Inchcocksi – Tuesday 28th July 2020:

TFZer Keeping at a Social Distance

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Tuesday 28th July 2020

Maori: Rātū 28 Hōngongoi 2020

03:00hrs: Within minutes of waking up, I’d ignored the nagging worry of something, whatever it was, I knew I had to remember this morning (Tsk!), had clambered out of £300, second-hand, c1968, none-operational, rusty, rickety, uncomfortable recliner, caught my balance, and with the aid of the four-pronged walking stick, I found myself in the kitchen. with the window open, with camera in hand, taking photographs out of the window of the morning views!

Nowt outstanding in this, I know. But I had to guess the getting up procedure I’d just done, due to a memory-blank. I really could not recall doing anything up to this point. The ailments are starting early this morning?

I went to get the kettle on, but it already was on. (Oh dearie me! – Hey-ho!) Then I got the sphygmomanometer and took the blood pressure and pulse. All the figures looked good enough for me. I used the stick thermometer, and it showed a figure today, of 84.4°, which I also think is good. The inner body seems to be doing okay, now if I can control the mind as well, there still may be hope for me. Hehehe!

As I began to download the photos from the SDCH card, the belated demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived from the innards. No messing about, I hobbled-hastily to the wet-room. But the solidity of evacuation prevented any movement, despite my having a go at the crossword while waiting and hoping for some activity.

So, off I limped to the kitchenette and partook in a mug of Macrogol in warm water. Then back to the computer, and started to download the pictures of my trip-around-Nottingham, to the computer. There were a few of them to sort out and remember about.

And, guess what? Yes! Down went the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet site! I did a Google search for any current problems and found this. Not the sarky first graphic, I made that up myself, Humph!

If Virgin, along with British Gas, would allow me to leave them, I would! But they get away with lying and giving wrong or dead links to use for this! The Swine! 

A beautiful morning, though!

I left the computer alone, as I got another call to the throne, so I went off to the wet-room zone, alone! (The poetry comes free, folks, Hehehe!)

By Jiminy, that Macrogol works quickly!

The legs looked fine this morning!

A bigger than a normal dollop of an evacuation started, along with the agony, bleeding and a little cursing on my behalf! A few words invented as well, like… ‘Eeerogleardamn’ and ‘Ooo, oo, argh!’ An awful lot of cleaning up and medicationalisationing was needed. Glunglegnatsworth!

 I got back to updating again when the internet returned. Then went on Facebooking.

Guess what? My viewing figures on WordPress, have dwindled suddenly? From 120, down to 58, and now 7? I’m worried if I’ve done summat wrong?

I finished and posted off the Monday blog (7 views only? I’m losing heart here!) Then went on the WP Reader section.

Humph! Then. the net disappeared again! 

This time for only a few minutes, though. Thank you, Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet!

Disheartened, I went to check on the mushrooms in the crock-pot. As you can see in the blurred photograph, I had to jump back as the steam came flying out!

That’ll teach me to be more careful! Haha!


My Brother-inLaw, Pete, who had his first treatment for the Big-C, yesterday, sent me a photo of the gear he got sent home with! Cor, Blimus! I replied, making him a belated Honourary Member of the ‘Official Medicationalisticalised Pill-popping Person’s  Association’. Well, it made him larf he said! Hehe!


My beloved Nurse Hristina arrived as I was cleaning the electric fire-front. She was obviously in a bit of a rush, but found time to give me a few minutes nattering session, which I appreciated no-end! I told her of the Podiatrist farce, but not complainingly. She offered to move the crunched-up carpet for me when she noticed I got a bit entangled in it with the stick, but I thanked her and declined. And sadly had to let her go, cause I could that she needed to, a busy gal! ♥

When I got back on the computer, Tsk!

I decided to do a Google check on the other internet suppliers as well.

I was suspicious when I saw a similar pattern to each one? It seems to me, to be one of the biggest cons since decimalisation! I assume the red dotted line, indicates the average speed, or complaints, for the given time? Liberty-Global, being the lowest?

I took a shot of the end car park on Chestnut Walk, from the balcony. I wouldn’t risk injury by trying to open the lethal metal spring clip, that needs pressing and pulling at the same time to use. (A fitter actually trapped his finger on in last March! Honest!) So I hung out of one of the front windows as far as I dare. Mainly to get the photo of four read vehicles for my cyber-mate Billum Ziegler, in Ohio, I think. Hehe!

I made up some waste bags to go to the chute, and made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea… and had to shoot back off to the Porcelain Throne, in a panicky rush!

How embarrassing, I didn’t get there in time! I felt so ashamed, guilty, and angry with myself! I blamed myself as well, I shouldn’t have taken the Macrogol so hastily. Still, it proves that it works. After a lengthy cleaning up session and medicationalisationing, I was a different person when I got back to the computer. The enthusiasm had gone. Whatever I’d done wrong to get so few views, and now this Porcelain Throne stigma and disaster had got to me. 

Then I heard what sounded like a car horn being pressed angrily, it sounds like it was right in the room, to my left? Was it the alert alarm box, the light on it had gone off? Someone outside on the road, I looked outside from the balcony, but could see nothing untoward? Checked that the landline was still working, that was fine? on it. The Virgin box still had lights lit on it?… Then I heard what sounded like someone breathing out and it was loud? It came from the area where the alarm, Virgin box and telephone were situated? Gawd, I’m all confused again!

I got back to the waste-bag sorting and loaded the three-wheeler up, it couldn’t take any more bags. Hehe!

The wind was getting up as I waited patiently for a lift to arrive. Then I realised I’d left the camera in the hallway. So I nipped back into the flat to collect it from the radiator where I’d left it.

When I got back out to the lift lobby, I’d missed the elevator. So waited patiently for the tenants lift to arrive. The constructor-only lift came three times, and I had to send it back up, to get the tenants one to come to me. Ah, well, at least I got down, eventually.

I hobbled out of the lobby, to the waste bin. And as the recycling bags were smaller than normal, I coped with getting them in the small opening. I went into Smug-Mode! But not for long, when I realised I had not dropped the two black down the waste chute, so I’ll take them back up with me, on the way back and deposit them down the chute.

I waddled along Chestnut Walk, taking some photos, and popped into the new Winwood Extra Care Court.

Where the Wardens Holding Cells, Interrogation room, and office are located. To see Laptop Model, Warden Deana. There was no one in the office.

Not that it mattered.  I’d forgotten why I was calling in the first place. Thundeclumphead, that’s me!

I also suffer, with Ethonomia you know! Hahaha!

Another picture was taken on the way back. I did notice that the string wind seemed to be only around my Woodthorpe Court area?

I went in through the Caretakers door, and unfortunately, bothered Caretaker Robert, who was having his nosh! But he was alright about it. He took the black bags from, bless him. We had a mini-natter, and I told him about the NHS only treating people, well the NHS Podiatrists, with bad circulation in their feet. I said my farewells and went out to the ground floor lift lobby.

Another long wait. Several folks were in front of me in the queue. The tenant’s lift was moving twixt the 9th and thirteenth floors for ages! Then I spotted a note on the board, about a window cleaner who was calling on at Woodthorpe Court, on Thursday 6th August. We had to put out names and flat numbers on the form if we wanted him to call on us.

I nipped back and pestered Robert again, to loan, or should or borrow a pen so I could sign up? Signed, and took the pen back to the caretaker.

By the time I made it back to the elevators, two new tenants were there. The tenant and a construction worker got in the same residents lift together. Then it was my turn for the next free lift.

You wouldn’t believe how long I had to wait. The tenants lift again started going twixt the 9th and 14th floor, repeatedly. While I waited, the Constructor only cage came down to the ground floor about three times. Very confusing? Still, it was interesting!

I got inside the flat, stored the three-wheeler in the hallway, and got the kettle on (first things first!), made a brew of Glengettie. While I was in the kitchen, I eventually heard the landline ringing, I got to it as fast as I could, but missed it. Back to making the brew, and it happened again, and I was too late getting to it again!

I rang to see if it was Jenny, but no. She remembered the 1471 number, I thanked her, and tried it. The number ringing was 07786……. I tried to find who it was on Google. All I got as ‘Do not ring back: this is possible a scam or con! So I didn’t!

I had a moment or two of ponderisationing. The Morrison order is coming late today, 17:00 > 18:00hrs. And as I unslept the computer, an email came in from Morrisons, they do not have any egg mayonnaise! I let Jenny know that the flour would be here and roughly when. She asked me to phone her when it arrives, and she will nip up to collect it.

Well, no egg mayonnaise! Tsk! I’ll do an Iceland order methinks, and get some, also add eggs so when Jenny explains to me how to, I can make my own.

Done it!

I noticed the sky was so beautiful, I risked life and limb by taking a shot of it from outside the balcony window. But realised when it came to putting it on here, it was not so good as I thought it would be. Red-eye and I caught the window edge on it! Oh, well!

The egg-Mayonnaiseless Morrison order could be arriving anytime now.

I’m getting tired and have a feeling, I’ve forgotten something? Mmm!

When the food order comes, I’ve got to call Jenny, hello, she’s just sent me an email! I’ll investigate it. Haha!

Must stay awake, not nod-off, but the eyelids are getting heavy.

To tired to concentrate now, I might turn off Computer Cameron for a bit, or longer.

Oh, I’ve got some diabetic socks coming tomorrow, the longer ones. Of course, it’s been that long since I’ve worn any, it might be amusing using and injuring myself with the sock-glide again. Oh, yes!

Aha, the latest Coronavirus updates just come through. A little concerning,

Today: Additional cases on Tuesday 28 July 2020: 581.
The total number of COVID-19 associated UK deaths 45,878.
Deaths of people who have had a positive test result: 119 Additional deaths on Tuesday 28 July 2020.
Fighting off the fatigue, and I’ve got the nosh to do yet. Poor old thing! Hahaha! Can’t be long now, it’s ten minutes to the end of the hour for the delivery?
Then it dawned on me, as the hour of the delivery passed with nothing arrived yet. The call might have been from the driver to say he’d be late for some reason? But the magic red-letter warning from the Google inquiry, prevented me being brave enough to try ringing it. Oh, dearie me! 
Then I thought, oh, dearie me, (I do that a lot, you’ve noticed, I bet?) and wondered if he’s left the stuff outside the door? I went to check. Nope!
Gone 18:30hrs now! I phoned Jenny to let her know and explained the possible cock-up!
After I’d taken these shots across the sky, from left to right, from the kitchen window, and the glom got me down even more. I sat down to put then on here, and the late sun burst through?
I was battling against falling asleep still, and it was a right struggle-and-a-half, I feel the need to tell you!
The sun, shone through the balcony windows, and when I picked up the Nikon to put the SDH card back in it, it was so hot, I nearly dropped the camera! I had to close the blinds.
An hour and a half later, the Morrison delivery arrived. It was the driver who was ringing me earlier. Jenny and Frank, bless ”em came to help me sort the stuff out, I handed the flour over while they were up in the flat. ♥♥♥
I am now going to get meal cooked and will take the tale up again on the Wednesday post, cause I’m shattered
Food and sleep, seem my greatest needs, at the moment! Hehehe!.

Inchcockumski – Thursday 16th July 2020: Not too good today healthwise. So, nothing new there! Hehehe!

TFZer Beauty Gladys

Thursday 16th July 2020

Icelandic: Fimmtudaginn 16 Júlí 2020

03:40hrs: I woke with bits of a dream lingering, and wrote down some scribbled reminders to use here: In the dreaming, I was no longer the wiseacre, but a sage, a patriarchal doyenne, a lector: I was up high on a stage, with thousands of people around that wanted to ask me for advice, guidance… I arrive late; the trolley bus broke down… there were guards or bodyguards, each wearing Robin Hood outfits? All confusing, I then found I was in a chair, an electric execution chair, and people started to come in one at a time to ask a question: I got annoyed because all they wanted to know was how to make money, the lottery numbers, horse race and football match results, and winners, etc. and so on. That’s it I’m afraid, no idea if I was electrocuted or what?

As I put down the writing pad, the need for the Porcelain Throne usage arrived, and pretty urgent, it was, too! No hesitation, I was up and out of the c1968, second-hand, none-working recliner, got the stick, and hobbled limpingly to the wet room (Oh, the poor feet and toes!) in significant discomfort.

It was a quick but painful, messy, smelly, sticky evacuation. Cleaning up and medicationing after the event, took me ages and was not a comfortable experience.  The tootsies were terribly-tender,

Stubbing my tender uncut toenails against the seat raisers metal legs, was not a good idea either. Argh! Gragglespitgurgle!

Cleaned up and off to the kitchenette. Did the Health Checks. The hemadynamometer indicated that the BP SYS was still going back up higher. Cragknackles! Took the medications, and then I made a brew of my beloved Thompsons Punjabi tea.

The sky looked beautiful again, the clouds seemed to be thickening.

The ‘Hum’ was about as loud as it’s ever been. Will mankind, the scientist, the governments ever find out what is causing this? I suppose not.

I managed to take a shot out of the unwanted, unliked, rain letting in, photographer and old people-hating designed new kitchen windows, of Chestnut Walk. Not many folks around yet.

Then on the computer and made a start on this blog, as far as here, then updated the Wednesday diary. Sounds easy, doesn’t it? I wasn’t, took me hours! Poor old thing. Haha!

Posted it off to WordPress, then I went on Facebooking.

Then, it was time for the ablutionalisationing to be done. So I did! Back in a bit, folks!

As I was going into the wet room, the Post-Micturition After-Dribble, leaked again, as a Pre-Dribble! Oh, dearie me! But this did not stop my embarrassment, no that’s not a strong enough word. Mortification is closer. Perhaps the one I want is ‘Shame’. The PPs proved their worth again! Luckily I was about to have a shave and shower.

  • The teeth cleaning upset Toothache Thomas, again, as expected. But I think it was a little less painful this morning.
  • The shaving went reasonably well, a few razor dropsies, and just the one nick of the flesh.
  • The showering had a few annoyances, I’m afraid. The showerhead had a life of its own, and this resulted in about five dropsies! How the heck it hasn’t been broken yet, is beyond me!
  • A couple of visits from Shaking Shaun, but nothing serious in the injury stakes, just one clouting of the head on the right-hand grab-bar as I bent down to retrieve it. 
  • No toe stubbings!   
  • One swing of the towel over my head to dry my back, and just about everything on the floor cabinet top was knocked off onto the floor.

The medicating went well. Little inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding, or even sore! The furuncles were not too bothersome. However, Harolds Haemorrhoids were smarting in the extreme!

I departed and got some clothes on, well, someone just might call on me. Haha!

I got my bath towel washed. Done, rung and hung of a coat hanger above the kitchenette sink to start drying, when it lost its wetness, I’ll move in onto the flat airer. It’ll likely be about September by then!

I put the kettle on and thought about having a few biscuits, or even a mini-apple pie, but as the belly wobbled, heaving the rest of the body with it when I turned towards the fridge, I decided against it. Guilt reared its ugly head! Hahaha!

I got the other white towel out, got it on the stand-up airer, warming ready to be used tonight.

As I turned to come back, I caught my right foot toes on a leg of the airer. My language uttered silently, thank heavens, was not very good, indeed, it was naughty! Tsk!

As I made a mug of Glengettie tea, the clouds seemed to be getting thicker, but no rain.

I did some updating on this blog, and then went on CorelDraw to try again to get some graphics done for the headers, I’m right out of them now.

Oh, heck, Dizzy Dennis has come at me full blast. Going hazy. I’ll have to stop and get settled down.

While I was sat quietly, the phone went and it was Brother in law Pete. I’d not sent him the link for the blog. I’m not sure what else we spoke about, but I reckon we had a laugh about something. I found some scribble on the pad when I got back up later. It must be when he’s going back in for the treatment. ‘Pete – Wednesday 10:15hrs’ I’ve written.

I got back down after the call, but could not get to sleep, which I wanted so badly. But things cleared, the fog in the brain faded, and I got some nosh sorted out.

Rice, mushrooms, tomatoes and chicken. I used the rice cooker for the first time for this meal. Turned out okay. Nothing special, but enough to make me feel a bit better in myself after I’d eaten it. Mind you, the pot didn’t half take some cleaning afterwards A flavour-rating of 7/10.

As I was washing the pots, Dizzy Dennis returned, but mercifully, only for a few scary minutes. I still decided to get back down and try to get some kip. But it was no good, I even put the TV on, that usually gets me off into slumber, but not tonight!

After an hour or so, I decided to get back up again, and on the blogging, WordPress Reading, comments etc, that I had not done yet. updating.

Oh, I’ll send the link off for Pete first!

I made a mug of Thompsons Punjabi tea. The evening medications were taken, better late than never!

Checked on the local Coronavirus latest. Then tried to get some graphics done on CorelDraw.

I did manage to do two more, but fatigue, tiredness and Nicodemus’s. neurotransmitters meant I had to get this finished and posted off, then get a drink and summat to eat, and hopefully, some Sweet Morpheusness!

Inchcockski – Monday 13th July 2020: Nurse to give me a bit of fuss and attention today! Hurrah!

TFZer Model of the Day

Monday 13th July 2020

Afrikaans: Maandag 13 Julie 2020

05:10hrs: I came back to semi-life, and as is usual lately, needed a wee-wee within minutes. But overnight, there had been no call to the Throne or bucket. In fact, I’d forgot to bring the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) to the room at all. I was so tired last night, after being up for over fifteen hours, this being the reason for my latest hour of waking for many a month!

I still felt a little drained mentally. With a degree of alacritousness, I got my wobbly over-sized stomach, and skinny limbs free of the recliner got the stick, and made my way to the wet room, without any injury, or nervous-making incidents! Slight-Smug-Mode-Enjoyed!

The evacuation was another RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) wee-wee, with the Post Micturition after-dribble taking longer to wait for it to finish, than the wee-weeing itself. As they told me when I was diagnosed as Diabetic, this is called Diabetes insipidus, if I remember correctly.

I washed and made my way to the kitchenette. I remembered that a nurse will be coming today to take a blood sample for the Anti-Coagulation & Deep Vein Thrombosis Hospital Clinic (I love that title!) What time and which of the Vampire Angels it will be,  is anyone’s guess.

I almost made a faux pas and injected an Enoxaparin hypo into my stomach. Not on the list for today, until after the blood is taken, got back to the hospital, tested, and then I’ll be informed of the results (hopefully) by phone later on. I took a shot with the Canon camera, of the current selection of needle-work art in my elephantine belly. The last one, the biggest, has kept its colour well as it fades slowly.

I got the kettle on and did the Health Checks. Well, well, well, the SYS has tumbled down at last. A sign that perhaps the injections will not be needed after today’s blood-test results. I sense that the INR will be about 2.9 this time. I’ve no idea why; it’s just a feeling I’ve got. Be interesting to see how far I’ll be out? The temperature showed up as just ‘Low’.

The view outside was a little bright, I thought. Then recalled how late it is in the day. I hoped that this Monday would be a lot easier on me, luck-wise.

I got the computer on, and fancy that, what a surprise, the Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet was down!

I decided that I’d get the ablutions done, so I can be all clean and sparkling for the nurse when she arrives (Hahaha!), and the internet might be back on afterwards as well.

ABLUTIONALISTICALISATIONING ACTIVITIES REPORT

  • Just as for the last four days or so now, as I got into the wet room and was stripping off, the need for a Porcelain Throne session developed. A marathon again, rock-solid, painful, and of a ginormous size.
  • I spent a while on the crosswording, while the stop-start progress caused me even more agony than yesterday’s did! Bloodletting-silent-howls! Not messy, though, and less bleeding.
  • It didn’t matter how careful and gentle I was, the first contact of the toothbrush with the molars, made me cringe with pain. Still, at least it took my mind off of the rear-quarters pain. Hehe!
  • I didn’t drop either the brush or toothpaste today!
  • The shaving started, and I soon had three cuts, several razor dropsies, and when I let the shaving-foam can drop, the blooming thing hit the seat raise and bounced back, landing right on my poor little toe!
  • The flannel, soap (3), and the aftershave bottle were dropped. No damage caused, though!

Flipping heck, the legs looked really pale and anaemic!

The ankle ulcer had died down nicely, mind you. I noticed some scratch marks on the right leg, and it was far thinner than the left one was?

It looked like the hairs were having another try at growing again? They’ll all be gone in a day or two. It’s been like this since the heart op. Still, it makes for a bit of interest.

The scars seem to be getting a little more prominent? Or perhaps with the skin being so ghostly white, the show up more?

I wouldn’t be overly surprised if, when I eventually get released from the isolationing, someone tells me I’m dead. Hahaha!

At last, I got back to the computer, and the internet was working again. Phew!

I got the Sunday blog finished. But it was hard work. Posted it off, I answered some lovely comments. Then I went on Facebooking for a while.

I found out that Sandie, the lovely lady who started the TFZ Troll Free Zone site, had passed away. We all knew she had been diagnosed with cancer. Sandra was coping well with her problems and had recently bought a new car, that she was over-the-moon with. I could not stay on the site, I was heartbroken. Even writing this blog is challenging. But, I know life must go on. Bless Sandies Memory! ♥

Some tap-tapping, knock-knocking and drill-drilling noises started. So the contractors must be getting close to doing out flats.

The door chimes rang out there ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫, tune. I hoped it would be a nurse! Hahaha! It was Josie returning the tray, plate and cutlery from her meal yesterday. She said it was nice.

I started doing some graphics on CorelDraw.

The intercom sounded and lit up – this time it was the nurse, Christina! She said she was in a hurry. But chatted while she took my blood. I showed her the state of my toenails and feet, and she rang the clinic for me to find out if I could get an appointment yet. They put her on hold, and Christina got a call on her phone.

She was needed elsewhere urgently. So she had to ring off of the phone and rush off. Life can be a swine at times!

The tap-tapping, knock-knocking, and drill-drilling noises continue, on and off, from somewhere above, and close. Can’t be helped, though!

A phone call from Jenny. She’ll ring me back. I couldn’t find any emails from the gal? She kindly ordered me some lemon bleach and lemon mousse, bless her.

I put in an order with Iceland. A few things were shown as unavailable on the web site. The most important being the lemon bleach.

They only had Domestos available. And that I consider over-priced, and rated. The Surami sticks are still not obtainable, but they had some on Shrimp flavour, which is not as good, and dearer than the fish ones. Shame!

Getting tired again now. (Poor old sausage!) I Got the potato slices in the oven cooking. Nervous, that I didn’t get delayed on my little journey, and forget about the oven being left on!

Then took down the sorted rubbish backs to the rubbish bin, and waste chute. I rather overloaded the three-wheeler guide trolley with the bags. Just as well that I forgot to take the recycling glass jars as well. I espied the new colour for the walls that the contractors are in the middle of doing. Turquoise, I think?

The lift took a while to come. Only to be expected with only one available for tenants during the day.

I got it eventually, and out into the lift lobby. Then around to the right through the caretakers’ passage and out to the bins. A caretaker kindly took the big recycling bags from me. He told me the glass recycling bin was full of alcohol empties. (Hahaha! I wasn’t surprised!) So it didn’t matter that I’d forgotten the glass jars. No point in me leaving them on the floor, cause the prowling neighbourhood yobbo-kids would only smash them. I’ll try again later in the week.

The caretaker bloke and I had a mini-natter.

He suggested they swap the industrial-sized bin, to use for the glass empties and the small one for the recycling. (Which made me larf out loud!) Haha!

As I limped back inside the flats lobby doors, I took a few photographicalisation, so we can remember what mayhem we have been put through for the last… how long is it now? Must be near three-years or more. The dang Coronavirus has played havoc. With the time-table and plans of getting the job finished.

But they are back at it again, bless ’em! It’s comforting to hear their noises, and back on the job.

Through to the lift lobby and waited patiently for the lift.

During which the one (Contractors only during the day), we are not to use, kept arriving. And some folks came in straight into the cage, without a care in the world, even gave me a funny look as I stuck to the rules and awaited the tenant’s elevator to arrive.

Then another tenant did the same thing! I even got a sneer from him! Huh! Still, it’s not for me to complain! They may have been visitors. Can’t say I’ve seen any of them before.

I got back up to the apartment and placed the trolley in the corner, with a little difficulty. And checked on the cooking in the oven, all was fine! Phew!

I got the nosh served up. The sausages (canned) had been left in the saucepan in water from the can, with added Hickory liquid smoke to season them a bit for hours. Very flavoursome, too! Beetroot, potato salad, and sliced potatoes cooked in the oven. Some red and green seedless grapes were sorted from those that had gone wrinkly and crinkled. Some fresh ones being delivered on Wednesday, I hope.

Got the washing up done, and down in the recliner, Where I had a few thoughts, about my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour-propred, Brother-in-law Pete. He goes into hospital tomorrow for his PET scan. I hope all goes well, I’ll be looking at the City Hospital Tuesday, at the time he’s due to go in, and send the lad some “Healing and hopeful thoughts through the ether!” All the very best, Pete, mate!

A late burst of sunshine came through the balcony windows. That’s the new one with the doors that do not close or lock. The feet were up on the swivel chair resting, and I took a snap of the uncut toes. But they did look in better shape than of late. I wondered why?

I remembered I’d forgot, a touch of anamesia there, to ask anyone for help from the many photographers out there, who might know. Earlier, it might even have been yesterday, I wanted to try and do one the wider photographs where you press and move the camera then press again to stop it. I used to use this before the stroke, but cannot for the life of me, remember which icon to set for it. Shaking Shaun, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicododemus’s neurotransmitters were collectively behaving well at the time, and I’d hoped to get a shot of the skyline. Not a lot of hope of holding the camera steady enough, mind. I started using each selection around the dial, but by then, the twitching and shaking had returned. Oy-oy-oy! I thought I’d ask, so I will know which one to use quickly if ever the shaker-ailments should all become calm at the same time again when the camera is handy in the kitchen. I waffled on there a bit, didn’t I, sorry. 

I got the TV on and played a Boon DVD. I was amazed that I stayed awake for the first two parts, (Mind you, it was one the better episodes, and I’d not viewed it for years) and took this photo from the chair, in celebration. Hahaha!

Next thing I remember, is waking up around four in the morning, with the remote control still on my chest, and in need of the Porcelain Throne. No waking for wee-wees then! At long last, Sweet Morpheous!

Inchcock – Sat 11 July 20: Good job I don’t suffer from Trypanophobia! Atychiphobia and Defecaloesiophobia, Yes!

TFZer Joyce

Saturday 11th July 2020

Malay: Sabtu 11 Julai 2020

04:25hrs: Over a couple of hours, I kept waking thinking, and nodding off again. This was not a reluctance to get up, as much as a desire to stay in the second-hand, c1968 recliner, where I felt safe from fears and problems. Combined with the tiredness of mammoth proportions. Even though when first stirring, I’d had at least six-hours kip? All very confusing!

(Ah, but maybe not, it could be due to all the Enoxaparin I’ve had to inject into my muscular, Adonis-like, young, fit, vibrant, healthy body?) “

My determination to resist rising and getting all active and stuff like that was a first for me. The main expergefactor that got me up from the sickeningly beige-coloured, not working recliner, was the need for a wee-wee. (That bit is customary for me, Hehe!) I was up and on my agonising feet, without any accidents at all. I painfully hobbled my way to the wet room.

I had to accinge to micturate this time. For it was, unfortunately, an RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) wee-wee. Followed by a most stubborn and lengthy period of Post-Micturition dribbling. This made me have to change into new PPs. The old ones had a sign that didn’t cheer me up any, Little Inchies fungal lesion had been leaking blood overnight. I didn’t do any cleaning up or medicating at the time, for it had dried, and I was lucky to get the old PPs off, without breaking the crusting, and thought better of making it worse still. The medicationalisationing of this area is something I have to look forward to yet. Thunderglobberisations!

I had a good clean up and wiped the contact surfaces with antiseptic. Then I got the Enoxaprinisationing dealt with.

I cunningly placed the Nikon on the airing grid, where I keep the Enoxaparin, contaminated sharps bin and paperwork. And took a photo (Sorry about showing my bulbous, Buddha Belly) as I injected myself. Clever, eh? All went well. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

I seemed to be in a photographers-mode artistically (For some unknown reason). I placed the emptied hypodermic on the edge of a counter and put myself in front of it, thus having the steadier left hand free, to click the Nokia with.

Then took a snap of myself as I was placing the needle into the yellow Sharps Box.

Then I filled in the details in the City Care log. Then got the Health Checks done. 

Oh, bloomin’ ‘ecky thump! Just look at the SYS and DIA readings!

I wonder if this is because I took the reading after doing the injection? I usually do it the other way around, BP first? Mmm! I’ll do a Google search to find out if I can. Hang on, back in a bit!

I’m glad I looked now. Got this bit of relative-to-me info about side-effects:

  1. An increased potential risk for dangerous protracted bleeding. (Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding?)
  2. Impaired haemostasis, including thrombocytopaenia (usually considered safe to give if platelets>50). (Well, I do have venous thromboembolic diseases, including Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis?)
  3. A recent ischaemic stroke (usually considered safe to give 1 month after the stroke) (Well, I do suffer from venous thrombosis (phlebitis) (Yes, I have Venous thrombosis [phlebitis])
  4. Uncontrolled severe hypertension (systolic BP> 200mmHg, diastolic BP> 100 mmHg)
  5. Diabetic retinopathy. (Well, I have just been diagnosed early last month as being diabetic?)
  6. Recent neuro- or ophthalmic surgery. (Well, this doesn’t ring any bells?)

I’m in the team for the first five side-affects. I’m glad that number four pointed out the systolic BP> 200mmHg, diastolic BP> 100 mmHg, not that I understand it all, mind you.

But the mention of Systolic BP and 200mmHg relates to today’s reading. Maybe?

I’ll look it up and try to find out just what it means. Okay, now I’m sorry I looked it up. I’ve not got the foggiest idea what it all means, so, best for me to forget it and not to do self-research on the web again! (But, I bet I will do!) I just don’t have the literacy to understand things enough. What with my dyscalculia, and since the stroke, arithmophobia. Hehehe! Shame!

I wonder if the prescriptions will arrive today, as promised by Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store? I sense they might. But I’ve been wrong before!

I took the medications and got a calling from the suddenly rumbling innards for the Porcelain Throne being needed. So, hasty-hobble to the wet room.

Aha, a better session this time! Admittedly things took a while to kick-off. But when the action started, it was so much quicker and far less painful than it has been of late.

Although, I was nearly caught out by a late arrival of an after-torpedo, that noisily clunked out into the bowl unexpectedly! Luckily I had not moved as I was deep into the crossword book at the time. Phew! A smidge of bleeding, but not messy or over-odorous!

Cleaned things up, and off to the computer. Where I got very-belatedly on with updating the Friday post. Which took hours to finish. Better late than never? Got the link sent off. Only about five wee-wees were taken during these hours, all of the RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) variety.

Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and ate few seedless grapes.

Then set up a pose to photograph the poor toes and feet. I took it with the flash on, with the Nikon and it came out pretty much as the eye saw it through the lens-viewer for once. The excessive colouring, I put down to the flash being used.

The pain from the toes was worse than yesterday, and the right-foot Hallux Rigidus toe was starting to hide behind the other, digits! (Not so Rigidus nowadays, Haha!) The right big toe was painful when I tried to pull it away from under the next toe. Not good this, just what I needed, something else to give me grief! Globblegripes!

I went onto the WordPress reader for a while. Then caught up so very late, on Facebooking.

Then sudden fatigue arrived (So early in the day as well!) I’d better get the nosh going before I fall asleep. But no, I must not fall asleep at all, the prescriptions should be arriving. Confusionablities Reigns!

As I got in the hallway, I actually heard a plopping sound and went to investigate. Aha, it was the belated INR test results for the last two Vampire Nurse visits. They were for the 7th & 9th June. Next one on Monday. INR level, the 9th, 1.3, and the 10th 1.8, so on the way back up again. I envisage that my Monday, it will be within range and the Enoxaparin injections will cease. (He mutters, full of confidence. Haha!)

I took this snap from the kitchenette window, for two reasons. One, to show you why I keep mentioning the view-blocking status of the windows. The old ones, which were great, unlike these so-called upgraded ones, didn’t let the rain in, had just one sheet of glass to clean, and a 180° turn around for cleaning, the new ones have three panes of glass that cannot be reached by those of us with disabilities for washing. The designers who thought these unreachable to clean, light and view-blocking, thick-frames windows were suitable for elderly folks. The designers just must have been gerontophobia (hatred or fear of the elderly) sufferers! Sorry, got carried away there! Hehehe!

I spent a lot of time preparing this meal. It looked and smelt goodish. Once served up, I almost hastened to the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken-not-working rickety recliner. Put something on TV that had subtitles, and started to tuck into the meal!

A sausage and mouthful of potato salad later (15 seconds), the intercom chimed out. It was a lady volunteer, bless her, bringing me the prescriptions from the dentist. Great timing! Ah, I wrote the dentist; I meant Chemist. (Toothache Thomas on my mind!) Sorry! Fancy that, me making a mistake (Hahaha!)

I thanked her muchly for her kindness in helping me out.

They had sent a new Sharps Bin, and I tried to get the lid to fit on it. After several tries and dropping it a few times, I decided to get back to the fodder-eating duties and try the lid again later. Tsk!

Despite it going rather gone cold now, I ate up all of the meal. Still gave it a 6/10 for the Taste-Rating. Then got the pots washed, again a few dropsies, plenty of mess to clean up, but no injuries or breakages. Smug-Mode-Engaged! The view through the kitchen window, well, hanging perilously out of the window, was gorgeous. Look at those cloud formations! Bootiful!

I then got the Enoxaparin injection tended to.

For some reason, the needles hurt going in tonight. Methinks with Shaking Shaun already having made me drop a few items in the past hour, and make mistakes in the typing earlier, he may have had a min-bash at me as I was depressing the pushrod on the hypodermic?  I did a bit of rearranging in the old waste bin and made some room to get more in. Smug-Mode-Adopted again! Hehe!

I got the Nottingham Care sheets updated in the folder.

I took the medications and treated the various parts of my magnificent, manly, youthful, honed and toned body in need of it.

I got settled down back into the £300, secondhand, c1968, none-operational, rickety recliner, and turned on the TV, with the headphones on. I was soon off in the land of Sweet Morpheous!

But not for long, I sprang awake thinking I’d been in the land of Nod for hours and realised it had only been for a couple of minutes. Grufflemoan! And was, I thought, in need of the Porcelain Throne. All the signs were there, the sharp innards stabbings, the escapages of little puffs of wind from the rear end, etc.

So I climbed out of the recliner, caught my balance, grabbed the walking stick and off to the wet room – Stubbing my toe against the Ottoman en route! Argh!

No time for self-moaning over the pain, I was sure I was at risk of a major embarrassment, and would not make it to the Throne in time! I dropped the PPs going through the door, and landed with a thud on the seat… and waited, had a go at the crossword book, bided my time, waited, whistled, picked my nose, and ended up praying for some action, movement or activity from the rear quarters. But it was not to be. Whatever was inside the innards wanting to be released, felt rock solid, and apart from a weak unwilling wee-wee, and some passing of wind, nothing moved!

I’d been caught out like this before. A week or two ago, in the same situation, I got up to return to wherever I was, and ‘things’ started, and I did not make it back to the wet room in time! Jolly disconcerting and embarrassing! So, I held my ground, and started on the crosswording as I waited, and waited, and waited! Nope, nothing moved!

I decided to take a sachet of Macrogol. Off to the kitchen, glad I did now, the evening sun-down view was great!

I made myself a spring water and orange cordial drink. Ate a few seedless grapes and returned to the £300, c1968 recliner.

I’m taking it that I fell asleep almost straight away. Because there are no memories available to draw on in the grey-cells box. Hey-ho!

Inchcockski – Wed 1st July 2020: A less naufrageous day!

TFZer Pattie

Wednesday 1st July 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 1af Gorffennaf 2020

03:00hrs: I’d had about six hours kip! But, somewhat unfortunately broken for many wee-wees of the RPD (Reluctant-Painful-Dribbling) variety, of a cloudy grey colour. But no complaints about this, for I felt a little livelier this Wednesday morning. That is of the mind, not physically, for Saccades, Sandra woke at the same time as I did. Psychologically, I was frisky, but with a mental unclarity, with certain inveterate stupefactions lingering in the background? Uncertainties, lack of confidence and unrecognisable fears.

But, I certainly appreciated getting some Sweet Morpheus in. Albeit, with some vertiginousness of mind, and a lingering unexplained nervousness and apprehension. Why? That is the question that needs an answer. Preferably with kyriolexy, and not some obscure dug-out, with vague logicality’s in the explanation, that encourages only further confusions and worries. I waffled on there a bit, sorry!

I extracted my humungous heavily-bellied body from the recliner, caught my balance, and woggled off, stick in hand, to the wet room for another wee-wee. The same mode again, and taking this, the need for the Porcelain Throne to be sat on arrived.

One of the more excruciating sessions this one! Not messy, Karki in colour. Massive, and a bit bloody. All finished in record time, though. Which is probably why it stung so much.

The pins and plates looked a little battered and bruised. But they weren’t hurting any more than usual? The pins looked like they had lost a bit of weight? The knees have not looked so good in a long time, is Arthur Itis on holiday? Hahaha! The veins seemed to be making their minds up whether to surface or not today? 

I got freshened up and a new pair of PPs on, and with no injuries as well!

I did take a moment to outstare the Sock-Glide before I left the wet room. If he had eyes, they would have been glaring at me, threateningly! Desperate to draw blood and bruise me, supply my fingers with more black welts again! He must be in a right bad mood now! With the toes uncut for so long, it’s been months since I’ve been able to wear socks or shoes, it’s just too painful.

I’m dreading the Podiatrist opening, firstly the agony of having the nails cut, the ulcer bled and the corns trimmed! But mostly, the fear of having to use the sock-glide again! I still have scars from my last battle with the dreaded Sock-Glide in April. I’m wandering off-course again here! A moment of insanity mayhaps, sorry about that!

Off to the kitchen, where the twinkling lights of Nottingham greeted me through the unwanted, light & view-blocking windows. I got the kettle on and opened one of them to take these photos, and the wind was nippy as it blew in. I took the first shot in Auto mode, the second in the Night Landscape mode.

I got a mug of Glengettie Gold tea poured out, and the need for a wee-wee returned, so, off to the wet room. And what a change in style this release was! A PLAVC (Long-Painful-And-Various-Coloured) mode. I swear it changed colour half-way through, from a cloudy grey to an even more cloudy orange?

The health checks were done. The Sys and Dia were a bit higher this time, the ear temp showed as ‘Low’.

I got on the computer and started to update the Tuesday post. Saccades Sandra and Dizzy Dennis bothered me a bit. But fantastically, Nocodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shoulder-Shuddering -Shirley were both being kind to me. Confusionalising me!

With determination, I got the updating finished, but Saccades Sandra mainly, caused it to be a three-hour-plus job! I had to keep stopping to wait for the vision focusing to return. Three wee-wees were needed during this session. All three of them were of the PASL (Powerful-Apricot-Short-Lived) variety. But it makes wee-weeing a bit more interesting, not knowing what colour or how powerful things will be!

When they lasered the Cancer in the bladder, I recall the Doctor telling me that this change of colouration may initially be active. Hehehe! That was in 1982, and it’s just started!)

I went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea and nibbled some seedless grapes while the kettle boiled. When I realised I had eaten such a lot of grapes, it dawned on me, I had not turned the kettle on. So I did!

I took a shot from the light and view-blocking, unliked kitchen window, to the left, and then right.

As I made the tea, I had to hobble off for another wee-wee. This time it was a rare, SFRTFC (Strong-Forceful-Reluctant-To-Finish-Cloudy) one, back to deep orange in colour. Still, it kept the interest going. What will the next one be like, I thought, TTPOT, (Thrusting Tyrian Purple Trickling mode?) Hahaha!

The ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ tune rang out from the doorbells. It was Jenny who’s left a bag of stuff for me outside. Lemon mousse and yoghourt, bless her cotton socks. She’d even given me som foil oven trays after reading yesterdays blog ♥! I rang her to thank her. An angel within my midst!

I got the potatoes from the slow cooker into the saucepan. Added some beef granules and balsamic vinegar into the remaining crock-pot liquid, and got the pod peas out to shell them. And what a tale to tell!

I opened the bag of Morrison’s 454g bag of peas, they had a 4th July sell-by date on them. Most of the big bag went straight in the waste bin as I sorted them out to find some that were at least pretend-fresh! I noticed a few that I started to open had worms and or insects in the pod. So I double-checked every one that I podded. I also looked in the water in the saucepan I’d dropped the earlier peas into, for any sneaked in insects floating or swimming in the liquid! 

Part of the way through an insect crawled out on my finger. I began to investigate what it might be, it didn’t look like it had wings, but it bit my finger and flew away as I was about to photograph it!

Well, I never! I wonder if there are any entomologist (I’ll just check I’ve got the right word on Google – yes, okay), living in the blocks of flats? Hehehe!

The peas that got in the saucepan were few and far between, especially for the £1.50 they cost. I added a lot of demerara sugar to the pan and checked on the Pork Shoulder I’d put in the slow-cooker with the gravy.

I eventually made a brew, and then went on Facebooking on the TFZer and Winwood Heights pages. Had to stop, flashing picture been put up. Saccades-Sandra kicked of big-time. I couldn’t even comment on here for hours. Focusing and vision terrible. I may have to stop going on Facebook, even if I do enjoy it so much. I do not want to go through this again.

I went to get the ablutions done. But couldn’t see to shave or shower safely. Couldn’t do any art creation work either.

Struggled to get the nosh prepared. And part-way through doing so, Saccades Sandra dissipated, and boy was I glad she did! As quick as she came on.

This, I think, helped me enjoy the meal so much more. A had a bit of success with this one—worth all the faffing about and time it took to get it made. The pork Shoulder steaks were tasty, well, everything was, really. I put some butter on them and the potatoes. The Jenny-supplied lemon mousse went down smoothly afterwards, with some home-made spring water, mixed with a drop of orange cordial. Flavour Rating: 8.7/10!

This nosh and the getting free of Saccades vision problems were a double-treat!

However, the edge was taken from the sensation when I went to wash the pots! ‘Ich war a wenig ahntoisht’, when I dropped the plastic washing-up liquid bottle, and it broke as it hit my foot then the floor! Not really annoyed, but pee’d off a smidge. I got it cleaned up, I now have a clean patch of floor, surrounded by tiles that still need cleaning. Hehe!

I got settled down again eventually, and there were three on-the-trot episodes of Law & Order showing on channel 21, ‘5-USA’. I planned to stay down in the chair and enjoy them. So, I got the medications taken good and early, in case I forgot later. Then began the viewing.

I got the legs and feet up on the swivel chair. I would have used the £300, second-hand, c1968, recliner, but of course, this no longer works, after Brother-in-Law Pete broke it playing with the controls when I was in hospital as he stole my valuables while flat sitting. Hehehe!

What a farce! I kept nodding-off for a few minutes, missing or losing the plot of the story-line, for hours. Waste of time watching it!

However, after getting up for a wee-wee and resettling in the chair – Heaven! I fell asleep, and without any wee-wee interruptions, kipped for five hours straight! Fantastisch!

Inchcockski – Saturday 27th June 2020: Whoopsidangleplops, Accifauxpas. Not one of my better days!

Seven TFZers in the Antique Shop

Saturday 27th June

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 27ain Mehefin

05:00hrs: It has been the worst night for sleep for many a month. Due to the Post-Micturition After-Dribble (PMAD), Diabetes insipidus. They warned me that this might take a grip on me! Boy, it did too last night! To make things worse, all the utilisationing of Little Inchie, caused the fungal lesion to bleed as well. I spent more time using the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) than sleeping!

All of the releases were of the OSSPAD (Orange-Sprinkly-Short-Painful-After-Dribble) type. I lost count of the number of times I had to scramble out of the £300. second-hand recliner, take a wee, then climb back into the chair again. But it was always only a few minutes at the most before the next one came along! Blanglebotherations!

I gave up trying to get any Sweet Morpheous around 05:00hrs, and needing yet another wee-wee, I rose for the last time, used the bucket, and took it to be emptied cleaned and sanitised, for the second time! I made sure I washed my hands and certain areas and disinfected the contact points.

I noticed the stomach in the shaving mirror, with the Enoxaparin needle marks scattered about. It looked quite artistic, I thought. Hehehe! I changed the PPs again, thanking heaven for my friend Michael who supplied me with them. Cheers mate!

I got the kettle on, as the sun tried to come out from behind the blocks of flats. The red sky that soon disappeared looked so pretty and beautiful.

I got the Health Checks things out; the blue sphygmomanometer, the old, smaller ear-hole thermometer, olive oil, Germolene, and the tablets. No need for the Enoxaparin hypodermic needles now that the INR level has risen.

What a shock! Thunderisations! The SYS was at 182? Far too high undoubtedly? DIA and the Pulse seemed alright, though? I’ll do an extra check, later on, to see if it’s dropped any. Perhaps the lack of sleep and frustration of all the wee-weeing overnight, might have affected it? Oh, dearie me! At least the body temperature came out alright, at 35.7°c.

I took a blind-snap of below, on Chestnut Walk. Two parking spaces free? Disabled ones?

I made the brew of Glengettie Gold, and off to the computer to get the updating done on the Friday blog. Within minutes the stomach ache started, and this meant an urgent hobble to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne!

Gordon Bennet! The flesh of my highly desirous (to lions and tigers in the wild) body, was so alabaster, anaemic, and lacteous like. The legs seem to have gained a bit of meat, or fat as well. The ankle ulcer was trying to flourish again, methinks. But this often happens, then a day later it will have gone down yet?

The feet were no better. So corpselike. And hobbling was so painful to the soles and toes.

Still, the evacuation, although messier than ever, and was still khaki in colour, was less painful, and quicker.

I washed and went to make a brew of Thompson Punjana tea. The skies had gone darker, the sun had given up, and a little light drizzle had just started to fall. Maybe the Yellow Warning for floods and storms might have some validity?

I launched into concentrating on the post updating. It took me about four hours, but I got it done in the end. Emailed the links. Then answered a couple of comments, moving on to the WordPress Reader next. Finally, on Facebooking.

Then on CorelDrawing to get some graphics done. And this time, I must get some done! I managed a few, then went to do the health Checks again. A bit of a surprise on the first try, it seems I’m dead and didn’t know it. Hahaha!

I tried again and got these result on the right. Much better than the first test I did today.

I noticed the sausages in the tray ready to go in the oven, so turned on the stove heat to put them in later on. I decided it would be a good idea to make a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and did so.

What-a-Mistaka-to-Maker! I decided there was not enough boiling water in the mug, turned the kettle on to bring it back to the boil, and for some silly reason I moved the mug with my right hand – Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters failed. And, I dropped the kettle as I tried to save the mug from being lost to my grip.  Ending up with them both on the floor!

I got the kettle up first as the electrics would be dangerous all wet, and managed to spill some hot water down my bulbous stomach and on the left foot!

Making an even bigger mess and getting myself more and more het-up!

Granglesknackersbuggerit! I used up four rolls of kitchen paper, clearing things up. Accompanied by various curses, oaths and almost spitting with it!

I bet my blood pressure has shot up again now! 

Making things worserer, the right-hand side nerve-end failure, meant that some things had to be done with the left hand only. A few moments of frustration turned into another sickening self-pity-period.

  To makes things even worst, I slipped on a patch of wet I’d missed as I was putting masses of towelling in the waste bin. And stubbed my toes on the cabinet door! I’d gone from an unusually semi-contented mood to one of absolute self-hatred and frustration in seconds!

I got the place cleaned as best I could. Sausages in the oven, it had taken so long to get the sorting out done, and a bit of panic began to set-in, so I imagine the cleaning will all have to be checked and done again.

For me, the day was finished. No enthusiasm left. Knowing how these things can happen with Peripheral Neuropathy, or Dizzy Dennis, Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying, and Neuropathic Pete’s leg dancing, still doesn’t prepare one for when a couple of the ailments kick-off together, and things like these happen. I suppose a bit of self-pity lingered about. Sorry!

I even had to force myself to make the meal. But when I came around a bit later, I was glad I did. Hahaha! I went to make some notes of exactly what had happened, but the memory-blanks were there again. But it was a good job I had these notes when it came to writing the memories of incidents.

I got the meal served up. By this time, I had resigned myself to the accident, realising that the situation is not going to improve, only get worse. Thus, I enjoyed eating up all of the fodder. Skinless sausages, new potatoes, garden peas, onions and seedless grapes. A pot of lemon yoghourt, a jam tart and some fresh orange juice. A flavour-rating of 7/10 was given.

Due to all the kerfuffle, I forgot to take the Warfarin and evening tablets! I accept my lousy luck, I’ve had years of practice after all. But this time, it was too much, and I withdrew into myself, moping, repining, lamenting, regretting and generally in a despondent mood.

I remember washing the pots and taking this photo. It seemed to show localised showers falling in the distance.

As for owt after that, nothing! Can’t recall getting back to the recliner, or anything really. 

But when I woke up in the morning, the green lid I usually put the medication into, was on the Ottoman, and empty, so I assume I did take the evening doses.

Not one of my better days!

Unglefrogwogglings!

Inchcockumski – Friday 26th June 2020: Diabetes insipidus ensures a lousy nights none-sleep. Globblegripes!

TFZer Star, Betty ♥

Friday 26th June 2020

Romanian: Vineri, 26 Iunie 2020

03:30hrs: I woke up, requiring the traditional wee-wee. But for some reason, the Porcelain Throne was not needed.

I rose from the semi-comfortable, £300, second-hand, rickety, none-working, rusty, and spew-promptingly-beige-coloured, c1968, recliner, without any undue trouble. Grabbed the stick, and made my way to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), and took a WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode wee-wee. It still amazes me sometimes, for the bucket had been well-used overnight, yet I cannot remember using it once? Considering the pain and effort that I need to get up, the stick to get to the bucket, then back down into the seat again, I find this bemusing? Can some neuropharmacologist, or psychoanalyst (or whichever word I should have used) out there, explain this for me, please? I can’t recall if this used to happen before I had the stroke, but I think it occasionally did. Nowadays, it’s a regular phenomenon. Just thought I’d ask, like. Sorry.

I took the bucket to be emptied, cleaned and sanitised. Washed the hands and contact points, and off to the kitchen to make a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea, and excellently flavoursome it was! Mind you, making the brew, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters let me down, again at just the wrong time! I spilt the hot tea, and naturally, it went on the biggest nearby target available, my stomach! Niggleclump!

Through the unwanted and unliked new kitchen, my favourite room, window. (Hahaha!) I tried to take a photo of the morning view. But, it came out so different from what the eye saw in the viewer? I used the night panorama option, on the Nikon?

I must find time to sort out the medicine drawers. The health Check results were much better this morning, apart from the temperature, at 61.8°f, low I think. The SYS, Dia and Pulse all looked well within the range permitted for a grumpy old fogey?

I got the brew made, and off to get Computer Cameron going.

The timing of Nicodemus and Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley was annoying. The moment I started typing, they both kicked off! Even Saccades Sandra had a bash at me! But not for too long. I found a determination and concentration from somewhere and pressed on, ever-correcting mistakes, I’ve likely missed some I suppose. Eventually, I was so glad to get the updating finished, hours later, naturally.

I nipped (talking loosely), to the wet room, as I felt a little discomfort from the innards, and did not want to risk any more embarrassing incidents, so, off to the Porcelain Throne. What a life when yer grows older and get iller! Haha! But apart from an excessively large amount of wind escaping from the innards (quiet musical, too!), there were no signs of any evacuation! I even spent a while on the crossword book, just in case anything happened belatedly. Nope, nothing did!

Back to the computer. Emailed the link off. Then went on WordPress Reader. Followed by Facebooking. Then, I made up a template for tomorrow’s blog.

Herbert’s having a bash at his modelling methinks. I’d love to know what it is he’s making.

I nearly missed the Priority Iceland order spot. Got an order in, just in time. Phew! Got some different fish ordered for Josie to try this week. And, some shoulder pork to try and cook in the crock-pot.

I went to make another brew, feeling guilty, I haven’t got the ablutions done yet. Scallywag!

There seemed to be a green hue in the air now? I took a snap form the unwanted, unliked, dangerous kitchen windows, of the frontal view.

Then, I got the old Lumix camera and tried to take a rolling shot, of Chestnut Walk, below. But I failed, as I expected I would. I just can’t keep the camera still enough to scan with. I’ve tried on all three cameras now, but I failed on every effort. Sad innit? The danged Peripheral Neuropathy is to blame. Broggleknockersworth! Still, the green hue, or the Lumix camera giving everything a green tinge, was refreshing. Lenny Lumix is like me, getting on a bit, and certain parts of it, are not working right nowadays. Hahaha!

I went onto CorelDraw then, to get a few graphics done, I’m getting low on them for the TFZers, now.

Aha, the mobile shop as arrived. Back in a bit, folks. Nipped down and managed a natter with Flo, Josie and Roy, but the bloke had only got one tin of garden peas left, no tomatoes, no bread and no milk in stock! Josie was going to struggle with no milk, but fortunately, I had a carton of long life semi-skinned in emergency stock in the flat. I went up first and got it out and took it for Josie to have.

Brought in my one tin of garden peas, half a cucumber, tin of stewed steak and an ice-cream cornet. Humph!

Got the nosh sorted out. Not one of my betterer efforts. The battered fish I let overcook a smidge. An overall flavour rating of 6.5/10.

Then, the Diabetes insipidus boosted the wee-weeing, and almost none stop piddling was required, every one of them with Post Micturition Dribble (PMD).  By morning, I used eight pairs of PP’s! Flipping good luck that my mate Michael had supplied me with ample reserves! Thanks, Michael! Hope you’re coping out there, mate?

I needed so many, not just for the after-dribble, but all the over-use of Little Inchy had started the fungal lesion bleeding.

Watching the TV was not on, I had to climb out of the recliner – use the emergency bucket and back down repeatedly. And the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) needed emptying and sanitising to get me through.

The worst night for months!

Grobognangles!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 25th June 2020: Nurses visit again… nice company! Injections increased! Confusion reigns!

TFZer Model Janet

Wednesday 25th June 2020

Estonian: Kolmapäev, 25 Juuni 2020

13:30hrs: I was up like a lark, as happy as I could be, full of the joys of Spring. Singing, dancing, with a smile as big as a mammoth… Oh, alright then… the truth!

03:30hrs: I woke up, feeling rotten, horrible! Which I put down to the double-dose Enoxaparin injections yesterday. No stomach pains as such, but I sensed that I could feel the walls of the inner stomach, bloated, yet wobbling about? This is the best way I could explain it? There was not a lot of enthusiasm permeating through the brain yet, either.

These emotions of depressiveness were soon removed. The need for a wee-wee forced me to prise my hog-like, ponderosity of a stomach-bulked-body from the £300, second-hand, not-working recliner. I caught my balance, got the stick, and was making my way, casually, carefully and cautiously to the wet room. The instant alarm-call to use the Porcelain Throne arrived, my previous disinterest in life, changed top a mild panic! Would I make it in time? The few moments it took for me to get to the Throne, felt like minutes.

: I’m afraid I didn’t make it in time! Self-embarrassment-Mode-Adopted! The evacuation was accompanied with a bash at the crossword book. I amazed myself and got a few answered. But the Accifauxpas in not arriving at the Porcelain Throne in time took away any sense of pride or worth. Say no more! Gruffshameblowit!

It took me a while to get things cleaned up. By 04:20hrs, I was washed and refreshed, new PPs on, and checked that everything was sanitised and cleaned up properly. By the time I was ready to leave, my eagerness mode had gone down to Defcon 2! Humph! 

Things weren’t helped when I clouted my right shoulder against the doorframe, on the way out. This started Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley going for an hour or so, none-stop!

A trickle of self-loathing and worthlessness, combined with an almost painful embarrassment lingered.

I trudged limpingly to the kitchen, it was surprisingly dark for this time in the morning. I got the kettle on, and the equipment out for the Health Checks. My BP was worryingly high!. The Sys showed up as 177! The temperature came out as 68.5°f.

I think that last night’s Enoxaparin injections might have had some effect on the reading. I took this morning’s, as instructed by the Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis clinic lady. I must remember to tell the nurse if she does come, to do a blood test today, it’s not sure they will have anyone available to ‘do’ me. Haha!

Then I wondered if there are any at-home INR test kits available, and how much they might cost.

I got on the computer and investigated. After a while, I found some that were gettable in the UK.

My enthusiasm for this project abated a little when I saw the prices! They were on offer in the USA, the machine costing $899!

I started on updating the Tuesday blog. Which was a bit farcical, due to the attentions of Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley. Making errors and mistakes the norm, thus far too many corrections having to be made. So the finishing was delayed. But in the end, I got it made and posted off.

The ablutions to be done next. A stand-up washing and shave session. As it was too early to use the shower, for fear of disturbing my neighbours.

A couple of dropsies, no shaving cuts, and no knocking into or anything over. No dizzies, no stubbed toes! Brilliant! Now I was cheering up a bit, getting back to my usual self!

The morning view from the kitchen, when I went to make another brew, Extra Strong Morrison’s Assam this time, was lovely.

Sister Jane rang. We had a nattering session for ages. Enjoyed that!

I checked on the latest Corona Virus figures.

Then the door chimes rang out the Dusty Springfield, ♫ I only want to be with you ♫, tune.

It was Iceland’s delivery arriving. The chap placed the bags inside the door for me, I slipped him a mini-bottle of wine. At least the driver brought the food up for me, bless him.

I got the fodder sorted out. And as I finished the task, the landline rang out! It was the Doctors Surgery. The lady confirmed that a phlebotomy nurse would be arriving later, and asked if my carer could fetch my medications from the chemist that the nurse will need. Oh, dearie me! I explained that I do not have a carer. Shocked her a bit that did! I said that Warden Deana arranged for a volunteer to fetch me medications each month. 

She inquired about how I get my shopping. I told her of the mobile shop coming on a Tuesday and Friday, and Iceland delivering

I gave the receptionist the telephone number, after my faffling about for ages to find it! She was very patient with me when Stuttering Stephanie kicked.

I made a much-delayed start on this template, then started it off.

The lady from the surgery rang back. Said I’d given here the wrong telephone number. Oh, dear! I checked on my 1980 mobile Nokia phone for the number there. Which was the same one as I had given her earlier? She could tell I was panicking a bit, told me not to worry, she’d sort it.

I then went on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. Then read the comments on WordPress. Now, on to the WordPress Reader section. Some great stuff on it today.

It’s past my usual din-din time, now. I can’t make the meal until the nurse has been. The planed nosh is Pork steaks with BBQ seasoning and Hickory. I’ve put the seasoning on the meat to let it marinate. Got the oven on low, so it will heat quicker when needed. Cunning? Baked beans with a drop of Hickory soaking in the saucepan ready. Sliced white bread out of the freezer to defrost and soak up the tomato sauce. But, when will the nurse arrive?

Jenny called to see if I wanted any bleach, yoghourt or lemon mousse adding on her next order to be delivered. She is getting it on the same day as I get the Morrison order, Tuesday 30th June. I asked for some lemon yoghourt and mousse, please. So kind of her.

I forgot to mention that I had some milk and tissues in the spare room in case she needed any, I rang her back to let her know. I think the reason that Iceland had delivered to the flat door, (Where they did not for some younger tenants), might have been because I am registered with them by the Government as a High-Risk isolating customer with them?

I went on CorelDraw to make up some graphics to use tomorrow.

Got a call from Carrington Pharmacy, asking me to tell the nurse when she arrives, to ring the chemists?

Then the intercom buzzed, it was someone from Carrington Pharmacy? I let her in.

One minute later, the intercom buzzed again, it was the Phlebotomy nurse. I admitted her.

The nurse arrived and let herself in. I mentioned the chemist lady calling me and why, and a pharmacy lady buzzing to get in? The nurse said she’ll take a look to see if she can find the chemist lady.  but she had not arrived? As she went out to search for the other lady, that woman arrived in the hallway. The two angels spoke to each other, ad a bag was handed to the nurse. I could not hear the words spoken.

The nurse came back in and said the girl, had walked up the stairs, and they have not got any of the required sized Enoxaparin, and have sent half-quantity filled ones, so I’ll have to have four injections a day instead of two. Never mind!

Lovely nurse. Bit of a chinwag as we went through the situation identificatory’s. (I like that word!) She insisted on giving me the injections

She will be returning in the morning and will watch and see if she thinks I can handle the self-inoculums. But is concerned about the shaking and jumping of the right hand and fingers, they may come on when I’m injecting. I said I could do it with the left hand. She pointed out that Shaking Shoulder Shirley, which was playing up a bit at the time, could still cause something to go awry.

She’ll assess things in the morning. Bring a new yellow safe-bin, and arrange for another INR blood test. The nurse reminded not to inject again tonight!

I thanked her, she left the bag of needs behind the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working, rickety recliner, and off she went.

The BBQ pork steaks, Hickory seasoned baked beans, became my main aim, then! Hehe!

It didn’t take me too long to get it cooked, 40 minutes from start to finish. The bread had thawed-out alright, and was so soft and tasty.

The Iceland Egyptian seedless grapes were larger than the last lot I had,  and a lot less sweet. But still tasted good to me, a little more tangy-taste to them! The Jenny-supplied lemon yoghourt was again great, tasty and a perfect finisher-offerer to the meal.

After destroying the meal, I got on with washing the pots, double-checked I’d taken the right medications, and settled down.

Great! I was soon off in the land of Sweet Morpheous!

Inchcockski – Sunday 21st June 2020: Lucubrations, and soliloquizing today. It didn’t help!

TFZer Jillie At her weekend getaway!

Sunday 21st June 2020

Afrikaans: Sondag 21 Junie 2020

02:30hrs: I stirred into mock-life, realised I needed a wee-wee, and dismounted the £300, c1968, second-hand, sickeningly-beige-coloured, none working, ramshackle, uncomfortable in the extreme, rusty, rickety, near-lethal, recliner, I also needed the Porcelain Throne. With Duodenal Donald stabbing at me, and Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley getting active, off to the wet room I stumbled.

The Throne session was similar to yesterdays. Quick, not messy, but so painful! After flushing three times, I gave up. I’ll give it another try later. Tsk!

Arthur Itis knees were slowly getting to that early-warning stiffness again. Avast, all ye landlubbers! There be rain, or a storm coming soon! I don’t know why I said that? Hehehe!

Washed the dandies and disinfected the contact points, then off to the kitchen.

The scene outside was showing no signs of any fog or mist, it was beautiful with the scattered lights. I took what I thought with the view on the Canon screen, was a decent picture of the morning view. But no, it came out horrible, as you can see.

Got the kettle on, and did the health checks. The sphygmomanometer readings were pretty good. The thermometer just indicated as ‘Low’. I took the medications, and bad a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and very tasty it was, too! For a few seconds…

The tea leaked out from the mug, onto the tray! Oh dearie me, it was the white mug that I thought had got through the Accfauxpas yesterday, when I dropped it, and it landed between the cooker, and counter.

I made the brew and went to fetch the milk from the fridge, came back and saw the escaping Glengettie Gold tea running out of what was a spider-crack in the mug! Schluberduberski!

Got Computer Cameron going, and checked the Emails first. I’d had a reply from WordPress, to my request to confirm the cancellation of my subscriptions. I’m more confused than ever now. The struggling memory tends to miss things from its own record completely, since the Stroke. Items likely to be lost or distorted, are recent events and new dilemmas, problems or computations.

As I pressed on with the updating of the Saturday post, Duodenal Donald began to ease off. (Bless him!) I got the update finished and posted off in good time. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

I kept having to wee often, too regularly—all of the CMA’s (Cloudy-Mini-Amount) mode. I tried the flusher each visit, but the stubborn toilet paper still floats back on top!

As I started on this blog, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley became more active, but you can’t win ’em all! Struggling along at a snails-pace and ever-correcting mistakes, I realised I’d not sent off the link for the blog, or visited the WordPress Reader yet. So, I started with the WordPress Reader reading.

As I was answering comments, Saccades Sandra kicked off, and I had to stop, my vision was so bad and warped. No Dizzy Dennis, though, just the blurred sight.

I took a break and went to make a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea. Struggling to see to make it safely. I searched for a Saccades spray pot for the eyes. At a total loss as to where it is. I spent nigh-on an hour searching without any luck.

I also needed four trips to the wet room for CMA’s (Cloudy-Mini-Amount) wee-wees! I searched every room. Flushing again each time, the stubborn toilet paper still floated back on top! I had to manually remove it! Balderdashness! 

Back to the kitchenette. As the sky turned dark and foreboding! And few scattered large sized drops of rain started to fall from the heavens. Well, the farmers need it!f

I made the brew and back to Computer Cameron. The blurred vision slowly eased but did not clear altogether. I may have to cancel Josie’s cheesy potato nosh if the eyes don’t clear more. Still, a few hours go yet, time for improvement.

I noticed I had an email from Morrisons come in, so I investigated.

It told me that my delivery had arrived. Not being able to get an order in until Tuesday 30th June, this was puzzling and confused me somewhat. I went on the Morrison site and checked on my orders. There was no record of any delivery today on it. Phew! But is this a scam of some sort, or a cock-up on Morrison’s behalf? Am I going bonkers? Will I be charged? I do not need any more confusing.

The vision seems to have adjusted itself now.

I went on the TFZer, mine, and Winwood Heights Facebooking pages.

Time to get the ablutions done. I realised that I’d not injected the Enoxaparin! So limped to the kitchen and got it done. The weather was really brightening up now.

To the wet room, for the most exciting and varied session, I’ve had in a long time! 

First:

  • I needed to use the Porcelain Throne. Painful and quick again, as the first one. Once again, the flush did not clear the TP.
  • Doing the teeth and Toothache Thomas kicked off!
  • Tried the WC flush, failed to move the TP.
  • The shaving, I felt had gone well. (Huh!)
  • Tried the WC flush, failed to move the TP.
  • Got in the shower, and was having a great time, started at the top and worked my way down.
  • Saccades Sandra went blurry again, but not as bad as earlier on.
  • Tried the WC flush, failed to move the TP.
  • Coming out of the shower…

  • Oh, ‘ecky thump! I noticed the blood running down my chest and had an investigation.
  • It was the tiniest little cut on the ear lobe, not even the size of a pinhead!
  • Dabbed it with some after-shave, that did the trick. Made me jump, mind! 
  • Tried the WC flush, failed to move the TP. I got it out manually and rang it out, then wrapped it in a bag, and put it in the waste bin.
  • I still couldn’t find spray for the eyes anywhere.
  • But I did find a part tube of Germoloid when I search down behind the floor cabinet. (Thank heavens for Jenny’s picker-upperer ♥)
  • Got the PPs on without any difficulty.
  • Putting in the earhole’s olive oil, the pot, shot out of my hand, hit the wall and splashed into the toilet bowl! Grobbleknangles!
  • As I was leaving the room, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) and Saccades Sandra combined forces to ensure that I hit the right shoulder and arm on the door frame! More bruises to display!

Nowt proper serious happened. But it would have gone down well on Candid camera? Hehehe! It could even be used as a script for a comedy sketch? Also, as I nursed my shoulder and went to get the pain gel out in the kitchen, I had to smile to myself.

I set about preparing Josie’s cheesy potato nosh. 50-minutes later I was delivering it to her on the tray. I forgot to photo it, Damnations! Still, she liked the look of it. Cod in batter, silverskin onions, gherkins, quartered tomatoes, surimi sticks, beetroot, and sliced mushrooms. With Marmite and Babybell cheese portions, lemon mousse. And a can of pink gin and tonic.

She offered me some chocolates, and I had to remind her of my diabetes, and kindly decline her kind offer. I told her she doesn’t have to give me anything, just for her to enjoy the food, that’s enough, all I want.

As I struggled back in the apartment door, I found an official-looking envelope on the floor. ♫ Dang, dang, dang… Dang! ♫ I opened it straight away, it was the AgeUK insurance renewal for the flat contents. Sixteen double-sided, A4 pages! Oh, dear! I must remember to ask Warden Deana tomorrow, to phone them for me when I beg her to try to get me an appointment with the Sherwood Health Centre, podiatrist again, at Elmswood Gardens! I pray that I’ll remember! I’m leaving the letter out near the TV and telephone.

I made an impulse move towards doing the washing, but stopped myself! There’s no point in doing them until I get my nosh ready. As I am having the left-overs from Josie’s nosh. I’ve got it all planned out what I’m going to have.

I’ll reheat the cheesy potatoes in the oven. Some mushrooms leftover, and some surimi-fish sticks, tomatoes and Marmite cheese.

I was going to reheat a portion of battered fish, but I forgot to turn off the oven after serving the meal, and it didn’t look too appetising to me! Hahaha!  I’ll make do with the surimi. Not really feeling very hungry yet, anyway.

I got on the computer and updated this diary up to here.

The precipitation pelted down, yet despite its ferocity, it was over in a few minutes, and the sun tried to get through. Too many clouds for a rainbow methinks.

Then I went on CorelDraw, to do some graphics for, and create tomorrow’s post template. Got a couple done, still more needed, but needs must, my phagomania forced food to the fore of my feather-brain.

Not one of better, indeed one of my worst meals ever. I’d got so many things wrong with the cooking and prep work, I threw more of it away than what I ate!

Unsatisfactory Areas:

  • Oversalted the spuds! The worst I’ve ever made in my life! (Shame, disgrace, my reputation as a Cheesy Potato-maker, shattered!)
  • Undercooked the mushrooms.
  • The Iceland chicken slices were like cardboard, but less tasty!
  • The tomatoes were bitter, acidy!
  • The new potatoes, well, they reminded me of cotton-wool buds!

This bothered me, not for myself, but poor Josie was served with the same cheesy potatoes. I must apologise to her in the morning.

However, the lemon mousse and apple pie were both delightful.

I got the pots washed, and put Computer Cameron to bed. Then settled my oleaginous, ponderosity, of a flabby-stomached body in the c1968 recliner. I got the Kitchen Nightmare programme on to watch, and the room almost lit-up as it came on. The sun had suddenly appeared through the clouds, almost instantly.

I picked up the camera, and as I stood up, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, (with her worst-damage control timing as perfect as ever) attacked. Causing my hand to go down between the chairs. I now have a slight swelling on two of my finger knuckles. Granglesknockersbuggerit!

I fumbled my way to the kitchen window and took these nephograms of the wonderfully moody looking clouds in the sky. I did a bit of nephelococcygia seeking, finding a few shapes of interest.

Took a wee-wee, and got my head down again.

Sleep was resistant again. But sweet Morpheus did arrive later, and for some reason not understood to me, when I was interrupted for wee-weeing needs, I got up and went to the wet room each of the at least four times overnight. Why I did not get the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) in use, remains another mystery. Incidentally, all of the wee-wees were of the unexpectedly SPUTE (Sharp-Persistent-Unwilling-To-End) mode.

Hey-Ho!

Inchcockski – Saturday 20th June 2020: Repeated lucky happenings today. Scared the hell out of me!

Saturday 20th June 2020

Croatian: Subota 20 Lipnja 2020. Godine

03:15hrs: I woke to want a wee-wee, wrangled free of the recliner, wobbled to the wet room, by which time, a Porcelain Throne release was also needed.

The throne session was painful, but of shortish duration. In fact, the marathon ‘not-wanting-to-end’ SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) wee-wee, was still trickling away long after the massive action had ended. And, hurt more than the big evacuation did! I had a go at a new crossword puzzle in the book, so long did things take! Oh, ‘eck!

I didn’t get any answers in, but the book (75p), I think it was printed in the 1980s. So no wonder I didn’t know the answers to three clues: 

  • 23 A) Carol …………. TV presenter (7)
  • 11 D) Chris …………. U.S. tennis star (5)
  • 13 D) Chris Baron TV Sit-Com (4-4)

I refuse to look up the answers. This is probably why I average getting 3 crosswords finished in each book of 200! Hahaha! With no going out lately, no bus trips in which I used to do the crosswords. I anticipate getting the solutions from the more erudite, educated, none-memory-challenged, not-yet-senile, WordPressonians, shortly.

Lost the plot there, got carried away, sorry. Now, where was I?… Oh yes!

The legs looked rather bland this morning. I miss the Clopidogrel lumps, bruises, spots, and welts. Even some of the veins had withdrawn from the skin surface? Indeed, they looked like a standard pair of pins… almost!

Washed the mitts and wiped the contact points in the wet room, and straight to the kitchen. Figuratively speaking, of course. The feet were so tender and hurtful again, trying to walk on the heels is no easy matter with the four-pronged walking stick, I did a bit of wobbling, staggering and swaying en route! Hehehe! 

The first thing that caught my eye was the beautiful blue hue of the morning sky. I took two photographs of roughly the same area. One in Night Landscape, the other in Aperture Priority settings. Unfortunately. I can’t remember which is which. Globberisations! The right one is just like the view that appeared to the eye.

The health Checks went well.

The hemadynamometer results were fine again. There is no jumping up with the Sys rate. The temperature came up at 35.9°c. And I even remembered to give myself the injection of Enoxaparin. No chance of me missing my bulbous, wobbly, humungous stomach. Hahaha! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

On the computer, and tried to contact WordPress. No luck. I changed, updated, my payment to them, and sent an email to confirm that this will stop my previous cancellation. Got a message on screen; They are dealing with a large number of inquiries and will reply within 24-48 hours. Now, this sounds like a simple enough job, but in reality, I spent over two bumbling-harassing hours at it. Cracklepackers! 

With the stress and worry over the subscription cancellation being cancelled being unconfirmed and all the struggling to understand what I was doing, I was feeling light-headed and confused, and decided to make a brew, and sit down for a few minutes. I sat on the recliner, and broke the headphones! Which didn’t do a lot to calm me down? Brambackleshittums!

I later found this photograph on the SD card. It might have been taken in the kitchen, or photographing the broken headphones? Either way, I wish I could claim to have planned it, cause it’s a good one. But no, I took it wherever or whenever, but obviously while Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, or Shaking Shaun were visiting.

The sun coming up from behind the flats, well, it was trying. It made a decent shot, though.

I made a start on this blog as far as here, then, at long last, got around to updating the Friday blog. Posted it off three hours later. It’s a good job I get up early! Hahaha!

Better get the ablutions tackled then. Blimus, it’s nearly midday already! Be back soon, I hope.

I’ve returned. And what a tremendous ablutioning session this one was! This may be hard to believe: it was for me! The most bereft of Fuaxpas session in months, and so few dropsies. No cuts!

  • No dropsies getting stripped!
  • Only one dropsy doing the teeth: And, No gum cuts!
  • Shaving: just two dropsies – And... No cuts!
  • Showering: just one dropsy, no injuries, no dizzies either!
  • Drying off: just one knock-over (the Germoloid tube), one dropsy (the towel)!
  • Medicating: Dropped only the Fenbid pain gel and deodorant sprayer! 
  • Dressing: Fair enough, there was a slight wobble getting the PPs on, and I split them open. But I kept my balance and avoided any injuries!

Brilliant or what? Treble-Smug-Mode Adopted!

I fully expect Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Peripheral Pete, Saccades Sandra, Neurotransmitter Nicodemus, Shaking Shaun and Drop-Kettle Dancing Derek, and all of the Dropsy-Inducing ailments will get their own back later. But for now, I’m going to make a brew, and have a few minutes wallowing in my out-of-the-blue semi-success! Yehaa!

Off to the kitchen, and Miracle mark 2 happened! I was getting the mug from its hook, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters died on me (first time today, mind!). The cup flew across the kitchen! I readied myself for hearing the pottery break… But No!

It landed on, and between the cooker top and the counter. On both hard surfaces, there was not a crack in the mug!?!?! I got the camera and took a snap of it where it came to rest! If it had landed at a different angle, it would have gone down and broken up in between the kitchen furniture! I’d have had a right job on my hands getting top sort it out! How it didn’t break on impact is remarkable?

Two pieces of good fortune within minutes of each other? What’s going on? Hard to understand. Was the Good Lord taking the wee, and trying to get me all faithful, just before my death-rattle? Is the end, nigh? Ah, well, never mind. I’ll get some graphics made-up for future use, only in case. Hehehe!

Hello, the sun’s made it out at last. And beautiful it is, too, with the cloud patterns. I took a photograph of the view, got the kettle on. And made a start on CorelDrawing. Got a graphic or two done, which was pleasing, with me being so suddenly tired.

Nosh to be prepped.

I reet good mixture on the plate. I ate it all, surprisingly.

Washed the pots, and settled down and checked the TV. It was all crap offerings programme-wise. So I got an old DVD out and watched it. Steven Seagal’s Nico. I nodded-off and rewound the DVD so often that I gave up.

Sleep came, and to keep up the surprises-record for the day, I got 6 hours head-down! Grrreat!