Inchcock Today – Sat 15 June 2019: In a funny mood… Nae, Weird Mood?

2019 16 June

2019 June 16

Saturday 15th June 2019

Bulgarian: Събота 15 юни 2019 година

03:10hrs. I was up and out of the £300 second-hand, c1968. grotty-beige coloured rickety recliner, got my balance and was using the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) and taking, or relieving myself via an LHBLWWs (Long-Hosepipe-Blasting-like Wee-wee), all within a couple of minutes. Standing up for the first time reminded me of last nights toe-stubbing when the pain greeted me! Also, the variety of wee-wee that returned yesterday was continuing this morning! Phwoar!

6Sat06Got the hand-washing done and put yesterdays on the dryers.

WD 200.0.0 I shot off to the wet room for a painful Porcelain Throne session.

After thankfully a quick evacuation, I had another search for the Sample return envelope – with the usual result, failure!

Then, I got the computer on, and as I made my way to take some pictures out of the balcony, I had to utilise the already half-filled grey bucket, again. Now, it was an LHNCWW (Long-Hosepipelike-No-Sensation-Wee-wee). Washed up, and got back to the balcony, with the stick in hand, for a photographicalisationing session of the sky and lowered view.

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6Sat05Hobbling my way back in from the unwanted light & view blocking balcony with so many windows to clean but no access and flesh removing metal spring opening devises that need pressing the spring and pulling at the same time. (Cor blimey. the toe was stinging now!) I took another unintended blurry picture of the utility (bedroom, lost items haven, toe-stubbing domain, dining room, tea drinking zone, sock-glide and ankle strapping applying surgery, Office,  TV lounge and walking stick, pens etc. absconding area) room. Haha!

6Sat07I got the oven on low heat, so that later when I do the cheesy potatoes, it will heat up to temp quicker. And got a few Anya potatoes in the slow-cooker on low.

Checked the t-shirt and socks and moved them to aid with the drying process.

Made a start on updating the Friday post. Inconceivably, the flipping electric-like dancing started in the right-hand fingers, arm, and shoulder the moment I began typing! I’ve never had it so bad or for so long. Hours it lasted. More time was spent, or lost, redoing and amending the flood of errors I kept on and on making! I got a stage where I thought about giving up with the blog altogether, so frustrating it was!

Nearly 09:00hrs, at last, I got it finished, not confident that is is right, though, even after I made a mug of tea and had a thoughtful self-pity session. Things like yesterday, I had to go to the Chemist about the beta-blocker shortage – no one is willing to help me with it. It also took me a whole day to do the task! Now, I have to go to the doctor’s on Monday and beg for some more Bisoprolol Fumarate, then go to the chemist to pick them up, another day lost! And the normal as was, hobble to the surgery take around 40 minutes, now after the stroke, and with the saprogenous leg ulcer and the peripheral neuropathy, it takes me well over an hour for the same journey. I looked up the symptoms at this stage, out of interest: damage to the nerves that carry messages of touch, temperature, pain and other sensations to the brain and damage to the nerves that control movement. That sounds about right. Thank heavens that Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and Kidney Kevin are not joining in!

But the medics, because I have the stroke, are not seemingly interested it these problems any more? I’m just told that nothing can be done about it. Or is it me?

The hearing aid farce, I’ve been without them for six weeks now, and it will be another two weeks before the hearing aids are examined, and another five-six weeks before the new moulds are made!

Fifteen weeks since I saw the chiropodist, who will no longer treat me or even cut the toenails due to my “Many issues!”

The lost cancer sample envelope, struggling with my one love, blogging, the finger bleeding this morning where I cut it on the damned metal spring opening on the new unwanted balcony window, stubbing my toe every day it seems… but eventually I stopped these pathetic little moans, and went for a wee-wee.

Emptying and sanitising the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), can be very therapeutic. Hehehe!

I hope that the psychopannychism lot is wrong. Imagine being forced to come back with the same ‘issues’? Arghh!

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For some unascertained and mystery to me, reason, I shook off the sad self-pitying quatsch and got on with creating this Inchcock Today, with a little more enthusiasm. It helped that at last, the finger dancing had eased off a bit, of course. For which I felt grateful in the extreme! But knowing they will return. Thus the frustration!

I seem to ha6Sat08ve lost my catagelophobia today?

I am proud to announce that I went to shell the pod peas, and, no fibbing here, I only lost one pea! It shot up and rebounded off of something, came down and hit my nose and ricochetted to heaven know where.

Hahaha!

6Sat09I got the potatoes in the oven.

I got around to looking at the email that Sister Jane had sent me. She’d bought this in the Victoria market the other day. I had to smile! Humph!

Got the spuds out and bashed them up well with extra sharp cheddar cheese, onion salt and a bit of Lurpac butter.

I then went on the TFZer Facebooking to catch up.

Then I tackled sorting out Josie’s cheesy potato Saturday meal.

6Sat10It was fortunate timing today when I delivered the meal. Josie was just getting back from the laundry room, so it was good and hot when she got it.

Two filled extra buttered cheesy potato husks this week without any vinegar, well, a change is as good as a rest, they say. (Well someone did!) Brown and yellow tomatoes, a pickled egg, some Anya potatoes, gherkins and tuna chunks. Orange jelly with mandarins in, and a lemon iced slice. I do hope she enjoys it!

I’d forgot to take Josie the coke and whisky, so nipped to hand it to her, and she was going out in a hurry, she said she would return the tray and plate etc. when she gets back, and collect the can of coke treat then. I hope she is not back too late, and I have fallen asleep.

Then back to computerisationing for a while. Longer than my disbursed brain could cope with. I kept checking on the fodder, and soon, the computer was put to rest and recover (Haha!), and the nosh was prepared. 

6Sat28I had the last of the Nordic Style Bacon, cheesy baked potatoes, Anya potatoes, gherkins, mixed tomatoes, and the gorgeous fresh pod peas. I think I may have out a little too much butter in the potatoes, but they were still lovely tasting, just not up to my usual standard (Hehe!)

I pot of Limoncello and some soring water with orange cordial added, to finish the feast off with. A Flavour-Rating of 8.8/10, given.

I now had to say awake if I could, ready for Josies return. I put the TV on, and channel hopped looking for programmes with subtitles on them, so I didn’t have to use the headphones and could still hear the door chimes when Josie gets back.

Surprisingly, I drank all of the spring water and went to get some more.

6Sat29While the kettle warmed up, I took this picture from the unwanted, light & view blocking, unreachable for cleaning, new kitchen window. With its wide ledge that prevents viewing downwards, without the use of the stepladders, which when in use, always seems to bring on a the scary peripheral neuropathy inspired leg dancing, and usually involves me falling off of the steps and getting injured.

I’ve logged up a few Accifauxpas over this year since the windows were fitted, especially since returning home after the stroke. Ranging from stubbed-toes, falling off the Porcelain Throne, and tripping up, ending up on the floor. All thanks to either the Axonotmesis or Peripheral Neuropathy activity. Not that anyone is interested. Sorry about that, another little grumbling session sneaked into the diary here. Humph!

Anyway, I did fall asleep, and Josie returned, she always presses both of the chimes though, and without the headphones on, I heard her ringing. I got up, but having been laid down for two or three hours, Arthur Itis and the balance made it difficult for me to get to the door. I think Josie saw me struggling with the stick, and she took the tray and implements through to the kitchen for me, bless her. She said I must be trying to fatten her up! Haha! She added she enjoyed the nosh, and a natter ensued, then she went back to her apartment.

As I turned to go back to my utility room, I saw the can of Whisky and Coke. Bother, I’d forgotten to give it to Josie. So I nipped and rang Josie’s door-bell, and handed it to her.

When I got back down in the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, any chance of sleep coming quickly had been lost. The earlier nod-off, then getting up had disorientated the old body-clock, I think. So the headphones went on (hoping there would not be an unheard fire alarm go off), and some crap on TV was watched. Which used to help me nod-off, but not tonight. Ah-well!

Inchcock Today – Fri 14 June 2019: Whoopsiedangleplops! – Bit of long one, sorry!

2019 16a June

2019 June 14

Friday 14th June 2019

Azerbaijani: Cümə günü 14 İyun 2019

00:35hrs. I woke, full of the joys of spring, happy, gay, bright, and ready for anything the world would throw at me… No, I mustn’t lie! I woke in a right-grumpy mood with life and its pain, eccentricities, dishonesty, fraudulence, unethicalness, inequity, unjustness, bigotry, crime, iniquity, dishonorableness, discrimination, inequality, prejudice, unlawfulness, unreasonableness, villainy, crookedness, deceitfulness,  bullying, underhandedness, callousness and its greedy, voracious, intemperate, self-indulgent, grasping, venal, cupidinous, materialistic, predatory, money-grabbing, pleonectic ways! Our, so-called leaders, (dubious, dishonest, dauntless and deleterious), utterly driven and ridden with their money-grabbing, ingurgitate, and usufruct desires for self-gain and personal wealth and notoriety!

WD 128. 0.128 3 2019 June 3aLuckily, my mood was soon changed as the urgent need for a wee-wee arrived. Off to the wet room. Which, unfortunately, took a little longer than I would have been comfortable with. The freeing of my becoming gargantuan-again torso from the £300, c1968, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured rickety recliner chair, was hampered by several things this morning. Arthur Itis was revisiting both of the knees, the axonotmesis and the peripheral neuropathy had got the right-hand fingers, arm and shoulder doing their involuntary hokey-cokey dance routine (but only for a minute or two, then things settled down), and I stubbed the already well-stubbed toe against the Ottoman! I may have uttered a few words of discontent under my breath, like, “Oh blow it!” or “Fancy that!”

WD 128. 0.128 3 2Tue15eBy the time I had got to the wet room, I also needed the Porcelain Throne. And what a messy evacuation I had to cope with. I had to spend what seemed an endless time, cleaning things and myself up afterwards! During which, the brain decided that either the Senna tablets had suddenly started working after weeks of failure – or, most likely, the copious amount of fresh pod peas I had eaten with last nights Cheesy potatoes, flavour rated 9.55/10 meal, had got things moving again? My money is on the amazingly tasty pod peas. Hehe!

I returned to the utility (front) room. (The computer office, bedroom, Emergency Wee-wee grey bucket storage area, Camera-charging unit, Having a Stroke in, sock-glide usage area, dining room, Vacuum cleaner storage and maintenance garage, Dropped and lost items never seen again storage area, and already stubbed, toe stubbable area facilitated surgery. Hahaha!) Had a look on the TFZer Facebook, but not for long.

WD 128. 0.128 3 A clattering noise from somewhere close by was heard? It must have been load, cause I heard it without my hearing aids in. Not that there is any point in putting them in, mind. I am still waiting to go to the clinic to have new ear-inserts measured. That will be in two weeks, I think the appointment is. Then a five or six weeks wait for them to be made, then a long wait I suppose again for another 5Fri002meeting to have them fitted?

Back to the diary; A decent look around revealed nothing by way of an explanation for the noise?

So while in the kitchen, I got the Anya potatoes in the crock-pot. I’m planning on having them cold later, so cooking them early will do no harm, I hope, at least.

5Fri001I took a picture through the unwanted, thick-framed, multi-glass windows to clean that cannot be reached, that prevent me from taking photographs of out and down, due to the ledge being too high. However, if I am in a suicidal mood, the step-ladders can be mounted and then I can hang outside to see if any fire engines are on site when a fire alarm activates, that I cannot hear anyway, goes off. It needed saying!

If I should snuff-it in 1a fire here, or fall out of the window, please ask for any compensation I might be due, for breach of care, goes to the RSPCA, thank you. Oh, and you’d better warn anyone who thinks about using my spare parts for others, about the Metal Mickey ticker. The bullet pellets still in the arm, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Prostate Pete, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, Hernia Harry, Axonotmesis Alan, Peripheral Neuropathy Nigel, Sid the Stroke, Craigs Cramps, Leslie’s leg ulcer, Wally’s Water Retention, Duodenal Donald’s ulcer, Dave’s almost Deaf Earholes, Haemorrhoid Harold, Cathy’s Cataracts…

Nae! Please, just tell them not to bother! Hahaha!

At last, I made a start on the updating of the Thursday post. The dancing fingers had eased off, so I got it done a little quicker than expected, which was encouraging for once. Posted it off.

Got the morning medications were taken, and the health checks were done. The results were not as good as they have been of late, but not too bad at all, I reckon Sys 166, Dia 66, Pulse 92, and Temperature 36°c.

A mug of tea then checked on the potatoes and got on with starting this blog off.

I went on the WordPress Reader section next.

Then onto TFZer Facebooking.

I checked on the Anya potatoes in the crock-pot again. They are still hard, after over four hours on a high setting! I don’t want to quodlibetificate, but surely this can’t be right?

My aboulomania is rife and ripe this morning. With the Physio nurse coming to give me a workout this morning, I am concerned about getting out to the shops for some large potatoes for Josie’s meal-treat tomorrow. If she comes late, I will be in a pickle. I wish I could manage not to worry about this, its not the end of the world. Yet quisquousness and fretting, I do. Poor old thing!

I put the computer to sleep and we5Fri007nt off to get the ablutions sorted out. I realised as I was washing the used cup up, I had not done the hand-washing yet, so set about getting the t-shirt and socks in the bowl and cleaned and left them soaking while I got the teggies, shave and shower tended to. I took my time and used the shower-seat today. It felt so unnatural. Got dressed and had another search for the mysteriously disappeared sample return envelope – it must have gotten thrown away by mistake?

All refreshed, I got the hand-washing rinsed well, wrung-out as best I could, and hung up the shirt on a hanger to drip dry. I put the socks on the flat airer.

I was doing well this Friday, no Whoopsies had stopped coming, and I was feeling better in myself overall.

WD 128. 0.128 3 The phone rang, and it was a lady from the Doctors surgery. Apparently, I had not answered her last Email. So, well told off, she told me to send an email telling them I had received the dosages, which she then gave me verbally. But I was a little confused by them, they were as I wrote them down as she spoke: Today 0 – Mon 1 – Tue 1½ – Wed  1½ – Thur 1½ – Fri 1 – Sat 1½ – Sunday 1½?

5Fri007aWD 128. 0.128 3 I managed with and with complete ease, showing my ineptitude and stupidity, to scold a finger on the right-hand (It had to be that hand with the Peripheral neuralgia of course!) while making a mug of tea.

The pleasant Stroke Physio lady arrived and was kind to me, and we had a little chinwag. A limited range of exercises, and off, she trotted to her next patient. It was 10:26hrs, so obviously I was going to miss the 10:30hrs bus down the hill. So I decided to take some photographs from the balcony, then set off on foot to the Chemists to find out when the prescriptions were due for delivery.

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WD 128. 0.128 3 I got in a bit of a state rushing around getting ready. Eventually, I departed, with the shoulder bag and the three-wheeled trolley, in case the medications were ready to collect, but I don’t th5Fri007bink they will be. It’s just the beta-blockers that I am short of. Confusion-Mode-Continuing!

I took some black bags to the rubbish chute on the way out.

I was soon trying to avoid the rain puddles along Chestnut Way.

To the end of the way and right down Winchester Street. A bit of a struggle, as usual, to get by the pavement parked vehicles, thus situated to make room for the L9 bus to get through.

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I had to go around in the end, onto the road, the danged trolley nearly tipped over. Still, after two-years of contractors vehicles parked on the pavement, and the prospect of it continuing until the end of next November, I’ve got used to it, now.

5Fri12No altercations on the way down and onto Mansfield Road, and left towards Carrington.

At least the rain had stopped, and it wasn’t cold at all.

WD 128. 0.128 3 A little further on, a Pavement Cyclist shot out of an entrance on the left, and all but had me over!

I crossed over the road to be on the Chemists side and continued up the hill.

5Fri09I noticed at the bus stop as I hobbled by, the Subway franchise was advertising Vegan Your Way on the boarding. It had a disclaimer showing in tiny letters at the bottom of the advert; ‘Subway Your Way products may have come into contact with none-vegan and meat products during the preparation.’ Gawd, they have to cover themselves nowadays to avoid being prosecuted, I suppose?

WD 128. 0.128 35Fri11 A Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was going up the hill. I’m not sure that this ignorant, bullying, uncaring, anti-social excuse for a human being was not the same one that hit me last February as I limped along the same bit of road coming home from the surgery?

But he had decent legs, Hehehe!

5Fri014Over the crest and down into Carrington.

At the smelly rubbish-bin point, I saw the Nottingham City Council had placed a large tub of flowers.

A good job we have Labour in charge, or I wouldn’t have a home, and flowers like this beauty to admire. No idea what it is, but it had braved the cigarette nubs, empty beer cans, and 5Fri015bottles that had been thrown in the bin! With the rubbish cage and bins right next to it, I could not understand why people had used the flower bed and not the supplied boxes to rid themselves of their waste?

Then realised, of course, that earth’s tellurians are to blame.

Mankind is doomed!

5Fri016WD 128. 0.128 3 The next few hundred yards, there was so many Pavement Cyclist that I could not picture anywhere near all of them. 

The bottom one was coasting downhill at such a rate of knots, he came from behind. I didn’t expect him to come, so suddenly and close to me as he shot by.

WD 128. 0.128 3 The force of the wind he created was so strong, I called something nasty to him, that questioned his parentage! But he could not hear me. Probably just as well, or he might have got off and knocked-hell out of me. Hehe!

WD 128. 0.128 3 I got to the Carrington Pharmacy. Where I was told that I had a two-months supply of prescriptions collected by a nurse, and there was definitely a sufficient supply of Bisoprolol. The next is to arrive in July. Again, no date was given, it never it by them! This caused me some concern, and I mentioned that I have only five tablets left? He told me to ask my Doctor if I needed extra. I’m afraid that seeing my Doctor usually takes two to three weeks. He gave me some Furesomide tablets from 30th May? The different nurses have been dealing with the prescriptions and medicines for me, and to be honest, I’m just confused altogether now. I explained how things were with me now, and struggle for logicality and frustration abounds. At least I think I said it, but there was no reaction, it was as if I hadn’t spoken at all. Did I imagine talking? I was downhearted and told him: “Not to worry, I’ll do without!” Boy, I was pissed off! I walked out.

WD 128. 0.128 3 After going twelve weeks without the toenails being cut, due to being hospitalised, it took me three more weeks to get the doctor to arrange a referral for a paediatrician to examine the feet and to cut the toenails. Two weeks later, I got the appointment at the Sherwood Health Centre, for a meeting in another two week’s time! “Depressed, Pissed-Off and Had Enough Mode Adopted!”

WD 128. 0.128 3 I foolishy called in the Lidl store. Shopping is a kind of therapy to me, a costly one! I got to the self-serve checkouts with, Rocky bars, Caramel bars for the Social Hour Nibbles that I can no longer attend? Frozen potato cubes, and some baking potatoes and Tuna lumps in water, for Josie’s Saturday nosh. 

5Fri017WD 128. 0.128 3 As I came out from the store, feeling a mixture of frustration at the medications having gone wrong, and needing to be sorted, and pure hatred when I saw two Nottinghamian scumbag Pavement Cyclists weave their bullying way through some people, and go by the bus stop. Swine!

At least the timing was not too bad this time. I had about forty minutes to get to Sherwood to connect with the L9 bus back home up the hill.

WD 128. 0.128 3 I joined the lugubrious looking passengers waiting for a bus in the shelter. They were all uncommunicative when I offered a smile and said ‘Good Morning’ to them. Oh dear! 

The bus was in Sherwood within a few minutes, and I got off at the Post Office shop.

I crossed the road and had plenty of time to call in the Oxfam, and then the Mind charity shops for a poke around.

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It said a lot for humankind, my finding both shops cram-packed with potential customers. I didn’t buy anything from either shop. But I enjoyed watching the obviously, ‘after-money-making’ merchants. One man and woman had books and catalogues with them, one from John Pye Auction House. I could almost see mucous secretion dribbling 5Fri018out of the woman’s lips as she looked carefully and excitedly at an old tea set in a cabinet – followed by Hubby consulting one of his books, and the utter dejection on both of their faces that followed… I assumed he had found out the tea service was not worth much, after all! Hahaha! I almost felt sorry for them, until I remembered they were just two more of the ever-growing number of Line one’s pockets, have one’s ship come in, make a pretty penny, laugh 5Fri013all the way to the bank, strike it lucky, make a fortune folk, out for something for nothing. But, I am not interested in riches, affluence, opulence or prosperity. Surely proof of my insanity? Hehe!

I exited and made my way up the hill towards the bus shelter. Noticing this new sign on Mansfield Road as I hobble along.

I was the only person at the bus stop, and the pain from the foot and toes was sufficient to make me sit-down. Something I usually avoid due to Arthur Itis playing up when I have to stand again. Several other buses passed, a few dropping off, but no one got on any of them? Suddenly, it was as if a football match had just ended, and a mass of people turned up at the shelter.

5Fri019But none from the flats. When the L9 arrived, I was the only person who got on. I was soon back at Windwood Heights.

The place was almost deserted. No signs of any workmen at all. Although there were signs of their activities along Chestnut Way.

The puddles had drained away while I was out on my walk (hobble, then).

5Fri019aMore signs of the workmen’s activities as I got inside and to the lift foyer.

They had been working on the cut-through passageway to the new block and what will be eventually, the location of the Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden’s new HQ, roof garden, new extra care flats, paediatrician, hairdressers and new reprimanding Inchcock cell. Haha!

I was utterly drained, shattered. All the walking, and the medications farce etc. had done for me. I had an unexpected LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-Wee) and got the meal cooking.

5Fri20I was ready to fall asleep while I was standing up. This bothered me a tad?

I got the food prepared after a while, an tucked into it, but could not eat it all. I put this down to how I felt, burnt-out, zonked, fagged-out, weak, almost narcoleptic!

I managed to do the washing of the pots and put the TV on, Rumpole of the Baily to watch, (but I just knew this would not happen) and fell on the £300 second-hand, c1968, rusty recliner and almost immediately fell asleep.

WD 128. 0.128 3 I was sickened when the landline rang, and the light flashed! At first, I thought of ignoring it altogether. Then thinking it might be the Chemist or Chiropodist, I rushed best as I could to answer it before they rang off…

I made it in time, amazingly it was Siste Jane, and the heart-stopped a second as I began to expect bad news, she would not ring this late knowing my sleep pattern unless it was. Thankfully, it was not bad news. Phew! She had sent me an email. I’m not sure if anything else was said or arranged though, my still being sleepy-eyed. Just glad it was not bad news!

WD 128. 0.128 3 Then, as I returned confused to the £300 second-hand rickety-recliner, that looked oh, so appealing, I stubbed the damned already stubbed six times toe this week, again! Seven times now!  So, tired as I still was, the pain… nae, the agony kept me awake for a while. As it eased off, I got back to sleep. Ahh!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 13th June 2019: Bus trip out, Fresh Pod Peas purchased and digested. Exciting life, innit? Haha!

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2019 June 13

Thursday 13th June 2019:

Finnish: Torstai 13. Kesäkuuta 2019

02:50hrs: Woke up, with a bit of what was, or seemed, a long dream in the memory box. I was in the jungle in a campsite, staked out on the floor in a clearing, and being skinned alive by Charles de Gaulle?

As is usual lately, the waking-thoughts being processed were rapidly replaced with the need to have a wee-wee.

I exited the £300 second-hand, gungy-beige c1968, rickety recliner with ease almost. No Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Hernia Harry or Shaking Shaun was bothering me at all! Although, I did take a little longer than usual to gain my balance. With the aid of the walking stick, I got to the wet room without any accifauxpas.

4Thu02WD90..0.0 While in there, I carried out another rummage around in vain hopes of finding the misplaced or lost Cancer Sample return envelope. No luck, of course. Humph! I also tried to pass on The Porcelain Throne to get a sample. Going through almost agony, but managed.

But, I still had no return envelope to use. Most irritating and annoying, my not knowing what the heck I did with that envelope. Frustration Mode Adopted. Humph!

Off to the kitchen, and got the hand washing done. Washed a shirt and socks, and got the trousers from yesterday drying on the flat airer. Hung the t-shirt up over the sink, and put the socks on the pipe-airer.

I took the morning medications. A little early, I know. Then I did the health checks; Sia 81, Dia 72, Pulse 92, and the Temperature was at 35.5°c.

I put a large potato in the crock-pot and started it going on low.

The view outside had to be photographicalised. The morning’s colouring was one of almost ghostly, and or phantasmagorical. Well, it was to me, but I am partly colourblind.

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Back to the wet room for another wee-wee. This time of the rare LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee) classification. While in there, I put down the drain dose of drain unblocker, in the wet room sink.

WD90..0.0 I set about on the Computer updating the Wednesday blog. It soon turned again into hard work. As the fingers kicked off on their dancing and electrified-jumping routine. To be joined at times by the wrist and shoulder; which at times, was so violent. This Peripheral neuropathy seems to be getting worse each morning, as is to expected thinking about it. It is in the mornings mostly that I am to be found belting away at the keyboard. So, the nerves at the finger-ends are bound to be worse at this time. Forget I said owt!

4Thu07I got the Tuesday lactarium finished at last. And went to make a brew.

The lightness of the morning caught me out. Of course, I had to realise how long I had been working at getting the diary updated and finished.

I got it posted and sent off to WordPress.

Then its time for the ablutions to be done, in case the INR blood nurse comes early, as she did last week.

4Thu08Off to the wet room again. The shave was almost blood-loss-less! Haha! The new toothpaste was, how shall I put it? Erm… Well, er, disappointing at first. Not a nice taste. I thought I ought to go back to the regular one.

But as I was showering, the mouth felt a lot fresher? Was this due to the MaxFresh paste? If so, it might be better if I put up with the odd, taste that comes with it.

I got things ready and poddled to the hut, and handed some prizes and nibbles out. Then caught the 09:30hrs L9 bus to Arnold. Many nattering sessions and chinwags were enjoyed, very much so.

Most folk got off in Sherwood, but four of us from the flats went on, to Arnold. I was chatting away, en route.

In the Estate, I took these shot on the bus, from the side-saddle seat.

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They show how murky it was getting. I dropped off in Daybrook, and called in the Sainsbury store, in the hope of getting some fresh garden peas.

I was in luck. I came out with some garden peas. Anya potatoes, yellow sunglow and brown Caramella tomatoes. Not a lot! Paid the woman on the till, and out to catch the same bus on its return journey. Mary, Pete, and Ray were on the same bus. We had another natter en route to the flats. In Sherwood, three more Winwoodonians got on. Angela, Roy and Shiela. Even more, gossip ensured. 

Walking along Chestnut Way with Angela and Roy, I stubbed the same flipping toe against the wheel of the trolley-guide when a car came from behind and broke my concentration. No complaints, we were all walking on the road to avoid the filthy footpath with our wheeled aids. Haha!

Roy needed a sit down in the lobby. I stayed to keep him and Angela company and keep them smiling. Cyndy came in later, and we all went up in the lift together. Up in the elevator and another bit of jollity shared.

4Thu11Fond cheerios shared, and I got in the flat. A wee-wee. Wash. And got the peas shelled and in the saucepan for cooking later. Got the mature cheddar out to add to the spud later on.

Here are the day’s purchases (Just showing off the healthy foods I got, Hehehe!).

WD90..0.0 Then as I was setting about updating this post, the intercom rang. It was the INR nurse – Blimey! I’d forgotten all about her coming! Thank Heaven, she arrived late. I avoided making a right clanger there! Oy vey!

I mashed the slow-cooked potato and husk up with some shredded mature cheddar cheese, and got it in the oven cooking and browning, I hope. Washed the crock-pot and cutlery. Did some more blogging, and it was soon time to get the nosh served up!

I got a call from a Stroke Physio nurse (I think). Making out what was said was confusing. (I shall be so glad when I eventually get the hearing aids mended… mind you, I might be ninety by then, the way things are going so slowly Tsk!) I think she is calling in the morning, to put me through the agony of physical activities. Argh! Hehehe!

2Tue15eBoy oh boy, the potatoes came out beautifully burnt and crisp on the outside! The fresh garden peas were just fantastic (So were the ones that never made it to the saucepan as they were being podded!). The fancy tomatoes were tasty and sweet. The Polish herbed-meat was magnificent. Even the gherkins tasted so good today!

A flavour rating of 9.55/10 for this one!

I got the pots washed, had a wee-wee, and settled down for few dozen five-minute nod-offs – waking up and repeating the process. I’d put the TV on to keep me amused for the odd three minute sessions when I woke up! It also allowed to see what programmes I was missing Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Wed 12 June 2019: Bestest trip to town in ages!

2019 12 June

2019 June 11

Wednesday 12th June 2019

Croatian: Srijeda 12. Lipnja 2019

02:35hrs. Woke, remembering the Stroke Aid visitors Caroline and Sophia, Morrison’s delivery to arrive twixt 06:30>07:30hrs, and the Blood Taking Nurse all to sort out this morning. Freed my bulbous-body from the £300 second-hand, c1968, grotty-beige coloured, rickety recliner, then, off I went for a wee-wee. Taking care to avoid any more of the painful toe stubbing en route!

I must say the colouration was very bright this morning on the toe inspection picture. But I had to use a flat board to hold the camera steady, as the right hand, fingers, and arm were in a full electricity inspired dancing mood.

To the kitchen to do the health checks next3Wed01. The readings seemed excellent to me. At, Sia 122, Dia 64, pulse 83 and temperature 34.8°c.

Got the medications out to take later, and placed them near the computer, so I do not forget to take them. (I hope!)

I got the computer on, to get started and finish off the updating of the Tuesday blog.

3Wed03I noticed the Cancer Screening kit laying near the sock-glide as a reminder to me.

Maybe today, a Porcelain Throne Evacuation might come. I feel like one is on the way, so I’ll attend to taking the samples first thing when I get in the wet room.

Yesterday, there were none at all? Mmm!

WD51.51.0 deepOlive Working on the keyboard today was a nightmare. The flaming right side fingers, hand, and arm were pretty consistent with their electrified jumping and dancing about. Making doing the post update, a long, frustrating session. Nevermind! I did get it done eventually.

3Wed05Then caught up on the WordPress Reader, and TFZer Facebooking.

Time to get the ablutions tended to, I hope the shaking doesn’t cause problems with my taking the samples, that could be really embarrassing!

Took the photo on the right of the rain, from the balcony windows.

Back in a while, I’m off to the wet room, hopefully, for Sample-Taking and to get the ablutions done and sorted. Too early for a shower, though.

3Wed04WD51.51.0 deepOlive Well, what a comical fumble about! I was advised to ‘catch’ any evacuated material, in a disposable container, to take the two samples from it. Print my name (Already done) and date in the sleeve cover, seal it up, and ready the next lot for tomorrow’s sampling. Of course, everything was as solid as a rock, and despite my best efforts, nothing could be moved! Not even any wind escaped!

So, I gave up and got an extended stand-up scrubbing, shaved, teggies, and got ready to adorn my clothing.

WD-A 51.51.0 d olive I achieved using the sock-glide without any toe stubbing the hand/leg shakes. But I did take a little skin off of a finger knuckle on the metal and rubber holding grip. I’m not sure why I tried the glide with this small pair of socks made from Bamboo. I considered putting on the Ankle-Support, but the toe was stinging as it was, without the blood flow being cut. I battled my aboulia, hesitatingly, hummed and faffled about, should I, shouldn’t I, for ages. In the end, I decided to leave the decision making until later. Humph!

Back to the computer, and did some Coreldraw work, and edited this blog.

The intercom rang and flashed, it was the Morrison delivery. I got to the phone as quick as I could, for the toe seemed to be getting more painful. I buzzed him in and… The damned right hand burst into one of its involuntary Axonotmesis inspired shakes and twitching session, and I dropped the phone…

The coil wire allowed the phone to fall straight down, as the shaking hand made me drop the handset, and guess what?

3Wed05a1aWD-A 51.51.0 d olive It was just long enough for the receiver to reach far enough for it to land on, and clout my already suffering and unlucky poor stubbed toe!

I took a photo of the perilously bad-luck ridden for me, intercom phone, with the flex in its “Watch-Out-Inchcock – pain on the way” position. Tsk! Showing how well, nay, perfectly, that it was set-up, the optimum length of flex available for reaching, falling on, bashing, bruising further, and clouting any unsuspecting stubbed toes that might foolishly be joined to the end some fools foot, that is in the vicinity or using the intercom. Hahaha!

3Wed001A few words of a naughty variety were uttered underneath my breath. Like, ‘Oh fancy that!’ ‘Well, blow me down! and ‘Arghh!’ Hehe!

The Morrison chap arrived up at the flat and placed the bags in the hallway. I could not resist telling him of my Accifauxpas with the phone. He was not impressed, but he m3Wed06anaged a half-smile. I thanked him, and off he shot.

Once again, I had forgotten about returning the carrier bags that should have been recovered from the previous order delivered. Ah, well! Worse things happen at sea!

Yet, still, my IQ told me things would improve later?

3Wed08I put the purchases away. I had overdone it again, and, or, made more cock-ups doing the order in the first place.

I’d ordered six pots of Limoncello desert, the most significant bag of chips (Fries) available, a ready meal (that I thought about, but think I changed my mind but didn’t, Hehe!) amongst the many items bought that were not needed! I even got some more of the baked beans and vegetable sausages. I must stop getting back into this bad habit!

I was so pleased when Caroline arrived at the flat. All business to start with, a firm and determined: “Are we going out on the bus today, we must do! No messing about, after a little natter, the gal started to get the four-wheeled trolley out ready for me to rush things along. I was having trouble keeping up with things. And when it came to us going out, I was all confused whether I had left lights on, heaters, stove, faucets, etc.

We had an enjoyable gossip as we walked along Chestnut Way to the new bus stop. At the bus stop, there were many Winchester Court folk, but a scarcity of Woodthorpe ones? But a chat here an there was had. On the bus to town, talking was difficult, but Caroline and I managed some. It was decided while being monitored by Caroline, I’d go to the pound shop, for toothpaste, drain-cleaner, and Pork pies if they had any in. Then to the Victoria Market for a pair of trousers, and get the bus back so that Caroline was not out too long. That was the plan!

We dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street and walked in the light drizzle to the Poundland store. I moved as fast as I could around the store, to impress Caroline ♥. First I got the drain cleaner, the into the fridge but no Pork Farms large pies on sale, the into the toothpaste, and what a mind-blowing selection they had! I usually use the Colgate gel type. Today they had many different brands on sale. I ended up getting one that was smaller, 75g compared to the 100g normal one. Maxfresh, with intense foam! I thought I’d try it out.

3Wed12aaOn the way to the self-serve checkouts, I spotted they had some cans of Churchfield Chilli Con Carne, I bought a couple to try.

This little lot filled the pathetic storage box come seat, on the four-wheeled trolley to capacity.

We walked over the road into Boots, through to the Victoria Centre. Caroline pointed out the lifts, and we used it to get up to the Market level. As we walked through the fruit & Veg market. I said I’d look to see, but thought it was too early, for any fresh garden peas. Caroline said she had seen some in Tesco earlier.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive That was it, the thought of getting trousers was abandoned, and we made out way out to the lift and down to the ground floor, and walked to Tesco, in my search for the garden peas! I’d have a look for some Pork Knuckle at the same time. Miserable at having found neither, we walked back onto Upper Parliament Street. Where I took a couple of pictures of the traffic lights opposite Clinton Street.

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The Nottinghamian’s, as usual wandering across the (Only one fatal accident at these lights so far this year) pelican lights, against the red light. Bless em!

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Not so bad, really, I’m just glad I don’t have to use the trolley or stick in Tokyo! Hehehe!

We made our way to the L9 bus stop and caught it back to the flats.

As we got off, farewells and Caroline shot off to her car, having spent too long looking after me, on to her next mission of the day.

As I began the walk down Chestnut Way, the bus turned at the new traffic island, to pick up passengers at the outward bound request stop shelter.

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Winwood Heights was looking more like it is meant to now. But we have until around November until everything is in place and sorted.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive I got in the apartment, and the feet, ankle, knees, stubbed toe, feet, and Anne Gyna were all giving me bother. Tired and weary feeling to, poor old chap! I got the purchases put away. Stripped off and adorned the dressing gown and slippers.

3Wed12bI decided on the Chilli-Con-Carne and frankfurters for the meal, with some of the chips from the gigantic bag morning. Huh!

I liked the Chilly-Con-Carne. It was not too hot for me. The franks tasted fine, but the substituted or wrongly ordered chips were a disappointment. Had some Milk Loaf to soak up the tasty fluids. A limoncello to follow. A Flavour rating of 7/10, despite the crap chips.

I had a search for the missing return envelops again, no luck!

All I did, apart from the odd wee-wee after doing the pots, was watch TV for ten-minute, nod-off, wake up fifteen-minutes later, nod-off. Wake up…

Inchcock Today – Tues 11 June 2019: The whiffled stubbed toe is getting incommodious again? Fingers, hand & arm jerking is too. Hey-Ho!

2019 11 June

2019 June 9

Tuesday 11th June 2019

Greek: Τρίτη 11 Ιουνίου 2019

01:45hrs. I almost sprang awake and was just about to recall bits of a dream, when the need for wee-wee arrived. Which took precedence, and the nightmare was forgotten about. The extraction from the £300, second-hand, warped, c1968, rickety recliner, and getting myself semi-perpendicular, went well.

wd 0.0.255 Apart from the stubbed toe still being tender, and my bashing it against the sock-glide as I made my way to the wet room, the other ailments were being so kind to me. (This can’t last, of course!)

2Tue03Another encouraging sign when I took the SWDWW (Short-weak-dribbling-wee-wee), the colour seemed to be much nearer its normal.

wd 0.0.255 The not so good thing, was the toe seemed to be more tender and painful.  So I whipped off the slipper and had a decker at it. Oh, dearie me! The earlier stubbing on the sock-glide most likely brought on some more bruising? Ah, well, it was a decent clouting that I gave it!

2Tue01I set about taking the evening medications that I forgot to imbibe last night. And then got a t-shirt and a pair of socks hand-washed, and drying on the airer. I got the morning tablets out and placed the pot near to the computer, to remind me to take them later. Then did the health checks for the day. The results were good this morning, apart from the pulse that was a little high, I think.

Sys 137, Dia 70, Pulse 108 bpm, and Temp at 35.4°c.

wd 0.0.255 I got on the computer to update and finish the Monday post. It took a while, but this was mainly due to having so many photographicalistions to put on, that I took in Nottingham yesterday. The odd decent one, too. The fingers were not doing a lot of the electric-like jumping for once. But the arm and shoulder shake’s replaced them. Not complaining though, cause they are much easier to cope with when typing.

I eventually finished and sent off the diary to WordPress.

Went to make a brew of tea. Then took a horrendously lousy picture of the night. Through the unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed, new kitchen windows; with the impossible to reach panes of glass that need but will2Tue02 have to do without being cleaned glass. And, necessitate the use of the step ladders, if one wants to take a picture out and downwards of the complex. Or needs to check to see if any emergency vehicles are on site when the alarm that I cannot anyway, hear goes off.

The picture came out terrible. I’m not surprised. When the arm and shoulder-shakes come on, they might be less detrimental to the using the keyboard, although selecting things with the mouse can be dodgy; but they do tend to make taking steady pictures, difficult.

I made up a template and started this blog going.

Then went on the TFZer Facebooking, to add photographs and make comments, etc. A long job, with all the pictures I’d taken yesterday, in Nottingham. It took me hours to get done, but I enjoyed doing it.

I had to make some graphics done for later use, on CorelDraw, another time-consuming job, however, I enjoy doing these too! Worked away, even as the arm and shoulder were involuntarily dancing and jumping again! I made few cock-ups with the jerky movements, jumping and clicking icons that I didn’t even know some of them did, never used them before. So, you can understand me getting ratty with myself, as it took me ages to get back to where I was – doing it blindly, so as to speak. I just hope I haven’t reset any of… erm what’s the word. Huh, gone potty all together here… Presets. That’s not the word, but its the nearest I can get. I hope this doesn’t mean another funny-turn is coming on. I imagine that this lethologica is worse due to the stroke?

wd 0.0.255 Not complaining all the same; the nurse last week told me that two of the blokes in the Stroke Ward with me, didn’t make it out, so schtum Inchcock! One of them was, no; I’ll not mention his name, that would be thoughtless, in case anyone reads this blog. We exchanged email addresses. But the nurse spilt a jug of water over my notepad on the morning I was moved to the Residential Home. And the Arriva ambulance women who lifted me to the Acorn Home… Huh done it again, got the name wrong. I had to go on the web to find it, Humph! It was called the Oaks… I’m losing the plot here. Oh, yes, the Arriva ambulance drivers, rushed me so much, I ended up with stuff belonging to the poor chap in the next bed, and half my stuff missing!  It is now of sincere regret that we didn’t get a chance to use the emails. A grand chap. Not being morbid, just so sorry it had to happen to such a friendly and spirited young man.

Thinking about this, how the staff at the Oaks coped amazes me. At times it was like a nursery with aged adults. The kindness of some of the carers and cleaners will stay with me for as long as I have left. I took some chocolates and nibbles for them the week after I’d gone home. I really must take them some more, so they know how appreciated they were (Not all of them, of course).

Anyroad up, it took me over three hours to do one Brexit funny (A good un though, I think) and one Inchcock’s Thoughts in Rhyme.

I went to make another mug of tea, and the rain was still falling. The wee-wees seem to have slowed down. Just thought I’d mention it, like. Haha!

2Tue04

Alk08kI had a change and went on the TFZer Facebooking again. Pattie from Canada asked me if I had received a card and some flowers when I was in the Stroke ward in the hospital.

At the time, I was not really with-it when they were delivered. But could only see from the TFZers and no names. Bless yer, Pattie ♥ & Sandie ♥.

That would be the yellow flowers, in this picture that Pete took for me on a visit. I had no camera, no money, and no bank card. Pete had taken charge of them, for fear of them getting stolen. I had to scrounge a pen to do my crossword book with when the one I had dried up. No cash for papers either. But Jane kindly brought me a Nottingham Post from the day before that she had read and cut the coupons and quizzes out of. Hehe!

Back to CorelDrawing. I must get a move on, Tsk!

wd 0.0.255 Bloomin’ hard work this. I’ll have to give up, the hands, more so the arm and shoulder are going haywire too often with the shaking.

wd 0.0.255 The baby potatoes I put in the new slow-cooker three hours ago, were tested. Still rock-hard? Fed-uppererdness-Mode-Engaged!

2Tue22A change of plans then, chips again.

A super-doper meal and a half was enjoyed, despite the tiredness, the drooping eyelids, and the cracking headache and sneezing after the meal. The Aldi sourdough bread was brilliant as usual. A taste-rating of 7.9/10 for this effort, not bad at all.

It dawned on me; no porcelain Throne visits today at all. Just when I get the Cancer Screening kit to use, too. Tsk!

Did the washing up, took the medications, and sat down in the second-hand, gungy-beige recliner. Only to nod-off every ten minutes or so, and wake again. This lasted for ages.

2Tue07Got up for a wee-wee, took a picture of outside, and the rain had stopped. But it still looked a bit dodgy out there.

Head down again, I continued to nod-off every ten minutes or so, and wake again.

It was so late by the time I managed to get a decent bit of kip in. Hey-ho!

 

Inchcock Today – Mon 10 June 2019: Off to town. It poured a plethora of precipitation – I didn’t-half get wet! Hehe!

2019 10 June

2019 June 10

Monday 10th June 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 10fed Mehefin 2019

01:40hrs. A distracting night of sleeping-waking repeatedly and regularly for a wee-wee! It looks like the infection is coming back. The evacuations are looking pale yellow, and are becoming more frequent again, it seems. Not surprisingly, I needed another one.

So after rising from the sometimes downright dangerous £300, second-hand, rickety, gungy-beige, c1968, working-and-then-not-working recliner, and gaining my balance, appreciating there was far less pain from the stubbed toe, I was off to the WC, taking the almost full EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) with me for emptying and sanitisationing.

1Mon02 Then, the mysterious stubborn-streak in me, that decided to get the hand-washing done, being as I had got up, albeit grudgingly, so early. I did not want to miss using the time I had made and gained in foolishly, nay, lamebrainedly, nay, stupidly getting up and about so early in the day.

wda51.51.153 The bad luck was in the middle of washing the shirts and socks, the damned cunningly timed Peripheral Neuropathy started the handshaking and leg dancing just at the moment I was emptying the bowl of soapy water to be replaced with some clear cold water for the rinsing out!

The fingers played up at the same time, and I ended up making a right and glorious mess of the kitchen and myself!

Blow the waist, got soaked as the hands lost a grip on the bowl. The good bt is the protectin pants kept most of the water out, but unfortunately, it dribbled down the trousers and onto the feet then floor to join the tidal-wave I was already sloshing about in! Cleaning things up was a painful affair, but I got it done eventually. Then dried myself out and changed clothing. I got on with sorting out and resumed the hand washing duties.

wda51.51.153 Again, somewhat ruefully, the finger dancing caused me to lose my grip of the Wilko clothes softener, dropped it, and the side split open! At least there was far less mess and disruption to sort out this time.

wda51.51.153 1Mon08I got the things drying and hanging eventually. Cleaned up again, and noticed my dodgy right-hand hand, had horrendously gone all red!

I think that with the whole body looking so anaemic and pale ever since the stroke, made it come across as being something more alarming to me?

However, a few minutes later, it had started to transmogrify back to its regular pastiness and off-whiteness. Hehe!

Perhaps the mixture of Wilko liquid soapflakes and fabric softener caused the colouration?

I got the emergency bucket disinfected and in position for easy access, near the computer. Used it for an SSPWW (Short-Sprinkly-Painful-Wee-wee) again a little yellowish.

WD 51.51.153 I made 1Mon07a brew of good strong Assam tea and sorted the medications out.

On the computer to update the Sunday post.

I hadn’t got far, and it was hard work with the finger-end-dancing.

I eventually, three months later it felt like, oh, and four wee-wees then, I got the update completed! Sent it off to WordPress, but, as I say, it took sooo long to do!

1Mon07c

I had a comment come in from my American cyber-pal, Tim. He mentioned the health checks readings and how good they were.

This made me realised I had not done the health checks, so I got them done. They looked okay to me, Sys 167, Dia 78, Pulse 83 and Temperature of 35.8°c.

The coughing and sneezing began again, out of the thin? No accounting for it.

I put some photographs on my Pinterest site. I then got on with starting this post off.

1Mon08aTime to get the ablutions sorted out, if I am to get everything done to catch the 09:30 bus to town. I hope the wee-weeing doesn’t bother me when I’m out. (Just a thought, but a worrying one!)

The stubbed toe look a lot better, but various back-up stubs during that on the three-wheeled-walker ensured it was still painful! Hehehe!

Got things ready, and set out to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. I hopefully will see Hauptsturmführeress Warden Deana, and ask her if she would kindly fill in the Questionnaire about the Nottingham ‘On Call’ service I used, for help when I had the stroke, for me. And explain my writing problems with the electrification of the fingers and shakes, are making my handwriting almost unreadable. To me, it was as well!

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Gruppenführeress and Weekend ‘Tatler’ Model Deana, was in the office, and kindly, she filled in the form for me. I trotted over the road to the Post Box and got it in.

Then returned to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents portacabin. Some strangers were having a meeting there, and it was hard to find a seat. Glad I did though, I had a friendly chat with Angela, Roy, and Welsh William. When it came to going out for the bus, a right gang of residents were gathered. Hehe! Most of them got on the outbound bus. Those that went on the inbound one had a collection (including me), of trolleys and walkers. So, I 1Mon09ahad to sit on a sidesaddle seat. Most uncomfortable and incommodious way to travel, but, a necessary evil nowadays.

I got off with the others, in town on Upper Parliament Street. I called into Wilko store and bought some more liquid soapflakes, softener to replace the one that split open in the Accifauxpas early on. Humph!

WD 51.51.153 Then I went to the Poundland shop. But they had no Pork Farms Pies in, so I came out and decided to walk down Clinton Stree West and take some photographs. But as I stood there, I thought of Sandra from the TFZ site, when a turquoise I think, bus, was going by, from left to right, I took three snaps. On a closer look later at home, I saw the writing Lilac Line. So I got that wrong as well. Sister Jane would not be surprised to read this. Hehe! I hope Sandie likes this.

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1Mon09As I began to walk up to Clinton Street, another so-called street dweller had taken up a position close to the Poundland shop.

I felt a smidge guilty in passing him by, but one doesn’t know what to do for best in these situations. If someone is selling the Big Issue, at least they are trying to improve themselves. Poor devils or con-men?

But who am I 1Mon14to judge?

The large store on the corner of Upper Parliament Street and Clinton Street that used to be a John Collier Tailors, (Remember their TV ditty? “♫John Collier, John Collier, the window to watch! ♫Next it was a Burtons Tailors, I assume when they bought out the previous occupant. Many shops have occupied it since then, but all have failed. So, it’s no surprise they are struggling to get anyone interested.

The limp down Clinton Street West brought many photo opportunities for me.

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1Mon21I poddled into the slab square and began t go down Exchange Walk and took this photo on the right. The chap on his mobile looks just like my Brother-in-Law Pete. (To me, anyway!)

I got so far down, and glanced at my new-to-me second-hand “£2 wristwatch, with its £10 strap replacement, Hahaha! I realised I didn’t have time to g to the Marks & Spencer Food Hall in search of some Californian Sourdough bread 1Mon22after all. Else I will miss the L9 bus home.

So, I nipped back along South Parade near the tram station, and to the other Poundland store on Fletcher Gate… No, that should be, on Wheeler Gate. Tsk! But they had no Pork Farms pies either. But, I still ended up with a dirty-great load of stuff to add to the Wilko products already in the trolley. I ended up filling the shoulder bag too! Bleach, Payne’s chocolate brazil misshapes, Dettol lavender antiseptic disinfectant at £2 a bottle (Three pounds a bottle at Morrisons), so I got three of them. I certainly overdid it. A lady at the checkout helped me pack the bags while giving me a look like it was saying, “The poor pitiful old fool!” Huh, I know, I deserved it, too!

1Mon23The rain began to come a lot more substantial, and I made my way to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street.

I got a bit wet on the trip, but once under the bus shelter, it was dry enough. I took a shot of the Council House Dome, encapsulating some buses on Queen Streer. Encapsulating? Is that the right word? I’ll check it out… Yes, that’s the word. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

WD 51.51.153 The journey home was a daymare! Three of us on the bus with Trolley-Guides, and on the Sidesaddle seats – the rain was almost a storm – people getting on and off the bus, showering me with rain from their umbrellas as they got on and off. Then a lady with a pram got on! Sheila (I think that’s her name) adjusted her trolley-wheeler to make room. Leaving far less room for people to pass, I got wetted repeatedly as folks got on and off… then someone trod on my already stubbed toe! Still, we had a natter and laugh.

1Mon24WD 51.51.153 When we arrived at the flats on Chestnut Way, I got adequately soaked-through within seconds of alighting the bus. Shiela shot off at a pace that Veronica Campbell-Brown would have been proud of. We Woodthorponian’s do have much further to walk to and from the bus stop, the Winchesteronian’s were soon in their block, a few yards, not the 400 yards we poor devils had to suffer and get soaked-through, doing! Not moaning or jealous of course. Just wet! Haha!

After a bit of a farce trying to get in the lift, I got up and in the flat. The first thing, a wee-wee. Then out to fetch the trolley and bag inside. Put the stuff away, and got the kettle on. Readied the evening medications for later, on the Ottoman. Another wee-wee, it still looked on the yellow side to me?

Made a start updating this post and getting the pictures sorted out.

I stopped to phone Sister Jane. I wanted to know how she was going on with her poorly toe and the operation. I totally forgot about it as we nattered on about this and that.

Back to the blogging, and I recognised I had not asked Jane about her toe! I rang her again and inquired of her toe. Well, after what her surgeon said to her, I agree with her decision not to have it done. After the operation, which will hurt, she will be limping for at least a year, possibly two! I got the idea he was1Mon26 trying to put her off… well he succeeded! Tsk!

I pressed on with the blog for several hours. The rain kept pouring, then suddenly lessened.

I got the chips in the oven, and the porks slices readied. Then I did some more work on this Inchcock Today.

I then had a nip put on the balcony to take a photograph. The petrichor smell after the rain 1Mon25was wonderful. Just look at the spectacular, amazing colours of the greenery on Chestnut Way.

Nearly all of the balconies in the shot, have been decorated and adorned now. No doubt, an apartment with a female tenant in the flat! Hehe! Only joking!

I took a picture of one of the balconies of a man at leisure, peace, and having an idle-moment. Jealous mode adopted! Hehehe!

1Mon27He’s wearing jeans, old man’s slippers like mine, and lounging, feet up, relaxed, with a newspaper and book near to his expensive, possibly new chair; that I would not be able to get out of once I’d got down settled in it.

My EQ told me this pleasant scene proves that he does not have housework, ironing, and no laundry to do. No walking stick. No, medical appointments, no physio exercises to do, his balcony does not leak like what mine does, I don’t see any medication pots. Above all, there will be a lady living in the flat. Haha! Jealous Mode still in use!

I got the no1Mon33sh made and served up. Chips, Brunswick smoked ham, mini pork & pickle pies, Pinto beans and a Limoncello dessert to follow. I ate it all!

WD 51.51.153 I got back to my naughty ways afterwards and ate a bag of crisps, and some chocolate covered Payne’s brazil nuts and two jelly babies! I blame the getting soaked through in the rain. Ahem! Guilt Mode Adopted!

I just know I’m putting weight back on, and am a touch wee’d-off with myself now!

I got settled, took the medications and watched some TV… Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 9th June 2019: A discriminable Sunday.

2019 9 June

2019 June 8

Sunday 9th June 2019

Sudanese: Minggu 9 Juni 2019

23:10hrs. I woke up. A sore throat, coughing, and for some reason, the Arthur Itis affected knees and the stubbed toe was more painful this morning? The Axonotmesis and the Peripheral neuropathy were causing the right hand and fingers to feel all electrified and jerky, too. But, let’s count the blessings; No bother from Reflux Roger, the metal Ticker Valve, Ann Gyna, Hernia Harold, Back Pain Brenda, Kidney Keith, the Ear Ache, and am not so confused as I have been lately.

So, I’m not complaining (yet). The least painful of them all, is the fingers and hands jumping about, changing between feeling nothing, to hypersensitive. They even make the walking stick shake as I use it this morning. There are plenty of folks worse off than I am, so I’ll try not to moan again. I apologise.

Within a minute or so of waking, the now commonplace need for a wee-wee arose. Which had not during the night, so no EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) was handing, which meant my extracting my elephantine body from the £300 second-hand, rickety, c1968, grotty-beige coloured, recliner, (Which took some effort with the knees being so bad) and off to the wet room.

WD128.0.0 The SSPWW (Short-Sprinkly-Painful-Wee-Wee) didn’t last long, but somehow more of it needed cleaning up from the floor and wall afterwards than went in the WC bowl! Something is wrong here? Tsk!

By the time I had cleaned up, washed my dandies, and got out into the hallway, I had to go back in again, to utilise the Porcelain Throne. Double Tsk!

7Sun02WD128.0.0 The evacuation was of the same colour, light beige, and consistency, rock-like, with the same discomfort as the last one. But less messy.

I took a look at the pins (legs). The knees were giving me some gip this morning, worse than of late, yet they did not look too swollen or warped? The lumps and papsules seemed the same as yesterday, but the fluid-retention had increased a fair bit.

WD128.0.0 Another wash, and blow-me-down-with-a-feather-duster, I needed another wee-wee! This one was of a different mode to the first, this time a VSSWWW (Very-Short-Sprinkly-Weak-Wee-Wee). The sensation that was that it had not stopped, but it had, and I spent some time, waiting for the end that had already come. (Hope that makes sense?) At least I got it aimed better this time, my being wiser after the last release. Hehe!

The cough was nagging away at me, as I went into the kitchen, battling the shaking walking stick all the way. I thought about how things would go on the computer later, with the Peripheral neuropathy affected jumping when the ends made contact with anything fingers. Judging by how the hands were manipulating the walking stick, I may have trouble typing.

I disinfected the Emergency Grey Bucket and placed it in the utility room near the computer for use later. My EQ, along with the two wee-wees needed already, indicated it would be well-used today! The coughing continued, and I used up a fair few sheets of kitchen towels blowing the nose, up to now. Good job I have plenty in stock sorted the box of medications out and made my way to the computer to start updating and to send the Saturday Inchcock Today, to send off.

Another SSPWW (Short-Sprinkly-Painful-Wee-Wee), was taken. Oh, I love that Emergency Grey Bucket! Haha!)

My suspicions were confirmed when I started typing. The electrification-like jumping from the fingertips on making contact with anything hard, were soon annoying me, and causing too much time spent making errors and then correcting them. I’ve been told this will only get worse, so I have to find a way of coping, somehow, or stop altogether eventually, I suppose?

I got the blog done and posted off to WordPress. Then found a comment had come int, so investigated. Tim Price, mentioned: “Was your temperature really 40.2? That’s 104.3º F, which is a seriously high temperature.” I cannot remember what it was, or had I made one of my famous Cock-Ups?

WD128.0.0 7Sun10This prompted me to do the health checks again, straight away.

The BP (I think) was much better and down well and truly. Sys 112, Dia 56 and the pulse, although higher than it usually is, at 86. The temperature was 36.6°c, as Tim said later, a lot better.

Another wee-wee of the SNSWW (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-Wee) variety this time, and off to 7Sun03the kitchen to make a brew.

WD128.0.0 Taking this mystery shot en route, that I found on the SD card later. I’m even taking unknown and unintended shots with the usually much better and under more control left hand now! Haha!

In the kitchen, I started shivering a bit. Yet this is the warmest room in the flat, I think? Anyway, I made a robust Glengettie cuppa, and 7Sun01took the medications, after verifying that I was taking the correct ones this time, and not making the same cock-up as I did yesterday with them.

The view outside, with the small-looking moon in the sky, I thought worth my trying to capture on the newish Canon camera. Which I’m not completely satisfied with (The camera I mean). It does not have a view-finder, the controls are too small and fiddly for my hands and fingers, there is no option to delete a shot on the camera card, the screen is open to scratches, no cover, The card goes in the opposite way to all other cameras, it stores as IMG. Trying to get it to take smaller pictures is impossible, it tells me I have set things on S = small. Yet massive memory using sized ones go on CorelDraw? I really should not go shopping alone nowadays. Conned using my fear and passivity, and my desire to avoid anything I can’t understand, lack of confidence, timorousness and recently acquired introversion, catagelophobia, and allodoxaphobia don’t help.

Another evacuation of the SNSWW (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-Wee) variety. Then I made a start on this post. In between a couple more SSPWWs (Short-Sprinkly-Painful-Wee-Wees). Then, I did a Morrison order for delivery next Wednesday twixt 06:30 > 07:30hrs.

The black bags were sorted and taken to the waste chute.

WD128.0.0 Then the ablutions were tended to. The dropsies were not so bad today; only a razor (twice), a sponge dropped in the shower, and the toothpaste was let slip. Far less than yesterday! Oh, and the toe was stubbed only once! Hehe!

Under the shower, I thought of Sister Jane and Pete; I will send an email tomorrow, offering my thanks for all their help with the Stroke affair, again. I’d have been in a right pickle without them. The must dread me and my ailments! Hehe!

I got the three-wheel walker and the small back bag, and put some recycle jars for the bin in it, and set out for a risky hobble up to Mapperley Plains and the Aldi shop, to get some sourdough baguettes, and have a bit of exercise. If things turn hard-work, I’ll just come back. A bit nervous about making this trip for some unfathomable, incomprehensible reason? Not the IQ, just a feeling, but probably only because of things going wrong recently. Not complaining, just mentioning it.

Down in the lobby, and May was sat there waiting for her washing machines to finish. We had a laugh and natter, which was great for me on a Sunday. Dropped the jars off in the bin, and walked along Chestnut Way, taking photographs half way along the complex, from left to right and the exit way.

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I love the colouring of Winchester and Winwood Courts, it looks like the Russians do theirs. Not there is not a soul in site, there was even a scarcity of birds about?

7Sun18The walk up Sherwood Rise was a slow, careful, thoughtful one. Slow and cautious to ensure no Accifauxpas with the trolley or shakes. Careful because I was in a sort of expecting-things-to-wrong mood, But things didn’t, which was a pleasant surprise. Haha!

The feet and toe were soon playing me up, but no worse than usual. Mind you, as I said, I was taking things mega-slowly.

7Sun19The temporary garden furniture place at the top of the hill, gave me an opportunity for a rest, as I had a look at their sheds for sale on display. This price seemed too good to be true, as it included delivery and erection?

For a moment or two, it took me back to when I tried sheds at the old house. The first one blew down in a gale. Yobboes broke into the second one, I was arriving home from a night shift and caught one of the eight teenagers. Detained him, and called the police. I ended up with a counter-charge of ABH while holding onto the lad. No charges were brought against him, as he claimed he was trying to stop the others, despite his bag having my drill-box in it! The whole incident seemed almost like it happened in another life. Yet I recall bits of it so clearly, but couldn’t tell what day or time it was last Friday morning when I had the scary losing-it session. But I’m tergiversating again! Sorry.

I got to the Aldi store, this seemed to hold a large part of the Nottinghamian’s population. Mostly of the run-their-trolleys-into-old-people, and shoulder charge them, brigade. Hehehe! Battered and bruised, I spent as little time as possible in there, I arrived at the checkout with; Two sourdough baguettes, citrus air sprays, mini-potatoes, Brunswick smoked German ham and some waste-bags. Not a lot, but more than enough to fill the pathetic three-wheeled trolley bag, as well as the shoulder bag. Which I hooked onto the trolley and found a place to hang the umbrella onto it.

A gentleman behind me was kind enough to pick-up the shoulder bag I had dropped when loading the things up, then he trod on my toe! Yeow!

Walking back the way I came7Sun20, I thought I’d picture the loaded three-wheeled-trolley. As I was pretty pleased with my cleverness in getting everything in it. (Just, Hehe!)

In the distance in an old people’s home, they take dementia sufferers as well. The fees apparently start from only £440 pound a week. I might put myself in there shortly, the way things are going. Humph! I can see that at £440, 7Sun21oh yes! Mind you, it might be more for me?

A few hundred yards further along Mapperley Plains, on Woodborough Road, I stopped again, to take a picture of the amazingly beautiful (to me anyway) clouds, facing South, towards the City Centre.

Onwards on the hobble home, and right down Mapperley Rise. I believe the fourth steepest 7Sun22main road in Nottingham.

Again, but even more so on the way down, I used prudence and caution with using the trolley. Hoping that the leg’s Axonotmesis driven dancing and stomping does not come on. (Thankfully, all was well).

I got down a good way, and came across a bumblebee on the pavement, it seemed to be in difficulties, and trying to rub-off something white in colour?

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I came across bees on the floor in trouble, and apparently dying a lot last summer. I’ve not found out why so many bees seem to suffer so early in the season like this? Can anyone help me, please? My curiosity craves concinnity, most conclusively.

When I got to the flats, where the road flattens out, the pain from the toe began to abate. Ahhh!

7Sun25aI took a snap when I got to the end of Chestnut Way, of the whole Winwood Heights. The trees obviously block out the Windwood Court, the new extra-care flats being built and fitted out at the moment; that will contain hopefully when finished; A chiropodist, hairdressers, games room, and a rooftop lounge area. They are erecting link routes to the new facilities with each of the older blocks.

Not a soul seen as I made my way back to the apartment, it was like a ghost town, until as I approached the entrance foyer, where a bloke and his dog passed me cutting through Chestnut Way from the park. He spat on the floor, and dragged his dog along, giving me a right dirty look! Ah-well! 

7Sun26I felt so tired suddenly. All I did was to have a wee-wee (What else?) and got a meal cooking. Of sorts.

Smoked streaky bacon in the oven, warmed up some left-over baked beans and vegetarian sausage (well, the one sausage, hehe!), some tomato and chunky vegetables added to a tin of herbed tomatoes.

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And the delicious sourdough baguette to soak up all the juices of course!

I made short work of consuming it. A pleasant meal, worthy of an 8/10 taste rating.

I did the washing up, titivated things and stripped and got into the £300 second-hand recliner. The nodding off and waking again, for a wee-wee, commenced. Worryingly. I spotted that the last two were on the yellow side. Mmm?

Inchcock Today – Saturday 8th June 2019: Health ended up taking a turn for the worse. Never mind.

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2019 June 7

Saturday 8th June 2019

Hebrew: 2019 יום שישי 7 ביוני

After making such a mental-mess and getting all confused with things last night, I eventually got some sleep in, a good six hours of peaceful and dreamless peace! Ahh!

WD 0.0.128a 05:20hrs. I woke with the most considerable reluctance and taciturnity, then I had to struggle through a short period of uncommunicativeness between my thoughts and brain, that was out of my control. I listened to the confusion reining about, without the slightest idea or decipherment of what was milling about for a few minutes. Then again, somehow, and for some reason, this did not bother me in the least. It was not distressing, disturbing, or even frustrating to me? The fact that this unique event had happened did concern me a little later on in the day, however.

6Sat14The usual need for a wee-wee came later than usual. But it was enough to convince me to get my well-torsoed body out of the £300 second-hand, gungy-beige, rickety, on its last legs, c1968 recliner, and off to the wet room. There were no toe-stubbing or dropping the walking stick on the toe this time. It was another of the SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) variety.

I hand-washed the socks and left them soaking in the sink in liquid soapflakes.

6Sat13Off to the kitchen, where I noticed the weather was raining and misty.

Luckily for me, I remembered last nights Accifauxpa, when I took the morning medications instead of the evening ones, when I suffered the mental-whoopsiedangleplop and mix-up over time and what day it was. At least I knew where I was. Tsk!

6Sat15I got the kettle on and fetched the socked and rinsed them, and added them to the nowhere near dry oven mitts on the flat clothes airer.

I challenged me aboulia over what, if, which of the morning tablets I needed to take. After much faffling, pondering, and a surprising bit of ratiocination, I decided just to take one of the Warfarin of what should have been last night doses. How I arrived at this decision, I’ve not 6Sat10the foggiest idea, but it sounded right to me at the time. 

I made a brew of Assam tea and went to the multi-tasked front room. (Office, Computer room, balcony room, bedroom, Sock-Glide Torture room, and Stroke Physio Exercise room) and took another shot of the weather outside.

Which was still raining, but less misty now. 

 I got the computer going to update, finalise, and send off the Friday post. And a call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room again. The evacuation was the usual struggle to get started, followed by the now familiar ‘Plonk’ or thud and a splash with water spraying up onto the bottom.

WD 0.0.128a 6Sat16When I stood up, what gobsmacking colour things were. The same colour that the Humber Desert lorries were painted during the second world war, a  sort of light beige. I ought to mention this to the doctor if it comes out the same colour again. Which reminds me, I still haven’t heard anything about the Doctor referring me for a paediatrician? I checked out the legs. Whatever it was that was coming on the right 6Sat17leg shin, yesterday, had now gone? The fluid retention was coming back.

Although even now still tender, the stubbed toe when I fell over in the kitchen looked much improved, however. I got the finger and hand shakes just as I was taking this picture of the feet. Tsk!

Back to the utility room, and pressed on with doing the updating of the diary. The fingers were still getting the electric-like shakes, and this persisted for an hour or more. It’s never lasted this long before. But, they did tell me at the ulcer clinic, that there was nothing they could do about the Axonotmesis, and it will only get worse. So, I have been warned. The stroke might have brought it on more quickly? Most annoying and time-consuming all the correcting time needed!  Ah, well!

I got the oven on low, ready for preparing Josie’s weekend meal later on. Then made a start on this blog. The fingers were back to normal, with only a few-second shaking bout every now and then. After a few hours, I decided to get the ablutions tended to, so put the computer off as, since the last Windows Update, it will not go into Sleep-Mode again! Humph!

I made up the rubbish bags and called to see Josie and tell her when they would be ready, about 13:00hrs. She thought I looked a bit peaky and took the bags to the waste chute for me. I thanked her and we had a little chinwag, then back to the flat to get Josie’s nosh prepared.

WD 0.0.128a Not very successful with the cheesy spuds, I’m afraid. I dropped one, and the husk broke. I saved the flesh, but the skin on the floor had to be dished. So, then I found they had not been cooked through properly. Any amount of bashing would not get rid of the lumps. So, I scooped the skinless potatoes into an oven dish and baked them for ages, but it was not very good. In fact, I think my worst effort ever! This got me feeling a little down again. The meal looked okay in the end, but the lumpy potatoes to the edge off of it for me. The smoked herring in tomato and veg sauce, garden peas and mushrooms were fine. I delivered it to her door and explained about the cheesy potatoes.

6Sat29An hour or so later, I got my nosh cooking.

A feeling of exhaustion arrived.

Josie rang the door chimes and returned the dish and tray. She said the potatoes were fine, but I think she might have been being kind to me. Hehe! I handed her a pack of the lemon wafers for afters, she likes them as much as I do.

I got the nosh ate up, but the sudden drop in health meant I didn’t really enjoy it. By the time I’d eaten it, washed up, and took the medications, all I was capable of was sitting there watching TV, with the occasional short involuntary kip now and then. After one of these nod-offs, I decided to watch the DVD film, Equaliser 2 again and tried not to nod-off this time.

Of course, I nodded off.

I woke around eleven o’clock PM and got up. Still feeling a little groggy for some reason? Always the weekend, when there is no staff on site to help, innit! Hehe! Never mind, if things get bad I can use the Alarm Alert Wristlet button.

Inchcock Today – Friday 7th June 2019: I got myself in a pickle with the dates, then realised I hadn’t, but I had! I hope I’m back on track now. Might have to give up; the after-effects of the stroke are more afflicting than I thought. Humph!

2019 7 June

2019 April 06

Friday 7th June 2019

Malagasy: Zoma 7 Jiona 2019

WD 84.0.84 03:30hrs. Although sleep was in short supply last night, plenty of nightmarish dreams were supplied to torture my poor old blood-short brain. I can only recall bits of any detail, being chased in crumbling abandoned buildings again, falling from a plane, a self-operation to replace a certain undersized appendage, being kept in school… not the most cheerful of things to let one’s thoughts wander over, pretty glad to wake up, actually. Within a few seconds, the mechanics of the body informed me I needed a wee-wee (Fancy that, me, wanting a wee. Hehehe!). 

WD 84.0.84 I removed my body from the £300, second-hand, rickety, grotty-beige coloured, c1968 recliner, gained my balance and took the three paced without the stick, to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket), and had an SSWW (Short-Sprinkly-Wee-wee), adding to the few pints already in the bucket. As I turned to gather the accoutrements spread around, to take to the kitchen for washing, I came close to an Accifauxpa as the 5Fri002ankle gave way. I’m still not sure how I managed to avoid going over, but was nervous enough about it, to decide to put on the Ankle Support Strapping, as the toe was looking far less virulent and not so painful.  Which meant tackling the infamously dangerous Sock-Glide!

5Fri001I then made a check of the pins and the toe first. A new, erm, unknown blotch had appeared of the top of the left leg. The blood papsules had started to come back again on both of the lower limbs. I removed the socks and got them in soak with the shirt, in the bowl in the sink.

5Fri003aWD 84.0.84 The poorly right foot stubbed toe; although still a bit tender, seemed to be making great healing progress. And some pretty patterns, too. Haha!

The next job was to tackle the nervous making Sock-Glide. Praying that there will be no shaking or dancing from the Axonotmesis, and the Peripheral neuropathy affected right leg, 5Fri005while I was using the glide. Luckily, none came this time.

Placed the frame on a level surface first. Then I got the sock on the frame, without any finger trapping. This was a rare event. Usually, I end up with at least one blood blister or a bit of flesh being scraped off a finger. Hehe! Things were going well! But of course, with my record of 5Fri006Accifauxpas, I was not letting my guard down and remained vigilant to the dangers that lurked from the mega-difficult to use locking device.

I got the right foot first into the sock on the frame, as this was the more painful, obviously. I’m not saying there was not a few silent ‘Oohs’, and ‘Arghs’; but I managed to sock the foot. The left one was far easier to do.

I noticed how bad the fresh papsules were looking as I looked at these shots of the mastering of the Ankle Support Strapping, that I had fitted so easily. Fib-Mode-Engaged!

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The right-hand fingers started to do their electricalish-jumping, so the pictures are not too good this time.

I must admit, with the Ankle-Support fitted, I do feel a lot more confident, especially when the right-leg does one of its Hokey-Cokey routines, or collapse to the right-hand side.

5Fri08The wee-weeing suddenly became very frequent, they were all still of the SSWW, though.

Off to the wet room, and the Porcelain Throne. By gum, what a thud when the evacuation came. I felt a few pounds lighter and somewhat sore afterwards. Hehe!

5Fri08aI checked the hand washing drying.

Made a brew, did the health checks and took the medications. Sys 144, Dia 88, Pulse 59 and Temperature 35.8°c.

WD 84.0.84 I tackled the task of updating the Wednesday blog, and what a job it was today! The dang annoying and frustrating electrifying-fingers, thanks to the Axonotmesis, and the Peripheral neuropathy were at their worst for me this morning. Without doubt, it took me longer than it ever has before, and my will-power, patience, and mental-stamina were tested to the full extent! I definitely spent more time correcting that the original writing! I feel proper, Ferblunjit!

The SSWW type wee-weeings were often coming. Somehow, I think this, with the ever-needing-correcting-typing, is tiring me; if that is possible? My spirits are lower now than when I woke? Ah, feeling-sorry-for-myself Mode, perhaps. Not having that. So I got on with creating this blog. Many hours, corrections and wee-wees later, I went on CorelDraw to make up some ‘Thoughts’ and page-top headers in advance.

Then, I went on TFZer Facebook for a catch-up and photo posting session.

WDPAa I went to get the potato and cheese ready, and getting something out of the cupboard, I pulled out the vinegar, a box of tomato puree and a tin of tomatoes out of the closet – knocked off the basin of potato and cheese, banged my right hand (decent bruise coming up), then lost my rag and sore at myself! It seems every time I get partly contended I forget about the hand and leg shakes. I am now fed up with myself, and have to clean-up and save what I can to make the meal.

Back to depression, and angry with it! That’s not me, usually.

5Fri25Excessive weariness dawned on me. Computer off, and I got some food really early today.

Beans and vegetarian sausage, a beef pasty and instant mash cheesy potatoes.

Sat down to think through how I had let myself get so worked-up and why…

I fell asleep.

WD 84.0.84: When I woke up, I looked at my second-hand £2 wristwatch with its new £10 strap, and really believed it was 06:00hrs in the morning. “Christ! I thought; I’ve had a mega-long sleep! I suppose I must have needed it, great balls of fire… I slept for over fifteen hours!

WD 84.0.84 Continued: I felt great as I got my scarily-flabby again body freed from the £300 second-hand, rickety r6Sat05ecliner, without as much as a twinge from Arthur Itis or Anne Gyna! Off for a wee-wee, of the SSWW variety.

WD 84.0.84 Continued: I got the kettle on, did what I thought were the morning health checks. Sys 137, Sia 70, Pulse 91, The temperature was 40.2°c. I could still taste the cheesy potatoes as I belched doing it. Not like the flavour to stay so long with me. (My Cock-Up, again didn’t dawn on me yet!)

WD 84.0.84 Continued: I thought about Josie’s cheesy nosh and wondered if she wanted it on Saturday for Sunday this week. So I dropped a note in her door asking her to let me know. Bear in mind, as this time, I truly believed it to be Saturday morning. Klutz!

WD 84.0.84WDPAa 6Sat06Continued: I then foolishly took the morning medications! Not the evening ones!

Still, I was blindly and oblivious to what time, day, month or almost anything that was going on, but sillily in a content sort of mood, still thinking I had had a record-breaking length of time asleep, and happy to feel that way! Twit!

WD 84.0.84 Continued: I saw it was raining with a little mist, so I went on the balcony and took these photographs of what was meant to be the morning dew. Humph!

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IMG_0171WD 84.0.84 Continued: I got the hand washing already done on the drier, only the kitchen towel and a cleaning cloth.

I still failed to pick up on anything wrong. Fool!

WD 84.0.84 Continued: I went for another SSWW, although perhaps a little weaker this time. And checked-out the pins at the same time.

WD 84.0.846Sat07 Continued: They looked excessively pale again.

Much less water retention, but too many of the new, I assumed were Axonotmesis caused blotches and growths were back again.

WD 84.0.84 Embarrassingly Discovered: The door chimed-out its Dusty Springfield’s “I only want to be with you!” tune. It was Josie, and what a mess I made of the conversation, as it slowly dawned on me, that it was still Friday, and not Saturday morning yet! When Josie said, “I have just got back from visiting family…” I thought that’s odd, getting home at 07:00hrs in a morning? How disconcerted and abashed I felt as it dawned on me… well it didn’t, Josie had to tell me that it was Friday now! I cringed inwardly, as I got it wrong twice before it sank in! Tsk! Still, I know now that Josie wants her meal tomorrow at 13:00hrs. I thanked her, questioned my sanity, and red-faced. And withdrew into the flat…

I was right ferblunjit now. Confused as it is possible to be. The brain needed convincing of the truth. Mainly, that I was losing it, I had had, only three-hours kip, as opposed to the believed fifteen, it really was still Friday night, and hope for a reasonable recovery was now at a low ebb!

The mix-up got even worse when I opened WordPress on the computer. It took me ages to accept that I had not made an error on the dates of posts, but kept going back to thinking today was Saturday and altering posts, then changing them again, until I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I just hope that things are something like right now.

Supreme Frustration Mode adopted, along with some self-hatred and loathing mused over.

The mind was all at six’s, and seven’s now!

I updated this post. Then went on Facebooking. Then the WordPress Reader.

But, I needed banality, a breather, and most iportantly, not to start the mind working, fretting and wandering… So I made a brew and put the TV on.

Inchcock Today – Thurs 6 June 2019: Frustrating day, ending off badly mind-wise. Oy Vey!

2019 6 June

2019 June 6

Thursday 6th June 2019

Croatian: Četvrtak, 6 Lipnja 2019

04:40hrs. After what must have been six hours kip, I woke, late, but gently this time – with a clear memory of having had a short dream about one of my fears – water, and swimming (That’s two innit? Hehe!).

WD153.51.0 I wrote down some notes, but there was not much to remember, apart from the changing emotions. It was night time, and people were encouraging me to swim over the river Trent with them. I had heavy clothing on, but none of it mattered at the time, because I really did believe that I had lost my phobia and learnt to swim? I joined a queue of people, waiting for my turn to get into the water… With seconds all the same people, were on a beach, nighttime again, with intentions to swim the channel! This, I was not prepared for, and started to panic and find ways of not going… I recall sitting on the stone wall with my feet dangling in the water… I’m pretty sure this was the time I woke up, needing a wee-wee.

WD153.51.0 The extraction of my gothopotamus frame and body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige, rickety recliner, was a little more unpleasant than of the last two mornings. Also caused the uttering of a few words that were encouraged by the pain of my stumping the already painful toe against the legs of the computer chair; descriptive words, like ‘Oh, blow it! ‘Fancy that!’ and ‘Oh dear! (Loosely). Hehehe! The wee-wee was of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) mode. I’ve not had one of these for a while. The EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) was well-filled, yet I cannot recall using it during the night?

3Wed28I sat and took a photo of the pins. Not so blotchy today, but a well-fluid-filled pair of limbs, I’ve got.

Physio Charlene is due in today around 08:30hrs, as is the Morrison delivery. I was not keen on doing the exercises, but they need to be done. And, I hope I’ve got this week’s Morrison order, right.

On an impulse, no reason really, unless maybe the sky appealed, I took some photographicalistions, from inside the unwanted, light and view-blocking, impossible to clean, knuckle tearing openings on the windows, balcony.

4Thu06

I took the morning medications and did the health checks. Sys 88, Dia 65, Pulse 60 and temperature 35.3°c.

I made a brew and no hand washing to be done, I did it last night, then got on with finishing the Wednesday blog. The effort and irritation varied, as did the electrified finger jumping. Eventually, I got it done. Then, I stopped to get the ablutions tended to.

WD153.51.0 During which, I stubbed the poorly toe, again, against the WC riser-leg! More unpleasant and curse words were muttered! The stubbed-toe pains became quatridual today. And not a lot easier yet. But nevermind, pain is something I am good at coping with, being accustomed to it. Although this one, tried me further than some of the more serious stuff, has.

4Thu07As I was leaving the wet room, the intercom rang out, the Morrison chap was early, but this was nae bother.

He took the bags through to the kitchen for me and reminded me about the carriers to return, too. I set about the task of getting the rather larger than usual delivery of food stored away. Ending up with a chocker-block filled fridge and freezer, again.

4Thu08

The baked beans & vegetarian sausage, are on offer at 40p, down from 75p. I tried one last week, and they were a lovely flavour, so I got some more in. Which helped pay for the 25% Hot Balsamic Vinegar (Hot, as to be used in cooking). Now, they’ve gone up to £3 a small bottle.

4Thu08aWD153.51.0 Unloading, I did realise I had made a faux-pas, yet again this week. I was under the impression I had ordered a single ready-cooked meal, a beef hotpot, of 300gr – But no, that life would be too simple and things go right? I ended up with a £5, mind you, it was reduced on offer, Minced Beef hotpot, of 600gms! Humph! Clot!

My hand on the box and the milk loaf shows how large it was. It wouldn’t even fit in the fridge or freezer! I did feel a fool!

Minutes later, after getting everything sorted, Nurse Charlene arrived to do some physio aerobaticalisationing with me. But after a few of the movement, she realised how painful it was for me with the toe and Arthur Itis playing the knees up too, she put a stop to the exercises. We had a good natter, though. She told me if I could manage it, to get a steady walkout done today. I thanked her, and off she went.

So, a bit of a rush about, but I got things ready and took two bags to the chute on the way out, and two jars for the recycle bin. I also took the gigantic beef hotpot down with me. Then down to catch the bus. I handed the food in at the  Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, shed. For the catwalk models and wardens, to share for a meal, as a bit of a treat for them. At least my cock-up came in for a bit of good.

4Thu09At the bus stop, Mary and Pete shared a chinwag with me. Caught the bus into Arnold, and had I had a bit of a shoppers delight visit.

Firstly into the Wilko store. With the daily hand-washing, I needed some more of the Y-Lang scented Fabric softener and the washing granules. Some liquid soapflakes, as well. Then out into fresh air and walked along to Front Street and the cheapo shop, Savers. They had some economically priced lemon fresh-air spray cans at 99p, so I got a couple, a 1ltre bleach at 99p, and a Neutrodol spray, at 99p. But of course, I wasn’t really thinking, was I?

WD153.51.0 When I paid for the stuff, the chap who served me had the job of fitting it all in extra little back-bag I’d taken, as the trolleys farting small bag was full of stuff from Wilko that I’d had bought earlier on. Huh! Fool! Eizel!

To make things worse, what a mug that I am, I came out and walked into the Asda store, to get some potatoes for the cheesy-spuds at the weekend, for Josie. Me? Gone into sop and buy one thing? Sadly; No Chance! I came out with, a bag of 6 packs of cheesy curls, the potatoes as needed, tomatoes, curried beans and a DVD! But a great one!

4Thu10 I paid at the self-serve tills.

WD153.51.0 And what a pickle I got into! I had to take everything out of the shoulder pack, most things from the trolley bag, and repack everything to make room for the Asda stuff!

The chap behind, despite his tut-tutting, and gruff-heavy-breathing, resisted saying anything 4Thu11to me, bless him! A big chap too. Ahem!

I was walking up the hill into the car park on the way to the bus stop, and a chap shot by me and said; “It gets steeper every time you walk up it, dunnit!” And shot off. Obviously, I must have been struggling more than usual, then? Hahaha! A lady passed me by, and said, “Never mind midduck, it’ll all soon be over! Gave me a lovely smile, winked, and walked on? Mmm!

4Thu12At the top of the pathway, I had to take a shot of this lovely wildflower. It looked so fresh and beautiful to me.

There was a spider,  which I spent ages and many failed tries to picture, but I was so small an I was unable to get a clear shot of it. I was a tad disappointed with myself at this failure!

4Thu13Through the car park to the bus stop shelter. There were not many free parking spaces available this Friday.

I noticed that many folks were making the best of the sunshine and were scantily dressed. And there was little tubby old me, with more clothes on, than even I  needed. The sweat poured out of my pores as I made my way over the park to the roadway.4Thu13aa

I took a photo of the Asda petrol station across the road from the bus stop. I had a ten-minute wait for the bus, and only three cars called for petrol?

Still, they can’t do a runner without paying at this station. It’s card only payments. Hehe!

I caught the bus, and in Sherwood, several residents got on. Which was great, cause it enabled me to have a natter with them on the way up the hill to the flats. About nine of us got off the bus, and the other eight scattered with alacrity and speed? WC requirements, most likely?

The pins, toe and right knee were all giving me some bother on the hobble along Chestnut Way to the block of flats.

4Thu16But, once in the foyer, May and Gaynor who were sat there, let me have a gossip and laugh with them. Which was super!

They both let me take their photographs too!

Gaynor was looking rather attractive today, mind you, she usually does to me.

4Thu14What a pose May gave me for her photo!

The bestest natter and fun since I got back to the flat after toe Stroke!

I got upstairs and had another wee-wee, of the SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee) variety.

WD153.51.0 Then, a cuppa and got on with updating this post. It took many hours I’m afraid. The fingers kept jumping, and even the leg had a few goes at involuntarily doing the Hokey Cockey! But luckily, up to now, it has been each time I was sat down, so, no Accifauxpas! Phew!

4Thu27I got the dinner going and took the evening medications.

The meal: Beef pasty, chips, salad (tomatoes, lettuce, cucumber, yellow peppers), chips, milk bread and an apple. A limoncello dessert to follow.

I gobbled it all up and enjoyed it. A flavour rating of 6/10 granted to it.

4Thu17WD153.51.0 I got the new DVD on to watch… kept falling asleep and rewinding, got fed up with doing it, and turned it off. I put the TV on, fell asleep and kept waking up and missing things.

Gave-up again, and decided to get my head down.

WD153.51.0 Woke up in need of a UWTWW Unwilling-Weak-Trickle-Wee-Wee.

WD153.51.0 Head down again, and the landline light flashed. By the time I had struggled out of the recliner, it had stopped.

Head back down again.

The brain started to fill with the dreaded, past depravedednesses committed, wrong decisions, mistakes etc. and sleep did not return for hours. I stewed in self-made misery!

When sleep came properly, it was filled with unpleasant dreams.

I ought to publish this bit, titled; “The madman’s route to madness!” Hehehe! I blame the stroke!

TTFNski.