer finishes! I wouldn’t be surprised if they don’t get an more, though. It is an excellent price, and must be in great (unsatisfied) demand from hundreds of customers who also cannot get any! This way, Morrison’s can claim their prices are lower. Of course the won’t actually sell any, but still! So, no order from this Nottinghamian!

I then went on CorelDraw to do a couple more graphics to use and saved them.

Then started this blog going.

Then made up some templates for the Inchcock Todays. Stomach still rumbling, grumbling and churning a bit? Brekkers time, corn flakes and a mug of tea, methinks.

4Thu07WD 0.0.0.A2 The ablutions were sorted. No teeth-cleaning or shaving cuts suffered! Only a razor, once, and the soap, twice, were dropped from the CIDP affected hand. The shower head was not dropped at all today.

Although it didn’t show up in this picture, I’ve no idea why; but the veins showed up dark blue, almost black and bulged, in the right arm while showering myself. Well, there’s no one else to shower with! Hahaha! The pins were still thin, with far less fluid retention. And I could not see any new blood papsule, spots, bruises or blotches on the leg at all! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

4Thu15While showering, I decided to have a hobble to Arnold. This walk used to take me about one and a quarter hours to complete. (Today, it took me three hours!)

Mind you, I was not rushing and had to stop a few times, thanks to Dizzy Dennis’s visiting en route. I was well-pleased with myself.

Surprised as well! Hopefully, after the stroke. Things are beginning to improving at last? Fingers crossed!

I took some black bags to the waste chute. Got dressed for the trip out. Tea shirt and sleeveless jacket on. Took the three-wheeler trolley and the umbrella, just in case. Not that I can control this guide when using a brolly, but I can stop and shelter if needed (It wasn’t).

A call to the Porcelain Throne was answered. Unsuccessfully on this occasion. Rock-solid again! No actual movement, just some wind escaping. Ah, well!

4Thu08Down in the lift, with the trolley. No signs of any CIDP bother in the hands, arms or legs. Just the shoulder doing a bit of jiggling about now and then. Things were good!

Out of the foyer, onto Chestnut Way, over the road and up the gravel path to the park.

The day was perfect for a hobble, too. Not too hot, not a lot of bright sunshine. Getting up the footpath, needed a couple of stops, as Dizzy Dennis gave me some bother. But I put the brakes on and enjoyed the, oh, so beautiful petrichor.

4Thu08aI turned left at the top, down the trolley-wheel-grottifying, leaves, seeds, twigs and muddy walk-way.

The view across Woodthorpe grange Park to the North was beautiful. I took this picture on the left. I hadn’t felt so contented in ages.

But it didn’t last too long!

4Thu08bWD 0.0.0. By the time I had reached Mansfield Road through the park, the three-wheeler wheels were in a right state again! No wonder I’m becoming a euphobiaphile. Good-luck never stays long with me, but I enjoy it while it lasts. Mishaps, misfortune, misery and misdoings, are more my thing. Haha!

4Thu08cSo, I cleaned the wheels as best I could. Then set out North. Along Mansfield Road. The lack of traffic on the roads had me thinking for a while. Then it dawned on me, that the ankle-snappers and drug-taking, alcoholic, car-stealing teenagers were off of school for their holidays. So, I slowly made my way towards Daybrook.

4Thu08dDizzy Dennis called again to visit me. He stayed a little longer this time. But left me with no after-effects.

The weather really was perfect for a walk. Albeit a slow, rambling, interrupted one.

4Thu08eAlong by Sainsbury’s and into Arnold.

I made my way to Worall Avenue, then down to Front Street. Where I called into the Saver shop, to see if they had any of the Colgate Foam toothpaste that I have started using. Got one for 99p! And, Erasmic shaving foam, and a roll of waste bags. Then made my way to the Asda Walmart store.

I struggled to carry all I had bought to the self-serve tills. I remembered to tell the assistant of the bag I bought on Monday, that had a large slit in it. She swapped it for a new one. There was no tutting or sneering from her, then again, this wasn’t a Lidl shop. A touch of sarcasm and Lidl-bashing there, sorry!

I bought far too much stuff to fit into the bag and pathetically small basket on the three-wheeled trolley. Serves me, right! The purchases: A bag of marshmallows, fresh tomatoes, mini cheese-pickle pork pies, rice, milk, bacon fries (2 bags), jar of beetroot (A different brand, in hopes that these will not be as hard as ball-bearing, like the Asda ones I bought on 4Thu10Monday!), Sliced apples and a reduce in price triple DVD of The Men in Black.

The stomach began to grind again. I thought when I get to the bus stop, I’ll eat one of the mini pies. That may ease the tummy-twangs.

I paid up. And as I walked out through the doors into the alleyway and went over the drain covers… boy oh boy, the miasma didn’t-half pen-and-ink something rotten!

Walking up the hill to the car park, to get to the bus stop, and Dizzy Dennis gave me his last bot of the day. I had to pull-up three times on the steeper bits.

When I managed to get up to the Front Street bus stop, a lolly surprise! The old broken down bench had been replaced!

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I took advantage, and got myself sat down. I opened the small pork & pickle pork pie pack – say that when you’ve had a few, Hehehe! Before I knew it, three of them had been consumed. Guilty-Mode-Adopted! On the bus going home to the flats, I ate another one of the pies!

As I got off the bus on Chestnut Way, the driver asked me to take some Metro papers to hand out, so I took some with me. I got off of the bus with the trolley and shopping bag, without any bother. I had a little few words with Cyndy and some other residents.

Going into the lobby, there was (I think), Gaynor, Mo, Brenda and Herbert sat there. “Would you like a Metro?” I asked each of them in order. The first three all said thanks and took one. Herbert, he just gave me a sneer and a humph, then waved me away, as he muttered something or other quietly!

I got in the flat and ate the last of the mini pork pies, as I put the kettle on. Oh, dear! So I decided not to have a meal tonight. Increased-Guilty-Mode came over me!

I got the hand-washing done, rinsed an hung up to dry. Then, I tried to do some cleaning in the kitchen, but the fatigue came over me. The stomach started to grind away again.

I got the medications taken, with an extra Senna tablet.

I settled to watch TV in unwavering faith that I would fall asleep. But no.

After a while, I got up to do the blog.

Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 31st July 2019: Indoors day – no problem though, the rain was persistent!

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2019 July 31

Wednesday 31st July 2019

Italiano: Mercoledì 31 Luglio 2019

WD 0.30.0Ax 23:50hrs: I stirred, rather too enthusiastically really, I immediately made a grab for the walking stick, (In need of a wee-wee!) knocking over a bottle of spring water and the Pain-Gel tube, off of the Ottoman! Freed my cumbersome blobby overblown, crassulent stomached and skinny limbed body, out of the £300, c1968, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, second-hand, recliner. I kicked the empty plastic bottle on the way to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). The bottle rebounded back as it hit the shelving, and very nearly fell into the bucket! That would have been a right good laugh. But it didn’t. Almost a worthy of printing humorous tale there in the making. Hehehe!

WD 0.30.0 I had a USUWSS (Ultra-Slow-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee. No control over anything again, I had to just wait for the end to come. Checking every so often to see if things had stopped flowing yet. Well, flowing is too strong a word, more sort of a scintilla of a trickle. That best describes how things went. Tsk!

I took the bucket with me to the kitchen and reviewed the handwashing hanging above the sink. As I appreciated how wet it still was, it dawned on me what the time was! I’d risen a little too early again. But, I got four hours of sleep in, so not too bad.

3Wed001bI got the kettle on, took the medications and got the sphygmomanometer from the medical drawer, and did the health checks. Very pleasing, almost perfect results this morning. Apart from the body temperature, which remains a little low, at 34.2°c. Olive oiled the ear-holes, sprayed the eyes and rubbed in some pain gel on the new unfathomable as to why pain in the lower arm. But, not to worry, these things happen. Took the Macrogol sachet in water. These don’t taste as pleasant as the Movicol ones, but they are much more effective. I’ll say…

As I was taking the tea into the computer room, I had to divert to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session. What a blessed relief! The easiest evacuation in weeks!

3Wed01bI washed and got to the computer, and looked up this (to me) wonder-drug. I got this information: Compound Macrogol Oral Powder has electrolytes that help to maintain your body’s normal levels of sodium, potassium, and water while you are being treated for constipation and it works by softening your faeces, making it easier to pass. In general, this drug is used for the treatment of constipation, especially if you have been constipated for a long time. And boy, have I! “The faecal impaction diagnosis should be confirmed by appropriate physical or radiological examination of the rectum and abdomen”? – Side-effects: Too many to fit in my blog space! Hehe! Of course, I understood all of this advice. (Inchcock-Fib-Detected!) 

2Tue21I got the computer on, and read a WordPress comment from my photographicalisational hero, Tim Price.

Who kindly gave me the story behind the Dagwood Sandwich meals, like the one one I had last night.

As he said later; Unless one is familiar with the comic, a Dagwood sandwich is meaningless. He gave this link to it:3Wed01e

Dagwood Sandwich Explained!

I delved into updating the Tuesday post. The fingers, hands, arm, shoulder, and legs were all in a good mood, and only gave me the hassle in small quantities and not very often, in fact, they were the best-behaved more than they have been for ages! But I mustn’t get too excited. Haha!

After getting the blog all finished and posted off, I treated myself to a mug of the Glegettie Best tea! The rain was coming again, and I ventured into the balcony, to take a couple of moody photographs.

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I made a start on this post next. The nerve ailments all being kind to me still. The rain was still falling, but much lighter now.

3Wed01fThen for a break, I went on the TFZer Facebooking and photo galleries to update. Wat a marathon session that was! I’m tired, drained, feeling hungry (The corn flakes might get attacked next) and happier than I have been for a while.

The corn flakes; that turned out to be Honey-Nut corn flakes, they did get attacked! Hehe!

After I had taken the photograph of the rare Inchcock breakfast, the fingers began to play up again, and I inadvertently took another new picture. Ah, wellski!

I pondered on how to cook the remaining shoulder steaks. After much dilly-dallying, and humming and hawing, I opted for marinating 3Wed01gthem in black bean sauce, for a few hours. Then cook them in the oven. I added a sprinkle of mixed herbs on top of them. An experimental effort that I hope comes out alright. I’ve some freshly-podded garden peas soaking in a saucepan with a spoonful of demerara sugar in the water. A giant potato, to be chopped up and mixed with some cheese, to round off the meal. If I bite them, I’ll have some of the Asda (Walmart) ball bearings as well. Oh, I mean, beetroot. Hehe! But that’s a long way off yet.

The rains still fall, and the digits were still dancing and jumping!

So, I watched some car crash clips on YouTube while I ate the corn flakes. Ah, the luxury! I even had a rice cake to follow!

3Wed01hWashed the pots, had only the third wee-wee in over eight hours! Every one of them of the newly arrived substandard USUWSS (Ultra-Slow-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) variety.

I went on CorelDraw to do some more graphics and Thoughts in advance.

First though, another wee-wee, of the same style, USUWSS. I think I’ve had about four watery evacuations since cleaning the bucket, and the bucket isn’t a quarter-full yet!

After the wee-wee, I went out on the balcony and took a picture of the rain outside. No window opening, I was doing so well this happy up-to-now day, I didn’t want to risk losing any chunks of any finger, to the metal spring-clip opener!

Then, I got on with serious work of graphicationalisationing! I got a couple of each completed before the fatigue, set in.

2UseI got the dinner made up and served. Cheesy potatoes with red Leicester cheese, gherkins, red and yellow tomatoes, rock-hard beetroot, fresh garden peas, and two shoulder steaks with BBQ marinade and mixed herbs. 

It took a while to prepare, (and a long time to clean up afterward). But I ate it all, over a long period of time. It took some getting through. Hehe! A Flavour rating of 7.2/10 given. I thought I’d better not eat any bread, so I had a couple of the rice-cakes.

WD 0.30.0Ax As I was doing the pot washing later, all hell-let-loose with the CIDP (Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy). However, even at the time, I appreciated it going easy on me while I grahicationalisationing earlier. The leg seemed to be trying to do the occasional Locomotion, Hokey-Cokey and Tango dancing! The shoulder was keeping the beat, rhyme with the pin! The finger-ends alternated twixt no feelings and electric shock-like jumping. The arm shooting about was uninterested in joining in, this time.

WD 0.30.0 Over about a ten-minute period, I dropped and broke the blue cereal bowl, sent the washing up sponge-stick flying, let the washing-up liquid bottle slip through my fingers, and lost and nearly fell over the walking stick! There might have been other mishaps, but this is all I can recall at the time of typing this! It was a long time this attack. I actually felt tired-out when it finished. But I wasn’t down about it, after all, the earlier parts of the day, the nerves were most gentle with me, really.

WD 0.30.0 No handwashing was done, too weary, it would have to wait. I was convinced that once settled down, I would easily nod-off. But, no! After two hours of Colin Cramps and a new tummy upset stabbing at me, I got up again, and made a brew, a few swigs of the antacid medicine, and then made a start on updating this blog. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 12th April to Sunday 19th – Newell Stroke Ward

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Sunday 12th April to Sunday 19th

Newell Stroke Ward

French: Du Dimanche 14 Avril, au Dimanche 13

My desire to write poetry is almost a volcanisation,
When it comes to poetry, I know I’m a poetaster, a bavian,
My odes, turn out like fully-fledged worsification,
My musical skills are not precisely Beethovian,
I couldn’t correctly write for a vocation,
But, I think I may be accepted for zombification!

The recovery therapy increased, as did the size of the meals, albeit that I was getting egg sandwiches in place of bacon ones. But plenty of them, and porridge. Haha! Visits all day on Tuesday, and fitted in Jane and Pete’s visit on Tuesday. No aftershave or newspaper money yet…

Monday: Woke up covered in spots and rashes! The rear bag was removed to avoid infection. I was told that the water-bag would have to be changed soon for the same reason. Instead, a change of plans for some reason, maybe due to the lack of movement. The nurse took off and swapped the bag for a new 24 hour one. More speech therapy, they were not happy with my progress and gave me some extra lessons and ‘Homework (Bed) exercises’.

Tuesday: Jane & Pete called to offer the staff some more of my bad habits for their perusal. Still no aftershave. I kept pestering the nurses with false alarms for trips to the Porcelain Throne and continued to cut myself daily. Tsk! The usual medications were changed, but no one told me what to. A doctor came to look at the rashes and decided I must be ellergic to one of the new medicines.

Wednesday: Success on the Throne, not a lot, mind. They increased the make-me-go-medication. The nighttime swearer and shouter in bed one continued to keep everyone else awake. I nearly joined in with the shouting for him to shut-up along with some other frustrated bed-dwellers. Busy therapy practice all through the day.

Thursday: Doctor told me the anticipated release for me might be next week-end. I thought I must be doing well in that case. Spoke with an occupational nurse, who told me I was indeed not doing well at all, and arranged for some extra lessons. The reason for the early KWaaescape was a shortage of beds, and I would be placed in the dementure home somewhere for a week or so.

This photograph on the left, came from I know not where, but when I got home it was on my camera card which never left home with me?

Treatment for the spots and rashed was some tablets were stopped to find out which of the two new ones it was I was elergic to.

Jane and Pete visited, and revealed all my faults to the Social Services people. Training continued.

Friday: The day seemed to be hectic with training, and the Social Services are to install a raised toilet seat and shower stool, and arrange monitoring.

The night wasn’t half one to remember. The rash was giving me some bother with scratching, and the new bloke, who looked very much like Tyson Fury wasn’t-half giving out the curses and vocals, poor chap. Although by now he had stopped us all getting any sleep for over a week now!

Sat and Sunday: I didn’t think it possible, but the training was even more intense in an affort to get me ready for giving up my bed. The night staff insisted on having the radio on and windows open, which along with Tyson’s moaning and wailing, amost made me look forward to leaving the place. The alergy rash was slowly getting better, but I was so tired, I don’t think  was ready for being moved yet a while. Anyway, they had not taken off the urine bag yet.

Sunday a vegetarian meal – they niw tell me I can eat brassica? So I did. But this sen the INR Warfarin level zooming and they changed their minds?

Ah, well!

Inchcock Today – Mon 1st April 2019: Out and about, photographing, chinwagging – Great Day!

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2019 April 01

Monday 1st April 2019

Italian: Lunedì 1 Aprile 2019

01:25hrs. I woke, reluctantly, and resisted any encouragement of movement or brain activity as long as I could. The main expergefactor was the need for a wee-wee; that forced me to move my oleogustus body out of the £300 second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner and the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). A rather pathetic UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickle-Wee-Wee) followed. After making an effort to get to this bucket, this was most disappointing! Hehe!

I was well drained and still tired, as I responded to my stubbing my toe on the way to the kitchen, with a few silently mouthed well-chosen unchristian-like words.

1Mon01aGot the Health Checks sorted out first thing.

The hemadynamometer operated at the first try. Sys is still low, and the only thing that concerned me a tad was the pulse: Like yesterday, it was showing 103? I’ll look this up I think, hang on, please… Oh, seems to be okay according to what I could find out on Google, high-end but alright. Then why was it for two days earlier on 69? All the ailments must affect it in some way? Tsk! Made a brew and got the computer going to update the sad Sunday post.

1Mon02WD 51.0.0 The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived and diverted my attention, off to the wet room and the Throne. The evacuation was easier than of late, but still messy and a lot of deep-rich-red-blood came from within. It didn’t appear to be from Harold’s Haemorrhoids this time, well, not the external ones anyway. No pains or aches from the rear-end area were there?

WD 51.0.0 I checked the pins out when I put on some fresh PPs. The knees seemed okay. I can see still a face in the knee on the right. Can you see it?

But the shins and ankles were not very good.

Around the ankles were getting to look a bit overactive with the blood papsules, blotches, spots, and swelling, spoiling my youthful appearance. Hehehe! The left foot and lower leg was still more fluid-filled or swollen than the right one again, but, the bent toe seems to have righted itself somehow or other?

I’ll be glad when the socks and glide arrive. It’s only been about three weeks though since they ordered them for me. So I mustn’t complain. I was surprised initially that they didn’t prescribe some cream of some sort. But, of course, after the nurses told me that with the nerve-end problem, there is nothing, no treatment that will help, I accepted things how they are. At least they have tried to make things easier for me to change the socks, well, of course, I haven’t got the equipment or unique specialist thin, comfortable hosiery yet, to find out if it will work or not. I’ll be miffed if I snuff-it before it arrives! Hahaha!

As I finished off, I needed another wee-wee. Definitely an upgraded status one this time, an SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like-Wee-wee) style one.

Back on the computer and got the Sunday blog updated and sent off.

Around 04:00hrs, I heard some odd noises again coming from I know not where, I thought they were from somewhere well above me at first, but at times they seemed to be coming from elsewhere. Very peculiar. Hard to define what was making the sounds. Moving furniture perhaps, with the odd rattling sound in between? I rather hope its not the concrete crumbling, Hehe!

1Mon06Then it sounded like it was at the front of the building? I looked out of the unwanted, light & view blocking kitchen window and tried to have a look to see if I could find the cause.

Of course, looking straight down from the unwanted new windows to see anything, over the dirty great window ledges, fitted, would mean using the step ladders, I was not prepared to use them at the moment, I’ve tumbled off of them a few too many times. Did I imagine this noise or what? Am I going potty?  No, I just this second heard a dull thud sound, followed by a whooshing noise, then nothing? Ah, it’ll be the Aliens sending in reinforcements or a replacement army of Weevils, perhaps? Hahaha!

Had another wee-wee, still an SPSHPLWW version, and finally, I made a start on this post.

Another SPSHPLWW, then another Porcelain Throne visit. Messy, but no bleeding this time.

Virgin Internet down again!

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As I went off to get the ablutions done, the lower legs felt just like there had worms wriggling about inside! The scrubbing-up went well, got the attire adorned, and dropped some black bags in the chute on the way out, and a recycling bag at the caretaker’s door.

Hobbled along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

The aroma of burnt toast greeted me, much to the amusement of all the tenants in there. We all agreed, it made us feel hungry! Hehehe! Several mini-chinwags, mostly of a complaining and moaning mode.

1Mon07As I departed to join the others at the bus stop, I couldn’t help but think that the assembled ‘huddle of residents’ that might have been holding a prayer meeting? Hehehe! Either that or they were brewing up some dastardly plan. But most likely they were examing and criticising Roy’s new deadly to the ankle and knees of others, four-wheeled shopping trolly. Haha!

I had a nice nattering and stirring things-up session, en route to town on the bus with Mary and Kath. Off the bus, farewelled to the gals, and went into the Wilko store. Where I spent too much on things, I did not really need and came out with: Wilko Liquid Soapflakes (Needed). I couldn’t find any Magnesium tablets. And several bags of sweets. Guilt Mode Adopted! Tsk!

1Mon07aNext, I called in the Poundland Shop. This visit ensured the shopping bag was well-filled when I left. Guilt Mode moved to Defcon Three!

Chocolate nougat, jelly buttons, liquorice comfits, Mini-pork pies, chocolate peanuts, Strawberry trifle pots, egg & bacon ready-made sarnies… there was no limit to my greed and shame! As I left the store, I could hear some absolutely horrendous wailing of someone singing and trying to play the guitar, seemed they were using a microphone that distorted the chronic singing voice, not that it mattered, but it was just too loud!

1Mon07cAs I walked along Upper Parliament Street, at the traffic light junction with Milton Street, I was alarmed at seeing people crossing the road against the red don’t walk lights.

Particularly the woman with the red hair and dress, shoving her baby nonchalantly across, and the chap on sticks (who would have difficulty avoiding any car coming at him). But this is always happening on these and other crossings. The three deaths and nineteen injury accidents suffered there in 2018, did not seem to bother them at all.

I came across the source of the terrible wailing as I turned into Clumber Street. I took a photo of the guilty earsplitting, bedizened, perpetrator, a street performer who looked like a cross between Worsel Gummage and the Wurzel bloke with a beard! I put this picture more prominent, so it would show the real highlight: The young girl, fresh from Primark shopping with her bag, and that absolutely fantastic expression on her face as she looked with amazement at the weird and in disguise for some reason, imitation street musician. Priceless!

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1Mon08I limped through to the end of Clumber Street and took a shot with a difference on the corner, (showing the street sign of Clumber Street) and the back of the Council House.

I had a walk through the Exchange shopping arcade inside. Sparse of customers it was as well!

1Mon18Where I found one of the many empty units had been reoccupied, as a Barbers Shop. I looked for any signs of a price list, but couldn’t see any. Be it is costly – if you have to ask the price, you can’t afford it! Hehe!

I stopped on Long Row, to watch the police struggling to remove a shoplifter from a nearby store. She just didn’t want to get into the car! I decided against taking any pictures.

1Mon08aI wandered into the slab square. Where I did a spot of memory-recalling, of what it used to look like, and some of the things I got up to back then and the people I did it with. It didn’t do my confidence any good, though.

So I turned my attention to taking some 1Mon11photographicalisation.

I went to Long Row and positioned myself to take a closer shot, and some pigeons caught my limited attention.

Then the mind went off on a tangent again. How do these birds survive? It is not allowed to feed them. So, how do they live on the crumbs dropped by the take-away-food drunks? Mind you, there are plenty about.

I then pondered on the Brexit farce for a while. But that soon gave me a headache with the frustrations.

1Mon09I took a picture of Long Row. And that set off the memory-recalling again. Sad innit?

Griffin & Spalding, now replaced with a Debenhams that is on the verge of closing down. The Arnold buses, the number 40 and 41 trolleybuses that used to have stops along Long Row. The Lyons Corner Cafe, the Alleyway with the record shop, the time I had pigeon poo dropped on both shoulders within second of each splat… on my new Teddy Boy coat as well! Eventually, I pulled myself away from the pointless, often painful 1Mon12reminiscing.

As I made my way up Queen Street to get to the bus stop and home, a rare, almost strange sight was beheld. Two imitation police officers out and about! I should think that between them they might have weighed about 12 stone. But size isn’t everything… as many a gal has told me over the years! Hehe!

I met with Kath, and we limped up together to the stop. Nattering as we do, you know. Mary got on at the first stop, and chinwagging flowed en route back to the flats.

1Mon14On Chestnut (Don’t-get-knocked-over) Way, I took this shot of Mary and Kath, before Kath nipped over the road to her flat in Winchester Court, as we said our farewells.

Mary had bought herself a new four-wheeled ankle and shin destroying shopping trolley. Exactly like the one that Roy had bought.

1Mon15It looked like the Winwood Court was getting close to completion now. It will be very lonely and quiete when they finish. Mind you, we will still have the Fire Alarm Sprinklers and new communications to be installed.

As Mary and I walked along to Woodthorpe Court, the tarmac was being put on near what 1Mon16will eventually be the bus turnaround island.

We eventually got to our block of flats, and I got out of the elevator, wishing Mary all the best, as she went up to her 15th floor flat. She will be moving soon, to an apartment in the Sneinton Dale complex.

1Mon17In the flat, the usual fatigue overcame me.

I took the medications, noon and evening.

I was not up to doing any updating of this diary. I got the nosh prepared, an easy task. Ready-made egg sarnies (Very nice!), potato hash balls, Sicilian tomatoes, Marmite cheese buttons and a couple of mini-pork pies, and consumed it all! Followed by a strawberry trifle.

No opportunity to do anything else, too tired. I put on the Doctor Who DVD and was soon in the land of Nod. Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Thur 28 Mar 2019: I woke all sort of confused. But got more so as the day progressed. A niggly, frustrating day, with the odd sweet highlight! Tsk!

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2019 Mar 28

Thursday 28th March 2019

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02:00hrs. I woke up after the broken night’s sleep, with Headache Henrietta still keeping me company. The mind was unusually active for me; busy, it was a mixture of fears, worries, and dissatisfaction with how things are progressing at the moment. I considered my worth and abilities as incompetent, my self-evaluation was low.

WD 153.51.0 I lay there in the second-hand £300 ci1968 rickety recliner for a couple of minutes contemplatively mulling things over. As usual, there were no answers found, no targets or aims set, no solutions presented themselves, and a distinct lack of interest suddenly came over me. I conveniently stored away from reality the emotional fears and wants in the ‘I can’t cope with this’ storage section at the back of the brain, praying they would not return later to chafe, rankle, necrotise, and torment me. (Knowing full well that they would!) By gum, I’d woken in a right emotionally unbalanced state, this morning! Still, after having guiltlessly sent the ruminations and fears to Coventry, I actually felt a little easier, with less theorisationing and practical mental work being needed to fret over!

Getting my heifer-sized-stomached body and protuberate short torso out from the recliner, was an amazingly easy task today? Arthur Itis was absent, fair enough the knees were stiff, but not really painful at all. What’s going on here? I gained a semi-perpendicular stance and trotted off for a wee-wee.

WD 153.51.0 Which requires a further description for you to understand just how different this was to any that had gone before. As a classification, I’ve had to write a new one. I graded this and all the ones that followed today, as a DTAOWWTH (Dribble, tinkle, and-all-over, wee-wee, that hurt). I really should not have bothered, but the sensation that came with each release, told me I had was about to release a torrent of fluid. But never did? What next, Huh! When I was already in the wet room, conveniently, the Porcelain Throne was needed.

4Thu001A fairly good evacuation. Washed up and had a perusal of the legs with the aid of the camera.

I wonder if it really was my wearing the bamboo socks that have made the pins look so much better this morning? The toes felt more comfortable, and didn’t feel so cramped up if you know what I mean?

The few blood papsule had appeared, but no new spider-veins. The fluid retention was still there, but it was shared-out more evenly now, between the top and bottom halves of the pins, the ankles, and tootsies.

I’m already missing the gnarling of the knees. Like the nephelococcygiac I am, I enjoyed finding figures and patterns in the old knee cap area. Hehe!

Took the morning medications with an extra Codeine Phosphate to try and ease Headache Henrietta.

WD 153.51.0 I made a start on updating the Wednesday Diary and got it posted off to WordPress. Taking just three more DTAOWWTH wee-wees, and had an attack from Dizzy Dennis while I did it. 

4Thu05I got the Health Checks sorted out. With the sphygmomanometer needing three tries to get it to work.

Results looked fair enough apart from the Pulse going down to 72, from its previous readings of 90 for the last three checks? I didn’t use the scales today. (Well, I just knew I didn’t need them to know my weight had increased!)

Off for another DTAOWWTH. Even less flowed this time, and it had lost its colourisation?

WD 153.51.0 I checked the Emails.

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This means I will have to miss the third social hour in a row; if I collect them today. If I go tomorrow, I’ll miss seeing Jane and Pete! Life stinks sometimes!

4Thu04I don’t know why, but the brain started thinking of comestible eatables. Whatever I end up having for my nosh, later on, it will include the Nayoora Sicilian Marina tomatoes. Having unthinkingly paid a pound for each of the toms, I intend to enjoy them! Haha!

The Liberty-Global, Virgin Internet service was slow and kept going down and I could not save what I had done

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As I made a start on creating this load of tripe, I had to take another DTAOWWTH. The colour was very pale again.

4Thu05aIt was 06:25hrs, already.

I made a brew of the wonderfully tasty Glengettie tea, and photographicalised the scene through the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen windows, with its unreachable in safety to clean panes of glass.

Red sky in the morning – Shepherd Warning?

WD 153.51.0 Back to the computer, and… Tsk! I got this updated as far as here and went on the WP reader section.

The wee-wees were lessening now, one more and then they seem to have stopped altogether? It appears that phenakism is now creeping into my everyday life (Using the word, life, in its loosest sense). Hehe!

Then got the ablutions sorted out. 

WD 153.51.0 The activity of getting the PPs and socks on afterwards was worthy of being filmed! It would have come close to the merits of an Eric Sykes or Spike Milligan class script. And probably have earned some Comedy Award of some sort!

In defiance of things being a tad confused and my irritableness with things going wrong lately, I was in a decent mood, as I departed the flats to go 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, desarcination depot, Rumourmongering Clinic, habrobaniacal-elimination booth, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.  

2019 Feb 26aI spoke with Pole dancer, Leutnant Untersturmführeress Warden, and perimeter Guard Machine Gun nest Officer Deana.

We chatted, and in the hopes that she might pass it on to the other tenants when the Winwood Social hour began, about the Email and my I had to go to the chemists to pick up the prescription for the sock-glide and the socks. Because I could not see me getting back in time for the start of the Social-Hour.

4Thu06I said my farewells and set off, on the hobble to Carrington’s Pharmacy. With a feeling of oblectation; at the thought of at last getting the sock-glide and hosiery at long last! I thought of my beloved TFZer on Facebook, who mentioned the blue skies in a comment on one of last weeks photos, when I saw how blue they were again, as I limped down Winchester Street. Sandie, Janet, Marie, Shirley, and Linda I think it was who mentioned this. ♥

I walked down and left onto Mansfield Road. Where I called in the Oran International Food centre store. I came out with a loaf of bread, three slices of Polish pork shoulder, and a packet of Lemon Cream Wafers. Oh, and some Silesian thin cooked sausages.

I went all the way up the road and out of Sherwood and was going down into Carrington before I seemed to know it. The feet reminded me. Hehe! I pressed on with more of a 4Thu09struggle, after this. Tsk!

WD 153.51.0 As I pressed on, a naughty Nottinghamian Cyclist passed me by. I turned back and took this photo of the young ‘Herbert’. This does no good, I know!

WD 153.51.0 Minutes later as I neared the Carrington Chemist shop, another Nottinghamian Scum-Ball Pavement Cyclist was approaching me in the centre of the footpath, and he was riding with no hands guiding his handlebar! With pedestrians all around him.  I don’t mind in the least if he should fall off of his chosen form of transport and break a leg or more hopefully bleed to death before help can arrive.

But his putting others at needless risk, annoyed me. So much so, I spoke a few words to him as he went by me. I did not swear or curse, I just pointed out his antisocial riding on pavements was not only illegal but a danger to others, especially, when he was not in proper control! Oh, Yes!… In return, he questioned my parentage, told me to Go forth and multiply, and stuck a finger up at me. He added as he rode away, that I was a silly-old-man, but he used different wording! Ah well, the poor young unshaven thing was obviously too scared to ride his bike on the road a yet a cable bully. The lady all in black, behind the one in an amber coloured coat, advised me not to upset him, even if he was in the wrong, he’s a thug! I wish she’d been able to warn me earlier. Hehehe!

WD 153.51.0 Full of hope and expecting to pick up at long last, the prescriptions, I went into the chemists. The moment I got that infamous look that said: “Oh dear, him again!” I knew I was in for a disappointment.

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But, he did say he could phone me when they arrive, ETA a couple of weeks! I meekly pointed to my ears, I was devastated, I could not find the words or will-power to tell him about my hearing! He offered to send me an email, and I gave him my address.

A very let-down, disheartened, irritated and pissed off old man Inchcock muttered a thank you, and left the shop!

4Thu10I went to the bus stop, already too late to get any benefit from going to the Winwood Social hour, not enough in time.

I spoke with some pigeons at the bus stop. This really impressed the other people in the queue. Tsk!

But I was on such downer, it didn’t bother me. I couldn’t remember feeling so browned off, 4Thu11narked, resentful, aggrieved, piqued and irritated with things for many a year! And I felt a touch guilty about it.

While waiting for the bus, I took a shot of the blue sky over Carrington, I can post with some others to the TFZ site.

When a bus did arrive, it did not stop when a bloke put his had out. I didn’t notice if the PSV 4Thu12was full or not, and that was why he didn’t pull in. Oddly, this did not bother me?

Caught the next bus into Sherwood. I crossed over the pelican crossing and made my way to the Hall Street request stop. There would not be another L9 for forty-minutes yet, but a 40 bus that would take me part-way to Winwood Heights was due in ten-minute, so I caught that up Winchester Street, walked up from the bus 4Thu13stop, back to the flats.

Walking up by the garage and dry cleaners, I spotted something I missed on the way down Winchester Street earlier.

A lovely bit of Nottingham inherent nature.

As sweet as any rose methinks.

4Thu13aaI got to the top of Winchester Street, to Chestnut Grove, and took this photograph of the Winwood Heights in all its glory.

The small white cabin on the left, is the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. Where I was headed to try and catch at least some of the Winwood Social meeting.

I felt bad at having to miss it again. I’m sure the NHS keeps making appointments on a Thursday just to keep me away from it. Haha! I got in, but sensed that I was a naughty boy for being so late! Although, Cyndy, Gaynor, Doris, Nora along with and Frank. Bill (William on Sundays) were kind enough to have a natter with me. Even if it was one-sided with me wanting to moan about things, bless um! It was soon time to get off back to the flat, and it was a pleasure to be able to walk Nora back home. Which cheered me up!

Said my farewells to Nora as she left the lift (I should have taken her to her door really, Grumph!) and got in the apartment and got the computer on to update this blog, which took me until 16:00hrs! With the usual delays from Mr Fries!

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4Thu27I made some sarnies and chips for the nosh.

Such a tiring day, I fell asleep, into a deep welcoming, forget-your-woes, sleep.

WD 153.51.0 The landline light flashed. T’was Jane’s Pete, it seems I had missed sending them a link to the blog for yesterday, and they were concerned.

A niggly, frustrating day, with the odd sweet highlight!

 

Why Inchcock’s Confidence is at an all-time low. An Ode, laugh and a truth”

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Thoughts that Inchcock considers as vital information to pass-on to the younger generation, in a bid to help them decide when to top themselves.

Knowing what is coming to them in old age.

Here starteth the THOUGHTS of WOE

My confidence is at an all-time low,
Things I need, disappear, memories don’t flow,
What’s right, wrong or real, where to go,
Sometimes frustrated, I’ve a wee-wee overflow,
I can’t play an instrument, trumpet or piano!

I fall asleep anytime, anywhere, stunts my workflow,
A bag-of-nerves, no confidence, I’m going loco,
Will I ever regain my sanity? I just don’t know,
Losing my mobility capabilities is a severe blow!

Just some of the programmes I miss watching, though,
Red Dwarf, The A-Team, Heartbeat, Boon & Columbo,
All on Freeview now, but I can’t watch them though,
I can’t stay awake long enough to watch a TV show!

I eat foods from Idaho, Sesotho, Mexico, Morocco,
Montenegro, and Puerto Rico, as my stomach, does grow!
I can’t see my feet when stood up, you know!
Lost Faith in Muslim, Christianity, Gnosticism & Shinto!
In Tellurians, politicians, banks, and Boll-Weevils, too!

Getting up in a morning is a pitiful, painful fiasco,
As are bending, stretching and lifting things is also,
But the mental side, the brain burst into a crescendo,
But no ideas, aims, plans, designs or manifesto,
Always, I use the feeble excuse, “I’ll get it done tomorrow!”

In depression, moroseness I will often wallow,
Meekly go along with others, revealing no bravado,
The only solution is a brain transplant to undergo,
Then I can take lessons, in Judo and Aikido,
Become a Champion, a success, make lots of dough!

Go on TV with Richard Attenborough,
Defeat my enemies, crush my foe!
Become admired, a local hero!
Get a job in Santa’s Grotto!
Or should I just get blotto?

Just a few of the daily ailments below that you can expect.

I didn’t put the Kidney stones, blood poisoning or Mental Decay on the list for fear of making it sound a tad too bleak for the ankle-snappers!

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