Inchcock Today 10 Aug 16: Much artwork done, British Gas Farce Continues – Hospital visit

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Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Duo Denal and Rea Flux all being kind to me this morning. WRWW’s rampant, and toe and leg much easier! No dizzies or shakes yet. Looking Good! (Shouldn’t have said that should I?)

Wednesday 10th August 2016

I stirred around 0425hrs and sat there pondered on the dream I had been having for a few moments. Underground again, crawling through tunnels, this time, I had on a face mask, goggles, knee pads, etc., but was wearing my slippers? Being chased again, the pursuers caught me this time and tattooed me on my back and neck? Found myself in a luxury high rise apartment with cats and dogs licking me as I changed channels on an old Rediffusion Radio on the wall… much more took place I felt, but could only recall these bits of the dream. Tsk!

 The £300 second-hand recliner noisily and shudderingly allowed me out of it to get for a WRWW and WWHD. The tiniest bit of blood from the rear and Little Inchy, and the activities were far less painful than of recent. Not a bad start I thought.

Carried out the checks and medicating of the required areas, then into the kitchen to make a cuppa and take the medications and wash the pots in the sink that I’d failed to do last night…

Whoopsiedangleplop! I’d left the oven on 220 degrees all night long! Oh dear, I thought to myself.  Still, it was nice and warm in the kitchen!

Got on with finishing the Tuesday diary and starting this one, doing the graphic for the top of the page first. (Hope it gets a laugh?)

I mustn’t get carried away with lap-topping or internetting today, the appointment at the Cancer Clinic is for 1600hrs. This really gets me down, a late appointment. I’ve got get a bus to town and another, or a tram to get to the QMC, I know I’ll be tired and weary when I arrive because I always lose steam around this hour every day. Then, getting back will be a nightmare! I’ll be coming home in the rush-hour, the legs and feet will be aching, and I’ll face the onslaught of being crushed and knocked by the other passengers as they attack the tram doors, the seats are not supportive so the back will start to play up as I limp through town to catch a bus to Sherwood.

Of course, the L9 bus will have long stopped running, the last one will have departed from town at 1503 hrs! So I’ve to catch one that drops me off in Sherwood, then either walk up Winchester Street hill, or through the Woodthorpe Grange Park to get back to the flats. I anticipate, a weary, irritated and antisocial Inchcock will arrive home. That is, if they don’t keep me in, I’ve got to take me jammies shaving stuff, etc. in with me in case, like. That reminds me, I’ll put the things in the bag ready now!

Done it.

Updated this tosh.

Deana came to the flat as I was about to have a shower. She’s received this email from British Gas in reply to her complaint about the hassling me with Red Letter demands for a non-existent meter.

Wednesday 10 August: Warden Deana emailed the answer to me from BG. The five grammatical errors in the email have been corrected by Inchcock, before being put on this page 
From: “customercomplaints@contactus.britishgas.co.uk” <customercomplaints@contactus.britishgas.co.uk>
Date: 9 August 2016 12:38:24 BST
To: <deana.walker@hotmail.com>
Subject: Your reply from British Gas (18953202) (KMM43902975V30033L0KM)

Dear Ms Walker
Thank you for the enquiry you sent regarding Mr Chamber’s account, I’m sorry it’s taken me a while to get back to you.

Unfortunately, I am unable to help for the time being, as you are currently not named on the account, and as such I am unable to disclose or change any information regarding the account.
This is due to the Data Protection Act.
If you would like to be named on the account, please call us on 0800 048 0202* when you are with the account holder so we can get permission to either speak to yourself or add your name to the account.
Alternatively, you can send a signed power of attorney letter from the account holder, with the account number and details, authorising you to be added to the account. This can be posted, or attached to an email. Our mailing address is British Gas, PO Box 227, Rotherham, S98 1PD.

Once you have been added to the account, or we have verbal permission from the account holder to discuss the account with yourself, we will be able to disclose any information you require.
I apologise for any inconvenience this may cause.
Please contact us should you need any help in the future and thank you for contacting British Gas.
Kind regards Grace Winearls
britishgas.co.uk – Looking after your world

Deana came to the flat at 0955hrs and rang BG and got her name on record as my representative and added her name to the account. (Which account, the actual one or the fictional one, we were not sure)
She ran the BG Complaints number, and tried to get put through to them, but had to make-do with the Billing section.
She explained the situation yet again to this BG agent, and was put through to another agent and explained everything to him as well. To complained to each person she spoke to, and asked them why she could not get through to the complaints department?
She was put on hold. (Half an hour o the phone up to here)
Someone spoke to her and decided to put her through to someone else again.
She was put on hold.
She explained everything again to this agent.
She was put on hold.
She asked for written confirmation that the account had actually been close like he has been verbally told on four occasions now, but the demands continue?
She was put on hold.
Mr Ricmondo came on the line.
We were told it had been cancelled (Again!).
She was asked to give the meter readings from the one meter I have. (Which of course is not the meter in question (…67), but the meter I am paying by direct debit (…95). Bewildered we both were!
Deana complained again, about not being able to talk to their Complaints Department directly!
Her phone battery was now down to one bar. She complained about being kept waiting on hold so often.
She was put on hold.
Ricmondo returned to the phone eventually.
1) It seems an engineer will contact Deana to make an appointment to disconnect the non-existent meter and take the readings?
2) No further demands would be received. (Oh yes, very confident about this we were!)
Deana spent 53 minutes in total on hold – the poor woman had lost the will to live!

After the frustrated and deflated woman had left, I got the details put on G+, Facebook and updated the sad story on TrustPilot.

https://www.trustpilot.com/submitted/review?correlationId=b6a50e10-38dc-4787-bad1-740042f846b4

Emailed the GP surgery to get an INR Warfarin blood test booked.

Then had to get ready for the trip to the cancer clinic at the Queens Medical Centre. Ablutions, paperwork got ready.

Called in to see Olive, but she was out. All alone at the bus stop, I was the only person on the bus, it felt like a chauffeured service. Hehe! In town early so I could take some photographs… Oh, no, forgot the camera didn’t I! 

Had a walk through the Market in Victoria Centre – got a pair of trousers in my size from a stall there. Must remember this when I need another pair.

Bought a bacon cob and newspaper. Ate the cob.

Walked down to the Slab Square to catch a tram to the hospital. There was much going on that was photographable, but of course, I was without the camera. Humph!

Swiped the bus-pass on the machine then realised I was stood on the wrong side of the tram station where the trams went in the opposite direction. So, I crossed over and caught the right one, had to wait a while as I’d just missed one. I was the only person waiting on the platform, swiped my card again, and the crowds grew as I waited. When the tram arrived, I buffeted about a bit in the rush and was the last one to get on it. Packed solid it was, but I got the last disabled seat, if you can call them seats, they are very tiny plastic, flat and uncomfortable.

No hiatus getting off at the hospital, with it being late in the day I suppose? Walked down the winding staircase, across the crossing over the road (The driver of the white van, the index starting with BD51, might like to know he didn’t hit me as I crossed over, although, he made a valiant effort), and into the Treatment Centre.

Logged in with the receptionist and got the buzzer thing they give you to inform you when it is your turn, sat down and read the newspaper while I waited.

The buzzer buzzed, and I was led into a corridor to take a seat outside a consulting room. Minutes late I was in with the doctor and being checked. The blotch on the side of my head first (The old one), he decided it as definitely a safe form of cancer. Then he moved to look at the one on my back that Olive had told me about.

Walked up and logged in with their receptionist, and was called in almost straight away, and they did an autopsy on my back. It was obviously a lot smaller than the last one that one took over an hour to dig out and stitch, this was over in a few minutes.I caught a view of my blobby body in the mirror when they weighed me

I caught a view of my blobby body in the mirror when they weighed me, it was horrendous, terrifying!

Awaiting the results now. Took the paperwork back to the receptionist, and plodded out and back up to the Tram Station above.

Getting on the tram reminded me of when I went to see Nottingham Forest play Arsenal on a boxing day around 1968? It was so crowded it took me twenty minutes to find out Arsenal were playing in blue and yellow!

Thus, was the tram so crowded! Bruised, actually bruised I was by the time the masses had got onto the tram. Mind you, that helped I think, I just got carried onto the tram between the stern-faced determined passengers battling each other, scowling, with bottom chins protruding. How many of them hung onto their mobile phones I don’t know.

I got off in the Slab Square in Nottingham without much bother and walked up Queen Street to see what buses were available, and I was in luck for once. A number 40 bus was due in fifteen minutes. This bus is the best for me, when like now, the L9’s that take me to the actual flats, had long since stopped running.

The lady driver, apparently a Demolition Derby fan, soon had me well bruised and nervously getting off the bus-stop on Mapperley Drive above Winchester Street Hill.

Walked back up the hill to use the small central reservation on the bend.

I got onto the reservation quickly, then sort of lost heart and interest as I had to wait for what seemed like hours, for a break in the traffic so I could complete my crossing of the road.

I thought at one time, I’d grow hair or snuff it from old age before I got over the road! Hehe!

In fact, I suppose it was only a few minutes I had to wait, by the time a gap came up, Arthritis had set in!

Wobbled along back to the flats, and called to see Olive, but again she was not in. (Sob!)

Back to the apartment and utilised the wetroom throne painfully and at length.

As I got the meal ready, the dizzies returned.

I had an easy meal as I was feeling a bit drained by now.

Tinned sweet and sour chicken in sauce (Added some extra sauce from the jar), potato cakes, the last cheesy cob and followed with a jelly, honey yoghourt and an apple.

Seeing my body mass in the mirror at the hospital, helped me resist having any nibbles afterwards!

I soon nodded off while trying to watch some TV.

Inchcock Today Tue 9 Aug 16: Nowt much to get excited about… Tsk! But I did see Olive for a good natter!

Tuesday 9th August 2016

Woke a few times for a WRWW during the night, finally roused and moved my bloodied flobby-body around 0550hrs for another WRWW.

The memories of yesterday’s and last nights Whoopsiedangleplops still heavy on my mind, the bleeding from Haem Aroid, Little Inchy and the two wounds on the right legs shin, the pain from stubbing my already blackened left foot toe on the scales (I’ve now moved them) didn’t bother me much. I was too depressed and pitifully saddened. I felt I was not connivent with reality somehow.

Made a cuppa and got the medications taken, laptop on and updated Monday’s sad tale of woes. One of the worst days for the amount of Whoopsiedangleplops ever I think. Humph!

Went to make another cup of tea, and oh dear, I felt so bad with myself again when I saw the Fresh Cream French Horn in the fridge – with the mayhem of last night’s meal on the floor Whoopsiedangleplop and altercation, I’d forgotten to eat it!

Too late now, it was dried up, so into the bin, sadly. But I am so glad I got the other one to Olive earlier.

Got some graphics done, and finalised Monday’s real farce and got it posted off.

Did some Facebooking, too much Facebooking again. I was nearly late for going to the surgery in time to get there for the INR Warfarin blood test!Rushed about and had a shave and shower, changed into clean togs and set off in a bit of a panic on my journey.

It was brightish weather, with the threat of rain in the air, as I legged it as fast as I could manage to Carrington and the surgery nurse. And, what’s more, and further as well as, I made it in a record time of 39 minutes!

This despite the new injuries joining in with the regular ailments today. I amazed myself in getting there just in time for the appointment. The feet were aching something rotten, but no other hiatus. (Should that be hiatuses?)

The nurse soon had me in her room and taking the blood. I asked her if she would take a look at the black toe on me left foot and the two scars on me right shin for me, which, she did. She could not help bursting into laughter when I told her how they had occurred. She said to take the new plasters she’s put on them off tonight and dab with lesions with antiseptic cream or TCP, then leave the plasters off so they could dry naturally.

I thanked her, gave her the nibbles and walked down into Carrington proper and called in Lidl to get some fruit and veg. Apples, bananas, yellow and red peppers, some nibbles for the nurses later and a pack of four cheese covered cobs. I thought perhaps tonight I might have two bacon cobs, with tomatoes beetroots and gherkins maybe? Oh, and I got some Magnesium tablets at an excellent price too. Since Sandra Lentz recommended them to me, the night cramps have got a lot less often and severe. (Thanks, Sandie my flower XXX)

The lady on the checkout didn’t sneer at me or overcharge me either (I checked) a new employee obviously, mind you she has got the knack of throwing the goods at me all off pat.

Out to the bus stop, I must have looked knackered or something, because a lady offered me her seat in the shelter? With the state of my piles, I thanked her and declined the kind offer.

The bus came, and I rode into Sherwood. There I alighted and went to the Pelican light to cross the road and hope a bus to the flats would be coming soon. It wasn’t, I’d missed it by three minutes, the next one due in 57 minutes, Tsk!

So, I hobbled, and I was hobbling now, the haemorrhoids and feet were giving me grief, up over the hill and into Woodthorpe Grange Park, as a few drops of rain tried to force their way down.

The park was free of Pathway Cyclists, and many dogs were enjoying taking their owners for a walk and ball games. I loved seeing the wagging tails. (On the dogs like, not the owners).

Up towards the end of the footpath, there were groups of young lads in twos with their mobiles out – I think they might have been looking for the, erm… what’s it called, the new thing where they chase after an icon figure? Sorry, I mentioned it now I can’t remember the name of it, a game of some sort? A new craze, I saw it on the news the other night. Never mind!

On the way down the gravel hill to the flats, an old chap was walking up with what might have been his grandson, and he spoke to me as I hobble passed him: “Where’s yer skateboard, that’d make it easier?” I replied, quick as a flash: “I’ve been bungee jumping and left it on the platform!” Well, they both laughed out loud at that! I’m doing well at making folks laugh today up to now. Hehehe!

Got in the flat and put the fodder away, WRWW and made a cuppa.

I got the Appointment letter from the Treatment Centre at the Queens Medical out of the ‘Medical File’ and put it in the jacket pocket ready for tomorrow afternoon. Felt a bit proud that I had not lost it really. 

Had a pork loin cheesy cob. Feeling a bit better now. Took the dressing off the arm and I got the laptop on and updated this tosh. Did some graphicationalisationing.

Took some apples and bacon and went to visit Olive. It was super-good to find her in better spirits and welcoming me with her wonderful smile. We had a great chinwag and reminiscing session which I enjoyed so much. Kiss and a cuddle, and back to the flat to make use of the throne.

Decided to have bacon cobs for my meal tonight.

Kept it smaller than usual, having had the pork loin cob earlier.

Two bacon (That I cooked in the oven) cheesy cobs, Gherkins, yellow tomatoes, a rice cake and beetroot. Followed by a banana and lemon flavoured yoghourt.

I placed the tray after eating it on the chair next to the £300 second-hand recliner, put the TV on, and faded fast! Eyes drooped, and I spent hours nodding off, waking to see what was on the goggle-box and nodding off again. Amazingly I had no calls to the water closet at all?

Around midnight I think it was, I gave up and turned the TV set off, and drifted into sleep, Sweet Morpheus!

Inchcock Today Mon 8 Aug 16: Whoopsiedangleplop and Prize Plonker Day of the year so far!

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Monday 8th August 2016

0340hrs: Gave up trying to get to sleep. Feeling in decent form and the ailments seemingly in a calm mood, I climbed out of the now working again £300 second-hand recliner chair and off for a WWHD job. Oh dear, much blood from the  rear end, and painful passing.

Had a little dizzy spell. After which as I made my way into the kitchen to make a brew and take the medications, the stomach almost erupted, stabbing pains and it seemed to churn and rumble something rotten.

I popped onto the scales… Humph!

With the tummy churning away, and now the vision blurring a bit, I got the laptop on to finish the Sunday diary and start this one.

I felt a bit apprehensive about these ailments coming at the same time. Took some extra Peptac in the hope that this might calm down the innards a bit.

The wind was blowing in nastily through the air vent and edges of the windows, right up me bare legs under my dressing gown. Hehe! I put me trousers on.

Did some Facebooking (three & a half hours, huh!) while I could, then checked the emails, then some graphicalisationing, all between WRWWs.

I want to go out today now the toe is a lot better, and get to see the ducks in the Arboretum Pond and feed them with the earthworm pellets that they seem to like. Sorted the rubbish and took the bags to the chute.

I got the ablutions done and changed ready to set out to catch the L9 bus into town. I got as far as the lift and realised  I’d left the hearing aids – back to the flat to collect them.

Back out and in the lift, just arriving at the ground floor when I remembered I had not got the mobile phone with me –  back to the flat to collect it.

Once more, back down the lift and to the bus stop this time… Oh dear oh dear…  No Bus-pass with me! – back up to the flat and down just in time to catch the bus!

Then,  getting on the bus, I tried to swipe in with my Hearing Aid card! Huh!

Arrived in town and walked to the Arboretum from the bus stop.  

A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist joined the pedestrian as we crossed over and I went passed the new Cinema, showing Trolls, and passed the university buildings and up Waverley Street to the Arboretum.

On entering the gate, I spotted a new bit they have created, a beautiful bed of flowers and plants, and an instruction sign/guide.

Took a photograph through the trees and bushes on the side of the pond.

Rather lovely I thought.

I could see some pigeons and many Mallard ducks further on near the aviary, and made my way to them with the pot of earthworm pellets and seeds to feed the little mites with.

The Mallards came from far and wide to dine.

After talking to and feeding them, I made my way out to go to Tesco for some fodder and a wander around.

As I left the grounds, twp Nottingham Cyclist were coming towards me on the wrong side of the road, and this very near the tram lines! The both seemed happy enough, and they soon moved onto the pavement.

At Tesco, I invested in two for £3 lamb hotpot ready meals, Two yoghurts, potato cakes, some spread, wholemeal thins, a pack of Boczek and amazingly a two pack of fresh cream horns fell out of the fridge and into my basket as I walked by them?

I paid the gal on the checkout and checked the time, I could just make the L9 bus stop in time with any luck. So I painfully legged it ASAP to the shelter. Met a fellow tenant at the bus stop. When the bus arrived:  I couldn’t find the bus pass! I had to let the bus go without me and felt such a fool! I searched through the bags and my pockets, eventually finding the bus pass in my inside pocket! Humph!

I had an hour to kill until the last L9 bus of the day. So foolishly I went to the Slab Square and took some piccies of the Nottingham Beach – which was near to the Primark shop, and I went in to have a look around and came out with three long sleeved shirts/jumpers, another £18 quid spent on unwanted attire!

Caught the bus on Queen street.

The weather turned sunny for a while and the wind seemed to drop somewhat.

I was soon back at the flats and making a beeline for a WRWW with some urgency.

Made a cuppa and got this updated to here.

Some mail arrived, at first, I dreaded that the British Gas might have sent another demand, but no. Twas a letter from the Council, instructing me to fill in the Voting form and return it within three days.

Called to see Olive, going to take one of the Fresh Cream Horns for her, I departed and as I got to her flat, realised I hadn’t taken the cream horn with me, went back to fetch it, and went into the front room to collect the Voting letter so Olive could clarify things with it for me – oh dear! 

I did a Whoopsiedangelplop into and over new Ottoman!

I believe I said “Oh, flipping heck” Didn’t half sting. Hehe!

Hobbled to Olive’s flat, and she smilingly greeted me, but she was not very well herself.

She accepted the cream horn without telling off too much this time.

Then, the gal set to medicating me leg wounds and putting plasters on them for me. I felt so lucky to have Olive there. We had a good long chinwag and laugh.

I had to leave and get back once again for a WRWW, and I got the chips in the oven and updated this again.

The meal, a wholemeal salad sandwich with sausage, oven chips, onions, beetroot, green and yeow tomatoes, fresh raw garden peas and the evening medications, followed with a banana, satsuma and honey yoghourt looked most appetising once I’d got it all prepared and arrange neatly on the plate ready for my consumption!

The Pleasures of Dining Alone:

It was a little uncomfortable eating it, though:  As I settled on top of the £300 second-hand recliner chair, tray on my belly, feet up and tucking into the feast, the seat went down on its own accord…

I got out of it to pick up the chips and peas that had been ejected from the plate onto me, the chair and the floor, and banged first, the already black and swollen left middle toe, then  I caught the newly injured right shin on the cupboard door as I extracted the brush and dustpan for use. The blood flowed from both plasters down the leg and soaked my sock.

Well, I thought, these things are sent to try us, or words of a nearly similar nature. Hehe!

By the time I’d sorted everything out, the cleaning and clearing up, the wounds replastered and medicated, two hours had passed since the Whoopsiedagleplop occurred before I got settled once again to eat what cold bits of the meal I had managed to retrieve.   

I even managed to tread on fallen fork on the floor that I’d missed. Now bent, bloodied and in the rubbish recycling bin.

Which is where I thought I should be!

A new standard of pissed-offed-ness, depression, frustration and lack of confidence reigned!

Thoughts of a defeated nature lingered… Humph!

Inchcock Today Sun 7 Aug 16: Got out to the shops, Visited Olive and had a super meal

Sunday 7th August 2016

I stirred to life, after a couple of hours of actual sleep, the desperate pleas from my innards forced me to clamber out of the shuddering and wobbly this morning £300 second-hand recliner chair in a mission to have a WRHD (Wet Room Heavy Duty) session.

First thoughts were Olive, the tender bruised middle toe and after failing to have the WRHD and making do with a WRWW, was how thin my legs had gone overnight? Surely thought I, time to utilise the scales and weigh myself. So I did – Oh dear…

By the time I had, it was back into the Wetroom, and the WRHD was achieved without any hiatus.

To the kitchen to make a brew and take the medications.

The scene outside surprised me for this time on a Sunday morning.

Traffic seemed thick, blue lights flashing and activities on the side streets appeared to be heavy as well?

I sat at the laptop and while it was booting up, a thought came into my mind Oh, yes it can happen occasionally): “The transitoriness of life, is often recognised too late in one’s life”. Just thought I’d mention it like.

The fretting began again, Olive, British Gas, Terrorists, Crooked Governments, my ailments, etc.

But then the goodness of life emerged. The support I get from my internet friends, the kindness of the cleaning ladies, Olive’s advice and luscious lips and I have no right t be here really with all the problems…

The mind had a mad half-hour stirring and getting itself confused, during which I did nothing physically, just sat and stewed in the depths of my warped mind without anything positive presenting itself as a solution to the unknown problems I was having.

Blimey did I just think and write that? I might put that on Facebook and see if any kind psychologist might offer me some advice on what I might have meant! Should I? Hehehe!

Eventually, I forced myself into a productive mood-mode and got the Saturday diary finished and posted off to WordPress.

Did some needed graphics on CorelDraw X8 and CorelPaint X8.

Checked the emails. Then, onto Facebooking… for hours and hours again! Tsk!

Went to see Olive, she was a little better. Good chinwag and a cuddle followed.

Back to the flat and got ready for a gentle stroll (Hobble really) up through the park and down to the shops and back up Winchester Hill was the plan.

Going out, I met a chap, and we had a little talk, he offered to give me a lift to the shops. I gave my appreciation and told him it is best if I force myself to walk as I had not been getting much limping done recently.

Off up the hill footpath and left down the walkway to Mansfield road.

Naughty, Nottingham Cyclist going between folk on his way to somewhere with his Lidl carrier bag?

Out and up and down the hill in Sherwood and called in Wilko and got some black and white waste bags, an extra large kitchen towel, razors and shaving foam and Vitamin D tablets.

Then to the Co-op and got some leeks, garden peas, a TV paper and a meat & potato pie.

Plenty of vehicles parked up, but few people loitering around.

I started to walk up Winchester Hill and had a bit of luck.

At the bus stop I spotted two people waiting, and luckily the bus was due in a minute!

Got off two stops later and had a good chinwag with a lady as we walked up to the flats.

William, from the Tenants Social hour meeting, joined us half way there. Said my farewells as they were both living in the first block of flats, Winchester Court.

Feet and knees were aching, but the toe a lot less bothersome, I arrived at the apartment.

Got some leeks, mushrooms, parsnip and red peppers cut up and in the oven along with the meat and potato pie, and got this updated. A quick look at the TV paper and the viewing was all sorted quickly. Columbo (Channel 21) first, then Benefits (Channel 30) then the Booze Cruise 3 (Channel 10).

Got the meal ready.

Ate it all up and fell asleep, dreaming of nightmare scenarios of being chased by people again, then waking up when all the TV programmes had finished, Tsk!

WRWW and WWHD, in a fretting mood, I took the evening medications far too late, I should have left them out really.

A nasty dizzy spell arrived, that lasted a long time. Then got back in the £300 second-hand recliner chair, well, climbed into it really, as it refused to move for me and whirred at me. Hehe!

Not getting back to sleep, I retuned the TV channels again, why I can’t remember.

Inchcock Today, Sat 6 Aug 16: Worried about Olive and everything else I think.

Saturday 6th August 2016

0626hrs: I gave up trying to get any sleep, and dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner chair. Bits of dreams lingered, but they soon disappeared into the ether. Tsk!

WRWW & HD went well. No bleeding from Little inchy or Haem Aroids.

The middle toe on the left foot looked less inflamed this morning.

Made a nice strong cup of tea and took the medications.

Had to nip back in for yet another WRWW. Sneezing well.

Laptop on and did some Facebooking (For four hours or more, Tsk!).

Went into the kitchen to get the vegetables ready for roasting later.

Took a photographicalisation through the window. Not sure what I did, set or button I hit wrong, but it came out really vivid and bright?

It was a sunny morning, though.

Got the vegetables (parsnip, Spanish onion, mushrooms, leeks and orange peppers, all sprayed with sunflower oil into the oven cooking, and a packet of instant potato with bubble and squeak to have with beetroot, tomatoes, roast onions with them.

I went to see Olive at 84. She was not too well again, and I got the impression it would be best to leave her sadly alone today, bless her. Back to the flat.

WRWW, and made a cuppa, the vegetables won’t be long before they are cooked now.

Not feeling to well myself now.

Got the fodder consumed.

Took the medications, then had a jolly good shower. Applied pain gel to areas I could reach, put some antiseptic cream on the bothersome toe.

Popped onto the scales, but I’d rather not mention any details if you don’t mind like. (A cough!)

Worried about Olive, now bleeding again from Little Inch, and the British Gas Farce, I felt sure I’d soon nod off tonight, though. I felt psychologically busy but drained.

I did manage to watch some of the DVD and then blissfully drifted off.

Almost springing awake and in urgent need of a WRWW – the struggle to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair almost led to an accidental leakage. Fortunately, I got there just in time, but I did rip the jammy bottoms a bit while gaining access… and Little Inchy lesion had started to bleed again! Humph! 

Back to the £300 second-hand recliner, and realised I’d only been asleep for twenty minutes or so! Getting back into the land of nod was impossible, the fretting and worrying started again.

So, I put the TV on to see if anything was on, and there was not, so to kill the time waiting for sleep to arrive, I retuned the Toshiba television. After an hour or so, I got it working again, this time with the radio channels of my choice on it. BBC Radio 2, BBC Radio 3, BBC Radio 4, BBC Radio 4 Extra, Radio Nottingham, Smooth Radio, World Service and Classic. Reset I looked at the channel list, but no radio ones on it? Another half hour or so ad I got them back on, but I have no idea how I did it? The CCTV channel with a view of the foyer doors downstairs had moved to another channel number too?

Still, no sleep coming, so I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and hobbled to the kitchen and cleaned the sink area. The troublesome left foot middle toe seemed a bit easier, but, I suppose with my doing no walkies today?

Back in the £300 second-hand recliner chair and settled awaiting yet again, the bliss of sleep…

Still waiting…

Inchcock Today Fri 5 Aug 2016: British Gas – Anne Gyna, Got a painful hobble in, Whoopsiedangleplop… Thank heavens for Olive and my cyber-pals cheering me up and supporting me!

Woke around 0525hrs, which considering the lack of sleep I had surprised me, I thought I might overlay. Could not recall any dreams at all. Duo Denal and Anne Gyna were still hassling me badly, yet the warm feeling from the help I got yesterday from the C&M Cleaning Ladies still glowed in my heart, despite the French-Owned British Gas animals sending me yet another threatening demand for payment of the mystery bill! I felt confused.

No calls for a WRHD yet, but repeated WRWWs were needed. Hehe!

Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair, WRWW and made a cup of tea and took the medications with an extra painkiller to counter Duo Denal and Anne Gyna giving me so much hassle.

The sky looked reddish, and I took a photograph of it from the kitchen window. It came out far less vivid than as saw it real life.

Laptop on and found 286 Facebook notifications and 206 emails awaiting my attention! Yesterday was so much hassle and bother taking place I had not found time to respond to them. Must catch up later if I can.

Not feeling up to much, I still wanted to get out of the flat for a walk, but so much to sort out.

Got the laptop going and finished the Thursday Inchcock Today off, did some graphics for this one, then started it off.

Decided to get on with the Facebooking, get the diary posted then check the notifications. The latest TFZer graphicalisation series have got to be posted too, hope I have time. Changed my demented mind, and did the emails first.

Got the TFZ series posted, here’s a couple to give you an idea of them.

Hope they like them.

Warden Deana Walker came to see me. She’s emailed British Gas a sharp letter of complaint! Lynton Cox gave some ideas about this on a comment on Facebook, and she copied some addresses from it and took them with her.

Might get time to go out shopping at today. Must get to visit Olive, though. Got a shower and did my ablutions.

The left feet under the toes was very tender?

Nipped to see how Olive was at flat 84. She had a lot of pain and not good news from the hospital visit, and still Olive managed a radiant smile for me – my love and heroin! She told me where a good greengrocery shop was in Mapperley, so I decided to catch a bus up there. Bade her farewell and promised to return later after I’d finished the trip to the shops on Mapperley Plain. (X’s exchanged)

Set off to catch the bus up into Mapperley and the stores, and a much regretful and agonising hobble back. Hehe!

After I dropped off the bus, it only took around three minutes for a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist to nearly clout me one as he passed at great speed on Mapperley tops, then swerve through a queue of people at the bus stop and carried on along the pavement…

Despite the mystery pain from my left toes, I shouted out at him – to no avail of course.

I thought I spotted the shop over the road and called in it. Terrible produce on display.

Then I realised Olive told me the one next to the Co-op store, which was a few hundred yards up the road.

Found the right shop, and bought too much stuff to carry actually – Tsk! Two large apples, twp satsumas, garden peas, English yellow tomatoes, a leek, Spanish onion, two yoghourts, half a cucumber, a potato, a carrot and a parsnip. Nice to be abe to buy just what I need, instead of getting packs of stuff. Not cheap, mind.

Called in at the butcher shop and got some frozen lamb burgers, I asked the chap if I could cook them in the oven, told me to cook them in the oven for 35 minutes from frozen. Then perused the small Sainsbury shop, they tempted me with some short-dated reduced English vine tomatoes and reduced price bits. The Fresh Cream Cakes, I resisted getting! (Head swags and pride)

The pain from the left foot began to over-ride the pain from Anne Gyna and Duo Denal, it was that bad.

I limped like a wounded elephant onto Woodthorpe Drive and down the hill and eventually home.

The first view of the flats I photographed through the bushes.

A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist was coming up the hill and struggling a bit with the task – I resisted the urge to push my walking stick in the spokes!

The weather was beautiful, a little windy perhaps.

Had a dizzy when I was taking a photographicalisation of the road.

All okay after a minute or so, though.

I stood looking at the greenery, trees and flowers and a couple pulled up in their vehicle and spoke to me.

I eventually worked out they wanted to know how to get to the railway station. With my bad hearing and their Eastern European, sounding voices… well, I hope they understood me. I wrote a map on the back of the paper bag and gave it to them.

I carried on down the hill and in due course I arrived at the entrance into Woodthorpe Grange Park.

Lots of vehicles in the car park, with plenty of swearing kids with mobile phones about.

I wandered through the undergrowth, but the pain in my foot/toes forced me to exit the trees. On the main path again, I spotted some unusual bushes and flowers.

Walked through and into the park proper, coming out on the Pitch & Putt area.On the horizon, I could see the tops of the flats, and I doddered on with some difficulty on through the top area and down towards the Woodthorpe flats.

On the horizon, I could see the tops of the apartments, and I doddered on with some difficulty on through the top area and down towards the Woodthorpe flats.

On the limp along, I had thought about the painful toes. Had I not been drying between the toes properly and got a fungal infection perhaps?

As I tackled the steep walk down the hill to the flats, the children’s play area was being used well today. Picnickers, dogs barking, children swearing and spitting, parents smoking and drinking, the humming noise from the radios, I even caught one bloke having a wee-wee against a tree! Ah, summer in Nottingham eh?

I call in at Olive’s, and her wonderful smile greeted me again, and all felt well. She told me some of her past life. She was in great pain, that was evident, but she didn’t complain. Bless her. After a chinwag, kiss and a cuddle, I had to make as much haste as I could to get back to the flat and use the throne.

That achieved, I got down in the £300 second-hand recliner to have a proper look at the painful middle toe.

The photograph came out a bit brighter than it actually was, but, how come I didn’t notice this earlier when I got up and had my shower? And, on the fourth toes nail, I thought it was dirt under the nail, but it turned out to be another blood-spot coming?

I got the fodder ready.

Some pork loin, roasted onions, mushrooms, egg thingies in breadcrumbs, red and yellow tomatoes, pickled beetroots, cucumber, gherkins and orange peppers… oh, and the chips recommended by my cyber pal Martin too.

Enjoyed this a lot, I got my hurtingly tired and worried self down in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch TV, fully expecting to nod-off, I didn’t. Hours later I put on a Law & Order SVU DVD, and watched all five episodes on it without nodding off! (Honest!) In the early hours of the morning, I put in the other DVD part-two, at last, after two episodes I nodded off! Hurrah!

Inchcock Today Thurs 4 Aug 2016. Good start: Help from M and C, British Gas hassle joined by Duo Denal, Anne Gyna and Dizzies in making it a horrible day!

Thursday 4th August 2016

Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and to the wetroom for a WRHD job. The senna tablets seem to be working then? I’m glad I did now, the sky from the kitchen window was astounding. Took the photo at the top of this page.

Back into the now not working £300 second-hand recliner chair. Around 0300hrs, I sprang awake and lay there pondering about the dream I’d had, an odd one even for me as I recall. Underground tunnels, mining equipment and blokes bringing what looked like natural rocks to me to be cleaned with a jet power thingy… I then shaped each one into a ball and bowled it along a tunnel, and a bloke appeared each time out of a hole in the roof and displayed a score card? Beats me!

WRWW and a sudden decision that as I’d woke up so early, I’d get caught up with the laundry.

By 0315hrs, I’d got the laundry going in the washing machine and was on my way back up to the flat and started this post going.

0350hrs: Back down and moved the laundry to the dryer. Back to the apartment again and updated this and finished yesterday’s Diary of Woe off.

0450hrs: Back down, a lady arrived and put her washing in the machine, and I got the dried clobber folder so that they need to come out so as to fit in the airing cupboard, into my bag. Cleaned the filter and wiped the machine. Another well-tanned tall lady I’d not seen before arrived, and she wanted to dry only, she started to put her things in the dryer I’d cleaned and vacated. I had to point out nicely to her, that the other lady’s washing would be done in 22 minutes, and she would need the dryer. She was not very happy about it, but I was glad I was there to stop her. Otherwise, the first woman would come down to use the dryer after using the washer, and she’d have to wait 50 minutes. Folk who use both machines have to take priority over those tenants with a washer who only want to use the dryer?

Quite busy early this morning in the laundry room. The other dryer now has a notice on it informing us that a new machine is on order, the sign was dated June 26!

I put away the attire and after a WRWW made a cup of tea and back on the laptop.

Spent three hours on the latest TFZer series, in between WRWW visits. Huh! Then got the nibbles and photographs ready for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour. BJ is coming today he said on the phone last night.

Did the ablutions. Took the rubbish to the chute. Set off to the Winwood Tenants Social Hour at the Community Shed.

Very few people there today, the least ever since I’ve been going there. And yet, it was one of the most enjoyable. BJ came and entertained us, William and Eddie were in fine form. I left a little earlier than usual for me, so I got back to the flat promptly for the cleaning ladies, just as well too.

Cheryl & Maggie, owners of the M&C Home Cleaning Ltd arrived, they set to sorting the bedroom out, incredible speed and commitment.

Later I updated the poster card I made, I’d got the names on the wrong ladies. (Left)

They even fitted the curtains for me! Then cleaned the windows for me in the front room. They even said they’d see if they could get the shortened for me!

I was so thankful and over the moon! Real Angels these two ladies!

Just before they finished, they informed me I’d had a letter delivered… guess who from… British Gas with another Red Demand for payment to the meter they told Warden Dean Walker a few days ago (For the third time!) had been Cancelled!

The ladies must have seen how this affected me, and they ran Deana and asked her to call and see me once again Sort out this horrendous situation.

This time, French-owned British Gas threatened me that they would get a legal entry warrant and replace the non-existent meter with a payment meter, I’d lose my Credit Rating, and they will pass on my details to Credit Collection Agency!

The girls departed leaving my flat much neater and organised for me. Bless them!

Warden Deana arrived a bit later, and took the paperwork, saying she is going to contact them by email this time, so she has a record, and off she went, too.

Heard nothing back from her yet.

Worried, anxious bothered and uptight again now. Got some chips in the oven to have with some Bochek pork loin, beetroot, tomatoes, orange peppers, gherkins and bread. I always seem to want to eat when I’m under pressure. Tsk!

Did a bit of hoovering then I updated this diary of woe once again. Then updated today’s events to the British Gas TrustPilot comment.

The ulcer joined Anne Gyna in making it a lousy night for me.

Had the nosh, and sat fretting about the British Gas situation – even if I have to pay this bill for the mystery second meter – Why has no one been in touch about it?

Well fed-up, in pain and depressed now!

The fodder looked inviting and tasty, but my spirits didn’t allow me to enjoy it as I should have.

One hell of a sedulous, busy worrying day.

And the weight-scales were playing up again… up, being the optimum word! Hehe!

Dizzies came on, and I felt awfully confused.

Oh, and I didn’t have time to do any Facebooking – must try to catch up tomorrow if I can.

What a day!

Inchcock Today Wed 3 Aug 2016: Busy day for Inchcock

Wednesday 3rd August 2016

0425hrs: Stirred into life, desperately trying to recall the dreams I’d been having. Really annoying that I couldn’t, just senses and bits of them. They were from my younger years I think.

That half a Senna tablet I took last night, had done the job partially, and the urge for a WWHD was soon received from my innards – the first job required, getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair took a while and some ingenuity on my behalf; It had stuck half way up/down. Extracting myself without any harm to the chair or myself was not easy, but I managed it. By then the urgency was far greater, a painful rapid as possible hobble and a stubbed toe later, I was on the throne! Push, pain, massive plonk! Phew! And, no bleeding!

The new scales had apparently stuck at 14st 4lb from yesterday – they’re broken I tell yer… Hehe!

To the kitchen, the kettle on I cleaned the stuff I’d left soaking in the sink last night. Applied some antiseptic cream to the scolded finger.

Put the washing stuff in the cupboard (Well, the cleaners are coming today – hehe!)

Outside, the drizzling might have encouraged me back for another WRWW?

Laptop on to update the diaries then took the medications and a mega-dizzy hit me. I nearly fell off the chair. Frit me that one did… but okay after ten minutes and then back on with the WordpPressing.

Another WRWW.

Posted off the diary for Tuesday and did some graphicalisationing, and started this one off.

Many hours and WRWW trips later, I stopped and thought about getting my ablutions done – went to check if any mail had arrived and clonk!

I caught the shower power switch on the wall… Again!

Got in the wetroom and started shaving and the doorbell rang! I’d got the timing wrongs for the girls to arrive for titivating the flat. The two gals came in and made a start while I finished me shave and shower.

Maggie and Lynn joined Shakita and Cheryl a few minutes later, and they got fitting the curtain rail for me.

Tomorrow, they will be bringing the curtains and fitting them too and as well!

They got on with it and soon had the rail up and ready.

Meanwhile, Shakita got on and did the kitchen including the windows.

No surfaces done, cause the time ran out, but the windows looked rather professionally done to my mind.

Shakita got on with the wetroom for me, then the pair of them did the hoovering and dusting in the front room.

We managed a little nattering session while they do so.

I might have the names mixed up – Tsk!

They collected the drawer cabinet to take away for me. And, off they went, not before I took a photo of them all, to make a poster for them when they had left.

I can show it and email it to them if they like tomorrow when then Lynn and Maggie return to fit the curtains for me.

The carrots and peas – had a little Whoopsiedangleplop earlier. I had the brainwave of adding a half a spoon of mint sauce to them in the Crock-Pot… Ahem, I tapped the open jar and ‘Plop’, the whole lot went in! Watered it down.

Then I got the chops in the oven and updated this to here. I’ll see if it is eatable now…

Carried on lap topping and it was soon ready. The veg seemed none the worse or the dropping into the Crock-Pot of the jar of mint sauce.

The little lamb chops were delicious, absolutely divine!

Went round to see Olive. She’d had a bad day with her hip pains, so I stayed a while having a chinwag and tried to cheer her up a bit. I had to leave, due to the demand for the throne, Olive understood, bless her.

Back to the flat, WRHD (No blood) and I almost collapsed afterwards, sudden weariness again. All I did (Between the many WRWW’s) was try to watch the TV. During which, I got seven calls on the landline, each time it stopped before I could get out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and to it, I moved the phone nearer the chair and caught the next one – but was none the wiser as to who called, as it was a recorded message, something like “____ SLS message, ________ ____ __ ____ ___ to accept ___ _____ ___” No idea, so I hung up and got no more calls?

Sleep was late coming.

A Busy day indeed.

Inchcock: His Guide for your new Wet-Room usage for the elderly

Now a dynamic 71-year-old veteran of his new Wet-Room for over eight weeks, Inchcock offers guides, tips and advice, aimed at any Nottingham City Homes Independent Living tenants dwelling in any of their excellent flats, from his own experience. Please be aware before reading further: This article may cause concern, fretting, shock, disbelieve and an apprehensive condition to any readers of a sensitive nature or who play Bingo.

Your bathroom will be turned into a spacious looking WetRoom for you, by the wonderful Nottingham City Homes maintenance team, above are the results from Inchies.

Be aware, they will tell you, you’ll have to manage for three or four days while the work takes place, without a bath or shower. Perfectly understandable, and you will appreciate the given warning. Unfortunately, it will actually take fourteen days and two to let the floor settle before you can use your new shower from the commencement of the work.

If you are lucky, as I was, the chap who comes to do the job will be a grand bloke, who explains everything to you, is on time and cleans up after himself persistently and meticulously.

He took pride in his work, and I was most impressed with him.

Thanks mate!

After around the twelfth day, the electricians will arrive. They will not introduce themselves, they’ll just turn up and start working.

You can, when you realise they are they, sneak out and take a photograph of them.

The older one will not even notice, but the young lad saw the camera and posed for me immediately.

The older one didn’t say a word to me for to days, not until it came time for him to tell me about the shower workings. He did this is about 30 seconds, and I couldn’t understand a word he said, partially due to hearing difficulties and partly due to the speed in which he spoke unsmilingly, as they rushed off.

You may find, as I did, that they had fitted a dirty used double light switch for you in your hallway.

But, beggars can’t be choosers, can we now?

After all, we are not being charged for it, you know! The Occupational Therapy man Joel has interviewed you and decided you needed this doing.

You’ll also find pretty soon after the electricians have gone, the place will need cleaning up after them.Just as well I’d invested in a new cordless cleaner int it?

Just as well I’d invested in a new cordless cleaner int it? Mind you, the battery only last for forty minutes, so it ran out while I was removing the electrician’s bits of wire, broken off plastics, lumps from the wall and I’m still finding bits here and there now.

The power for the shower switch will be located somewhere where it will be easy for you to walk into it as you pass by.

I assume this is a standard positioning from the antisocial, superior acting, know-all, I’m better than you, snotty Nottingham Homes Maintenance electricians?

I can vouch for the size, solidity and potentially hazardous positioning of this box.

However, I waffle on too much, I do apologise.

I’ve made a graphicalisation of some of the risks pertinent when using your new shower.

I hope will be of help too!

Inchcock Today Tue 2 Aug 2016: The new scales are definitely broken! I think…

Tuesday 2nd August 2016

Dienstag 2 August 2016

0410hrs: I sprung into life with a jump! I’d dreamt of amazing things, can’t really remember the fine details, I was so sorry I’d woke up?

A welcome indication of the need for a WWHD arrived from the lower regions. Along with the belief that I wasn’t ready yet to perform this duty, encouraged me to climb out of the shuddering wobbly £300 second-hand recliner chair and into the kitchen, kettle on, took the medications with half a Senna tablet and a cup of nice strong tea.

Gawd, it was cold this morning! The thermometer on the kitchen wall read 61°f Nippy that for August?

Arthur Itis was much easier, Anne Gyna was kind to me, Rea Flux still playing up mind, Duo Denal okay and the ankles and legs had gone back down a lot, far less swelling. I thought, perhaps with the water retention so much better, surely my weight must have gone down. So, to the throne in the wetroom for a WRHD session. Less painful a struggle today, but a bit of bleeding from the rear end. Took a while too.

So, now the leg water had declined, I’d had a WWHD surely I was ready to mount the dreaded scales…

Huh!

The heaviest ever this time!

I don’t want you to think I was depressed or angry with myself.

But I was, sad and angry with myself. Stumpshagglenob!

I got the nurses nibbles in the bag ready for the INR Warfarin blood test later in the day.

Feeling a bit down now, I got the laptop on to start the diaries and graphicalisationing on the TFZer project.

Ablutions carried out, nibbles, Anticoagulation card, empty jars and bus pass in pockets and off down on the walk to the surgery.,

Called at the bottle bank down the road and deposited the jars, then stood on the end corner viewing the allotment area.

I love the green scenery, and the scarecrow someone had made! Hehe!

The blackberries were coming on, many fully ripe now.

Down the hill, up Mansfield Road and down again into Carrington. Took my time and got even slower after half way as the feet began to sting something horrible!

Booked in with the surgery receptionist and waited to be called in – which I wasn’t, because I didn’t hear the nurse calling and she had to come and tap me on the shoulder.

Nive chinwag while she took the blood, she even asked how Olive was keeping. Nice that! Handed over the nibbles.

Out and down the road into the Lidl insult giving shop. Got some bits and the new chap on the checkout gave me a foreign coin in the change and didn’t say thank you. I gave him the coin back informing him he could keep it!

The feet were worse now. Caught the bus back to Sherwood and waited at the bus stop on the other side of the road for twenty minutes for an L8 bus to arrive to take me right to the flats. Two tenant ladies joined me later.

The L8 didn’t come, but a number 40 did, but that does not take up to the flats, but two bus stops up Winchester Hill is better than walking.

When we got there, I acted gentlemanly and assisted the two ladies off the bus.

They shot off at high speed up the hill to the flats.

I could not keep up with them. Tsk and bother, thought I might get a talk with them on the way, but no!

A painful limp and I was back at the flats.

I made a brew and got the laptop on – spent more hours doing more work on graphicalisationing on the TFZer project.

Called to see how Olive was, beautiful and radiant she was too! A chinwag and she rubbed in the pain gel for me in the areas I could not reach.

Her grandson arrived, and we had a further talk, then I gave her a cuddle and went back to the flat.

Got some beans in the saucepan to have with the pork pie, while I updated this tosh.

Here it is on the left.nosh

Not the most inspiring dish of fodder I know, but I enjoyed it.

Curried baked beans, yellow peppers, sour pickled gherkins, a tomato and half a pork pie (Naughty). Followed by a banana and dessert, that guilt prevented me from eating all of it.

Put the dishes it to soak in the sink and checked the TV magazine. T’was one of those nights when there was so much I would have liked to have viewed, all on at the same time, Tsk!

Not that it mattered in the end, cause I soon nodded off and kept waking every few minutes having no idea what the plot or storyline was all about, or even what I was trying to watch actually.

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