Inchcock – Sat 5 Jan 2019: Improvement in the ailments, spirits and Weevil situation today! Yee-Haa!

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Saturday 5th January 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 5 Ionawr 2019

23:05hrs. I woke from another dreamless night (Well not that I could recall), an entirely different person from the one that went to sleep. Although in the same position as when I nodded off, the empty food tray balancing precariously on my bulbous belly. The frame of mind had lightened considerably, and it prompted the slightly more optimistic mode for the Thought of the Morning Rhyme/Ditty. (At least until I took my blood-pressure later. Humph!)

There were no signs of any nocturnal nibbling. The mind began to muse of this, and that it had to suddenly concentrate solely on freeing the body mass from the £300 second-hand rusty recliner, and off to the Porcelain Throne.

The legs had surely got gone down fluid-wise this morning.

Although it looked like some blood-bruising was coming up on the lower chins and here and there.

The evacuation was one of the easiest and painless ones for ages. Things were looking good, now. Naturally, this worried me, what with my recent history with my ailments! Tsk! My EQ warned me not to get too excited or expectant! Hehe! The boils on the back shoulders and neck, felt like they were increasing in number? Overall, I considered things to be on the up and up, though. My sense of humour had even returned.

I went to the kitchen to get the Health Checks and medications sorted. By the time I had got things ready, I’d had three SPWWs (Sharp-Painful-Wee-wees). Much less liquid, and a lot less power in the stream. However, the wee-weeing took an inordinately long time on every effort today. Good or bad thing? I got the sphygmomanometer working the first time.

This was when my EQ was proved right yet again. Just when I thought things ‘might’ be improving, the Sys, Dia, Pulse, and Temp had all go down a lot, and the Weight goes up to a new record high! I wonder if I should be dead with these readings? Hope Birthday Sister Jane, doesn’t read this, cause she’ll have a go at me about the Weight again! With any luck, she’ll be too sozzled to notice. Hahaha!

When making a mug of tea, I noticed how clear it was outside, no mist here yet.

So I opened the window to take some photos of outside, not done any for a while.

As I took the first one of down below and the cars of the wealthier than I tenants park. ♫Jealousy, t’was all over my Jealousy…♫, the window blew open further and knocked various accoutrements off of the shelf. Grumph!

I had a bit of a Dizzy Dennis spell while I was updating the Friday Post. But it cleared up after a half-hour or so, and my ferdrayt departed. But it meant I was finding mistakes and repeatedly editing later on.

Got the Friday blog finished and sent off to WordPress and made a start on this effort.

The SSWWs were as I said, far less volume, but coming more frequently, especially after I took the Furesomide tablet.

I did the second Health Checks much earlier than usual, to see if the BP had improved.

Things don’t seem to be improving, do they? If I live long enough, I’ll mention this to the nurse at the 0720hrs blood test appointment on Tuesday. Haha!

As a once said to me, as I lay there on the treatment table in the GUM clinic, while Little Inchies fungal lesion bled profusely: “A bi gezunt!” (Loosely, When you have your health you have everything!) I was drugged at the time, so maybe I just thought I heard her say it… but it took my mind off of the pain for a while, bless her!

I made a start on this blog next, in between the SSWWs, naturally.

I visited the WordPress Reader section.

Went for another long SSWW.

Made up next weeks medication pots. Not without a couple of mistakes, that fortunately I noticed and put right. 

I have to say the legs are a lot easier today when moving. This made me hope that perhaps soon, I can get out for a long hobble and get some chinwagging in, and maybe get over to see Sister Jane and Pete and get their pressies to them. Tuesday would be an idea, cause I’ve got to go to the early blood test, then if fit enough, I would walk to town and catch a bus to their Mansion. Most likely, they will have arranged an evening at the theatre, gone to a party, or a booze up, go to a football match or will be visiting Royalty that day, but I can email and ask them. Hehehe!

Damn it, got the Dizzies bad again now. Grumph!

Then I got some potato curls and sausages in the oven for breakfast.

Nodded off, but only for a few minutes or so although panic set in when I woke initially. Klutz!

Tasty nibble.

I spent hours and hours making a series of

TFZer graphics but did so enjoy doing them. Got them sent off and on the Facebook albums. Here are a few of them.

After finishing them, I realised that the SSWWs had lessened today, and  Dizzy Dennis was leaving me alone now. A cough is coming on, though. You can’t win can you… well, I can’t! Hehehe!

I got the pie and potatoes in the oven and checked the carrots and peas in the crock-pot. I think they should both be ready at the same time.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

The ready-made minced beef in gravy was added to the peas and carrots, mash in the dish last. I reckon I’m getting better now, cause this meal went down most pleasingly. I had a cheapo mousse for afters, with some of the Squirty light-cream on top. A flavour rating of 8/10 was given. It would have been higher, but I put a little too much demerara sugar in the peas and carrots.

As I settled wearily into the £300 second-hand recliner, I appreciated three things. One: I had not done any ablutions today! That will be good in the morning trying to shave the heavy-stubble without cutting myself! And Two: The SSWWs had lessened as the day went on. Fingers crossed! Three: Although I did not have an EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) Search & Destroy mission today, I can recall seeing only one of them?

Inchcock – Fri 4 Jan 2019: A brain-foggy day

Friday 4th January 2019

Scots Gaelic: Dihaoine 4mh Faoilleach 2019

23:25hrs. Once again, I woke up with the urgent, nae, desperate Furosemide-induced need for a painful PHBLWW (Persistent, Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee). No time to make it to the wet room, I utilised the grey plastic bucket I nowadays keep handy for any nocturnal emergencies such as this. The evacuation was an extra-long one, and the splashbacks countered by my cunningly-clever ploy of placing kitchen towels over the proceedings. Smug-Mode Adopted! I have now lost all control over the process, and have to look down to see if things have stopped, as the sensation has also gone. It’s not easy, having to see down and over the mountainous stomach, you know! Oy Gevalt!

Approximately 00:05hrs. Tapping/knocking noises were coming from somewhere above? Hope someone is not in trouble. They lasted on and off for about ten minutes or so.

I drifted into a feeling-sorry-for-Inchcock-mode. But not for long, I was stern as I chastised myself. Off I limped to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session and had an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) again as well. No bleeding from the rear, but Little Inchies Fungal lesion bled a good bit.

The ideas had grown for a humorous ode of my Thoughts, and it was the first thing I did before anything else, made up and posted the Ode off to WordPress. Taking two more PHBLWWs as I did so. But I think they are getting less in volume a bit now. The Ode link

I got the Health Checks done next.

Sys and Dia were getting gradually lower again?

Took the medications, finding out I had missed last nights doses when I fell asleep so early. Humph! So I just imbibed one Warfarin and a painkiller with the morning ones.

Made a brew and as I was taking it, I needed another wee-wee. Grabbed a pot and did my duty… to find that something came out with the urine that shouldn’t have. I won’t show it here, but I took a picture of it to show the doctors next week. It might be dried blood that came from the Fungal lesion? But I am not sure. I’ll keep an eye on every discharge that follows today, if it happens again, I will call the surgery or 111. I’m a bit concerned with this. Always something extra to fret about at the weekends it seems!

Hello, I’m involuntarily passing wind now! A lot of it! Might it be due to the side-effects of the Furesomide? There are more than enough of them on the list. Hehe!

Off to the Porcelain Throne again. The check of the water-container legs, revealed that some of the papules had disappeared and some new ones matured? Why the red scuff marks on the knees? (These took me back to my formative years and joy on the carpet? Hahahaha!)

No problems passing-wise, other than everything was accompanied by the escaping wind. I thought it was crude, but comical at the time. Apparently, the cunning Furesomide sensed the porcelain and kept me waiting sat there so long, I read a bit of the book, as I waited for the PHBLWW (Persistent, Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) to end. I feel like I could plotz!

Back to the kitchen to make another brew. Funny that is, I have a thirst like never before, just when I do not need one. Or do I? Is it part of the Furosemide make-up, so I can clear out any impurities with the fluids? You may think I am getting all disoriented, confused and mixed-up about the problem? You’d be right, too! Tsk!

Oh, how I’d love to get out for long hobble, chinwags, natterings, seeing other tellurians and feeling alive! I’m an outpatient stuck indoors, with no nurses. Just thought I’d mention it, feeling sorry for myself again. Stop-it!

Back on the computer, I looked up for things that might be causing my current additional problems. I found out that, it may be a Phosphatidylethanolamine problem. Or not. Phospholipids consist of a hydrophilic (or ‘water-loving‘) head and a hydrophobic (or ‘water-fearing’) tail. Phospholipids like to line up and arrange themselves into two parallel layers, called a phospholipid bilayer. This layer makes up your cell membranes and is critical to a cell’s ability to function. Simple isn’t it? Not a good idea to look things up on the internet, when you are as uneducated and thick as what I am. Hahaha!

Two more PHBLWWs later, I got on with updating the Thursday blog, at last. Took me longer than usual, as Dizzy Dennis was making a few appearances. During which, the Wee-wees turned into SPWWs (Sharp-Painful-Wee-wees), not so long in duration now, but still powerful jets and splashbacks.

I’d been forgetting to check the fluids in the grey bin for foreign matter. What a schmuck! I’ll scrutinise the next one.

I made a beginning of starting this post next. Between SPWWs and the never-ending drive to shove tea and water down my gullet.

Decided to get some brekkie. Into the kitchen to put a lamb burger in the oven, to have with the last of the Asda Walmart sourdough bread. If I can get my teeth through the crust, that is. When another call to the plastic bin for a wee-wee arrived, and there was no waiting, if I had not had the bowl nearby to use, the PPs would have been tested beyond their limits! A lengthy session this one was, but not so painful I think. I examined things afterwards, no signs of unwanted intruders. Phew!

I got the breakfast sorted. The knife had to be sharpened again for it to get through the sourdough bread.

I’m afraid things went to pot while I was eating the bread. The stomach churned, off to the Porcelain Throne, Little Inchies lesion was bleeding badly, stomach-cramp like pains as soon as I had evacuated. Not feeling so well now.

I threw the brekkie away and just sat down staring, as the light began to rise. I used the grey bin was utilised several times over the next hour or so of nothingness. So much so, that I had to get up to empty and clean it to use again… and again, and again…

I had a bad turn (I assume)… not really sure what took place, but I seemed to come back to reality hours later, while I was taking a wee-wee in the wet room? Without the foggiest idea of what I’d been up to. Oh dear!

The thirst and hunger were in need of satisfying.

I did some chips (Fries) and the just-out-of-date sausages, no trimmings or extras or dessert, for I still felt so tired and a little out-of-it.

Perhaps I had fallen asleep earlier?

Concentration has not been my good point today.

Tray still on my overblown belly, I fell into a deep sleep as soon as I finished the nosh. I woke hours later with the tray in the same position. Then, uninterested in activating the brain, I nodded off again… Huh!

Inchcock – Thur 3rd January 2019:

Sister Jane’s Birthday Today. Can’t get to see her, but as soon as the Furosemide finishes, I’ll get out and visit them at their castle, and fill their moat with pressies! Hehehe! Buses Permitting!

Thursday 3rd January 2019

Russian: Четверг 3 января 2019

23:45hrs. I almost burst awake, instantly aware that I was in need of the Porcelain Throne, to relieve demands from both front and back. The panicky rising from the £300 second-hand recliner was more farcical the ever this morning.

I found myself sort of sliding off of the recliner, banged the swollen knees on the Ottoman, ignored the pain and got up, tripped over a slipper and knocked over the mineral water bottle, and made my way as fast as possible to the wet room. It was as close as one could be, to being too late… but, I made it, (phew!) and the splashing and spraying commenced the moment my bottom hit the Throne seat, from both areas in need! Messy, remarkably slapdash and embarrassing, the mess I had to clean up afterwards!  I felt so unclean and decided that although it was so late, I had to get myself under the shower.

I shaved and did the teggies, then got under the hot spraying water, and used the carbolic soap! Scrubbing brush and sponge were well-used, too!

The fluid retention didn’t look any worse than yesterday, then again, no better. Hehe! The left wrist where it had hardened the other day, now had a pretty pattern on it. I thought for a moment that it looked like a maggot with a nose and eyes at the far end? Hahaha!

As I was drying myself off, I spotted several of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) lurking about on the dry part of the wet room floor, near to the door! Three live ones and two dead carcases. I grabbed the Sanmex Bug Killer can, and it was empty! Out and to my ‘Repellent Armoury drawer’ to collect another can of killer spray… Tripping over the same slipper again as I did so.

On the way back to the wet room, I saw that I had left the flipping oven on all night. Again! I ran in and turned off the power to the stove.

I gave the wet room a good spray with the Sanmex, then did the hallway as well. I got myself dressed, and off to investigate if any damage had been done in the oven. All looked dirty and stained inside. Clobberwockers!

At least it was warm in the kitchen. Hehehe! I calmed down a bit then and pondered on why the Weevils had returned; then realised with all my self-pitying and dizzy-spells yesterday, I had not sprayed the bug killer anywhere at all. Klutz!

I tidied up a bit in the front room and got the slippers on.

Ah, the Asda (Walmart) delivery is due this morning twixt 06:00 > 07:00hrs. I know I had a delivery on Tuesday from them, but with my not daring to risk going out while I’m in the Furosemide, and the possibility of losing the bus service, I got some stuff in. But, of course, there is a delivery charge and minimum buy! So, this is not going to help me lower my ridiculously large stock of fodder in the cupboards.

I got the Health Checks done, with the sphygmomanometer working on the first try.

Even the new thermometer worked the first time and quickly for me!

The BP confused me a little. The sys was higher, but the Dia was lower (almost poetical that, Haha!). The temperature was the highest ever I think, but as Tim Price told me, this is no problem, as for some reason it has been too low for a long time now until I started using the new ear-hole thermometer.

Took the medications. And set about updating, finalising and posting off the Wednesday Woes diary to WordPress.Then made a start on this blog. Between a few close-call LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wees) One, which I was forced to take in the emergency bucket, to avoid a leaking torrent!

I got some chips in the oven to have with a mini-pork pie for breakfast.

I went on the WP reader and comments while I waited for the chips to cook.

Got the nosh served up, I can’t believe I’m eating breakfasts after so many years. But the fear installed in me, by Sister Janet and Scharführeress Nurse Ann demanding and commanding me to eat brekkies, soon broke my resistance! Hehehe! I think my telling her of the Furosemide problem, caused her to need a wee-wee herself. Haha! She had to shoot off, so only a few seconds of conversation, nice of her to ring.

I had a look out of the unwanted kitchen windows, with the extra glass to clean that I cannot reach to clean, the light and view-blocking view and that I have to take photographs out of, blind because I have to hang out of the window to get over the ridiculously wide ledge… what was I saying?… Oh yes! I got the camera back inside and checked on the viewer whether the Asda delivery had arrived or not yet. It hadn’t.

So, I got the computer on to update wicked Wednesday Inchcock Today.

I had my now seemingly regular second visit to the Porcelain Throne, a decent one this time, not too messy, and leaving the wet room as I heard my mobile ringing… Mobile? At this time in the morning? It was the Asda, delivery lady. She wanted me to go down to let her in. Had the communication which they usually contact me to be let in, panel broken down. With the landline not being connected, I could not press her in – so I went down to let her in?

I took the walking stick with me cause of the legs. She got in, and I forgot to ask if she’d tried the phone in the foyer entrance. The poor think late a bit late, and it showed in her face an actions. To help her out, I suggested she just put the good in the lift with me, and she could get off then. She did! I went up in the elevator with the bags and loose bottles etc. and made a few trips from the lift doors to the flat door and got the stuff inside and put away. To make up the minimum order with me not being able to get out yet, I’d ordered things like spring water, kitchen towels and bleach that I did not need, but could use later. The freezer had to have little re-jiggling to get the mousse, chips, lamb burgers and iced orange suckers in. Tsk! I got an Asda (Walmart) store-baked Sourdough Baguette. When I picked it up from the bag and felt the weight and solid touch to it, I got a feeling I would not take to this cement and flour bread. Huh! I’ll just make a couple of turkey sarnies, some sauce of some sort, gherkins I have in to use, but I forgot to get any tomatoes.

Went on CorelDraw to do some TFZer Graphics, not done any for a while, all the weariness and falling asleep doesn’t help. 

No graphics not done yet, Sister Jane called, told me not to buy anything too much in, food-wise, it was a bad connection again, but she did point out that I had got her Birthday wrong still this year, as I did last year, you’d think that after 89 years, I could get it right. Hahaha! Sorry Jane, only joking! Oh, and I must do something else.. but while I was typing in the previous words, I forgot what it was! Oy Vey!

Tried to get some pictures made up again on CorelDraw. (Failed)

Oh, dearie me, I’ll have to give up concentrating, Dizzy Dennis is back with a vengeance. Although the Furosemides (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wees) are less frequent and I think, not so forceful. (Later, especially in the morning, boy did they start again!) Mind you, I have to take the Furosemide in an hour or so, I can expect the tsunami any time after that to begin again. Big mouth me! Just typed this in, and had to shoot off for another Furosemide imposed LHBLWW!

Been up for 14-hours now. The weariness is creeping in.

So drained again now, I made three sarnies of buttered Sourdough bread with pork loin.

Tough would be the first word to describe my biting into the Asda (Walmart) Sourdough Baguette!

In fact, I loosened two teeth in the process!

As for the taste, cardboard!

I planned the viewing for the goggle-box. Two episodes of the A-Team, then a Police documentary, followed by a 40 stone life programme. I didn’t get half-way through the first A-Team before I nodded off. Tsk!

I hope for a better Furisemide… er… Friday. Hehehe!

Rambling deep thoughts from Inchcock: In pathetic rhyme

Unfortunately, old Inchcock had one of his self-pitying moods this morning.

When he found he had new boils, acne and the Furosimide induced Wee-Wees were mega-active, with the tsnunami-like splashbacks being unavoidable!

Then he checked his fluid-filled containers he calls legs…

Ah, that’s new boils on his back, bum and now new growths on his knees, as well as some more blood papsules showing on the pins!

These could be just a few reasons for his sad Thoughts Ode today? Hehehe!

Created spontaniously from the mind of Nottingham City Homes Pensioner; in a moment of insanity and a blood of Furosemide induced Wee-weeing!

Inchcock Today: Wed 2nd Jan 2019: Stuck indoors again. no natters or chinwags, Wee-weeing like a champion, Dizzies… normal sort of day for 2019, then! Hehe!

Wednesday 2nd January 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 2 Ionawr 2019

22:15hrs. Shot awake after about four hours, and everything else, bar getting to the ‘Emergency LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) Bucket!’ was put on hold.

As I struggled to contain the long-lasting blast and avoid the splashback, a picture came into my mind, that later I put to artwork, and used it for the Thought of the Day, above.  Haha!

After the torturous, hurricane-like evacuation, (No doubt about it, this Furosemide is taking effect now!) I washed the hands and checked the £300 second-hand recliner area that I had scrambled out of in such a panic. No indications of any Nocturnal nibbling having taken place. Smug-Mode Adopted!

Made a brew and got the computer on while it boiled (the kettle, not the computer).

A high-priority call to the Porcelain Throne was responded to immediately. A look around the wet room during the evacuation process revealed not a single EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) Amazing! Almost as amazing as the scent I’d left behind me on my recent movements. Cor Blimey… Stinky-Phoo!

The Health Checks were completed, and medications, taken.

The sphygmomanometer worked at the first try.

Having missed last night’s medications, Humph, Klutz! I took just two of the missed tablets, those I thought it would be safe enough to have with the morning ones.

I made yet another brew of tea! My thirst this morning is concerning, or instead why I keep drinking is bothering me. Maybe a side-effect of the Furosemide?

As I settled at the computer, I started sneezing, and the dizzies returned. As I absorbed this, I had to dash off for another LHBLWW. It was a good job I didn’t use the bucket,  because I passed enough fluid, in a jet-like fashion, to have filled it twice over! Oh dearie me, another flipping day stuck indoors, I dare not risk going out. If this lasts another day, I’ll ring the Doctor, or 111 to ask for advice. The Protection Pants are good at catching the blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and the Fungal Lesion. But I doubt they would contain the torrent of a full-blown LHBLWW, and if any bleeding were going on at the time, they would positively not cope. It’s a good job I anticipated something like this, and I placed an order from Asda for Thursday, no no worry about fodder anyway.

I was feeling the cold, despite the high temperature in the room. The fluid retention in the legs and ankles are far less acute, but the back-pain has returned. Dizzy Dennis is annoying me regularly. (Mind you, the note in the Furosemide box, did put these in their list of possible side-effects) Good gerrin’ owd, yer know!

I got the Tuesday Diary finished off and posted it. Went on the WordPress Reader, the then comment section.

During these actions, I made two mugs of tea, and took four LHBLWWs!

An acute pain developed in my left lower arm/wrist. No swelling, no bruising or discolourations, mind? But just above the wrist, there was some hardening?

2019? Worra Life! Hehe!

I will try to ring Sister Jane later, but she is not an early riser, so I shall not risk her ‘Wrath’ by calling too early.

Another LHBLWW, getting fed-up with this. It’s affecting the concentration, and I am making so many errors… No, maybe not, I’ve always done that. Hehehe!

I went to sort some breakfast out, and watch YouTube clips, while I eat it.

Minted peas, few chips (Fries), chestnuts and a mini pork pie.

Another LHBLWW while making the breakfast. Fancy that!

I used the bucket twice without emptying and disinfectantising it. Two wee-wees and I could hardly lift the bucket, it was over half-full! I took a photo of the container to let you see how big it is.

Shame there is no value to urine, I could be rich selling it! Hahaha!

Got the brekkie all eaten up.

The legs were inspected, to find they had blown-up again! And I think there was an extra pot-mark spot or two developed as well. Oy Vey!

At least Dizzy Dennis was not visiting so frequent now. 

I went to make a brew of tea, the day had lightened up well now, a bit of sunshine behind the tree copse in the distance. Very pretty, so much so, I took a photographicalisation of the view to the left and right. In the right scene, the sun is coming from behind the flats, to give the panorama aspect of the picture effect.

I had another LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee), treated myself to one in the wet room this time. I think it was a little less volumatic, too.

Went on to CorelDraw to create some Inchcock Today draughts, no, drafts!

A lot of banging about from Herbert upstairs this morning?

After a further three and a half hours, I got the drafts all done! I’m well drained now but can report that while creating the posts, I only needed three LHBLWWs.

For some odd unknown to me reason, the left leg is much more fluid-filled than the right, and the left lower arm is more painful and stiff than the right one. Just thought I’d mention it, like.

Oh, and the surgery called while I was creating. They gave me the new Warfarin doses and initially gave me an appointment for the next blood test for, 14:30hrs next Monday. I begged for an earlier appointment, and she told me there was none available.  She is aware of my odd sleeping patterns, and I asked if there was one on Tuesday available. She had a look, and returned to me a few minutes later… she could fit me in at 0720hrs on Tuesday 8th, bless her. That should fit in with my City Hospital appointment and give me plenty of time to make the hobble to the clinic. I hope it isn’t raining or snowing then, I think someone told me on Monday, snow was due?

Got some nosh prepared, drained entirely now, but pleased the dizzies have stayed off.

Oh, I must take some Warfarin out of the pots I have already done, now the dosages have been reduced a bit.  I’ll do it now while I think of it.

I had a lamb burger sandwich using bread thins. I also tired a new dessert style. A pot of Asda Walmart raspberry ripple mousse, and sprayed some of the Wriggly cream (the low-fat one, haha!) on top of it. By the time I got around to eating it, the Wriggly had dissolved, but by gum, it tasted so good!

Took the evening medications and got the Health Checks done.

There were so many programmes on the telly that interested me, including the A-Team. Farcical of course, I can’t believe I wasted my time writing down a schedule to watch…

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today: Tuesday 1st January 2019: Stuck indoors again. Suffering, sore, sad and sensing senility soon to arrive. Hehe!

Tuesday 1st January 2019

Scots Gaelic: Dimàirt 1mh Faoilleach 2019

23:35hrs. Oh, boy! If you had seen my antics in painfully trying to get my overweight gargantuan-stomached body out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the emergency SSWW bin in time, for what turned out to be a Power-Short-Sharp-Wee-wee, you would not have been able to resist bursting into laughter; even I smiled afterwards! Hehehe!

Just like yesterday morning, after using the emergency SSWW/LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) bin and starting to clean it, the porcelain Throne had to be used. I got to the wet room in enough time this visit. Phew!

I washed, got the room cleaned up. And got the Health Checks done and medications were taken.

The BP seemed to be worryingly low. I took the medications and made a brew, then took the second Health Check. Which seems to have gone high within the ten minutes or so since the earlier one I did?

00:00hrs. New Year:

I made up a blog with the photographs I’d just taken out of the windows, of the fireworks from the New Year lovers of Nottingham. And got it posted off to WordPress as a post.

Here are a few of the pictures, many more on the link: New Year Photographicalisations

Despite the heat from the oven, and the thermometer showing the temperature to be about 64°f – 17.77°c in the kitchen, and the warmth coming from the new storage radiator which was fitted too close that I could not open my cupboards and had to be moved, leaving me with plastering, painting and a new floor to be paid for and fitted. But no point in doing anything yet about that or the carpets that were ruined by the plasterer, as the electricians, plumbers and alarm installation people are still to come to make their particular mess in installing communications and a sprinkler system yet. I was still feeling so cold? Heck of a mouthful there, Haha!

I got some brekkie made up. Mini pork pies, pickled gherkins, cooked chestnuts, and a few oven chips, followed by a raspberry mousse, that went down very well as I watched a YouTube clip on the Grenfell disaster. I see that no one has been blamed or taken the blame yet. Makes me sick! Well, that’s true come think of it, I am sick! Hehe!

Blimus, I keep shivering this morning, and it’s not cold at all, I’ll recheck the thermometer… it’s the same temperature showing, 64°f – 17.77°c.

I tackled the updating and finishing off of the Monday post. IT took me over five hours to get it done. The concentration has gone to pot, and the odd Dizzy Dennis visit didn’t help in the least. I went on WordPress reader.

I trotted, well alright then, limped off to make myself a mug of tea. I saw a bit of smoke blowing through the window. I zoomed in to take a picture of it.

It had gone in five minutes, wonder what it was?

Back to the computer. Fingers on the keyboard and… well, another EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) found on my finger. Having my reading glasses on, I could see the scallywag doing her or his best to bite into the skin? I wondered if it might be the Furosemide they might be after? But why would that be, I tried to think of some funny reason to type, but the brain  was not functioning in it normal mode today.

I made a start on this post and realised it was suddenly thirteen-hours since I got up. Time flies dunnit? Humph! Got as far as this, and decided I needed to catch up on the Facebooking, so I did.

The fatigue arrived, so I got the nosh prepared. Not a lot, but nice-flavour.

Channel 81 on Freeview had some good stuff on that I wanted to watch.

Repeated calls for LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wees) delayed the falling asleep for a while, but I dropped off, halfway through ‘Great Expectations’.

But shot awake four hours later, in need of more Wee-wees. Tsk!

Inchcock’s Photographicalsations taken as the New Year arrived…

Inchcock’s Photographicalsations taken as the New Year arrived…

Croatian: Inchcockove fotografske snimke uzete kao nova godina

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May take this opportunity to wish the entire tellurian population, apart from the ‘Swines’ who are taking off my local bus service, Pavement Cyclists, Politicians, Royalty, Jeremy Clarkson, Jean Claude Juncker, the French for cheating to get the World Cup from Croatia, Pavement Cyclists, Anjem Choudary, Angela Merkel, Pavement Cyclists, Overcharging shop assistants, Snotty bankers, Alcoholics (but only the nasty ones), Pavement Cyclists and Street bedders and beggers who have more money than I do;

A Wonderful New Year!

Inchcock Today: Mon 31st Dec 2018: Best if it is forgotten! Humph!

Monday 31st December 2018

Monday 31st December 2018

23:40hrs. I woke and stayed where I was, preciously perched half-on, half-off of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner. The mind deep in muddled, confusing thoughts. I spent a few moments trying to reclaim some recollections of the dream I knew I’d been having, and that it was not pleasant, could no memories were found lurking in the brain-box. Various bits came to mind for the day… The Asda (Walmart) delivery is due twit 06:00>07:00hrs. Another jet of wee-wee was building up. At least on the Furesomide, although the powerful evacuations cause splashbacks and a little pain, at least I get some warning beforehand now. What time is it? (Good heavens 2340hrs!) The fluid retaining legs feel a lot easier this morning. Hello, a Quick visit from Dizzy Dennis and Reflux Roger is kicking-off. The stomach is rumbling. Why are some of the Papsules bleeding? Maybe I might have been scratching them during the night? Did I take last nights medications? (I found out I had later, Phew!) I wonder if Nurse Nichole will do me today at the blood test? I mustn’t forget the Doctors appointment either… on and on the mind waffled to itself!

When I eventually tried to remove my hog-like body from the recliner, I felt Inchies Fungal Lesion crack and bleed, at precisely the same time a message arrived from the innards, telling me to get to the Porcelain Throne without delay! (I recalled at the time, thinking this does not bode well for the day’s fortunes, circumspection needed methinks. Hehe!)

Avoiding knocking anything down or any toe stubbing, I was off of the chair and got to the wet room and onto the Throne. (The legs felt a lot better, but the left ankle was giving me some grief) The splattery evacuation was all over within about ten-seconds! The cleaning and medicating of Little Inchies lesion took about ten excruciating minutes! Humph!

Another slight Dizzy Dennis spell as I left the wet room. I went to the kitchen to take the medications. Adding an extra Simvastatin to counter the ever-active sticking Roger Reflux valve!

Made a brew of good-strong Assam tea, and had another LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee).

While sitting at the computer making up the above graph of the INR Warfarin test results… I felt itching on my back, just below the neck, and it just had to be scratched! Which turned out to be somewhat of a problem for me, as I could not reach the spot that needed attending to. I tried up against the corner of the door, but this was very awkward and painful as I could not control the amount of pressure I was applying.

Then I tried using the small ‘picker-upper’ stick to apply some Germolene cream and have a good scratch at the same time, but this proved to be a bloodier approach to the problem! Hehehe!  Puzzled by what it was I was having a go at, I set about manipulating my right hand with my right hand and forcing the hand to reach to the area. I had a feeling about the session and decided that it was small boils that were the problem! I guessed at this by the blood and yellow/greenish puss on the tissue. Now, I have discomfort from both arms, elbows, wrists, and shoulders as well! Klutz! I’ll give the area a good rinse after the shower and try to apply some cream on it.

Another LHBLWW and I got the weekend diary post finished off. It was sad reading when I edited it, but a few times I found myself laughing out loud at my own antics. Hahaha! I sent it off to WordPress.

I went on the WordPress Reader section.

Made a start on this blog. I thought about having a bit of brekkie but resisted.

Had an SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-Wee) for a change? Then another one, five minutes later, Tsk!

Got the ablutions done early, no showering of course yet, too soon.

The Asda man delivered at 0615hrs.Thanked him and got the fodder sorted, after yet another SSWW!

Fridge now looking well stocked...
The Freezer too...

Got updating this blog, and consumed the Raspberry Ripple later on.

Shame it didn’t taste like I remembered it did. Ah-well, likely the old gustatory cells stiff out of sync or tilt, with the ailments being like they are?

I got the baked beans in the saucepan with the seasoning, to marinate for use later. I’d decided on beefburgers for nosh today. I’ll buy some while I’m out.

At 0800hrs, I took the black bags to the waste chute and deposited then.

Got to think things through now. Dr Vindla at 11:20hrs, INR Blood Test at 12:00hrs, must remember to ask about the QMC appointment to see if they have it yet. Being holidays, I imagine it will be a few days before I am advised. Can’t be helped.

Took my shower and got things ready.

A quick snap of the morning view from the unwanted new light and view-blocking kitchen window, a fumble around to see if I’d forgotten anything. Glad I checked, I’d left the tap running.

Off I trotted, down and out onto Chestnut Walk.

AS I limped along, I was overtaken by a few other inmates. I was limping along even slower than usual this morning. A tinge of jealousy overcame me, seeing the others getting a move one s they belted by me. Hehe!

I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and inmates porta-cabin, and managed a natter with a few others, but they were apparently in the same mood as I was, and poorly with it. They also looked a little the same as me, in appearing to look so tired-out. Bless us all!

Disastrous news was given to me, that revealed perhaps, why the gloomy looks were on the faces of my fellow inmates… The L9 bus service is being taken off! Some of our residents were told this by the drivers. I am hoping and praying it will prove wrong. How do we get to the shops, surgery, blood tests and clinics without transport in bad weather?

I got on the bus with the others and dropped off on Winchester Street Hill bottom. Where some disgusting Nottinghamian Street Art had been freshly deposited on the pavement. Some poor devil had taken a step in the wrong direction. Eurgh!

I set off along Mansfield Road and up the incline. I was moving at a fair rate of knots for me but was coping well with the pace for once.

Near the top of the hill, the usual Royal Mail van, with the same two drivers sat in it, had parked in their regular place, right across the pavement.

I managed to walk by, on the inside giving the chaps a look of disgust as I did so, banging their mirror on the way by. How are people with prams, disabled carts, shopping carts supposed to get by, without going on to the road to do so?

I got myself to the surgery and logged in. Had a bit of a dizzy spell in there while I was sat doing the crossword. Tsk!

DR Vindla did various tests and seemed pleased with how the fluid retention had gone down in the legs and told me to carry on with the Furismide and come back to see her on Monday week. She needs to monitor the effects on the kidneys and liver. The QMC appointment will arrive next week in the post. She did not mention any blood-tests other than confirming today’s. I would imagine, I’ll get an Email from them when the results come back on the test I am about to have. I was dismissed, and returned to the waiting area, to be called to the Nurses room. I opened the crossword book (neither session on this book today, proved very auspicious).

Bit of luck then, it was Nurse Nichole who came to collect me. Luckily, the bleeding took an age to stop after the test, thus expediting a short but so-pleasant nattering session for me. Thanked the gal and handed her some nibbles for the New Year, leaving a bag of nibbles on the reception desk on the way out.

Once outside, I really didn’t feel well at all. A partial visit from Dizzy Dennis, the innards rumbling and fear of wee-wee escaping all made me nervous. So, I went to the nearest shop that sold beefburgers (Carrington Co-op). I selected a pack of four Co-op brand burgers from the freezer. That was the only choice they had!

Out to the bus stop, I went, and caught a bus within a minute, back up to Sherwood. Right timing too, (I thought at the time anyway), there was about five minutes before the bus was due. Four other tenants were also at the shelter, and a chinwagging, laughter and snide remarks were enjoyed by all, while we waited.

And I mean, waited! The bus was twenty-minutes late when it arrived, and the bladder was being tested like never before. I was scared stiff of being embarrassed if things should burst-forth, I had the PPs on but felt these would not cope if the Furosemide activated LHBLWW did arrive. It did so as I thought about it! I felt so ashamed and flustered! I tried to stand as far away from anyone as I could on the bus, and placed the bag in front of me, in case anything showed-up. The short trip up the steep hill seemed to take ages. I got off the bus first and dare not stop to talk to Cyndy and Roger who spoke to me… I made my way as quickly as I could to the flats. The other of course caught me up and passed me by.

Hell, I was so glad to get inside. Straight to the wet room to sort myself out. The PPs had coped better than I expected them to. The lesion had been bleeding. So, off with the clothes and binned them, under the shower for a long session of cleaning and freshening. While I was taking a shower, another unstoppable LHBLWW evacuation arrived! This state of affairs is getting to me now! Finally cleaned and changed clothes and did the Health Checks, the BP is very low again, and I wasn’t feeling too good. I put this down to my embarrassment factor. What will I do if this happens again, when no L9 buses are running?

I am now, sorry for myself, depressed and in a state of utter dysphoria. A nervous physical and mental wreck!

I got the nosh sorted. I must be doing something right, cause I ate it all up. Beef seasoned baked beans with beefburgers, sourdough bread and a lemon dessert.

Flavour Rating of 8.8/10!

I got the things in the washing up bowl. Did the Health Checks. Then I got myself into the £300 second-hand recliner.

Lots on the gogglebox to watch.

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today: Sat/Sun 29/30th Dec 2018: Wee-wee splash-back like a hosepipe! Depressed Weary and Poorly, and the body growing like Robert Morely! Tsk!

Saturday 29th December 2018

Punjabi: ਸ਼ਨੀਵਾਰ 2 ਦਸੰਬਰ 2018

23:25hrs. I woke, and the first thing that registered in my muddled brain was the unbitten tomato sandwich, squashed into the folds of my bloated stomach! The mind simply accepted this fact, without any expostulatory self-recriminations. Then it moved on to other concerns, and, with a degree of clarity in there too! This, I found surprising and worrying, such a rare stance for my grey-cells as I gain consciousness in a morning?

I removed the belly-dwelling sandwich and had a feel about of the legs. Again, I was surprised, to find that the fluid build-up seemed have gone down a little. Surely one-half of a Furosemide tablet, taken ten hours earlier, seemed to have made some effect already? Or, maybe, was being hopeful? The usual morning struggle out of the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner was not as severe as usual, and I thought I might be right about the fluid retention going down a bit…

That was until I caught the swollen tibialis muscle against the corner of the Ottoman! I take it back, perhaps the fluid is not going down after all. Hehe! A decent purple-blue bruise appeared in seconds. Tsk! But, of course, the pain meant nothing to a man like me. (Lie Mode Adopted!)

I Iimped on, muttering to myself as I did so, to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done and the medications were taken. The legs seemed to swell up as I hobbled on, and were rock-solid again by the time I got the few paces to the kitchen.

My sphygmomanometer worked on the second attempt. The new thermometer which I was conned into buying worked, but I still can’t hear the ending beeps, even when the thing is in my ear-hole?

The readings for Sys, Dia, and pulse were all rather low this time. The weight, had gone down a bit? The temperature was looking good to me. 

I took one Furosemide with the other medications, and off for the usual SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee): which after the Furosemide being taken last night and this morning, have now turned into LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee). Cor Blimey! I got splashback all over the place. You wouldn’t believe how much and how far it went – well, I can’t believe how much and how far it went!

I took me ages to get things cleaned up. I have now positioned three plastic bins, one in each room. Humph! No going out today, then. I do not think the Protection Pants would cope if another blast like that one comes along uninvitedly. As the paperwork that came with the Furesomide said: “…blocking the absorption of sodium, chloride, and water from the filtered fluid in the kidney tubules, causing a profound increase in the output of urine – never a more accurate statement read! Hehehe!

By the time I’d got the sorting outdone, another LHBLWW arrived! Forearmed with knowledge now, I made use of the grey bin in the kitchen and avoided the spray-back… well, most of it. Humph! I might run low on disinfectant and Germolene cream soon.

I went on an EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) search and destroy mission. I got the 5p coin ready on the kitchen towel to photograph any prisoners I caught.

Something else hard to believe – I didn’t find a single Weevil, dead or alive!

I set about updating the Friday post. Considering all the mayhem and overabundance of events suffered on this day, I was pleased with how the end product came out. Titivated it, and got it sent off to WordPress. During this process, I utilised the thin deep grey bin three times for an LHBLWW!

Emptied and disinfected the grey ‘Emergency bin’, and went to make a very small mug of tea.

While waiting for the kettle to boil, I took five photographs from the unwanted or liked light and view-blocking new window. I tried each one in a different option on the camera. To see how they compared to each other in taking nighttime shots of the same view.

Unfortunately for me, I forgot to make a note of each one’s mode it was taken in! What a Nebbish! Here the yare, anyway. Tsk!

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Back on the computer and made a start on this blog. Just the one LHBLWW needed.

Checked the Emails, then went on the WordPress Reader. 

I spotted that the papsules on the back of the left hand were returning again? A mystery these are. I forgot to mention them to the Dr Vindla yesterday.

Still, I can get another chance on Monday when I go for another Warfarin INR blood test and my appointment with the doctor. I think the original meeting might have been about the memory blanks and forgetfulness? But I forget for sure. Haha!

I went on Facebook to update with the TFZers and get the latest photographs in the albums.

The legs seem to be filling up again now, far more than when I woke up… what’s going on here? Tsk!

I’ve decided to get some brekkie now.

I’ll go and have a forage around to see what fodder is available… Tomato sarnies, pickled gherkins, and chestnuts with a drop of hoisin and balsamic sauce, so I can try both of them out.

Not keen on the balsamic sauce, a little too sweet, but the Hoisin was tasty and tangy. As brekkies go, a Flavour Rating of 5/10 for this one.

I spent hours on CorelDrawing and making a few more page header graphics.

A Blank Spot followed. And I found myself waking up in the £300 second-hand recliner, in need of an SSWW, which again turned out to be an LHBLWW.

Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit as I got the meal prepared. I wish I hadn’t bothered now.

I think the taste-buds have gone off a bit again. Pork ribs with seasoned baked beans and a defrosted cob. To me, it all tasted horrible, not just not nice. I left most of it, and I usually would gobble up all of the seasoned beans.

I felt suddenly drained.

I got the pots soaking in the washing up bowl, had another LHBLWW and into the night attire and on the recliner. Despite my weariness, it took me ages to get off to sleep! No hobbles, you see?

Sunday 30th December 2018

Scots Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 30mh Dùbhlachd 2018

23:42hrs. I bestirred with the belief that I had been sleeping for so long like never before, and must have overslept by hours and hours! Then realised it didn’t matter in the least if I had overslept, no medical appointment today. Had grope of the fluid affected legs, they seemed in the same condition as they were yesterday, which was less solidly swollen than the day before… I waffled a bit making that statement didn’t I. Tsk!

As soon as I tried to move my pharaonically-stomached body from the £300 second-hand recliner, I realised I was wrong about the state of the legs. Fair enough, they did feel less filled with fluid, but, oh boy, the pain when I stood up! From the top of the legs down to the ankles were positively painful, every time any part touched against something… like the floor! Ah-Well, nil desperandum! No doubt now the blood’s starting to move, it will ease off in a while.

I shuffled slowly and carefully to the kitchen, when I saw the clock, I realised I had only been asleep for about four hours!

I was getting the Health Checks and medication taking things ready, when the innards erupted and despite the condition of my legs I hastened frantically, quicker than I had ever done before, to the wet room and the desperately needed Porcelain Throne! I did not make it in time! An uncontrollable liquified evacuation. No more details should be told. Nuff said! A lengthy cleaning up session took place.

Back to the kitchen and the Health Checks.

The flipping sphygmomanometer was not in the mood for playing this morning. It took four tries before it worked. Tsk!

I found a blobby patch of whatever it was on the lower right arm, and the papsules seem to have changed colour again?

I made a brew and took the medications… no sooner done, than the stomach rumbled and grumbled and it was back to the Porcelain Throne in another hurry!

I got there with a few seconds to spare this time (and was so glad that I did!) Splattering and spluttering, this evacuation was more liquified than ever. But, I could sense… well, I could feel squidgy activity, brewing in the innards still! So, expecting another wet discharge was imminent, I remained  where I was and had a read of the ‘Catastrophy – Europe goes to war’ book, having now finished the Clarkson biography, I thought I’d get back to this exact detail-filled massive (Hardback 628 page) history book, filled with so much delineation that, it is perfect for an opsimath like me.

And, I got it for only £10 reduced from £30, at The Works – discount store on Long Row in Nottingham City Centre.

As to whether I’ll live long enough to ever finish reading it, I don’t know. Hehehe! As I awaited the threatening onslaught of the third evacuation, I pondered on this thought. I decided that the cleverly manipulated changes in human behaviour, conduct, demeanour, outlook and accepted protocols, is of benefit to the elderly. Who surely must feel less bothered about snuffing it, seeing the madness of mankind, cruelty, lack of empathy and greed getting worse all the time? This train of thought, cheered me up a bit. I got side-tracked again there, sorry.

The third evacuation arrived, less of it, but even wetter than the first two of the day! Nuff said again!

The tummy continues to emit warning signals, even now. The odd rumbling session and occasional little stabs, of mild discomfort. I fear things may be on the move yet again soon. Where the heck is it all coming from! I hope I will be able to get to the surgery tomorrow for the blood test and doctors visit.

Went on the TFZer Facebook page.

Feeling peckish, so got a breakfast prepared. Chips, bits of Polish Pork Boczek, beetroot, tomatoes and onions.

Watched a YouTube Dvd while eating it. I nearly ate it all.

Went on CorelDraw to another try at getting some page header graphics done.

Managed to get a few done before Dizzy Dennis called again. I must mention this to the doctor in the morning.

Zombielike I just sat feeling sorry for myself…. fell asleep so early… but I needed it I think if only to escape the discomfort I was feeling.

Sister Jane rang. Not sure what was said. I do recall telling her of the side-effects of the Furosemide, I think.

Zzzz!

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