Inchcock – Mon 14 Jan 2019: Song arrived from New Mexico about my marathon hobbles! Oh, Yes!

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Monday 14th January 2019

Japanese: 2019年1月14日月曜日

23:45hrs. I stirred into imitation life and realised that for two hours or so. I’d have a dream, wake up and think about it, (even scribbled some notes about the odd one on the notepad), nodding off again, another dream, more pondering over it… repeatedly! I can only get details from these scrawled notes, there were three pages of writing, but much of it ineligible. The detailed memories of the phantasms are vague or non-existent.

Dreams from the notepad:

  1. Being chased in an abandoned building – many floors – ogres – women.
  2. Boat on a canal – frothy brown water – drowning – underground cave.
  3. In a  trench – fingers kept falling off, put them back on – Gunfire?
  4. Unreable scrawl on notepad!
  5. Past mistakes and bad choices – tormenting – embarrassing – Cadets & TA.
  6. Heaven – arguing – Stalin – ambulance – ejected back to earth – blood.
  7. Young again – romantic moments – flowers – my motorbike – boxing – squash – badminton – bungee jumping – Suzie – school – cane and strap – Christine – the Meadows – Dad – Guilt.

Ah-well!

I became aware of the need for me to take a wee-wee. But it was nothing like the last few days. Not such urgency, pain, power or panic about the activity. I was back to the standard SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) for the moment at least. Yet, when I rose and tried to put on the slippers, the legs still held plenty of fluid, and any leg lifting was painful. The need to us the Porcelain Throne arrived at the same time. The wee-wee was so short, it surprised me. (They remained like this, and oh, so frequent, they stopped me from daring to go out on a long hobble, Grumph!)

The legs were stiffened and a little harder to use? The fluid content, as you can see, unevenly distributed. Why this was so, I didn’t know. But, there you go! Hohoho!

I did note that the hairs had gone from the lower legs now, just like they did when I first started retaking the Furosemides. Like the ones on the stomach that disappeared last week. The pot-marks, papsules, swelling and depressions, blemishes, vein-graphics, lumps, ridges, bruises, the boil,  Stasis ulcer, and the ‘Arthur Itis lives here’ eruptions on the knees, were all indicative of getting old, I suppose. Hey-ho!

Also, there was just the one EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) found in the wet room. Have the cunning little beasts got reinforcements who are doing a recce of the flat? Why are they still alive in this cold weather? Are there thousands of eggs in their hidey-holes in the window plastering and shower drain? Ready to give life to more of them, another invading army? My brain seemed to be imperseverant to the problem. Although, this morning the mind seemed like a composite of yonderly, acceptance and cerebricity, with a touch of lackadaisicalness lurking in the grey-cells.

Another SSWW, and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. I took this picture from the unwanted light and view-blocking new window, using the old Sony camera.

Not bad I thought. I’d forgot just how slow the old gal is.

I got all the equipment gathered to do the Health Checks.

The sphygmomanometer worked the first time. The new thermometer also operated immediately.

It all went smoothly and without any hassle.

Apart from my discovering I had missed last nights medications by falling and staying asleep for so long. Tsk! Made a brew and took the medicines for this morning, along with the Warfarin and Simvastatin from last nights quota. I did not repeat any of the medications of course. Had an SSWW. Then on the computer, to get the record updated for last week and this check.

Duodenal Donald came on while I was doing this. My EQ told me things might, no, would, get worse with Donald later. I knew this when the pain became like a droning one straight away. This usually indicates he is settling in to give me some nasty grief. I took a good swig or two of the antacid medication the doctor gave me. Although I knew the results would be derisory, impotent and ineffective, the hopes of getting just some relief, prompted me.

It dawned on me, how long I had spent in the £300 second-hand recliner last night. Eight or nine hours methinks, a long time for me. Mind you, most of the time I was dreaming, waking, thinking… dreaming waking, thinking… Tsk!

Before updating the Sunday post, I made an early start on this blog, to get down the memories such as they are, of the dreams recorded.

Then on to doing the Sunday’s updating. During which I found a fantastically humorous and clever song from my mate Tim Price, who lives in New Mexico. Cunningly written and sung to cover my marathon hobbles. He’s titled it “Inchcock’s Wanderings While Wandering,” the words are here too! Nothing short of Brilliant! Here it is:

 

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Inchcock’s Wonderings While Wandering

Key of C

Each morning there’s light out there,
Someone is in despair?
Someone washing his own hair?
Alcoholics here and there?

Up there, a plane in the air?
A shoplifter in his lair?
Perhaps a millionaire’s heir?
Old chap sleeps in recliner chair?

There’s a vicar with a prayer?
Someone eats a cream eclair?
Old folks playing solitaire?
Hearing burglars downstairs?

Inchock’s wonderings while he’s wandering through the many streets of Nottingham.
Streetlights shining on the sidings what do all those house lights have to hide?

Someone’s even happy somewhere?
With Cocaine a necessaire?
Street-sleeper, future billionaire?
Admits to voting for Tony Blair?

A Christian reciting the Lord’s Prayer?
Looking for a policeman full of despair?
Some of them might be out there
Taking in the night air

Someone with a cupboard bare?
Stealing cars, phones, a Frigidaire?
Some in places don’t want to be there?
Loyal abstainers or having an affair?

Someone battling nasty spyware?
Someone short on his bus fare?
A cross-dresser in his lady’s wear?
Singing Be my Teddybear??

A mugger waiting in a thoroughfare?
Terrorists planning guerrilla warfare?
Someone trimming armpit hair?
Politician changing his nom de guerre?

So many bodies, minds in disrepair?
Voters for Brexit, they all swear!
Nothing in Brexit’s fair-and-square!
Have we all gone as mad as a March hare?

Someone battling nasty spyware?
Someone short on his bus fare?
A cross-dresser in his lady’s wear?
Singing ♫Be my Teddybear♫?

A mugger waiting thoroughfare?
Terrorists planning guerrilla warfare?
Someone trimming armpit hair?
Politician changing his nom de guerre?

So many bodies, minds in disrepair?
Voters for Brexit, they all swear!
Nothing in Brexit’s fair-and-square!
Have we all gone as mad as a March hare?

Inchock’s wonderings while he’s wandering through the many streets of Nottingham.

I’m tickled pink with it! Cheers, Tim.

I went on to Facebooking on the albums and TFZer site.

Then onto the WordPress reader pages.

I’ll risk a walk into Sherwood, I think. To get bread and some Highland Shorties. Better get the ablutions done.

Got the cleansing done, and enjoyed the shower, even though an Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle crawled up my foot. The water and soap didn’t seem to phase him at all? Huh!

I got three black bags made up and down the rubbish chute, then took a big bag of recyclables down with me.

Smashing nattering session and laugh with Olive and Lynne when I got down to the lobby. Handed the caretaker, who was surprisingly his mobile phone, the bag for recycling. (Sarcasm-Mode-Engaged) Hehe!

There were no signs of any Willmott Dixon lads working as I walked along Chestnut Walk and called in 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 est while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

Had a quick chat with Obersturmführeress and Catwalk Model Deana. Ah, I remembered, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. And with Mary, who was sat looking a little dejected, bless her, as she waited for the bus to arrive.

As I plodded down Winchester Street Hill, I espied some chappies in high-vis jackets using Road-distance measuring wheels. I wonder what is going to take place, They had some warning signs in on display, and a hole or two with barriers around them.

I got the bottom and turned left up Hood Street and right down Marshall Street onto Mansfield Road.

I came across a classic display of Nottinghamian Street Art. Now this, ought to be in the Tate Gallery!

A blend of a well used charcoal BBQ, electrical light casings and a mystery timer or heater. I bet Thomas on the TFZ site will know what it is or was. I’ll post this picture later on to the Facebook site.

I plodded forward to the end and turned right and called at the International Food Centre. I wasn’t pleased to see that the Council had supplied places for the Pavement Cyclist to lock the bikes against outside the shop. Humph! You remember this shop, the one that tries to over-charge, or short change me so often; I’ve come to expect and accept it! I came out with a large jar of pickled mushrooms, a ridiculously priced small continental loaf (£1.49), and a tin of garden peas. I annoyed the lady by giving her the right money, thus avoiding her short-changing me. Smug-Mode Engaged!

As I came out of the shop, a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, veered across the Pelican Lights. But I missed the git with the camera; I was too late. Klutz!

But I did catch three shops in a row, every one of them now closed down. I zoomed in and took another shot of them.

So sad, to see so many of these businesses going bankrupt.

I think the Cafe was open last week. All their hopes and dreams shattered!

I turned in the other direction and crossed over the road and up the hilly Mansfield Road up to the, what I call; ‘The Shop with No Name!’

When the Post office closed down and moved into operating at the back of his store, Abdul just left the new Post Office Signs up, and he took his own down.

I bought the Highland Shorties, a can of spray cream. Some balsamic vinegar crisps and something I didn’t realise he sold – Polish Continental Bread. A large sliced loaf, for less than I had just paid for a small one! Of course, will mean a struggle to get in into the overfull freezer when I get back. Humph!

I crossed over the lights to the other side of the road and called into the Wilko shop. 

I came out having purchased some Fragrance Boost for the laundry and bins and a nasal decongestant spray. I noticed two different packaging on the freshener. A close look revealed that the older design of the made in Spain ones, had been replaced with a newer one, that is made in China now. Paid the lady the £5.59 owed for the goods, and exited the shop.

I began to make my way up the hill to the bus stop. There are a Mind and an Oxfam charity shop immediately next to the Wilko, and I thought, being as I a had plenty of time before the bus is due, I’d call in to see if either of them had a Negotiator or John-Q DVD. I call in these regularly, but as yet without any luck. Hello… the Oxfam shop had a copy on sale! So I bought it. At last! Haha!

As I left the store, no less than three of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists belted by me at speed down the hill!

I was so annoyed at them, I shouted out, but they were so going so quickly, I don’t think they heard me. In the photo, they almost out of site. Still, live and let live eh? Even to the contemptuous, sanctimonious, bullying, arrogant, rampallian, intimidating, dangerous, intransigent, vicious, belligerent, abrasive, disrespectful, self-centred, antagonistic, terrifying to the elderly, hard of hearing, blind, pensioners and thoughtless law-breaking Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists!

Made my way up to the bus stop. Where a few things of interest took place or were spotted!

 

Christmas Decoration still up?
Another closed shop?

Caught the bus up to the flats.

Lynne and Olive were there, Olive doing her laundry, Lynne to see how the messy installations were going. We had another gossip and laugh.

When I got up and out of the lift doors into the lobby area:

 

Neary tripped over the wires getting to the flat lobby
Neary tripped over the wires getting through the flats lobby
Neary tripped over the wires getting through the flats lobby
Neary tripped over the wires getting through the flats lobby

I’m dreading them coming on Thursday to do my apartment.

Health checks sorted.

Much noise of drilling from the flats around me. My turn to suffer on Thursday. I must ask Lynne about what needs moving before they come, cause I’ve forgotten, Tsk! 

Nosh started.

Updated this blog.

Tired now.

Got the seasoned beans with sausages and continental bread dished up.

Ate it all up, put the tray on the next chair and drifted off to sleep – where I stayed for hours until I woke up realising I had not taken the evening medications. Twit!

Inchcock – Sun 13 Jan 2019: I hate chinwagless weekends! Tsk!

Sunday 13th January 2019

Italian: Domenica 13 Gennaio 2019

23:50hrs. Once more, I woke with an entirely altered and different outlook and health condition than of the previous morning. I found my physical fettle alrightish, but the mental side was a little fragile, seemed to be psychoactive. Fretful, angstful, restless, all of a dither. Actively searching for something to worry over, fear or give me concern? Luckily, once again the SSPWW (Short=Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) pulled me out of my clinomania and mind-warping terrors!

I exited the £300 second-hand rickety recliner within seconds and took the three paces to the emergency grey tub, and painfully relieved myself. It had to be a forbearing exercise this time. For things flowed and flowed… and flowed. Not as powerfully as of late, but for so much longer!

Just as things were coming to an end, Dizzy Dennis attacked. I was able to avoid dropping the tub thankfully. I got it back down on the floor. Then I needed to hold on to the door for a few seconds as the dizzies slowly eased. I understood that this problem may well be caused by the Furosemide side-effects.

More hassle next!

I realised that Litte Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding away as I’d wee-wee’d. Oy-Yoy-Yoy! What next!

Off to the wet room to try and medicated and clean things up. I had used the last of the 2.5% Hydrocortisone cream. Ululation-Mode-Adopted! I used the tube of 1%, but have little confidence in its effectiveness. I don’t mean to kvetch, folks, but may be forced into it if things don’t start getting better soon! Tut-tut! Another wee-wee was taken while in the wet room. From here on, they seem to have returned to the shorter but more frequent mode. As they did yesterday. Had a rinse and disinfected contact points, taps, WC, handles etc.

Guess what I found as I was leaving the wet room? A rather large and alive EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) I had hoped I’d seen the last of these! He kindly posed for me to take this photograph, then suddenly he/she was off down the shower grate like a flash! It appeared to have longer legs than the other earlier ones. This weevil indeed moved much faster than any I’ve seen before, and I have seen thousands of them in the flat over the last year? As someone said: Perhaps Nottingham City Homes could make money out of these. They must be full of protein, we could sell them to a laboratory, Far-Eastern fast-food outlet or somewhere? Hehehe!

Had another SSPWW as I went to check on the recliner area. (Thank heavens for that grey bin!) I could not see any signs of nocturnal nibbling, but I did note the tray with the dish cutlery on from last nights meal. So I removed it to the kitchen sink and got them washed up. Another Grey-Bin-Wee-wee!

Finally, I’d got around to getting the Health Checks done!

Things looked a little lower in with the SYS & DIA, the pulse is up a bit, which is good I think. Got the medications taken, wondering what will happen with the wee-weeing now I’d imbibed the morning Furosemide. I soon found out. I put the kettle on, and by the time it had boiled, I had to make a dash for the Grey-Wee-Wee-Bin! On this single release, I thought the day would be gone before the flow stopped! I had a vision of them having troubles at my cremation as I leaked and put the fire out! Hahaha!

Amidst all the morning troubles, the mind going potty… finding the new breed of giant weevil, Dizzy Dennis’ attack, Inchies Lesion bleeding, the wee-weeing and having just clouted my knee against the cabinet in the kitchen,  I found myself humming ‘Silent Night’ to myself? Possibly a mix of old age, deliration, dementia, and mental derangement, I imagine.

I checked the condition of the legs. I discovered a tiny welt from the knee-banging, and much rescaping and reshaping of the surfaces had taken place since the last check. Definitely, a lot more misshaped knobblier appearance today.

The distribution of the retained fluid, not so much now, but it was still the top half of the legs with the higher content. The blue marks from yesterday, had vanished? Inevitably, blood and fluids flow downwards, don’t they? If I were an American, I’m sure some biology laboratory would have paid me to examine them. The moon’s surface comes to mind. Haha!

At last, I got around to updating the Saturday blog, finished it and got it sent off to WordPress. (With only about five Wee-wees needed, too!)

Made a start on this post, got up to here and felt a bit peckish. Went to make a pot of porridge, but I had none left. So I had a pot noodle. Watch a YouTube thingy while I ate it.

Worked on CorelDraw, to make some headers for the series. Started the nosh preparations.

Did the Health Checks and suddenly I didn’t feel too good. Duodenal Donald was giving signs of his intentions. Alack! I thought this might affect my appetite, but no! I gobbled up the meal, meat pie, tomatoes and cheesy mashed potatoes, followed by a limoncello. A rating of 9.55/10 for this effort!

I was incapable of doing much now, and got down in the chair and just drifted off.

But things turned a little bothersome, as the dreams kept coming and coming… but any rest (Tut-Tut!) Did not! Oy Vey! – So early, this was the end of my day!

TTFN each.

Inchcock – Sat 12 Jan 2019: The highlight of the day being the few moments that I was Not Wee-weeing! Tsk!

Saturday 12th January 2019

German: Samstag, 12. Januar 2019

00:30hrs. Another different awaking mood this morning. I was in a ‘Sod-it-I-Can’t-Win, so why bother!’ Mode. I lay there atop of the £300 second-hand recliner and spotted some bits of mushrooms and cheese on the carpet that I had missed when cleaning up from last nights disastrous falling asleep while eating. And I seem unperturbed by this?  Normally, I would have verbally ostracised myself for being so incapable.

I suspect that as I age, I think I am sensing sadness and weltschmerz at the way things are going on earth?

I got the idea and urged to do a funny ode about the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles), or rather the sudden lack of them. This thought had lodged firmly into my challenged brain.

I got free of the £300 second-hand 1970 built rickety recliner, with complaints only from the knees this morning. I was forced to grab for the disinfected bin for a wee-wee, a short-sharp-painfull one, not a long forceful hose-pipe type one. But I knew I was going to take the medications shortly, and this includes the Furesomide tablet. So things may change in the wee-wee department. (Boy was I to find out how right I was!)  I went to empty the tub, then returned it ready for any further use that may be needed, to near the computer.

I sensed great mansuetude in myself this morning. I felt ireless. Even a little apanthropinisational. But why?

Cleaned up the bits on the carpet missed last night, not an easy task with the knees playing up. Then off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.

All was looking good on the Health Check results.

Please take it as said, that the SSPWWs were taken many times throughout the morning and up to around midday when the frequency eased off a little. 

I got the computer on and started to compose the little ode to the Weevil Wars Ending.

As I was getting to the end of it, many hours later. The concentration had gone to pot on me. I reckon I spent over six hours on this post, from scratch and including the photographs of course. I also mad a header graphic up to use for this post alone, which took a great deal of time on its own.

I made a very late start on this diary.

The concentration was getting a little worse, so I took a break and got the nosh sorted out. The afternoon seemed to lighten up as I got the fodder from the crock-pot.

Minced lamb, chestnut mushrooms and peas in lamb and mint flavoured gravy. A small wholemeal baguette, to soak up the gravy with. Mmm! And a limoncello dessert for afters.

After eating up all of the meal, I placed the tray on the chair next to the recliner and considered what my actions would be after I had washed up the pots and pans. Not a lot… Zzzz!

Lament to the end of the Weevil War – or is it?

Lament in Ryme

To the End of the Weevil War – Or is it?

Willmott Dixon started to upgrade my minuscule flat,
New windows were installed, that started the waring combat,
EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) and a bat,
All came in and immigrated, hibernated, and that was that!
T’was eighteen months ago; and a long time is that,
They ate the food, and I was often bitten at!

It cost me hundreds of pounds,
Bug killers and traps did abound,
My coughing was the loudest sound,
But the poisoning of my lungs was allowed,
No help came, although I protested very loud,
I got the blame, NCH responsibility they disavowed!

I found the battle, very fascinating,
But no signs for months of their abating,
They found my apartment very accommodating,
And with the little Weevils, I started acquainting,
Although mixed in with some aberrating,
At least their bites had no sting!

Spraying Rentokill three times a day became a realisation,
Their cunning skills at survival caught my appreciation,
The Rentokil put me more than them, into aestheticisation,
The numbers grew rapidly of their aggrupation,
If I was ever to win this war, this losing altercation,
I needed more help, stronger ammunition!

My health suffered from this losing situation,
My battle plans were in need of analysation,
I planned to use bleach, and soda as acidification,
But they just swam in it, I was losing with ambiguation.

Of victory, I had no hopes nor anticipation, furthermore…
The effects of the spray left me with a cough and snore!
My further pleas for help, others did ignore,
Until another flat got the Weevils, they got help from me for sure!
Slowly the Weevil numbers faded, not so many anymore…
But occasionally, they’d return, these nasty, Weevil detrivore,
Last week, they came onto the keyboard while I used CorelDraw!
But yesterday was the first day when I saw them no more!

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Oh, sod-it! I just went to make a mug of tea and spotted this. Tsk!


Oh, Woe is me!

Inchcock – Fri 11 Jan 2019: I’d fallen asleep with the meal-tray precariously balancing on my bulbous belly. I woke, the food scattered over the recliner and a decorously enhanced food covered stomach! Tsk!

Friday 18th January 2019

Swahili: Ijumaa 18 Januari 2019

 00:02hrs: I laid for hours trying to get to sleep. I gave up when I heard a buzzing noise? At first, I thought it was in my head or perhaps I had nodded off again and was dreaming. I had to get up to investigate. I was up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner like a young-un! I still fail to see why every morning I appear to wake-up in different moods and physical conditions?

There was no light flashing on the landline telephone. So I went to the intercom phone, no calls one on there either. I had a search and fumble around and found my Nokia mobile, nothing on there. Mind you, the battery was as dead as a dodo, so there wouldn’t be would there. I put it on charge. Haha! Went to the door in case the chime had been ringing, no one about. Well, now I was stumped and flummoxed! But pleased to notice the lack of any signs of nocturnal-nibbling having taken place.

I went to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done and had to divagate to the wet room and the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation went well, and the wee-wee was remarkably short and weak (another change!).

Cleaned-up and to the kitchen. Noticing just one dead EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) on the draining board?

How and why, are they all getting up on there just to die? Yesterday’s Weevil bodies were actually in the bowl of water in the sink?

Finally, I got the Health Checks sorted out, then the medications were taken.

The SYS had gone up, but the DIA was well down at 56, the lowest its ever been actually.

I’ll have to ask what this means or indicates when I see the nurse and doctor next Tuesday.

I made a brew of Assam tea an took it with me to the computer and started on the updating of yesterday’s Inchcock Today. I got it finished off and posted.

As I was doing this, an immediate and urgent need to pass water arrived. I had no time to get to the wet room. Fortunately, I still had the grey plastic bin in position nearby. I fumbled about, tearing the pyjamas as I fought to get Little Inchy out in time, and only just made it! It was so antithetical to my earlier pathetic wee-wee – this one was back to the full-blown LHBLPWW’s (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Painful Wee-wee) style! It was resolute, unrelenting, uncontrollable, uncontainable, powerful and it stung a bit. Oy gevalt! I even had a Dizzy Dennis visit at the same time! I swear the bucket was half full by the time things had settled down. Core Blimey! I had to stand still for a few moments to let the dizzies pass. Then I emptied the bin in the toilet and cleaned and disinfected things. And returned the wastebin to the side of the computer chair, for my EQ told me to. That was so unexpected!

Mainly because of yesterdays relenting of the pressure wee-wees and as I thought, things were getting back to normal… but no! Tsk! The legs felt the same as they did on Thursday, the tops seemed more filled than the lower half of them, but overall far less retention than of the previous few days… I’m losing it here.

I had few minutes Facebooking, then began to do this blog.

Ten minutes later, a repeat performance of the LHBLPWW’s (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Painful Wee-wee) arrived! Even more of it came out, but slightly less forceful at least.

Ten more minutes or so, and yet again an LHBLPWW’s (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Painful Wee-wee) suffered!

Did some work on the next batch of TFZer graphicalisations.

Twenty minutes more, or so, and yet again another LHBLPWW’s (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Painful Wee-wee) suffered! But not so much this time. (It slowed down progressively after this one).

Got the ablutions tended to. Took some black bags to the waste chute on the way out with a bag of recyclables. I took the walking stick with me, in case the toes started to play up again.

I met Lynne as I left the foyer, and we exchanged a few words and a laugh. Which I enjoyed.

Dropped the bag off and hobbled to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult Exchange and distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents complaint formulation corner of the room. Hehehe!

Taking this photograph on the right, of the centre compound and Winchester Court as I limped along.

Only three bodies in when I arrived. Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Kamp-Warden Deana, Mary and ready-with-his- insults Roy. Seconds later the room filled with many more residents, and others outside joining the bus-stop queue. A natter, and then I popped out to the bus stop to be verbally maligned and more chinwagging.

I had that nagging doubt that I had forgotten something!

A natter again on the bus to Arnold, well, I got off in Daybrook actually and popped into the Sainsbury store to get some bread and have a quick nosey. Time was limited, as I hoped to catch the same bus I went on, back to the flat. Giving me only about 20 minutes to get the fodder and out to the bus stop in time. I got a move one like a young un! (Fib Mode Engaged!)

I used the self-serve check-outs but needed assistance twice from the instantly fed-up-with-me, assistant. Humph! I came out with: A brown part-baked baguette, a beef meat pie, Brown bread thins, Blue Stilton cheese, mushrooms and a turnip, and £8 lighter in the pocket.

Departed and across the pelican lights to the bus stop.

The L9 bus was due in eight minutes. A friendly lady (Cream coat and hat) I had met before on the bus and I had a chinwag. 

As we got on the bus… I could not find my bus pass! The lady showed great empathy with me and my situation, as I was grubbing about in a desperate search to find the card, bless her cotton socks. ♥

It took me ages to find it, going methodically through all of my pockets, I eventually discovered I’d put it the same place as the medical alert card… Phew!

When the bus got in Sherwood, three of my beloved fellow tenants got on.

When we arrived home, I said my thanks and farewells to the lady in cream.

The three residents from my Woodthorpe Court, all shot off ahead of me. But, having the walking stick with me, for one I caught up with them.

Oh, how I wish you could have been with the four of us as we used the lift! The banter was brilliant! The persiflage, badinage and repartee flowed! It was so pleasing to hear. The four of us, all suffering from barbacoa, but within the confined space, we all listened to the others insults, raillery, ridicule and teasing. Talk about laugh! And, with two four-wheeled shopping trolleys all crammed into the lift cage, it was such a tight fit, too! Hahaha!

I got into the flat in a great frame of mind and mood, that’s due to the few events in that elevator. 

Into the flat, had a wee-wee, and from here on they were all SSPWWs (Short, Sharp, Painful-Wee-wees), plenty of them mind.

I put the fodder away, checked the mushrooms in the slow-cooker, and got on with updating this blog.

I made a mug of tea and did the Health Checks. Taking this photo below and putting my ugly-mush on it. To try and see if I could use it as a rotating page header on WordPress. Got it on!

CorelDrawing for a while.

Then got the nosh sorted out. It looked great, healthy, tasty and one of the best vittles I’d served up for ages…

But, Oh dearie me!

I’d fallen asleep with the tray still precariously balancing on my bulbous belly. I woke with the dish and plate scattered over the recliner and a highly decorously enhanced adorned stomach. The artwork consisted of bits of lettuce, a boiled egg, sliced mushrooms. Stilton cheese crumbs, broken chestnuts and a knife.

The dessert and spoon miraculously had dropped on the carpet, making minimal spillage as well, with the pot upright!

I was not a happy chappy. The self-recriminating and disgust at myself started as I painfully got up and sorted out the mess. I think I had managed to eat some of the meal before I drifted off to kip because I later spotted there were smudges of sauce on my chin? Took me ages to clean it and myself up. Klutz!

It might have been considered as fortuitous though, for I found that I had not taken the evening medications or done the Health Checks, so I got them done.

I mixed some spring water with a bit of lime cordial, climbed into the £300 second-hand rickety rinky-dink recliner, and as I pondered on my failing and magical Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplop attracting skills… Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Thur 10 Jan 2019: Best intentions foiled, Weevils return, missed Social Hour, yet still a decent day for the old man!

Willmott Dixon’s Ian Incharge to the rescue! Hehe!

Thursday 10th January 2019

Afrikaans: Donderdag 10 Januarie 2019

23:10hrs. I’d had a terrible kip, waking up so often and nodding off again, each time with a new worry, fear or anxiety to ponder over for a short while. I felt a little drained. However, once the mind returned to concentrating on current affairs, it assessed the needs of the day: the Morrison order due twixt 0630 > 0730hrs, remembered that the Clinic has been cancelled, the spare room in desperate need of tidying up, I must call the Surgery to find out when my next blood test is due, the workmen and planners are scheduled to call between 1300>1500hrs to sort the arrangements for the messy dirty disruptive, but necessary job of either the sprinklers or communication systems to be installed etc., I changed into action mode! (Loosely speaking, Hehe!)

I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner in double-quick time, and without any hassle! The toes and feet felt fine now, apart from another change in the appearance of the tootsies. They are going the way that Sister Jane’s did again, but not as bad.

The right foot ones this time. Toes curling, I put this down to the side effects of the Furesomide. As I did with the weight increase, the loss of all hair on my stomach, the increased dizzies, the bloated stomach… I shan’t go on. Haha!

I went straight to the spare room and started to painfully box things, and sort out others. An hour later, I stood back – and things didn’t look any better! I gave up and went to do the Health Checks, after an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee).

I reckon the results were all okay, weight not included in this decision of course. Off for an SSPWW.

I went to get the medication pots out and found that I had missed taking last nights doses. Schmuck! I took the morning tablets along with last nights untaken Warfarin, Simvastatin, and the Magnesium. Off for an SSPWW.

I got on the computer and started this blog off. But minutes later the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. A cherry picker evacuation without any bleeding anywhere! While on the Throne, the grey-cells found a few adscititious things for me to worry about. Ranging from the hearing aid batteries stock are down to the last few. Did I order the milk on the Morrison delivery? Why is my right foot now so painful and the left one far less so?

Why did I just see a Weevil, just the one, that was so massive, it struggled to get down the shower drain hole? Haha! I had a spray around all rooms with bug-killer.

Back to the blogging. I got as far as here, off for an SSPWW, made a small mug of tea, and went on to updating yesterdays diary. (In between SSPWWs)

Facebooked for a short while, but realised I had to get the ablutions done before the Morrison food delivery arrives.

Well, well, well, another new anomaly with the legs! So, now, the bottom half of the legs have drained off a lot of fluid. But the stomach and top half of the pins have gained fluid?

Also, the boils seem to have gone from the rear-end? How can things change so often and so quickly? Am I still asleep and dreaming? Tsk!

I got the ablutions finished and had some brekkers. Then back on catching up on Facebooking while I awaited the groceries to arrive. I put the TV on the CCTV and watched to see when the Morrison man came.

I thought I may have overdone the ordering when so many bags came. But I realised it was all of the bottles of spring water that took up most of them. I got the things away and put some raffle prizes and nibbles in a bag, along with some Wholemeal bread wraps, that I am sure Jenny will like.

I’d left the CCTV on, and noticed Angela, going out through the foyer, one minute later she returned and pressed the call buttons. I thought I could help, so I shot down to the door to let her in. She had rung hubby Roy to bring down her scarf. (It was cold outside… ♫ Baby, it cold, outside… ♫ Sorry about that, I got carried away, Hehe! I enjoyed a little laugh and natter with Angie and Roy, then back up to the flat.

Later, I went out again, take the prizes and nibbles to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic plot. Telling Inchcock-off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. Roy and Mary were sat there, and I got another chinwag in. Out and dropped off the stuff for the Social Hour.

On my way back to the apartment,  heard my name being called.

It was Willmott Dixon’s Ian Incharge high up on a cherry picker. It was pleasant to be greeted and smiled at with a thumbs-up! I later used this photo as a template for the above page header graphic.

Back in the flat, an SSPWW and made a brew and back on this blog for a bit. Then back to Facebooking. Again, interspersed with the Wee-wees.

I had a go at cleaning up the kitchen, but the bending started of Back-Ache-Brenda and Anne Gyna, so I didn’t get as much done as I would have liked to.

It was Lynne who arrived to talk me through the things for the installation of the sprinklers. They will be calling next Wednesday 16th 09:30 > 11:00hrs. Then on Friday 25th, 08:00 > 1430hrs to fit them, or drill holes. Or the other way around? We had a jolly-good little natter, I thanked her, and off she trotted. 

Feeling weary now. So I got the nosh sorted out.

Imitation pretend-vegetarian meat and tomato sarnies with wholemeal bread thins. The last mini-pork-pie, gherkins, and a bit of strong stilton cheese. Followed by a very naughty Limoncello with squiggly spray cream sprayed on top. I taste-rated this one as a 9.1/10.

Went to get one of the made-up bottles of spring water and cordial from the fridge.

I found some dead EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the bowl in the sink, and one live one on the kitchen floor! Those in the bowl, looked like they had been dead for a good while. How did they get in there? The mysteries of Woodthorpe Court continue! Hehe!

Did the Health Checks, then settled to watch another ‘Frost’ episode on a DVD. After a farcical hour or so; my nodding off, waking, rewinding, nodding-off, waking, rew… you get the picture. Tsk! I fell asleep for an hour or two, only to spring awake thinking it was morning. Realised it was not, but could not get back to sleep again. The old brain went off on one of its panic-fretting-nervous routines, in such a frenzied fashion. Over a few hours, just about anything came in for consideration for a few seconds, related to my life or having nothing to do with me!

This went on until around 00:20hrs when I gave up trying to get back to kip when I heard a buzzing noise? At first, I thought it was in my head or perhaps I had nodded off again and was dreaming. I had to get up to investigate.

Inchcock – Wed 9 Jan 2019:

Wednesday 9th January 2019

Catalan: Dimecres 9 de Gener de 2019

00:20hrs. I woke with the mind all calm, but nervous. To the fore was my knowing I had to get the Tuesday blog done, and that it would be a momentous task, with all that happened and the photographs I’d taken. Never a truer thought!

I dislodged my torso with it balloon-like fluid-filled legs and mega-bloated stomach from the £300 second-hand recliner, with ease. For the sore toes of yesterday seem to have already partially healed?

Yesterdays front left – Today, behind; which look more fluid-filled… it’s all confusing. I know, it beats me how too! 

Compared to how they looked and felt yesterday evening, it was as if some magic fairy had been at work for me?

I got the SSPWW out of the way and got the Health Checks tackled.

The sphygmomanometer worked the first time, and I was happyish with the results. The weight being ever-increasing concerns me a bit, but I will be seeing the Doctor on Tuesday at 07:30hrs, so I can ask her about this then. 

And next week I can inquire of whoever deals with me at the Nephrology department.

The legs seemed to be losing some fluid this morning compared to Tuesday, anyway.

I checked the Emails next, in case anything had come from the surgery or clinics, but none had. However, I had received one from Bother-in-Law Pete.

I felt a bit proud with him using some of my made-up words (favouritest). Pete likes the Tennessee Honey drink best out of all the bottles and cans I gave them as pressies.

Somehow, I always knew the wine would lose! Hehe!

I took a couple minutes break and made this photo from the unwanted, light and view-blocking new kitchen window.

I set about the task of getting the updating done. And, it ended up my taking nearly eight hours to get it finished! Mind you, there were plenty of short breaks to make a brew of tea, and many for SSPWWs (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wees)!

I went to make another mug of tea. As I did so, I noticed a new marking on the left wrist. The left-hand side of my body seems to be affected more than the right recently. It’s the left foot toes that are affected and was hurting more than the right one. The left foot heel is burning. The left hand is getting the papsules and pains, while the right seems unaffected. The left shoulder is more affected with the Arthur Itis and Rheumatic Raymond. Even the left ear-hole has more solidified wax in it than the right one! Just thought I’d mention it.

Finally, a call to the Porcelain Throne came. No bother, or hassle at all this time. No bleeding from the rear-end either. I can’t say the same for Little Inchies fungal lesion, but little signs of improvement are better than none.

I got the ablutions done, then went down with all the waste at the same time in the hopes that a washing machine will be free for me to use. Yahoo! it was free! I got the washer wiped then started. A chap I’d not seen before was sat in the lobby: “Morning, are you keeping alright?” I asked. I got a “Hergh!” back. He didn’t even turn to look at me! Bless him. But, you never know what problems the man might have, so I ignored the rebuff.

Went to the recycling class bin and deposited the eight jars and bottles in with the mass of alcoholic empties already in there. Dropped the bag of other recyclables near the caretaker’s door.

Saw Cyndy on her way out, and we had a couple of cheery quick words, she was off to the bus stop, bless her cotton socks.

Back up to the flat and got some rubbish moved into black bags and deposited them down the chute.

Got the slow-cooker going, with lamb seasoning in the water with some minced lamb and a few mini-potatoes.

Time to go down and move the washing into the dryer. With it being possible I might be a while. I chose close and update option offered by the computer. The chap was still there in the lobby, but I got no response to my smile and nod towards him. The clothes seemed very wet after they had been spun in the washer? I moved them to the dryer.

Back up to the apartment and stirred the lamb and added some quartered mini-tomatoes to the mix. Closing the lid as soon as I could. I left it on the low setting. All I need to do later is to add some garden peas and bake some sourdough bread to soak up the hopefully tasty gravy. It smells tempting now!

The toes are not so bad now, so I’ll risk not using the walking stick on my trip down to collect the laundry later.

I added new rotating headers and updated this page.

10:55hrs: About time to go down, so I did. Hehe! May was in the lobby, but she did not have time for a gossip, as she was going to the bus stop. So we exchanged ‘Take cares’ and gave her some chocolate coins for her bus fare, and off she shot with my best wishes.

Got the togs out and folded, cleaned the filter and packed up my bit of washing.

I nipped outside and took this picture along Chestnut Walk. It was colder out there than it looked to be.

Back up again, and put the clothes away, checked the minced lamb and gave it very quick stirring.

Then, went on the WP reader and comments to catch up.

I added the peas to the minced lamb, potatoes and tomatoes in the crock-pot. Then got the part-baked cobs in the oven. Food!

I did some Facebooking and more WordPress reading. Health Checks were done.

I made a right mess dishing out the meal! Tsk! I spilt gravy all over the tray and myself, dropped some potatoes from the ladle, and they splattered open as they hit the floor, and burnt my fingers getting the crock-pot bowl out to wash it!

I cleaned up as fast as I could, so as not get the meal too cold. But, it was marvellous. The Morrison Saver minced lamb tasted great! A flavour rating of 9.45/10 for this one. Got the washing up done.

All plans, commitments and good purposes were unintentionally abandoned within minutes of my settling in the recliner. Zzz!

Hours later, I woke in need of the Porcelain Throne, which went okay, only a little bleeding.

As I got back into the £300 second-hand rusty recliner and settled, I was just going to nod-off again, and the landline light lit up. I had to get up to answer it in case it was the Warfarin doses or the clinic was calling. It was an old mate from my security days. I must have sounded disorientated to him, he had called to wish me all the best for the new year, bless him. We spoke for a while. Damned kind of him to call me.

I honestly cannot remember what happened after the phone call. I hope I just got my head down and nodded off, and didn’t go on the nocturnal nibbling session. Hehe!

Inchcock – Tue 8 Jan 2019: Sorry it’s a long one. But it was such a busy, painful and Whoopsiedangleplop day, yet an enjoyable one. Hehe!

Tuesday 8th January 2019

Mongolian: 2019 оны 1 дүгээр сарын 8-ны Мягмар гараг

23:10hrs. I woke with the brain in its natural receptive mood for worries, fretting, panicking, nervousness, utter-confusion, and agitation. I expected this to be interrupted as it normally is, by a call to the Porcelain Throne, an SSWW (Short-Dahrp-Wee-wee) or my discovering I was surrounded with signs of nocturnal nibbling evidence.

But no, not this morning.

However, the dwaal of thoughts soon faded into the ether, as I caught sight of the greatly extended and much more obtruding than usual stomach! With the heart op scars now more defined and stretched wide? A few more papsules had grown as well?

And where has all the hair gone? Ah, that was one of the side-effects of Furosemide, hair loss, I remember now!

I thought to myself: I could blow-up here! I hope I don’t get the dizzies and topple over onto my gut, or Splat, thud, silence, no more me! Hahaha!

With an operose effort, I extracted the more than usually stretched like a balloon stomach from the £300 second-hand recliner and got on my feet. There no bones, joints or any part of my torso, legs, knees, ankles, feet, even toes that didn’t moan in a complaint at my actions of movement! Oddly, the only bit of me that didn’t show any pain was the bulbous abdomen! In fact, it felt as if it was not a part of me. Some bizarre stuff going on here? With a few Oohs and arghs, and the occasional silent curse, I made my way limpingly to the kitchen.

But, within a few minutes, things seemed to settled down pain-wise. I assumed the problem was my marathon-hobble yesterday. The bones and joints, having not been used for six days or so prior, were unhappy about it. I’m glad I didn’t croak-out over the six or seven days when I spoke to or saw nobody. What a stink I would have left for the other tenants. Especially, if the tummy had exploded! Hahaha!

Had an SSWW. As I got the gear out for the Health Checks, thermometer, hypodermic, medications, creams, lotions, and sphygmomanometer, etc., I had to divert back to the wet room and for a Porcelain Throne session. Back to the messy, liquified type. But, no bleeding from the front or rear, which I welcomed. There was a lot of involuntary wind escaping, though. A quick wash, and back to the Health Checking.

The hemadynamometer took a couple of tries before it worked. Must do a battery check if I remember late.

As the fluid appears to be going down in the legs, the BP seems to be rising?

I took just a half a Furosemide today with the other medications.

Started computerisationing.

It took me a phenomenal amount of time to get the Monday post completed. As I expected it would. Yesterday had been a photo-filled painful marathon, that needed a lot of concentration and detailed presentationing to get anywhere near how I wanted it to appear. The Liberty-Global Virgin Media’s poor performance didn’t help at all. Eventually, I got it sorted and posted.

I checked the Emails, and Sister Jane and hubby Pete had sent me their kind permission to visit them today at their castle (Christmas and birthday presents to be taken). So, a long day ahead for yours-truly. Got to get blogs sorted, gather the pressies for Jane and Pete’s Christmas and birthday treats. Do the ablutions. Then carry the gifts with me on my walk to the doctor’s surgery for the blood test. Then walk carrying them into town, take some photos while I wait for the bus to arrive to get me to West Bridgford, then walk burdened to their mansion with the pressies. Get Pete to take some posed photographs. Get told-off by Sister Jane about as yet unknown things (My increasing weight will no doubt be on her agenda, Hehe!) Then leave early, catch a bus to town, then another to the hospital; so I can get to the clinic for 1430hrs. Then get a bus to… But its no bother at all! I’ve frit myself thinking of it. Hahaha! I think the wee-weeing and body will cope alright, though. (He says confidently)

I made a start on this post. But had no time to Comments, Facebooking or WordPress reader section viewing. I shall certainly not be fit enough when I get back to do anything. Anyway, I must get the ablutions done.

All cleaned and cleansed. I got the pressies in the bags, realised the weight and just knew that I would struggle on my hobble. But didn’t understand how bad it would be at this time, and thought I’d cope alright. What a Luftmensh!

I set out, with foolish confidence that I’d get through the walk to the doctors for the blood test, and then carry on hobbling into town, to catch a bus to Sister Jane’s splendacious security mansion with its Burg-Wächter PointSafe, two-alarms, a bedroom converted to a wine cellar, nine CCTV cameras. And hubby Petes collection of spy cameras, drones, tasers, knuckle-dusters, cars, electric bikes, truncheons, spectacles with cams fitted, Danalock Bluetooth Z-Wave Smart Lock, and motion sensors. Well, with the amount of cash and things left to them by distant unknown relatives, and all their winnings on the Football Pools and Lottery over the years, you can’t blame them! Jealous? Me? Au Contraire!

The lift cage was in a bit of a state as I noticed as I got in it. Mind you, so was I. Haha!

By the time I had limped down Winchester Street hill and got onto Mansfield Road, the toes and left foot was giving me enough bother for me to consider my going back home. But, my desire to see Jane and Pete, and supply them with some alcohol to keep them going (Guffaw!), I decided to press on.

The traffic was heavy now, as I arrived in Carrington at the surgery in a right pickle, physically. The weight of the bags had taken a lot out of me, and I knew I had twice as far to go yet to get to town afterwards.

I signed in, remembering to ask for an appointment with the doctor for next Tuesday. My remembering to this, made me feel good! I took a seat, getting out the crossword book from the cram-filled bag. Then, I heard moments later, the voice of Nurse Ann bark out my name. I followed her, as she showed obvious annoyance at my slow limping pace and maladroit struggle to keep up with her on the walk to her torture roo… sorry, treatment room. “Go straight through, sit there, I don’t have much time allowed, let’s get on with it!” I was not in any condition to argue, I sat got the arm ready, and she soon had the blood taken. I continued to waffle throughout. She asked what the problem was with my foot, and I told her, not that my words got any reception much. My taking the wrong paperwork with me didn’t help matters. I got the impression that she considered me a bit of a kvetch or jobbernowle. Oh, dear! Still, the gal was only doing her job conscientiously. I thanked her and slipped her a mini bottle wine for a New Year treat. She put it out of view straight away, telling me she did not want anyone to think she was drinking on the job. I thought of a funny response to that statement, but judiciously, I kept it to myself. I handed a bag of nibbles in on the reception desk as I left.

Amazingly I had spent only 13 minutes in the surgery. Now I was out in the dark again and had to hobble to the City Centre. Which was no problem time-wise as I had an hour and a half to get there. Usually, this route would take me about 40 minutes, but I knew I would have to keep stopping while the toe pains lessened and starting again.

As I got to the Boulevard traffic island, the first of many to follow stops were taken. The pain was on my limits of tolerations, but each time I stopped, the pain died down and off I’d go again… I’m losing my plot here, sorry. As I rested, I took this photograph of an overhanging bush on the pavement side. Bootiful! A winter-growing delicate flower it seems.

I pressed on, up the hill and down to near the junction with Huntingdon Street, where this Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist belted by me so close I felt a draught! Git! I put down the bags and had to zoom in to get this photo of the animal. A bit blurry I know, but I was shaking with part surprise at the idiot doing what he did, and rage!

Still, it gave me time for a couple of minutes to recover and let the toe pain lessen, before starting-off again.

When I got into town, I still had a while before the first West Bridgford bus was due. Although the 40-minute walk had taken me well over an hour with the toe hassle and breaks, I needed to take. I was concerned about this and decided to have a look at the state of the foot as soon as I got a chance. If the skin were broken, I’d rub some of the Phorpain gel on it. I dare not take any extra painkillers while I’m on the Furesomide.

I visited the Victoria Centre shopping mall in search of chocolate treats for Jan and Pete. I got a chocolate football boot for Pete; and an Angel one for Jane. I had their name put on them in icing. After paying for them, I reorganised the bags, so they were both on the top of the other stuff, I didn’t want to break or squash them.

I left out onto Upper Parliament Street; it was getting much lighter now. I went over to the bus stop, and for the devil-of-me, I could not recall which bus I needed. I knew it was either a number 5 or 7. After asking someone who did not know, I checked the route timing on the board and decided it was number 7 I needed. Which fortunately arrived in ten minutes.

I got the camera against the window of the bus, with the intention of taking a photograph of the Nottingham Forest ground as I went over Trent Bridge.

I took this terrible accidental shot from the bus before we got to the bridge. The shaking about made me catch the button I think. Then at the next bus stop, a large lady sat in the seat in front, and that the end my picture plans.

I alighted on Davis Road, right at the end of Jane’s road. Avoiding a long walk, which was good! I rang them, to let them know I was on the way. I was greeted at the door. A sad sight I must have been. I was in much pain, shattered, and struggled to get over the doorstep when I was admitted and had been given permission to enter. Chuckle!

Jane asked about how many cards I’d had – Boing! I’d put them all on top of the DVD shelving, and forgotten all about them, this did not impress Jane in the slightest! To be fair, it didn’t impress me much either!

A great welcome awaited me. These are photographs I took on my wonderful visit:

One of Jane's visitors - Bootiful!
One of Jane's visitors - Bootiful!

Sister Jane helped me clarify a few things:

  1. I am eating the wrong food for breakfast. It should be boiled egg or cereals!
  2. My fluid-filled gigantic Furosomide induced stomach is my own fault for overeating.
  3. I can get off the bus at the railway station and catch a tram into town, then get an L9 home.
  4. My weight is my fault, and I must get it down.
  5. The flat needs cleaning and tidying urgently.
  6. I have to stop buying things I don’t need.
  7. I have no will-power!
  8. I must stop eating pork pies!
  9. They both liked the pressies I’d took them, particularly the bottles of wine. Hehe!

Pete took some shots of me to use in future graphics, bless him. 

After telling me the best way to go home, we hugged, and I departed.

Just avoiding this Pavement Cyclist while I was at the bus stop. Grumph!

I had a while to spare before the bus was due when I got in town. I had a walk around. A bit busier today.

Clumber Street
Long Row

The toes started to ache and hurt again. I caught the bus home, without seeing any fellow residents en route or on the bus.

When we arrived back at Winwood Heights, the bus going the other way was in front of us unloading.

I called out to the folks who got off ahead of me. I could see, Penny, Mary and Welsh William… They just increased their speed. Hahaha! By the time I got in, they had all gone, along with my chances for a litter gossip or natter.

I was totally done-in when I arrived home. The toes in agony, SSWWs needed repeatedly, and I was really hungry for some reason.

First thing I did was to investigate the troubled tootsies! Not a pretty sight, and I could not see what had caused this ailment? Yesterday, there were no signs of lesions or blood? I could not apply any pain-gel, while the skin is cracked.

I got the Health Checks done for midday and evening together. The medications were taken.

I got the sourdough part-baked baguette in the oven. When it was cooked, I broke it up and buttered bits of it, adding the salad selection and egg to it. Oh, and a mini pork pie. Please don’t mention the mini pork pie to Sister Jane, I beg you.

It went down a treat! I gave this effort a Flavour Rating of 8.9/10.

I got the TV on, to watch a ‘Frost’ DVD episode on.

I hadn’t got far into it, when I heard noises, and this was with the headphones on!

I got out of the recliner and had a wander around in search of any danger the noises might be from.

When checking the spare room, I thought this scene outside. It looked a bit like a computer generated image. I fetched the camera to take this photo. The new cladding looked like it was from a computer game. 

I imagine the lighting at the time helped give this effect?

The noise did not sound again, and could find nothing untoward, so back to the recliner.

I think I fell asleep before I restarted the DVD.

Ah-well!

Inchcock – Monday 7th Jan 2019: Nottingham photographicalisations of my mega-hobble – Whoopsiedangleplops flourished, though, Hehe! Tsk!

Got a few natters in today though! Hurrah!

Monday 7th January 2019

Bulgarian: Понеделник, 8 януари 2019 г.

23:40hrs. I had a good six-hours unbroken sleep by the time I woke and awaited for the brain to engage.

I found far too many signs of nocturnal-nibbling and found myself surrounded with detritus. As I viewed the dreck around me, my heart sank – for I could not recall any eating whatsoever. The crumbs on my protruding flobby-stomach, the pot of potato chips, jelly babies and an empty jars with no indication of what I’d put in them, the two empty and one half-emptied 500ml bottles of spring water and the part-eaten tub of BBQ smoked almonds all seemed a mystery to me! I lay a while, without moving, and pondered over this dilemma. I feared it might have happened because of the low-spirits I have been in? Not having seen a tellurian, nevermind a tenant to talk or natter to in seven days now! Stuck indoors due to the ailments, and being chinwagless… I fought off the self-pity, and told myself I’d risk going out for a hobble today, come what may! Thank Gawd for the internet! Its kept me going through this terribly lonely and frustrating period.

As the pathetic self-pity turned to self-loathing, the need for the Porcelain Throne saved further sufferings of antipathy. As I got my body freed from the £300 second-hand recliner, a couple of broken potato sticks fell to the carpet from the stomach folds and gave me my first laugh of the day. This self-giggle helped things feel and look better somehow. The evacuation session went well, no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold or Little Inchies Lesion. Were things looking up, at last, I thought.

As I dismounted the Porcelain Throne, I spotted a couple of dead EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles).

But my attention to the weevils was redirected to my water-containers (Legs). I had a quick spray around with the Sanmex Bug Killer spray and took a photograph of the pins.

I took the second photo later, to see if there was any change in the new bloblet of a blood papsule/bruise on the chin. It wasn’t any worse, though. The brain pondered for a moment or two… If I could sell photographs, or get someone to paint a portrait of my legs at the moment, I could find fame! Either a medical institution or art gallery would surely be interested? The Tate Gallery, who in 1976 bought and paid for a pile of bricks for $12000 to put on display, ought to be willing to pay more for my much more exciting and alive legs… shouldn’t they? Of course, like most artists, whose works are not appreciated until they snuff-it… Tsk! Hehehe!

Anyway, the fluid had gone down compared to last nights, and this should be a good sign. Then I realised I had not yet taken the Furosemide and morning medications yet. So there is still time for the effects to make the legs swell again. Tsk! I got the sphygmomanometer going and did the Health Checks. Then made up the graph on Excel for today and last weeks results.

The readings looked okay to me. I got the half-tablet of the dreaded Furosemide, taken with the morning medications.

Applying the ear-wax softener, and it all just flowed back out. There is a tremendously substantial build-up Cerumen. Must mention this to the doctor when I get to see her next. This also reminded me that I had not yet got to the Audio Clinic for some new batteries, maybe a hobble into town later? Providing that things are okay later: no bleeding, the Wee-wees do not start flooding again, no Dizzy Dennis visits, the legs allow me to walk… I depress myself at times! Hahaha!

Off for another, now much less powerful SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee).

I was now feeling a tad chirpier in myself (Always an indication of some imminent disaster, Accifauxpa, Calamity, Loss or Mega-Whoopsiedangleplop, I know!).

I went out onto the balcony to take this photographicalisation of the morning view towards the City Centre. The wooden slats on the floor creaked, and the socks got wet from the earlier incoming rain. The dirty steamed up window’s spring handle failed to trap any of my fingers or knuckles, though, even when I reclosed it! I noticed that there were some car parking spaces free. A rarity indeed! Then realised that of course, there would be, the Willmott Dixon lads do not return to work until Tuesday.

I got the terribly depressing Sunday post updated and sent off. Then made a start on this effort. In between any more SSPWWs, naturally.

I went on the WordPress Reader section.

Then on Facebook, get the photos in the albums. Cause if I can get out for a hobble later, I will be in no state to remember or even do when I get back home to this peaceful, persons free, slowly turning into a grubbier apartment. Hehe!

I got the ablutions sorted with the teggies, the shaving, a marathon scrubbing shower, freshening-up, and the medicationalisationing of the tender areas. (Oy Vey!) Got dressed, and took the black bags to the waste chute. Gathered the mallard food in the bag. Bus Pass, hearing aids in, spectacles on, ears treated, eyes sprayed, legs creamed and had a grubbing session to check that I had not left any taps running anywhere, lights on, oven on, etc.

I called to see Cyndy and Eric on the way out, they both looked in good form. Then I popped to see Penny, but no reply. 

I was feeling a lot less stifled and dispirited as I departed to get out of the apartment for the first time in six or seven days. Obviously, I was little concerned that the waterworks or Dizzy Dennis might cause me problems while I was out and about. But somehow or other, my EQ told me it would be okay? I got down and out, and along Chestnut Walk, I took some pictures of the Courts.

Woodthorpe Court
Winchester Court
Winchester Court and part of the New Winwood Court

I then realised I was going the opposite way to that I intended to. So I backtracked, and more realisations dawned on me. Klutz! I had forgotten to take the midday tablets with me. Back up to the flat to collect them. Taking this photo from the 12th-floor list lobby, facing East from the back of the building.

Back down and out again. It was pleasing to see the Willmott Dixon crew starting work after their two-week holiday break. My neighbour Malcolm was just setting out in his new car.

Over the road and up the steep gravel hill into the Park.

I took a photograph of the Tree Copse, looking all sad with the season. But, the picture became another victim of the infamous ‘Inchcock Mystery of Disappearing files from the Sim Card on his camera Syndrome’. Tsk!

Down to Mansfield Road and turned right towards Daybrook and Arnold. I took the photo below of the view that greeted me as I left the park gates. Now, how did this turn into a panoramic shot? I have no idea how I did it, but I’d love to find out so I can do it again when intended!

I plodded on, a few Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists flew by me, but I was to slow, and they were too fast for me to get a shot of them. Grr!

Going through Daybrook, the traffic was getting thick, and I heard the klaxons of emergency vehicles approaching towards Nottingham. Then three paramedic cars a,d three ambulances forced their way through the traffic. I tried to get shots of them, but they were nipping between other vehicles. All I caught was one ambulance in the pictures, all the other medic vehicle hidden behind others as I took my pictures. Humph!

The feet were really giving me some stick now. Especially the left foot toes? I crossed over the road and called into the B & M store to get some Earth Worm bites for the Mallards. I ended up buying a dirty-great-big-bag of the stuff, cause it was on sale at half-price, and nose unblocker spray. After paying for them, I had a job getting the bag of Earth Worms into the bag.

As I left the store car park, I stopped to redo and split the now heavy bag into two. As I was taking out the big bag in a box, it split open! And the pellets spilt out onto the pavement! All £5 worth as it burst open! Oy, oy, oy! On the plus side, this happened right next to a waste bin. Which is where, after a lot of bending, cursing and feeling sorry for myself, is where the pellets ended up, in the container! Humph! What a Klutz!

Now the knees, back and Hernia Harry joined in with the pain from the plates-of-meat, as I limped slowly on to the Arnot Hill Park pond. By the time I got there, I was in a bit of a state… well, in pain. Hehehe!

But things got more confusing. The Mallards would not come to the side of the pond at all? Dozens, possibly hundreds of nasty seagulls attacked any duck or pigeon that approached, and many were circling above?

A few descended, but were not interested in the food? Only one pigeon managed to muster up the nerve to come down, but he had a feast; until the seagulls drew blood in scaring him off?

Confused and disappointed, I left the park and continued on my painful hobble to Arnold. A hundred yards or so further on, another animal or bird anomaly (To me anyway). I came across a tiny either, long-tailed or coal-tit bird on the road kerbside, close to passing traffic. He or she, kindly posed for me to take these photographs. Bootiful!

I pressed on to a surprisingly quiet Arnold.

I hobbled on, struggling badly now with the toes and feet. But, it is not surprising really, I have not been out of the flat for seven days, so things should be expected to be unforthcoming and stiffen a little?

I made my way to the Asda store, and had an uncomfortable limp around, spending money on things not needed. Humph! I met Penny in the store, and we had a little natter. I came out with: Kitchen rolls, small potatoes, seasoned sliced potatoes, potato salad, vine tomatoes, a baguette, Limoncello desserts and large tomatoes. But not the milk I had gone for in the first place.

I paid and hobbled to the bus stop. I thought I might see Penny there but didn’t.

The bags were showing fresh looking fodder on the top of them.

When I got back to the flats, I was surprised but pleased to see Penny getting off of the bus. She had been on it when I got on, but I did not hear her calling me. Tsk!

Penny kindly slowed down to my pace as we walked back to the flats. I appreciated that, bless her. We chatted en route and in the elevator and said our farewells.

The first thing I did when I got in, even before having an SSWW, was to remove my shoes – Ahhh! Blessed relief!

I felt so shattered, but the pain was fast dissolving now the shoes were off. I did the Health Checks etc.

I decided there was no point in my trying to get anything done other than eat and then sleep. No guilty feeling felt.

I got the salad meal prepared. Baguette sarnies with turkey meat, extra-strong Stilton cheese, red onions, red pepper, gherkins, and chestnuts.

The Limoncello dessert I decorated with some slices of Sharon fruit (persimmon). Very tasty!

I ate the meal slowly, savouring every mouthful, apart from the red pepper, which I found too hot for me handle! A worthy nosh that I gave an 8.9/10 taste rating.

I took the medications and settled to watch a few episodes of ‘New Tricks’ from the DVD. I did get to see one entire episode. I drifted off as the second started to play… and woke up about six hours later, so got up. New leg markings appear.

Inchcock – Sun 6th Jan 2019: A mixed fortunes day today – but I think I’m getting better, I have to say! Digits Crossed!

Sunday 6th January 2019

Latin: 6 Ianuarii Dominica MMXIX

00:25hrs. I woke with the brain suffering the Babeldom of inner and perhaps even external voices for all I knew! Arguing, postulating, and squabbling over anything and everything that came into the grey-cells! It felt as if I was outside looking in. I was farmisht and for a moment or two scared by the brains independent actions. And yet I showed mansuetude in response, and just waited a good few minutes until the mind steadied down, regaining its usual placid-vacuity, and awaiting my input and or control.

No signs of nocturnal nibbling as I fought my way off of the £300 second-hand rusty recliner, in response to the Porcelain Throne being needed.

I was off, up on my feet and hobbling to the wet room in about a minute, and felt a little smug with how quickly I had vacated the recliner. I could not find my slippers, though.

I stubbed my left big toe on the hearth of the electric fire! (No wonder I’m a negaholic!) .

I tottered into the room and onto the Throne, the evacuation was okay, but I found that Little-Inchies fungal lesion was haemorrhaging away! Oy Vey! And just when I thought things were improving for me. Tsk! But things did not get any better…

Cleaning up after the session, I found that the fluid-containers (legs) had started to swell and bruise again! Grumph! The blood papsules seemed much brighter as well this morning. Perhaps they are turning into blood spots like they did last year? Gawd, I hope not, they would pop and spurt out haemoglobin at the gentlest of touches. If they do it again with the fluid so hard pressed against straining to contain its skin… Best not think about that. My poor old misshaped pins! Hehe!

Off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks, medicationalisationing and tablets and medicines sorted. I had a bit of a quandary about the Furesomide dosage, should I risk taking just a half a pill, or a full one? After considering the situation, I spun-a-coin and taking a full-one won. Throughout today all of the wee-wees were SSPWW’s but more frequent than of the last few days.

The results were a little higher than of late, especially the temp and ever-increasing flipping weight! The Sys I think needed to be higher after yesterdays worrying to me, lows.

At least the wee-weeing being back at the SSPWW mode, I should hopefully be alright for the walk to the surgery on Tuesday for the 07:20hrs blood test.

I took this photo of the kitchen window from the doorway facing out as I left to have another SSPWW (Sort Sharp Painful Wee-wee). 

I made a brew of English Breakfast tea and got to the computer and began to update the Saturday Inchcock.

A couple of hours later, I’d got it finished off and posted.

Off for another Porcelain Throne visit, as I kept going from warm to shivering a few times, and had a few coughing bouts. Hello, hello!

On the bright side, there was only one dead EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) found in the wet room. And I got a bit of the ‘Catastrophe’ book perused. I hope to live long enough to finish reading this massive book about the first world war. If someone doesn’t mind, can you ask the funeral parlour to burn it with me? You never know, I might get time on the other side. Whatever or wherever it is? Hehehe!

Then I made up a post for the TFZer site with all of the graphics in it. Then put them on individuals albums on Facebook. A few more hours gone.

I pondered on whether or not I should try the Polish canned Breakfast Delicacy or not? I read the ingredients: Meat (37%), Water, Meat fat, Meat rind, Beef meat (7%), Mechanically separated chicken meat, starch, salt, stabilisers… There were another twelve items on the can label, but I’d had seen enough to put myself off of the idea of eating it. I returned the can to the cupboard. Tsk!

I decided to have two (I ended up having all four, though, Hehe!) Texan-T-Dogs (Sausages) with some potato sticks. Simple brekkers, but tasty enough. Unquestionably more desirable than risking the Sokołów Breakfast Delicacy!

I was working on this blog, and the dang Dizzy Dennis returned on a visit. I felt all over the place. Balance, orientation and concentration all shot to pot now! Oy Vey!

As I stood up to go to the wet room for another SSPWW, and the legs felt so heavy, it was unreal. Maybe cause I hadn’t moved for a while? The coffin – Ah, a Freudian slip there, I’ll try again, the coughing and sneezing started. The legs appeared to me to be getting indents in the now? Extra bruising showing and I think they are carrying more fluid than earlier?

I had a go on Facebooking but had to give up, the concentration bad, and Dizzy Dennis still visiting.

Best tasting meal for weeks!

I baked a Sourdough Baguette, overdoing it slightly, broke the baguette into three pieces, buttered it (Marvellous when the butter soaks in the warm bread, Mmm!) and used cooked meat loin as a filler. A few potato sticks and some gherkins, and tucked into this mini-feast with the greatest of pleasure and lowly digested what was a worthy 9.2/10 for Flavour Rating! Despite my struggle with my lack of teeth, I sucked at it, with relish. Hehe!

Dizzy Dennis departed as I was eating it.

Too tired and weary now to do anything else, I left the mess I’d made uncleared-up and flopped onto the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some TV… Zzzz!

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