Inchcock Today – Tuesday 12th December 2017:

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Tuesday 12th December 2017

Greece: Τρίτη 12 Δεκεμβρίου 2017

0030hrs: I woke up in what I believe is the exact same position as I fell asleep in last night. I remember thinking about changing the watched DVD in the player, I awoke with the remote control still in my hand?

This, is despite my having suffered a pseudohallucinational dream, in which I was solving problems and helping, advising all sorts of visitors to my outside toilet from 1949, and a cerebricity which seemed to amaze all of my inquirers? In the background, cheering and clapping could be heard every time I said anything? The dream seemed to last only a few seconds, and I think I tried to get it back. Me? Clever? Worra dream.

When I tried to move, Hippy Hilda and the water retaining legs complained and then I remembered what it was I forgot to tell the Doctor about yesterday. ‘Hippy Hilda and the water retaining legs!’ Tsk! Off to the Porcelain Throne. A better session, slight overtones of the Trotskies, but not much.

Got the medications taken with a mug of tea and did the Health Checks.

Gor dressed without any ablutions, to be ready for when the Morrison order arrives between 0630 > 0730 hrs.

Checked WordPress messages and comments, didn’t take long. Then went on WordPress Reader. Lots of good stuff on again.

Went on Facebooking.

The Morrison man cometh, not a very happy one, though. Through gritted teeth he muttered something in reply to my “Good morning, everything alright with the weather today?” No idea what it was he said.

I’d got some extra Scottish Plain Bread to freeze and keep over the holiday period.

I found I had to throw some bits away to make room for them in the freezer. Tsk!

I’ll have to sort through the use-by-dates to see what to have later for the nosh. Got plenty of stock now, cooked beef, fresh belly pork, the Pork Knuckles… I think I got carried away again.

Got the stuff stored and took three photographs from the kitchen window. Ont to the left, one right off centre and one of the right view.

Bootifull, but not very warm. I had to put the oil heater on in the main room.

On with graphics creating again. Hard work this morning, CorelDraw keeps freezing on me.

1500hrs: Feeling so tired now, but pressed on with doing another TFZer Vehicle Related funny graphic.

Fatigue, mental of course, forced me to stop and get the nosh prepared. I got the spuds in the oven. Then did some Facebooking while they cooked. Two hours later I took them out and removed and mashed the flesh, added cheese and tomatoes to them. Refilled the husks and back in the stove to brown them off.

Served the nosh-up and ate it all, every scrap and morsel.

I did not get to doing the washing up because I put the TV on and fell asleep almost immediately.

Woke a few hours later and the brain was full of memories about the dream I’d been having. I searched for the pencil and pad to record them.

But by the time I found both, any recollection had dissipated. Most annoying!

Spotted the untaken pot of medications on the Ottoman, and took them.

I thought about getting out of the recliner and doing the pots, and as I started to manipulate my body mass, I felt something hard under my bottom and the recliner’s cushion…

That damned remote control! Hehe!

I extracted it and fell asleep again.

Inchcock Today – Monday 11th December 2017:

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Monday 11th December 2017

Korean: 2017 년 12 월 11 일 월요일

0100hrs: Woke and the first thoughts were of getting to the GP surgery for the Doctors visit and blood test with Nurse Nichole, and would I be able to get there with the weather?

I rose out of the £300 second-hand recliner, grabbed the camera and poddled into the kitchen, got the kettle on and investigated the snow conditions.

It was freezing outside, and I thought I could see the snow hardened and ice on the road below.

Assembled the laundry stuff, gathered the clothes and down to the launderette, to get the laundry started and have a look at the road conditions. Got the washing machine going, and nipped out into the cold to peruse Chestnut Walk.

Blimey, not good!

I hope the buses are running so I can at least get down Winchester Street Hill and a lift back up home afterwards. Mansfield Road might be a little easier to walk along than locally.

Set the timer to remind me about changing machines later. Took the medications and did the Health Checks, made another mug of tea to replace the one I brewed earlier and forgot about when the whimsey of doing the washing came into my befuddled brain.

Timer beeping, off down to move clothes from one machine to the dryer.

The no.2 lift was making slightly worrying noises on the way down this trip. Metallic scraping-like. When I got the clothes out of the washing machine, they were still wet? I got them in the dryer and turned it on hoping for the best, but I don’t think one cycle will be enough.

Washed the first units drum and doors, and set off to the lift foyer.

The Christmas Decorations had been put up I noticed. I think they may have overdone it, don’t you think? Haha!

Going back up, the lift was making the same noises but louder.

Got in and needed the Porcelain Throne. All good this time, hopefully, Trotsky Terence has left the building? There was no bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, either. There was a lot of water retention in the legs, though.

I filled in the Deep Vein Thrombosis record card and put it into the coat pocket, while I remembered. Then took the medications. Did the mornings Health Checks:

And recorded the averages for last week, to take with me on the visit to see Nurse Nicole for the Warfarin DVT blood Test. And see Dr Vindla about the Trotsky’s. That is of course if I can get there.

Finished and posted the Inchcock Today for Sunday.

Hello, back to the Throne. Another good one without any bother – how does this happen? After three weeks of extremes either way, in the Porcelain Throne sessions, it comes right on the very day I manage to get to see the Doctor about it? Tsk!

The timer chirped into life, and I went down to investigate if the clothes had dried enough. No.2 lift was still noisy.

The clothes were dry enough, so I got them out and folded them, then into the bag.

Cleaned the filter and wiped surfaces.

Had a sweep up of the bits of soap powder and things dropped on the floor. Not by me, of course!

Back up, catching the no.1 lift this time, no noises in this one.

To the Porcelain Throne again first job. All okay.

Got the togs stored away and mad a small mug of tea. Back on the computer. Couldn’t find any cancellations of buses on the web, then again it is not 0400hrs yet. The weather site has added snow to today’s forecast for Nottingham. 2°c max, -5°c tonight.

Updated this blog. Then checked the emails. To WordPress Reader next. Facebooking next.

Off to get the ablutions sorted, and prepare for the bus ride (I hope) to Sherwood and walk to Carrington. A good showering that took a little longer than expected and left me little time to get to the bus stop, considering the lethal state of Chestnut Walk with the ice, on time. Hurried about preparing everything needed for the blood test and set off.

Apprehensively, I did my best to move swiftly on the ice and got to the stop as the bus arrived. Phew! The other coach (outbound) came seconds later, and the drivers swapped ice-problems with each other on the routes they had been on with each other.

Within minutes I was at the bottom of Winchester Street Hill getting off of the bus and thanking the driver. Looking at the pavements as I rode down, I was so grateful that the bus was running. At the bottom of the hill, it was a transformation as the roads cleared of snow and ice, another world, where I could walk so much more safely and contentedly.

As I began my walk up the slow incline on Mansfield Road, feeling a little cheerful now, I got out the camera to take a shot of the view up the road, and the cleared-of-ice pavements and this bloke almost hit me as he overtook me, made me jump for a second. Tsk!

I carried on up to the top and over the crest, down into Carrington and the surgery.

Booked me in with the receptionist and got seated and the crossword book out. Amazingly, I started one that I’d got just two answers in before and got all but one clue filled in. A possible victory I thought… but maybe not, I do not have the slightest idea what Garlic Mayonnaise is? A_O_I?

Then, Dr Vindla came out and called me into her surgery. It’s been a long time since I visited her, and she had lost none of her humour or straight talking, or her beauty for that matter. I still could not remember the other thing I was going to mention to her, so contented myself with explaining the problems I’m having with the Porcelain Throne activities. Many questions later, she got me on the… I don’t know what you call it, the bench I suppose, she whipped down my trousers and had a prod and stab about asking if this one or that one hurt. I did mention the increase in my weight, she said she’d be more concerned at this moment if I were losing weight? Afterwards, she added that I seem to have coped with it and if it does start again come and see her.

She was ‘Not happy’ with the B.P. readings and told me to drop off next weeks record at the reception for her to have another look at.

Off I went back to the waiting room and got seated. But not for long, seconds later Nurse Nichole fetched me, and we went to her room, and she took the DVT Warfarin sample. We chatted as she drew the blood, had a laugh and I gave her the nibbles for her and the others. I told her about my going to Tesco to search for the knuckles and she put some extra tape on the lesion on the arm, in case it started bleeding again. Nice! It always cheers me up seeing this pleasant pulchritudinous nurse, and today was no exception. Loins girded, I thanked her and went to catch a bus into town in the search for some Pork Knuckles.

Off the bus and into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall), where I forgot all about the security guards stopping me taking photos last month, Ahem!

Into the Tesco store and to the fridge section with Continental Foods… and, Joy of Joys, I nearly wet myself with excitement – they had some Solokow Polish Pork Knuckles, shortly they had three less. I also got a Polish Smoked Pork Loin to have at Christmas. Paid the lady on the till and departed. On my way to the other end of the mall, I called into the HMV shop to see if they had a copy of the Steven Seagal film ‘Fire Below’. I asked a bloke, and he looked it up on their system, none in, but they did have a box of seven of his films with this one on it. I was expertly conned into getting it.

Out into the bright but cold sunlight.

I avoided going down Clumber Street, too many shoplifters, beggars, Big Issue sellers and street performers for my liking. Hehe!

I crossed over the road and made my way down King Street into the Slab Square to take some photographicalisations.

Up Queen Street and I was the sole passenger to get on the L9 bus when it arrived.

The driver I thought coped very well with the still icy roads on the estates he had to manoeuvre through.  He had me back at the flats.

The short foot journey from the bus stop to the end of Chestnut Walk was not as hazardous as it was earlier, but much of the compacted snow and ice remained, and care had to be taken en route to the Woodthorpe Court flats and home.

At one point I did have a close-shave with an Accifauxpa but avoided going over when I slipped.

Hippy Hilda was not happy with this.

Not a soul about, and who can blame them? There were no signs of any workmen either.

Got in the flat and had a wee-wee. Got the purchases sorted. The fantastic Pork knuckles, only two of the three, were put in the fridge, the other one on a plate ready to become part of tonights, nosh.

I noticed that the receipt for the DVD had attached to it, a card informing me that I could win a £100 HMV gift card.

It gave a link to enter the code below and tell them about what I thought about my shopping experience today for a chance to win.

The code confused me. Does it mean Tracy who presumably served me or the number at the bottom?

Don’t think I’ll bother after all.

I did the Health Checks and medications. Then noticed the beloved Copse outside. It still looked beautiful, but sad at the same time, perhaps?

Set about getting the nosh sorted. A cold meal today… well, the part-baked oven cobs were still warmish. Hehe!

The Polish Pork Knuckle was great! In fact, I enjoyed everything and gobbled it up slowly in the hope that I might not eat it all and lose weight. No chance!

The only failure was the banana that had hard black streaks inside?

I removed the tape from the arm vein, and I did the pots and settled to watch some more ‘Boon’ DVD episodes.

I viewed the first three and enjoyed them, thought about getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner to change the disc, and fell asleep.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 10th December 2017

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Sunday 10th December 2017

Amharic: እሁድ 10 ዲሴምበር 2017

0155hrs: Woke up with the mind still a little nebulous, vague and inchoate, from last nights funny turn. No, not the right word, perhaps troubling is a better term to use. I felt as if I had had no sleep much at all.

Demands had not arrived for the Porcelain Throne usage. Ailments seemed in a good mood, apart from Hippy Hilda when I dragged my body-mass out of the £300 second-hand recliner.

The wind escapers had regained their potency. I wondered if this would be an advantage to the Throne visits?

Got the computer started to download and sort the photographs and found these three. Presumably taken some time last night. Why they were, I have no idea and no memories of making them either?

Questioning my sanity seemed the sanest thing I have done for a while. Hehe!

The call to the Throne arrived, and I responded. Boy, was I right about the accompanying aroma returning! This time, for the first time in days, the session was the same as the previous one. There were no signs of Trotsky Terence, Solid with almost clear liquid accompanying the evacuation. Maybe things were settling down at last? (I can dream? Haha!)

Into the kitchen and put the kettle on, got the medication stuff ready, and took these photographs while hanging out of the window. The extended van is a hired one. Good job the workers are not on at the weekend. I hope the emergency services don’t have to be summoned while this is here.

Got the Health Checks, and medicating needs attended to.

Took the drugs with a good tasty mug of Co-op 99 tea. The readings on the Checks look very good this morning, the Sys and pulse were going down at last.

Pleased with these figures, I proceeded to get the next week medication pots sorted out and have another cup of tea.

Nice and warm in the kitchen, temperature indicated it being 59° c.

Far less rumbling from the innards as well now, but what does escape from the rear has a certain crude-hum to it.

I felt a lot better now and had a go on the WordPress Reader. Then comments.

Then on Facebook.

Made another mug of tea. Then on to CorelDraw prep work for the next TFZer series.

 I spent a couple of hours getting it started, and went to the kitchen to make myself a brew:

Boy am I glad I didn’t talk myself into going out this morning!

The first picture is from the living room.

Then I opened the kitchen window to take the other ones.

I felt a tad sorry for whoever had hired the van, cause they were just moving it to the foyer doors to load it up, or unload it, whichever is the case.

I tried to take some photographicalisations from different angles.

The snow is not heavy but is persistent in nature.

Only small flakes as yet.

I think this is going to prove bothersome for the workmen in the morning if it does not clear-away. I imagine the hoist cages will be in a right state of wetness. And the balconies they were working on are well covered in snow, and up here I think it will freeze harder and become another hassle for the men?

There was only, as far as I could see, one owner being taken for a walk by his two dogs. They seemed to be enjoying the weather, tails wagging fiercely! Hehehe!

I pondered on what to have for nosh today. Scottish Bread sarnies I think. The last of the cooked belly pork, sliced tomatoes with balsamic vinegarette and some cheese sounds good to me.

Back to the graphicationalisationing.

The Strobe Fire-Alarm went off. I went on s seek and discover mission again. Looked outside, no signs of any emergency vehicles in attendance – Checked the door handle for any heat with the back of the hand, there was none. Opened the door, no sounds of any Fire-Alarms ringing. I assumed it was another false alarm. I really must remember to tell Obergruppenfurheress Warden Dean about these activations, but I keep forgetting to.

While at the window I took a few more shots of the snow.

Put the kettle on and noticed a family with their youngster with a plastic sledge having fun in the bottom field. I enjoyed watching them so much.

They would put the nipper on and push him or her down, and he or she would get right to the bottom end in one go. Then, they thought it would be fun for Mother to join the little un.

Hahaha!

They started off alright and at a reasonable speed too.

Then they came to a cropper and fell off.

Nobody hurt, much laughter ensued.

I might be all on own, but it cheered up just looking at them having such fun. Especially as no one was injured and much merriment was attained as a result.

I made the tea I forgot about earlier, and had a quick look at the WordPress Reader again.

Then back to CorelDraw and the TFZer Vehicle funnies creating.

Getting tired now, poor old thing. Mind, the Porcelain Throne visits have not been many today, so, one good thing.

A quick bash on Facebook, and then got the nosh ready.

Did the washing up, medications and Health Checks and collapsed into the recliner and there I stayed. Nodding off and waking for hours before eventually drifting away into a blissful sleep.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 9th December 2017

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Saturday 9th December 2017

Finnish: Lauantaina 9.12.2017

0130hrs: Stirred into semi-life with the brain battling to make some sense of the odd dream I and early last night. And wind continually escaping from the rear-quarters! Detaching my lumbering body mass from the £300 second-hand recliner was not easy this morning, painful in fact, as Hippy Hilda was in form and giving me some hassle.

More bother during the Porcelain Throne session, Trotsky Terence had returned, and much cleansing and cleaning were required afterwards, Tsk!

Made a brew, did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Got me in a pickle with trying to remove some photographs from the WordPress Gallery. Wasted another hour sorting out my blunders.

Made a graphic of the nightmare early last night that I had.

Whatever this flying block of flats, car park or spaceship was, I was in it, being forced to go up the storeys and finding personal old embarrassments and mistakes from the past on each floor – being forced to watch these replays, as if I was actually there? Not nice, I can tell yers! There was another planet earth in the dream too. Humph!

I went on to the WordPress Comments and then the Reader.

Then I started sorting any non-required graphics, files etc. on the computer.

Ablutions were done next. Readied everything and set off out. Met Welsh Bill, who got on the lift on the 6th floor on my way down. We had a chinwag and laugh on the way out. The weather was showing -1°c showing on the lift panel.

We called into the open Social Hut to keep warm while waiting. Three ladies including Jenny, and a bloke and Bill and me in there. Outside in the cols at the bus stop, were four smoker tenants.

Got the bus which was packed with passengers, who all got off in Sherwood, apart from and the other bloke.

Dropped off in Arnold and went straight to the Chambers Meat shop. Got some of their Home-Cooked Belly pork that was a lot less fatty than what they had on off yesterday… no, on Thursday.

Very nippy today, I decided to have a quick search for the pork knuckles, and get the next bus home to the warmth. Mind you, as long as it stays below freezing, the snow should keep off.

Went to Fulton’s, no knuckles. Called in Asda, no pork knuckles. That leaves Tesco to try on Monday – snow permitting.

Made my way to the bus stop. As I did, I spotted this couple with their dog. He was about six foot, she was about 6’6″, the dog about 4 foot when he stood still. A magnificent creature, no idea what breed he was. He had thick legs and a big head? Appeared to be very calm.

Got the bus which was early, settled and got the crossword book out. Did fairly well, as well.

In Sherwood, Welsh Bill got on. Another chinwag session was enjoyed. At the flats, Welsh Bill and I got in the elevator and William pointed out the temperature was still the same now at -1°c.

When I got in the flat,  I had a massive Dizzy Dennis spell that took a lot of clearing, in fact, I had mild ones for the rest of the day on and off. Tsk!

No Porcelain Throne visit demands, that was a good sign, too.

I made a tasty mug of tea.

As I was about to take hearing aids out and get the trousers off and jammies and my dressing gown on, when I heard a lot of barking coming from outside.

I investigated. It was the lady who often takes different dogs to the bottom field for training. This brown one looked like she had had some lessons. I fascinate me watching them. The icy on the grass didn’t seem to bother either of them, I’m glad to say they both appeared content with their lot.

I hung myself out of the window to get this photographicalisation of the thick ice on the walk to or back to the flats, on Chestnut Way.

Had a wee-wee, changed the clothes, and had another wee-wee.

I hope there is no rain later. I imagine that getting to the Doctors will not be easy on Monday.

Went on Facebooking.

Got the nosh prepared.

Made a right mess of seasoning the baked beans. For the life of me, I can’t remember what I put in them, but  I got a sweetness and bitterness taste all at the same time? I did spot the Fish Sauce bottle had moved as well as the Balsamic vinegar full strength bottle? Luckily I enjoyed the flavour. I just hope there are no repercussions from the innards. Ate it all up, then nibbled some chocolate nuts and Sherbert sauces as well. Tsk!

Did the Health Checks, medications and did a failed search for the mobile phone.

Washed the pots up. Had a wee-wee and settled into the recliner, all snug and warm. The TV turned on, and a Boon DVD watched. Watched all three episodes and then fell asleep. I dreamt of when the wetroom was being installed for some reason?

The memories of the super helpful chap who did the work came back. It was he who recommended I get a Bridge camera. If by any chance he reads this; Thanks for your help, clean working and I did get a bridge camera. Cheers!

Nodded off and woke with the mind in a ubiquitous condition. Jumping between unrelated thoughts, fears, desires and jealousies, combined with self-pity, lost loves, mistakes and loneliness, a solitude… then it would start again, producing entirely different responses from my grey-cells. I thought I might be somnambulating as I found myself sat upon the Porcelain Throne without recall of getting there? Another change, back to the hard with clear fluids. The mind cleared and I wondered what had just happened – had I dreamt it all?

An unsettling few moments there.

Back to the £300 second-hand recliner and back sleeping in minutes.

Inchcock Today – Friday 8th December 2017

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Friday 8th December 2017

Malagasy: Zoma 8 Desambra 2017

0400hrs: Stirred, pains from the chest, and fully aware that I had been having dreams, but not the foggiest idea what they were about, most annoying. A vague sense of triskaidekaphobia being involved lingered.

The innards still rumbling and within seconds, I was forced to relinquish the warmth and comfort of the £300 second-hand recliner, catch my balance, and hobble to the wet room and the Porcelain Throne. Yet again, a different session. I think that Trotsky Terence is getting a grip once more… Tsk!

To the kitchen and did the Health Checks.

Then, when I went to get the morning medications out,  I’d missed yesterdays morning dosages. I checked the evening ones, and I’d not taken them either!

The cramps in the fingers were playing-up, and I dropped the tablets as I took the morning’s out to take. Unsure of what would be best to do with the evening ones though. So I decided just one Warfarin blood thinner and one Trental vasoactive agent tablet. No doubt about it, the chest was a bit painful when I woke up.

I updated Thursday’s blog and got it posted off. Then went on Facebook for a while.

Then CorelDraw to finalise the TFZer Nursery Graphic.

Then started this post, up to here. Made some more top graphics for the coming days, this took a few hours. During which Jenny called me to see if Would be in around 0945hrs today, to have the builder’s assessment of the flat done, instead of the 13th, as the gal had a business meeting to go to on that day. I said I would be in, thanked her and got the ablutions done. Had to use Porcelain Throne half-way through. Back to solid with clear liquids now again?

Ablutions were done then dressed all clean and fresh, and the doorbell chimed out. Twas two people from the builders Willmott Dixon, and Jenny with them. Took a few minutes to assess and they were off. I thanked Jenny, she will get in touch before they arrive and assist me with what needs moving. ♥

Back to the CorelDraw and Inchcock Today page header humour graphics.

Jenny called back, she needed to move some stuff ready for when they come to do the heating. Handed her, her Christmas present, glad I remembered cause I might forget later. She thanked me and off she trotted, a busy gal.

Back to the updating. Got the graphics done and set up for four days IT’s. Took me three hours plus.

Got the nosh prepared. Cooked pork knuckle in jelly. I wish I could remember where I got this from, cause it was absolutely delicious. Sliced mini-tomatoes with balsamic vinegarette, and ready prepared Potato Gratin with masses of extra-mature cheese added. An apple and two slices of Irish Batch bread dabbled with Vegemite.

And very nice too!

Washed the pots and did the Helth Checks and took the medications.

The sun came out, and I opened the kitchen window to take a close-up view of the balcony, and the then, the ones below. All being readied for the installation of the new units. The man at the Heater Training Session told me that they will be installed from the outside.

The darkness soon descended, as did my tiredness. Got settled in the £300 second-hand Recliner and got the Boon DVD on. Watched all three episodes without any nodding off. Then put the TV on, and I was gone into dreamland in seconds.

I woke, having been dreaming the oddest nightmare. (In the morning I made up a graphic to help with the description, and added to the Saturday posting). I was in outer-space, in, I don’t if it was a planet or type of spacecraft, that resembled a giant car multi-storey carpark? I was being forced to walk between the levels, and on each one, was a Whoopsidangleplop or Embarrassing incident I’d suffered over the years, being replayed and I had to watch them? Most uncomfortable!

This dream, caused the grey-cells to become active, and I could not get back to sleep. So I turned the TV back on.

The weather forecast was on, warning me about this Sunday and the due snow, with Nottingham right in the middle of it!

Oh, dearie me.

I took a quick photo of the screen and made this up for a bit of fun before finishing the diary on Saturday.

I don’t know if it was the dream or this weather prediction, but suddenly I needed the Porcelain Throne.

Hehehe!

Acute DjpegI added an ADRC capsule to the morning medication pots, so I didn’t forget to take it.

The Trotskies were taking over again, this time.

Got settled down again, and soon drifted off.

Inchcock Today – Thursday 7th December 2017: Got in a pickle today. Tsk!

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Thursday 7th December 2017

Slovenian: Četrtek, 7. December 2017

0155hrs: I woke with a stomach ache, within seconds the need for the Porcelain Throne arose. Temerariously, I boldly exited the £300 second-hand recliner in one movement before it had lowered all the way and in a hurry. Over I went as I tripped over the small Ottoman. I got up with relative ease for me; due to no doubt, to the urgency of my requirement for the Porcelain Throne usage?; and proceeded to the wet room.

Things were different yet again this morning. Rock hard with accompanying clear liquid? No bleeding, though.

As I washed up afterwards, I found a decent bruise on the knee, and the right elbow had acquired a graze, both from the tumble I expect.

I collected together the second load of washing that I could not get in the machine yesterday, and went down and got them in the washer. Popped out of the foyer door to take this picture.

0220hrs: Up home, and got the updating of the Wednesday dairy.

Down to move the clobber from washer to dryer and back up again.

The stomach ache was getting worse as the morning progressed. I’ll be glad to get to see the Doctor about this. Might not make it to the Social Hour. Sorted the finishing off of yesterday’s dairy and started this one going.

To the laundry room to collect the things. Not a lot, just two dressing gowns, one shirt, one underpants and a pair of socks, oh, and the two towels.

But they took up all the room in the washer and the dryer.

Cleaned the filters and drums, packed the bag and off to the elevator.

The Caretakers are not a happy team at the moment with all the confusion over the upgrade, but when the poor devils see this on lift number one entrance on the ground floor… well!

I took this photograph to show off the Bates Motel towel than Sister Jane got me last year. When it came to putting it on here, it looked like some insects were in evacuation-mode near the left door? Hehe! If I go down later, I’ll have another look. It can’t be ants this time of year… or can it? Maybe the eggs or whatever they are were deposited by the well-known Woodthorpe Court Aliens? Just look at the pattern on those underpants! Haha!

I got the clothes stored away, and got the Health Checks done and medications were taken.

Off to the Porcelain Throne again. Wet and sludgy this time. No bleeding. Stomach still aching.

Did some WordPress Reading for an hour or so. Then, back to the toilet. Everything different again Tsk! Firmed up and bleeding. Stomach still giving me some bother, though.

Had a bash on Facebooking, then.

Started a TFZer graphic, well, the prep work for it.

To the Throne once again, and different still. Back to near normal – not that it usually is, very often. Only a tiny bit of bleeding.

Back to working on the TFZer ‘Nursery’ graphic. All the lads and some of the gals supervising?

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Took a good while, but I hope they comment and like it, and, see the humour in it.

Got the ablutions done. Collated the raffle prizes and nibbles box and ready to set off.

I was going to the doctors, then to get some milk and bread. I needed to make sure the appointment with Doctor Vindla was still on, to get some help with the Trotsky-to-Diahorrea pattern I am suffering with. And stop the need for me wearing protection pants and getting caught out. So I missed the Tenants Hour, just called in and Jenny kindly took the gear off of me for distribution.

Met Roy in the queue and had a laugh and chinwag with him.

Then caught the bus into Arnold to get the shopping bits in.

I called into Chamber’s cooked foods shop to see if they had any of their homemade cooked belly pork slices. They had some in, but they were 80% fat, so I got some cooked pork instead, for tonight’s planned meal of sarnies with trimmings.

Called at Fulton Foods, and got some sterilised milk.

Then to Iceland, but came out without anything.

Up the road to Asda and spent a long time wandering around and buying little. They did have the small part-baked cobs, so I stocked up to last me over the holidays. An Irish Batch loaf, I’ll use this tonight, got it all panned now I’ve got some decent looking tomatoes. I’ll have three slices of buttered bread, sliced tomatoes on each, balsamic sauce, cheese slices and a slice of the cooked pork on each. Then fold them and have some extras added, red onion, pork and mushroom pate, frank, chestnuts and a lemon mousse?

Then I weakened as I passed by the fresh cream cake fridge.

As it happens, I was sorry I bothered. Never has a fresh cream cake before, ever tasted so cardboard and sugar-like! Eurgh!

Paid through the tills and out over the road back to the Shoe Zone. Plenty of time before the bus to Carrington was due, so I looked at the men’s slippers they had on offer. Spotted some that had velcro fasteners and searched for a size eight, without any luck. 6’s, 7’s, 9’s, 10’s, 11’s, yes. So I took a pair of size nines and paid the young lady.

To the bus stop. When I got on, I realised I had not been to the Doctors surgery! What a Plonka!

So, I stayed on the bus into Sherwood and caught one to Carrington.

All was okay with the appointments on Monday. No Doctors or nurses were on site for me to ask advice of. My own silly fault for getting confused and not going earlier.

Caught a bus back to Sherwood, fell asleep and woke-up in Arnold, miles beyond where I meant to alight. I did feel a fool!

Got off at Croft Street, and as luck would have it, an L9 bus back to the flats was due. So I caught that one, the same driver, who gave me a funny sideways glance. Hehehe!

In Sherwood, Roy got on the bus and more banters ensued. Up to the flats and we still were laughing about something as we arrived at the foyer.

When I got into the flat, the noise from the winds was horrendous, yet on the ground, I had not noticed any wind.

I was well shattered with my self-imposed marathon runaround. To the Porcelain Throne, back to the spurting mode.

Did the Health Checks and made a brew. Then got the nosh prepared, no bother cause there was no cooking involved. A lot of crumbs to be located, though.

Apart from the terrible French Horns, everything went down, yes, I ate the lot! And, just as I had planned ingredients wise too!

The mind was a little confused, no, vague might be a better word.

As the darkness fell, the rain came with it. The winds still howling up here.

The sounds of emergency vehicle horns and klaxons were heard for ten minutes or so. I haven’t found out why yet.

Got the Boon DVD on and stayed awake for three episodes.

Put the TV on, and I was off into the land of Nod at the first set of commercials that came on. Early too, even for me.

Woke around midnight and lay there with no chance of getting back to sleep for hours. Nodded off again around 0200hrs, and woke up at 0400hrs.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 6th December 2017: Embarrassing Whoopsiedangleplop from the rear end… Tsk!

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Wednesday 6th December 2017

Samoan: Aso Lulu 6 Tesema 2017

 0145hrs: Awoke, with a deep-feeling that my recent years of scaevity, were about to get worse. Maybe, I had been dreaming and couldn’t remember what about, but something had planted this new fear in my brain, and it was not going anywhere.

As I recalled that the meeting about the Heater Controls was at 1000hrs this morning in Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana and Obergefreitereress Julie’s temporary hut; I also remembered that the washing needed doing. So I set about gathering the required things and made my way down to the laundry room.

On my various trips up and down to get the laundry done, I photographed the new posters on the walls outside the lifts on the ground floor.

The only one that concerned me was about Mo’s hubby passing on. The proper wording from Jenny showed respect, I thought. Poor Mo.

Got the machine going and back up in the lift. A Porcelain Throne visit, that was not one of the best I’ve ever had. Wet yet lumpy, with much blood. Set the alarm for going down again.

Down and got the clothes moved from the washer to dryer. Cleaned the filter and casing of the machine. Back up.

Did the Health Checks and took the morning medications with a mug of Extra-Strong English Breakfast Tea.

Not that it was strong, though.

The readings were not much different to the last few times. Everything was just a little higher than usual, but nothing to concern myself over I think. Made a start updating the Inchcock Today for Tuesday.

Down again in the elevator. Got the clothes out of the dryer and folded them ready to put them in the laundry bag.

Cleaned the filter, drum and casing.

I didn’t notice until I came to my downloading this photo on the left, but it looks like a little more Nottingham Artwork, on the window ledge?

Took this photograph when I got in the apartment, along with another two, I can use them when I update the TFZer Visits Nottingham album.

Got the cleaned togs put away, and got the bag ready with the rest of the things that needs doing tomorrow. Big stuff, towels, dressing gowns, jumpers etc. This is, of course, if I remember.

I got the Tuesday chronicle finished and posted off, then made a start on this one. Not for long though, back to the Porcelain Throne. Painfull and messy, but far less blood this time.

Changed the pants. A costly, but essential wear in my current humiliating and embarrassing circumstances.

I might not have been feeling salubrious exactly, but notwithstanding the earlier EQ warning that things were going to get worse and the Throne dilemma, I felt quite chirpy? I suppose I should have been in a saturnine mood.

I took a break from this diary and did some WordPress reading and comment replies.

Another demand fro a Porcelain Throne visit answered. Changed again, no liquids at all, no bleeding at, just a painful evacuation. I’ll be on Senna tablets if this carries on! Haha!

Went on Facebooking.

Off to get the ablutionisationalistalisationing (Hehe!) done now.

All readied, and I set off to the Heating Training at the shed.

Only four of us there, the other three tenants had already got their heaters installed. I considered phoning Lynton Cox up to ask for help! The control box 7″x5″x 4″, for the heaters works all three of them (I think). Apparently, there’s two on-off buttons either end of the radiators, to be left on and lit all the time – until we need to shut down the heaters for summer. One input, one output. A computerised settings box fits on the top as well. Button for turning to make choices, and pressing to select. Three Mode Buttons. A Boost Option that they recommend we don’t use. Oh, dear, I got baffled to start with.

We have to set the four periods of when the heat need turning on for each day of the week? The temperature to set. When we are on holiday (Not that this applies to me of course, Tsk!).

The man was one of those that instead of talking slower, shouted, making understanding him difficult. In the end, he had to do a one on one with me, then I think I got it sort off alright. Nice chap, though.

He dropped a packet into my shopping bag.

I opened it, and wondered why?

I thanked him and made my way out to the bus stop to go up to the Aldi-store.

It had gone a little murky,  and the lamp post near the hut was blowing-about a bit worryingly?

I was chinwagging with Rose and Mary when the rumbling instantaneously started in the breadbasket. I had to abandon my catching the bus, mumbled that I had to go back, Rose knew of my problems and asked me if I had any tablets in-hand and kindly offered to give me some out of her bag. (Bless her Cotton Socks!) I thanked her, told her I had plenty in stock now, and hastily beat a retreat back to the apartment.

Got in and on the Throne. Huh! Things had changed again this time, back to the squirting and spraying! Still, no bleeding so that was good. A cleaning up session followed, and I had to change the pants again. A delicate and embarrassing situation.

Made a brew and did the Health Checks, then took the midday medications. Spilt the tea and made another one.

Opened CorelDraw and made a graphic for fun. It took a few hours, but I enjoyed doing this one and thought it came out humorously. I hope.

Then I did a Morrison order for next week.

Got the nosh going. Canned tomatoes with extra from a jar of tomato and mushroom sauce, oven baked bread roll and the Polish Sausage, cut in three to get it in the pan. (Hehe!) The bread roll was delicious.

The sausage tasted okay, but the skin was thick and sturdy, and it was very fatty. I shall not be having the other one, it’ll have to go.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

The sun seemed reluctant to leave us tonight.

Off for another Porcelain Throne session. This time all wind and pith. Got the stomach aches afterwards.

Into the £300 second-hand recliner, got the Boon DVD on and watched two episodes. No nodding off yet.

The noise, tap-tapping from the Erk in the flat above started.

Put the TV on, and that did it, first set of commercials and I was off asleep.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 5th December 2017

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Tuesday 5th December 2017

Scottish Gaelic: Dimàirt 5mh Dùbhlachd 2017

0535hrs: By Jiminy, I must have needed that sleep; over eight hours without any interruption. Eight-Hours in the land of Nod? Me? Not been known, for donkey’ years!

No signs of any nocturnal-nibbling, no scribble on the notepad and Duodenal Donald’s hassle, was absent!

But, a new silent gurgling was coming from the innards.  And the tummy and top of the legs were itching proliferously. I feared an imbroglio of a medical nature might be imminent. (I was right, Tsk!)

Had to visit the Porcelain Throne with some urgency. Made it in time, but only just. Squirting jet-propelled like liquids, all yellow in colour? It is somewhat ambiguous as to whether or not this is a good sign or bad. The mind was enhaloed with confusion, as I cleaned up and medicated Haemorrhoid Harold’s area.

The computer was started, and I sent an email to the surgery, asking for appointments to see the doctor and the blood tests. To add to the already befuddled grey-cells, I got a message telling me that it failed to go through.

So, I tried again with a Letter and long number from an earlier message from them. It seems to have gone through this time. Well, I hope it has anyway.

The itching has now moved to the back as well?

Off to the Porcelain Throne again. Same results, only liquid evacuated, but at least there was no bleeding at all.

The intercom phone chirped into life, and of course, then I remembered the Morrison Order was due. Tsk! (This getting up late had confused me more than I thought, Huh!) The deliveryman took the bags through to the kitchen for me, and I thanked him. Handed him last weeks carrier bags, he pointed out that the Wagon Wheels were unavailable, and off he went.

I revisited the Throne! No solids again, but far less liquid this time and much more wind? Not that this helped the stomach ache or itching.

At last, I got around to doing the Health Checks and getting the medications taken. I nearly made a righWhoopsiedangleplop and gave myself an injection of the Enoxaparin, when it is not needed at the moment. What a Plonka!

The results were not good this morning, though. All a bit high, I thought. An asterisk appeared on the read-out next to the pulse?

The workmen have been coming up and down in their external hoist all the time, and drilling and knocking on various balcony bases. But the noise did not bother me today.

I got the medications for the diahorrea and Sennas in the drawer. Along with those, I bought yesterday from the Poundland Shop because I’d forgotten I’d ordered these from Morrisons. Sad, I know!

I found the Wagon Wheel was in the bags.

The jars of tomato and mushroom sauce, I bought to be able to add some liquid to the tinned tomatoes and be able to keep the pot in the fridge in between.

A load of the Polish Sourdough, a treat I get for Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana and Obergefreiteress Warden Julie, had arrived alright.

I’d ordered a pack of two Morliny Masurian cooked sausages, that had been on offer at £1.10 off of the regular price. I’d assumed they were 200g packs like the others. When it came to finding room for them in the fridge, I found they were ginormous and 750g. Hehe!

The Squib Fish Sauce was a more substantial bottle than I expected as well, for £1.20, it was 725ml, a bargain. Made in Thailand. The contents were shown as; Anchovy (Stolphorus spp) Extract Fish 77%, Salt 20%, Sugar 3%.

I looked up the Stolphorus spp and got this description back from Google: Actinopterygii (ray-finned fishes) > Clupeiformes (Herrings) > Engraulidae (Anchovies) > Engraulinae. I’m not much wiser now. Haha!

Off to the Porcelain Throne once again. Same results, but with more wind. And why had I got this itching on the legs, belly and back, that has now started to affect the face cheeks?

I poddled into the kitchen to make another mug of tea before starting on the Inchcock Todays. Looked out of the window, and saw a car come by. I don’t know why, but I took several shots of it as it parked up, and used them to make this funny:

Not even a bit humorous, no idea why I did this whatsoever?

Off to the Throne yet again. Little liquid, no solids and much wind evacuated.

Back to the mug of cold tea and made another, taking another Dia-Limit capsule.

Did the midday Health Checks a little early and took the medications.

Got a reply from the Surgery.

Put the details on the Google Calendar and the written diary.

The banging and clanging continue, but this is only to be expected.

I must remember in the morning, the Heater Instruction course at 1000hrs in the Obergruppenfhureress shed.

Got the Monday post finished at last. Then made a start on this one. The thirst and itching continue, too.

Made yet another mug of tea.

Then went on WordPress Reader.

Some great stuff on there. This ode and photographicalisationing of the nocturnal Cranes really caught my naturist’s eye.

Nocturnal Cranes – Photos and Ode

Excellent work Mr Price.

This flipping itching is driving me bonkers!

On Facebook to catch up. Sandie posted an old car on TFZ expressing her desire to drive one like it. I made a graphic up and posted it.

Off to get the late ablutions done now. Back in a bitski!

Had a good shower shave and medicalisationing session. Sorted the bin bags and took them to the rubbish chute.

As I went into the kitchen, I heard the sound of sirens. But no alarms were going off anywhere in the building? Had a look out of the window to see the Frie Service in attendance again?

I popped into the Wardens hut on the way and found a meeting taking place. Gave Julie and Deana their nibbles and Polish bread.

I left and off on a limp down into Sherwood, getting some odd looks from the residents at the meeting.

Going down Winchester Street Hill, I soon came across the first Nottingham Street art of the day, in the gutter.

The maggots seemed nice and plump.

Onward down the now almost deserted Winchester Street.

On to Mansfield Road to have a little wander and get a little exercise in.

As I walked up the hill, a row of three shops in a row had now been closed down.

The first one only opened a couple of months ago.

All was gloom, though.

At the top of the hill, the closed down Swinton Insurance office come shop, has been replaced with a Card Factory outlet.

I assume that this is only a temporary arrangement. To cover the Christmas and New Year rush for cards period?

A nosey inside showed me two staff and many customers milling around.

This looked like it would be a haven, Sherwoods Shoplifters Paradise, I reckon.

I foolishly wandered into the Co-op Store. Came out with grated cheese, Jam Doughnuts for the tenant’s nibbles, smoked streaky bacon, tomato & mushroom sauce and the only thing I went in for, 99 Tea Bags. Tsk!

The itching was still annoying me, and Hippy Hilda, bothersome.

Further up the hill and into the Wilko Store, came out having spent £12, on cleaning stuff and a few screw-lidded storage pots.

To the bus stop and caught an L9 back up the hill to the apartments.

I called in the meeting, Jenny sorted me a chair bless her.

The new hearing aids were much better now, although with background noise I still missed much of what was going on. Then, Trotsky Terence and the stomach rumbling started, and I had to make my way out and to the Porcelain Throne. I think I managed to apologise, explain to Jenny before I departed in rather an embarrassing hurry.

Unfortunately, I did not make it to the Throne in time. Seconds too late. Needed a lot of cleaning up afterwards, Huh! And a bit of blood, wet and clumps were not making me feel too confident. More solids though, this session.

Had a shower, ’cause I felt awful. And the Safety Pants were adorned, better late than never. Much washing to do in the morning!

Put the shopping away, and got on with sorting the meal of the day. Surprisingly, I felt hungry for once.

Potato Waffle sticks, tomatoes with balsamic vinaigrette, Pork and mushroom pate, apple, Marmite crisps, two slices of buttered Scottish Plain and a whipped lemon yoghourt. Despite my feeling a little low about the Porcelain Throne Accifauxpa, I ate the lot of it!

Took the medications and did the last Health Checks.

Settled in the recliner to watch some DVD ‘Boon’ episodes. Fell asleep, woke up three hours later. Turned on the TV to watch ‘Law & Order’… fell asleep…

Inchcock Today – Monday 4th December 2017

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Monday 4th December 2017

Italiano: Lunedì 4 Dicembre 2017

0130hrs: The body stirred into life, and waited for the brain to catch up. Duodenal Donald was still with me, but no signs of any Dizzy Dennis thankfully.

A distinct lack of enthusiasm overcame me. The EQ told me I was going to have a day of disturbances, disappointments and pain. (Of course, Duodenal Donald tells me this as well, Hehe!) I was living with saturninity and expectancy of failings today. I hope I’m wrong.

I tried to recall the dreams I knew that I’d had, but no real memories were available.

The pain from the toe reminded me of last nights stubbing of it, as I made my way to the kitchen and got the kettle on and sorted the week’s medication pots.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. TheTrotskys had eased off a lot, but the surprisingly painful evacuation had blobs of blood in it. I cleaned and medicated up afterwards and used the antiseptic wipes liberally all over.

Back to the kitchen, took the medications did today’s checks and then updated the week’s record on Excel.

 Apart from the weight, which was expected as I’ve been stuck indoors that long now, thanks to The Trotsky Terence terror. Hehe! Things looked okay to me. Had a wee-wee.

Did the WordPress Reading next, and answered comments.

0415hrs: Off to the Porcelain Throne. I’m going to see the doctor this morning to get an appointment for the Warfarin DVT blood test and to see her and tell her of the bleeding from the rear end now being in the… solid matter as well.

Scrubbed up again, wiped the surfaces, back to the kitchen to make another mug of tea.

I opened the window wide and took this photographicalisation of the morning sky. On downloading it, there seem to be three moons up there? Towards the right of the real planet and down a bit, much smaller ones? Beats me! Hehe!

It could be the Alien Orbs? Coming down to hide my phone, camera, hearing aids, spectacles and keys, of course? Hahaha!

Had a wee-wee, and made the tea. Still no hunger for food, though. I must remember to tell the Doctor about this as well.

Went on to Facebooking.

Had a wee-wee.

Onto CorelDraw. Made a start doing the prep -work for the TFZer Dance Series.

Got the ablutions tended to later, a good scrub-up and polish, dressed up all warmly and sorted the waste bags out and took them to the chute.

Two flats of the six on my floor are having their heaters installed today. A right organised mess out there. I decided to go to town for a wander and get some undies and socks. Best not to be in with all the noise.

Got the old camera in the bag, hearing aids in and set off. I had to walk down the stairs cause so much rubbish to get by, and the lads were busy bringing up stuff for the installations. Not bothered though, plenty of time. Mind you, by the time I’d got down the 24 flights of concrete stairs, the sore spot on the side of the right foot, was twinging. Hehe!

Duodenal Donald had eased off, bless him.

On the five minute walk to the bus stop, the sun came out and back in again several times. Masses of pensioners arrived at the bus stop. I managed a natter with one or two of them before the bus came. I was the only one who got on the City Bound bus… can’t be B.O., can it? Haha! Gave the crossword book a good bashing en route.

I dropped off on Upper Parliament Street and made my way to Clinton Street to look in the Direct Shop to see if they had any of the long sleeved thick shirts in. They hadn’t! I did get three pairs of socks that looked warm but thin, for £3.99. Off then to the Primark Store, to peruse for the same types of shirts.

Got some more socks, underpants and Chocolate coins for the nibbles.

£20.80 spent there.

Out and hobbled through the fayre things as I walked to and through the Slab Square.

Got a decent shot in the stalls area opposite the Council House.

It was too early for the Ice Skating Rink to be open yet.

I did notice that the Hot Chestnut cabin was charging £2.50 for a tiny pot this year.

I tried to take a photographicalisation of Wheeler Gate. But this camera has not got a viewfinder built in it, and I didn’t realise all the red spots that were on it.

Made a right mess of it, I did. I tried to get rid of some of the red later when I got home, using CorelPhotopaint.

I failed. Tsk!

Went to the Poundland shop. Found some Diahorrea Capsules and Senna tablets, also got a block-nose spray. I have plenty of stock now.

To the bus stop and caught the L9 back to the flats. When I dropped off, I thought I’d take a shot of the new build taking place. As I took the photo, bleeping came from the camera? Never had that before? LAte when I got around to downloading the card to the computer, I had nine identical photos on the SCHD? I think I’ll give this camera to the charity shop.

Mary passed by, and we had a hobble together to the flats and a chinwag and laugh. That cheered me up.

I got in, put the clothes away, had a wee-wee and did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Then made a start on finishing the TFZer Dance Competition Training graphicalisations.

This cost me five hours, but I seemed determined to get them finished and posted off today.

Why this determination matured, I don’t know.

But it did, and I stuck at it, no mugs of tea, not nibbles and only the wee-wees made me take a break. Hehe!

Number One, I did Pattie, Sandie and Marie, with Keith, Thomas G and me being their partners for this one.

Number Two; Julie, Janet A and Wanda, with TFZer Gents Andy and Thomas S. I put J’s real husband in this one dancing with her.

Number Three; Mary F with me as her partner, Meritt partnering Suzie and Andy with Linda.

Number Four; Gladys with Keith, Warren with Dizz and Lynda with Andy.

I tried to make this one a bit more vibrant.

Andy has Jillie as a dancer, Meritt has Janet B, and I’ve got Joycie, in this one. I scattered some nibbles and picnic foods about in the background.

I hoped it might get some comments from them, about this. Hehe!

Shirley with Meritt, Lona with Thomas S and Thomas with Nancy on this, the sixth one of the series.

I liked the green background on this one, made a change I thought.

Patricia and Meritt, Lyzzi and me and Warren with Shirley.

I hasten to add, that I do get confused about the gals names sometimes. So I’m hoping I’ve got it right this time.

Worn out now. I went on Facebook afterwards and made an album with these seven in it, I can add some later if all goes well.

Made a mug of tea and had a wee-wee, washed up.

Getting dark now.

By the time I’d decided what to have for the nosh, I realised I didn’t feel hungry yet, again. So I went on here to update this diary.

A quick bash on the WordPress Reader.

Got the potato-gratin in the oven, fanks (with balsamic vinegar) in the saucepan and Scottish Bread and BBQ sauce ready. I think I might eat this one.

So tired and it is hours past my usual head-down time.

Got the meal served up.

It looked good and tasted brilliant, and I ate nearly all of it. An improvement.

Washed the pots and settled down in the £300 second-hand recliner.

Did the Health Checks and medications were taken.

Turned the TV on and after a few nod-offs and wake-ups, I drifted off into the land of Nod.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 3rd December 2017: Emotional ups and downs today, Accifauxpa and Whoopsiedangleplop and Duodenal Donald kicks off… Hey-Ho!

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Sunday 3rd December 2017

Sunday 3rd December 2017

0110hrs: finding the words to describe what happened when I woke after two hours sleep, is problematical.  For the grey-cells had gone off on their own again, making anything logical or coherent hard to decipher for the first hour or so. Even remembering parts of that first sixty-minutes was a right fertummelt.

Without removing my mass from the £300 second-hand recliner, I know I played with the mobile phone to get it working again, no idea what I was doing of course, but it seems to be working alright now?

I found myself in the kitchen, not realising how I got in there, or even why I went in, apparently in a rush… I think. So I put the kettle on and took the medications.

 As I went to do the Health Checks, the book was already filled in with this morning’s readings? Odd or what?

I spent some time on the Porcelain Throne, got through a few chapters of the book. A good clean up after another messy session and wiped surfaces, door knobs, taps with the antiseptic wipes.

Back in the main room, to find no signs of any nocturnal nibbling, notwithstanding my not having eaten any meal yesterday, or anything this morning? Yet there were plenty of nibbles unopened on the Ottoman. I had notes scribbled on both notepads, but they were beyond deciphering. The earlier ones about the nightmare were eligiblish, though.

The cover on the chair was in disarray, a pen and the torch on the floor. The brain seemed to be operating again, although slowly and the memory was not good.

I made another cup of tea and decided to finish off the Saturday post, which I did. Then started creating graphics headers for the next few days diaries. This took me over six hours, as I was determined to make some interesting ones. Three trips to the Throne needed while doing this task. I wish Trotsky Terence would make his mind up.

Back to the kitchen to make another mug of tea.

Pondered on what to have to eat later, but could not make my mind up.

Finally, well after 0930 hrs, I got the Graphics finished and started on this post.

First time for ages, I felt a little peckish and thought I’d have a banana. Went into the kitchen again and found they were not ripe yet, still green from Tuesday when they were delivered. I’d left them in the window near the heater, thinking this might ripen them up a bit. But, no.

Made yet another small mug of tea. I’m drinking a lot, but not eating much?

Depression came over me, and I have not the foggiest idea why?

I decided to go on WordPress Reader and see what the other bloggers are posting and have a good perusal of them.

Went on Facebook next.

Got off of it three hours later Tsk!

Got the fodder sorted, Decided on Scottish buttered bread, red cheddar cheese, potato-letters, crispy bacon and franks. Sliced tomatoes with balsamic vinaigrette? Hope I can eat it, cause I just don’t feel too hungry? Odd this, the tooth pain eases off after it came out, and now I still can’t get any desire for fodder!

Left a bit of it uneaten, and did not really enjoy what I did nibble?

Fell asleep and the phone rang again and woke me, I ignored it this time.

Duodenal Donald suddenly kicked off, in no uncertain terms.

The sheer pain stopped me getting off to sleep again. Got up and washed the pots. Did the Health Checks, took the medications, tried to read the Erskine Quint book, had a wee-wee and turned the TV on, that did it, I fell asleep.

I knew I’d had some terrible dreams, but no details remained in the grey cells.

Jumped awake, in need of the Porcelain Throne, but just wind, wet and blood arrived? I sensed this was not good.

Back to the recliner and as I settled, I knocked the mug of orange juice off of the Ottoman. Extracting myself from the clutches of the £300 second-hand recliner to fetch a cloth, I stubbed my toe and knocked the camera off of the same Ottoman.

At this stage, bits of the earlier dream returned, why I don’t understand. But I was operating on someone in surgery and could not find the pen in their stomach, they had swallowed, and felt very guilty and sad, this transferred to my current situation instantly, and a depression of grand proportions dawned.

Got the cleaning up done, robotically.

The bloke upstairs was banging about again, as he had been doing on and off all day too.

Dizzy Dennis paid a short visit as I settled once again.