Inchcockski – Tues 26 May 2020: A day of instabilities, perilousness and cock-ups. A normal day, then?

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Tuesday 26th May 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 26 Mai 2020

00 May 26

TFZers on stage. Hehehe!

GM chinL03:55hrs: After a decent sleep (5 hours! Yes!) and not having a single interruption for a wee-wee (Good innit?), I slowly got my body assessed, and the brain joined me a few moments later, with the realisation that I needed a wee now, urgently! So, the usual persnickety struggle getting out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, uncomfortable, not working, rickety-recliner was performed (With a lot less bother and pain than usual, too. Oh, yes!), and fumbled my way to the wet room.

WD 51.51.153 b 2Tue02This was a riskier business than expected. Walking was more challenging than it had been for many a month, if fact, since the stroke. The right ankle was weak when walking, and I was nervous about is giving way again, like it did yesterday. I took the ankle strap with me, to have a go at fitting it. No chance, too complicated for me, and overly painful manipulating it. Grumbleshaggles! Still, the SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) went well enough.

WD 51.51.153 b The legs were suffering from fluid retention again. The toes and soles of the feet were terribly-wicked stinging!

2Tue01I carefully made my way to the kitchen, made a brew of my beloved Thompsons Punjana tea. And did the health checks and took the morning medications.

WDP 001cThe sys was 144, Dia 69, Pulse 87, and temp 31.8°c (89.2f). That looks better to me. I took an extra painkiller, the feet, right ankle, and toes are a bit much to contend with at the moment! Glory be and praise the Lord, at least Arthur Itis’s knees were a lot easier today. Can’t win ’em all! ♫ Look on the bright side of life, bum-bum ♫ Hehehe!

2Tue03WD 51.51.153 b I got on the computer and checked the Morrison email. Substituted items and missing ones too! The only ones that bothered me were the Morrison’s Nasal Hygiene Spray, Leicester cheese, and Potato fritters not being available. None of them was obtainable on the last order, either.

Still, I mustn’t grumble too much. (Oh, I don’t know though) Hahaha!

I got yesterday’s, post updated, and email links sent off. Sent some photos to Pinterest. Visited the WordPress Reader section. And made some comments. Then I had a marathon session on TFZer Facebooking. But not as long as I would have liked to have. The template for today’s blog needed doing, and the ablutions had to be done, in time for the Morrison order arriving. So, off to the wet room for a stand-up bath session.

WD 51.51.153 b I tried the ankle-support-strap fitting again. Ha! Bogglesmania and Pain-Agony-Striking!

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It’d been so long since I needed to wear it, I could not remember how it should go on! No way could I master it. Then, of course, I found it was too painful to wear anyway! Yer knows, being such a lucky bugger like wot I am, tends to make one feel guilty. (sic).

WDP 03fWD 51.51.153 b I also noticed how the right leg was much thicker than the left one. (It never rains, but it pours, one thing after another, out of the frying pan, into the fire, no day is my day, life on a razor edge, life going through the wringer, and A Broggleknockersworther’s life for me!

WDP 03eWD 51.51.153 Ab So, in agony after the hour’s worth of frustration and failure get the support-straps to fit, then finding it was too painful to wear, then going through more suffering in taking it off. And stubbing my poor old overgrown nailed toes against the edge of the wet room door as I exited! I was approaching the darkness again!

2Tue05Light at the End of the Tunnel Search Result: Still, Yesterday’s vein explosions in the right leg had died down considerably! And Herbert was back at the knocking and drilling building his models.

It always cheers me up to know that.

2Tue04Eventually, I got started on with my ablutions. All went remarkably well. No teeth or gum bleeding! Only one shaving nick. The dropsies were only about six. All in all, a change of fortunes mayhaps? (No, you’re right!) 

I got some potatoes in the slow cooker for later on.

Minutes later, the intercom rang and lit up. It was Morrison’s deliveryman arriving. I pressed him access, and he was soon up with me.

2Tue12WD 51.51.153 b As he placed the bags through the door for me, I noticed that the foils baking trays had been crushed up! I pointed this out to the gentleman. He grabbed than and reshaped the crudely, saying, “There you are, they’ll do!” I pointed out, “No, they won’t!” He replied: “I can take um back if yer really wants me to!” – Me: “I do!”. Him: “Alright, then!” Off he trotted, and I began to take the bags in ones and twos to the kitchen. There was a lot of them.

As I went back for the last carrier, I heard a tapping on the door. Had I not been where I was, I doubt if I would have known about it. It was the young man from Morrisons 2Tue06returning, he had found a can of antiperspirant in the box and had come back to give it to me. Kind of him that! Thanks. After over an hour, I’d got the foods put away.

The feet were stinging something rotten, so I took off the slippers.

2Tue07I espied some dogs taking their owners for a walk, down in the bottom field below the tree copse. The little white and black dog had one hell of a loud bark on him!

I checked the tissues properly, and they seemed okay. So. I loaded the walker-guide-trolley up, ready to use. Then I made a phone call to inform 2Tue13Jenny that I would be down soon to drop off the tissues.

Jenny was concerned with paying for the tissues, and said she’d leave the money in an envelope.

I made sure that the chocolate treat and mini bottle of wine were in the bag, and was about to set off, and I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne.

WD 51.51.153 b It turned out to be a  similar session to what yesterday mornings were. A Constipation Konrad controlled evacuation! Hehe! Painfully suffered and messy with it!

2Tue14The hobbling was painful in the extreme, but okay with the use of the guide. Getting out through the door with the three-wheeler had to be done with care. I avoided any knocks and toe-stubbing.

Smug-Mode Temporarily Adopted!

When I got to the elevators, only one was 2Tue15working. So, it was a while before it arrived.

As I got out on Jenny’s floor, the lobby looked like it had been being worked on?

I got in the flat’s lobby, collected the envelope Jenny’d left for me, and put the bag near the door and rang their bell, then back to the lift 2Tue16lobby.

It appeared that they had had a water leak of some sort repaired? Just being nosey. Haha!

It took a long time for the lift to get to me, but I was in no particular rush.

I entered the cage and pressed the 12th-floor button. I went into a sort of vague haze, and when the doors opened, I was on the ground floor! A few people were waiting to get in, and I apologised, telling them I was on my way up, and it came down. Muttering my apologies and feeling a fool! I do not think I am a very popular person now! I had a red face and was a bit nervous in case the lift did something else unexpected. Humph!

I thought about it on the way up home. Perhaps with the one lift only working, this had thrown a spanner in the works to the other elevator workings?

Back in the flat, I made another a mug of Glengettie tea. The humming from the toes, ankle, and right leg was not getting any easier. I nearly took another Codeine 30g but managed to stop myself.

At long last, I got around to creating the template for this blog, made one for tomorrow as well. This cost me a lot of time, and I hadn’t started on this one yet!

The mobile phone chirped into life, it was my Zyrophobia suffering, supercilious Brother-in-law Pete. He was in the car after taking Sister Jane to the shops. He’s going through some worry with his health at the moment. We had a natter, and I was giving him the benefit of my medicalisational knowledge (Hehe!) We lost the signal. I put this down the West Bridgford, a previously posh area of Nottingham, now being snided out with drug pushers ‘cuckooing‘ where they would be least expected too, and illegal immigrants being housed in HMO’s by the swine who control them, again in an area that the police would think was safe. Anyway, this was causing an overload on the Mobile Phone antennas and why Jane & Pete are struggling to use their mobiles? Just thought I’d mention it.

Pete rang me back on the landline. Much better! We had a good chinwag and talked of some serious stuff. But still managed a laugh or two.

I got on with this post, at last. Hours passed, ever correcting mistakes.

I nipped into the kitchen and took these three snaps of the scenic view.

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I got some hot dog sausages in the saucepan. I decided I can’t go on with the computing, Saccades Sandra kicking off now. (Well, it’s only fair and sociable to share the pain and discomfort amongst the ailments. Hehehe!)

So, I decided to get some nosh. Which were home-made hot dogs, and mini-tomatoes. With a lemon flavoured mousse. The photo I took of it, has disappeared into the ether… Well, alright, I admit it, I’d not put the SD card into the Nikon! Twittleworthy-Idiot!

I also forgot to take the evening medications.

Amazingly, once settled down, I was soon off into the land-of-nod… Zzzz!

Inchcockski – Monday 25th May 2020: Downward -spiralling!

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Monday 25th May 2020

Swahili: Jumatatu Tarehe 25 Mei 2020

00 May 25

Today’s TFZer: Prima Ballerina & Cat Walk Model, Lillie!

GMX06aWD 150.0.0 02 01:30hrs: Well, I ought to be used to my last few vivifications being out of the ordinary, for various reasons. This morning was two-fold. Starting with the usual urgent need for a wee-wee, then getting free of the £300, second-hand, c1968, not working, cringingly beige-coloured, rusty, rickety recliner and without any Whoopsies or loss of balance! Got the stick and took a wee-wee in the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). The thing that shook me was it being an almost back to the standard style, a short, sharp painful evacuation, and the colour, a sort of battleship grey!

I swear I saw a twinge of luminescence in the bucket! I tried to recall the things I had eaten that might have caused this transmutation. The only thing I could think of summat I’d never eaten before and might be the cause, was the Sausage Patties? Hey-ho, I’ll see how it goes, and flows, later. Never a dull moment, (or any rest) for poor old Inchie!

I took the bucket with me to the wet room a1Mon01nd got it sanitised and cleaned, ready for tonight’s episode of: ‘Inchcock and his variable, lethal to moderate, Wee-wees!’ Should I snuff it overnight, would someone please have the vet check pon what killed me. Hahaha!

Constipation Conrad fooled me again as I was leaving the room, and I nipped back in and onto the Throne post-haste! But, it was a false alarm. Everything as solid as a rock again!

1Mon001WD 150.0.0 02 However, I did spot the right leg, had the spider and varicose veins bursting out all over this morning! They were even writing notes for me. A distinctive ‘S’, a ‘W’ and a ‘V’ were of interest.

Blimey, they looked a right mess this morning, well, the right leg did. More fluid-filled as well, I reckon. Hehe!

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WD 150.0.0 02 1Mon02Later in the morning, I had a look at the only leaflet the hospital gave me regarding the vein problems. This led me to investigate on the internet. Peripheral Neuropathy (Got-it!), increases the chance of Thrombophlebitis (Got-it!), Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis (Got-it!), Spider veins (Got-’em), Superficial venous thrombosis (phlebitis) (Got-it!), Chronic venous insufficiency (CVI-Got-it!), Iliac, Femoral, Saphenous, Popliteal and Tibial vein problems (Got-them all!). All of which can cause Bacterial or Viral Infections (Got-it!-Little Inchy!)

WD 150.0.0 02 This is because venous disease disrupts the normal flow of blood throughout the body, and all can lead to blood clots. Which can cut off the blood supply to nerves (Got-it!-Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters are dying), they told me that much when PN was diagnosed).

Note to Self; If you really want to depress yourself, keep looking things up on the web. If you can manage without having to assuage your natural curiosity, this is advised! Huh!

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1Mon03I poddled, in a slightly disconnected, uncoordinated state of mind, to the kitchen. I did the sphygmomanometer tests done. Sys 146, Dia 67, Pulse 79, Temperature was just reading ‘Low’. Odd how this works properly occasionally, then it goes back to just giving a low or high indication, again?

I got the medications taken, then I made a brew of the supremely tasty Thompsons Punjana tea. Delicious!

1Mon05aOnto the computer. Got the updating done for the Sunday blog. I checked the Emails and came across this gem to cheer me up further. Hahaha!

I saw a bit of Coronova-fun graphicalisationing could be had from this photo. I set to creating the mock newspaper graphic for the top of this page. Although not funny, being English, a sense of humour is not only recommended but vital, methinks. It took me a few hours to get it something like I wanted, but I did enjoy doing it. I hope it offends nobody.

Went on Pinterest with few photos. Sent the Email links. Then on Facebooking for a couple more hours. Then made up this template to use.

WD 150.0.0 02 I got in the wet room and started the ablutions. Did the teggies. Ah, a bit of a tale here. Could I find the toothpaste? No, I couldn’t! So, nipped into Junk-room number two, and got a tube out of the drawer. Back to the wet room, and did the teggies. Getting things ready for the shaving, I dropped the shaving foam can. It to an amazingly circuitous route and ended up behind the throne.

WD 150.0.0 02 I used the Jenny-supplied picker-upperer to retrieve the can. And saw the lost toothpaste down there as well! So I fetched the longer picker-upper from the main room and grabbed the tube, and a disposable-razor, that was lost weeks ago, came up with it! I really must get some help and have a proper clean up in the wet 1Mon05broom! Hahaha! How the razor got down there is a mystery, too. I took a photo of my legs. I had to doctor it with a courtesy-cover afterwards before using it in here. Only a tiny one, mind. I wanted to show that scar that came up last Monday, and has been there ever since? Wonder worrit is? Haha! The fluid retention is 1Mon06coming back I reckon.

The burn mark on the tummy has all but gone now.

WD 150.0.0 02 As I was cleaning the teggies, the door chimes rang out! It was Josie bringing back yesterday’s tray, plate and cutlery. I was not in a good position to concentrate; I’d slipped on the dressing gown, and it didn’t have a belt on it.

So as I was taking the tray and things from Josie, the damned ill-timed Involuntary right-legs did a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, and the gown came open, and I dropped the tray. I’m confident I got behind the door in time. I’m basing this assumption, on the fact that Josie did not laugh at me! The gal helped me pick the things up[ and asked if I was alright, bless her. She gave me some seedless grapes, she said she felt guilty me supplying and dong the meal every Sunday. Again, I said as long as you eat it and like it, that’s good enough for me, but I can’t recall thanking her, I felt bad about that.

WD 150.0.0 02 Back to the wet room and the dropsies. There were a lot of them today. But again I’d cheated the Sock-glide by not wearing any. No dizzies, no dropping the showerhead either, although the last of the carbolic was getting small now, and shot-off a few times. If you’ve never tried to pick up a small wet tablet of soap with the picker-upperer, its hard work! Hehehe!

I finished the ablutions eventually. And made up four small black bags and a box of recyclable stuff, and loaded the walker-trolley with them and went down to skips on the ground floor. I called at Josie’s on the way out and gave her the bottles of Fruit Shoot that are a little too sweet for me.

1Mon06aMy plan was to sneak outside and take some photographs. Cunning eh? I got the bags down in the chute room and caught the elevator to ground zero, with the cardboard box and a bag. A woman who was waiting to get in socially distanced herself well from me. I went through the caretaker’s (Who were not there) passage and out to the bins. But the bins were not there. So I put them with other peoples waste and shut the door locked behind me, as I had a trolley-guided hobble, taking some photographs en route.

I crossed Chestnut Walk and from the car park area, I took this snap of Woodthorpe Court

1Mon06bI spotted a wonder of nature. Well, they are for me. Some Daisies near the workmen’s porta-cabins.

All the wind that has been knocking them about, the lack of rain (never thought I’d say that, Hehe) And still they bloom against the odds!

1Mon06CI limped along until I was facing the main Winwood Court entrance, and took a photo of it. The only thing missing up until now for the pictures was people.

WD 150.0.0 02 A BMW with an exhaust pipe, it might have been a dual-fueled powered one, of course, was parked in the 1Mon07electric vehicle charging bay. Couldn’t see any connections linked to it.

This shot has the end of Winwood court to the left, and a rather imposing looking, Winchester Court on the right.

Again, no tellurians in view anywhere.

WD 150.0.0 02 As I turned to hobble back the way I’d come from, the ankle gave me such a sharp-paining! I had to stop, and pretend to be casually looking at the trees and bushes! Which I ended up doing, but dare not get the camera out, just in case the ankle gave way. Although it’s been good for so long now, I’d hoped that the problems with it were over. What a fool!

1Mon08I took a long time, well, it felt like it, but the hassle and weakness seemed to settle down. I was confident enough to press on again.

I stopped to take a picture of Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts. The sky was beautiful and the wind had dropped considerably since I’d left the building.

1Mon09aI hobbled to the far end of Chestnut Walk, and turned to take this wide shot, and guess what?

I caught two residents in the frame! At least I think they were.

Back into the Woodthorpe Court lobby, and I met Josie, as she was going to use the laundry room. We shared a word or two and a smile, and I went back up to the flat.

WD 150.0.0 a02 1Mon09bGot the three-wheeled trolley-guide into the corner. I just sucked at the cut knuckle that I caught on the door frame doing it. Humph!

I tried a few of the Indian seedless grapes as I made a brew, jolly-good, too!

I spent three more hours updating this blog. It was now three-hours beyond my usual head-down time.

Shattered mentally, I turned everything off and got some sarnies made for dinner. I was not going to risk cooking when I’m as tired as this.

See? See that? Common sense, from me!

1Mon10WD 150.0.0 a02 Off to get the fodder… and the ankle went over again! Grigglebonkcrap! Its been weeks, no, months since I used the ankle-strap, but I’m going to need it now. Oh, dear! I might leave it until morning when I might be more up for getting it fitted.

Such a decent day, and it has to end like this. I’m proper fed-up now!

Inchcockski – Sunday 24th May: A day of dilatoriness, delays and ditherings

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Sunday 24th May 2020

Azerbaijani: Bazar 24 May 2020

00 May 24 mix

TFZer May Gardeners

GM2green0504:00hrs: I woke up, for about the twentieth time, in imperative need of another wee-wee. I was out of the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner swiftly. I caught my balance, grabbed the stick, and hobbled over to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket).

WD 0.50.0 I found the bucket, too full to risk using again. And miraculously, I carried the bucket, and the walking stick, to the wet room, and arrived in time to avoid any leakages en route! A certain amount of smugness was gleaned from this little victory!

WD 0.50.0 I started off in a regular man’s standing position, the wee-wee was barely a trickle. Then I had to do a quick turnaround, and got seated on the Porcelain Throne, for the, (what I thought was) on-it’s-way evacuation! But no, things stopped part-way again, and the crossword book was utilised for many minutes, as I sat there wincing, before Constipation Konrad decided to reactivate and release items. Just as yesterday, a messy dollop that took several flushes to remove. And a heck of cleansing and medicating certain bodily area afterwards!

How many folks do you know, who wake, go for a wee, need a sudden dump, that sticks half-way. Toys with his crossword book for 15 minutes, waiting in pain before Constipation Konrad allows movement again. Then has to clean-up and treat Little Inchies fungal lesion (Nearly crying out in pain as he does so), then the same for Harold’s Haemorrhoids! Finally, get himself a quick wash. Good Heavens, it was an hour-plus by the time I’d done this little lot! I was ready for some sleep again! Hahaha!

Still, on the bright side, there were no trips, tumbles, Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun visits. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Duodenal Donald were trouble-free! Saccades Sandra was a smidge blurry at times. But, fair do’s, Anne Gyna was stabbing away, and Reflux Roger was bothersome. The worst thing at this moment is Toothache Tim was starting to ache a bit. Can’t win ’em all!

Off to the kitchen, took the BP, Sys 7Sun02155, Dia 69, Pulse 72 and temperature showing as just ‘Low’. Sys reading is a bit high. When I took the medications, I felt like having an extra pain-killer, to counter Toothache Tim. But with the rear-end passing problems, I’ve already been taking extra Codeine, and this may be contributing to the Constipation Konrads recent run of success in foulCo-Codamol3ing up my evacuations? After a little ponderisationing and circumlocutionary dithering, I decided to take only an extra Co-codamol. I’m not sure how I arrived at this decision, but I’m almost sure it made sense at the time. Maybe?

It must have been gone 06:00hrs now. I opened the unliked, unwanted, letting draughts and rain in, thick-framed, light and view-blocking, cannot be accessed for cleaning, designed by a photography hating designer, window in the kitchen, and took a couple of snaps of the morning’s cloudy skies.

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With an unnatural for me, turn of determination, I laughed at Nocodemus’s dying nerve-ends, and Shoulder Shuddering Sheila best efforts at disrupting my progress, and delay me further! I contemptuously sneered at their designs to deter me from my computerisationing! Admittedly, it took me far longer than usual to get the updating finished, but I mocked their (Nicodemus & Sheila’s) painful efforts, by not letting them get to me in the slightest! (It was as if someone else was in control of my mind?) Time for some Sanity-Testing, methinks! When I realised how I’d coped with the attacks, all calm and almost nonchalantly, the biggest swank-mode-ever came over me.

I went on Pinterest to post a few photos. Then checked the Emails and posted the link.

WD 0.50.0 As I went onto the WP Reader…

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And, as a testimony to my composure and restraint this morning. (I know, it’s a little rare!), I had no urge to question the parentage, abilities, greed, ridiculously sickening to ordinary working people salary, or bullying nature of Mr (No idea how to give a service that works – but I still get paid) Fries, at all. Honestly!

WDP 004bUnflappably, I just put the computer in sleep mode, and went and got two black bags made up, and limped to the waste chute with them. Returned to the apartment, and looked in the fridge to decide what to have for me nosh later on.

Not only that, but I made my choice! All logical-like, sensible and worked out! I will make Josies first, I’ll have some of the Iceland sausage burgers, make extra cheesy potatoes for Josie, and have them cold with the sausage pattie thingies in bread rolls, some tomatoes as well later on. I then planned Josie’s nosh. Cheesy spuds, gherkins, tomatoes, cheese discs, Tuna chunks in brine, mixed with some BBQ mayonnaise, garden peas and mackerel in mild chilli sauce.Clementine

Back to the computer, booted her up, and the internet was back working. I finished the WordPress reader perusing. Sent the links off for the blog, and got a can of the San Benedetto, Primo Spremtura Clementina juice from the fridge, and took a swig as I worked for an hour or so, CorelDrawing making a graphic to use on tomorrow‘s Inchcockski.

WDP 2aWD 0.50.0 Oh, by Cragknackles! That was a mistaka-to-maker! Toothache Tim was most annoyed with my stupidity in gulping down the biggest mouthful of the ‘Oh-so-cold, clementine drink! Now my new-found calmness and acceptance mode was changed immediately! Argh! I dare not try any more painkillers, so I had to grit my teeth! But, I was aware that it was my own silly fault! Schnook!

WD 0.50.0 I turned the computer to Sleep Mode and got on with Josie’s nosh. All went well. apart from taking a photo of the good-looking meal, with no Simcard in the Nikon, not realising until much later when I got around to, theoretically uploading it. My mood is sinking back toward the darkness, now! Oy, Vey!

Delivered the meal to Josie’s door. She asked if she could pay me, but I wasn’t having that! I told Josie, no need, as long as she likes it, then that’s enough for me! Bless her! 

I got on with updating this blog for a few hours. Oh, the wee-wees have died down now! Just thought I’d mention it, like. Hahaha!

And then, again…

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7Sun37I gave up, turned everything off, and tended to making up my own dinner. Got the sausage patties in the oven, dribbled with a drop of Hickory Garden peas in the saucepan, and cheesy mash on the plate with the tomatoes.

WDP 004WD 0.50.0 Unbelievable, now out of the blue, Dizzy Dennis is having a bash at me! He was worryingly persistent this time. The stomach began rumbling and grumbling, but no pain with it, just a tad uncomfy.

7Sun38Got the plastic plate piled up with pretty fodder, and poddled to the recliner to digest the decent looking pot-luck, potlatch. Overall Taste-Rating: 5/10.

WD 0.50.0 The sausage patties looked natty and appealing. But oddly with no smell coming from them when they came out of the oven? I should imagine, if I’d had patties made of paper-mache soaked for a week in stagnant 20/30 gearbox oil for a month or two, the taste would have been the same. Eurgh!

7Sun05Got the washing up done, and nipped to the wet room for freshen up. I took this photo of the just above the belly button burn mark, I got last night, and recall taking it to make up a funny idea I had for a graphic. But blown if I can remember what my idea was now! Something about a black hole?

The rumbling innards did not indicate any Porcelain Throne needs, though?

I got down in the recliner, to struggle to find sleep arriving. Tons of nod-offs, mind, that lasted a minute or so each time.

The damned ‘Hum’ became louder the longer I failed to nod off properly.

WDP 4leftMany get-ups for a wee-wee again. Not easy having so many, in my physical state. I’m concerned that the walking stick ferrules will wear down to a frazzle! Hehehe!

Take care folks, hope you are all coping ‘wiv-fings’ okay. TTFN!

Inchcockski – Sat 23 May: Bleak thoughts abounded, depression surrounded, the howling-wind sounded. Hey-Ho!

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Saturday 23 May 2020

Maori: Tarei 23 Mei 2020

00 May 23 Eve

May TFZers

Gm2purp0402:50hrs: Woke finding I had a touch of involuntary Clinomania. I must have nodded off five or six times, waking, nodding repeatedly. On the final awakening, the need for my use of the Porcelain Throne was made apparent, and a smidge of panic overcame me; with the belief that I would never make it to the bowl on time. Yet another change in circumstances, Trotsky Terence had retaken control over the innards!

The rigmarole of freeing my scarily-obesely stomached body from the recliner to the wet room was a rushed, bloody, painful and difficult excursion. (Little Inchies fungal lesion was flowing the red stuff)

WD 100.20.0 Things activated, by Trotsky Terence, I had no in part how things went, the moment I got seated. All over in seconds, but a mess like never before had to be sort and cleaned afterwards. The cistern did not cope with clearing things and had to be flushed a few times, and buckets of water added, to assist it! Cor Blimey, worra struggle!

WDP 03dWD 100.20.0 I was left with an acute stomach ache after the evacuation. But there was was no signs of it before. Grigglebogblowit! The cleaning and medicating of Little Inchies fungal lesion brought tears to my eyes! Tsk!

I hobbled to the kitchen, thinking how the feet and toes didn’t seem so bad this morning? I got the kettle on, and Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit, but no Whoopsies or Accifauxpas caused.

WD 100.20.0 I got the medications out and realised I’d not taken last night’s doses, (Well, I never, what a shock, me Forgetting something? Hehehe!) So I took them, and made a point to try and remember to take the morning ones belatedly, later on. During the ten-minutes or so that I was in the kitchen, I had to utilise the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), twice! Both were of the HLSBS (Hosepipe-Like-Short-Blasting-Splashback) style. I took the bucket with me to the computer, confident that it would be needed again soon. No doubt about it, the intestines were going to make me suffer today, with Trotsky Terence, and now Wee-Wee Willy going into overdrive!

6Sat01I sat to get the computer going, and two things registered with the grey-cell box. The feet and toes started stinging ‘after’, I’d sat down and taken my weight off of them? Secondly: The volume of the annoying mystery ‘Hum’ from outside, as so loud, I got up and checked to see if the fire brigade had an engine going outside!

6Sat04

As I stepped into the balcony pod, I heard the windows rattling, and yet there didn’t seem much wind when I opened one to take the Chestnut Walk shot, the ‘Hum’ was viciously powerful!

WD 100.20.0 Then I needed another Wee-wee! This one was a tad different. Of the STSBDWTE (Slow-To-Start-But-Didn’t-Want-To-End) variety. Again, after the release, the stomach began to sting and rumble?

I made-up the template, then made a start on this blog, thus far. Then began updating the Friday blog. Which, in between taking a variety of frequent types and colour-moded wee-wees, I got finished! Despite Shoulder-Shuddering Shirley doing her best to delay me. Naughty Shirley!

I Pinterested some photos, went on the WordPress reader, then on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. Another wee-wee, and off to get the stand-up Ablutions sorted out.

WDPC6Sat05What an absolutely cheer-making, super-duper, crackerjack, unbelievable, corking, almost bleeding, Whoopsiedangleplop and Accifauxpa-free session!

Colin Cramps kicked off as I began to get the soaking flannel out of the sink. But even this only lasted a few minutes, and he was off and gone! Smugness Mode Coming On! 

WDPbbsBCleaning the teeth, I began to think that I had slipped back in time somehow, and did not have the stroke, Peripheral Neuropathy, Toothache, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, Ane Gyna, Reflux Roger or Shaking Shaun at all!

None of these bothered me for the duration of the ablutions! Definitely a Smug-Mode Approaching!

WDPH01LThe teeth cleaning was completed without any droppings, or gum bleeding! Fair enough, the shaving did bring a few of both, but still just two knicks and three razor dropsies. The washing of the skinny limbed, whacking great flobby-bellied torso and legs as far as I could reach, produced only one minor bruise. I dropped the soap and clouted my head on the sink as I went down to retrieve it. You can’t win ’em all!

The drying off went without any bother, nothing knocked over, no Dennis Dizzies or Nicodemus’s nerve-end use loss! (Come on, I must be either dead or dreaming this!)

WDP 2Now, when it came to the medicating, I was expecting the ailments to produce painful, pestering-predicaments and perhaps the odd agonistic moment. But, No! Even Little Inchies removal of the crusted blood, produced next to no blood when the usually horrendously hurtful applicating of the Daktacort was done, there was hardly any stinging at all! I wanted to cry with joy, laugh out loud… But how can this happen? To me, with my luck? Better make the most of it, I thought!

WDP 20193AWD 100.20.0 Then, and it had to happen. Getting the PPs on, I lost my balance, went over backwards, bounced off of the door, and fell on the shower chair and Sock-Glide! I let myself get overconfident with all the none accidents happening? Getting back up, was at that time, an impossibility. The back of the head and right shoulder took most of the impact, but I soon realised I could not get to the wristlet alarm to call for help, at least for a while until I regained my equilibrium. (Is that the right word? I’ll look it up later)

However, minutes later things, well I did, felt much better, and I was glad I couldn’t get to the alarm. Calling for help and not needing it, ‘Crying-Wolf’ is not a good thing to commit. As things came together, I realised I could have reached the picker-upperer (That Jenny donated to me when I broke my other one, Tsk!), I keep it in the wet room, and from where I lay, could have used it to get the wristlet. (I’m glad I didn’t think of it earlier).

I did use it, to grab the walking stick, and in a bit of a messy Heath Robinson style, and after some faffing about, I got back up to a semi-perpendicular stance.

6Sat05aAmazingly, the miracles of this morning had not finished. For after cleaning up the chair and glide, and checking myself over, the only part of my anatomy giving me any real grief was the shoulder, and both Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna had kicked off. Could have been so much worse! The legs were fine, although the feet and toes were stinging.

I wondered for a moment, had all the ailments got together, and agreed to lay-off of me this morning, on purpose? To get me into a confident mood it which I’d leave myself open for a guaranteed Whoopsiedangleplop? Hehehe! Only kidding about thinking that. Well…

I think I will check to see if I can6Sat08 pay for, if available, a fully waterproof wristlet alarm, that I can wear when washing or showering, just in case this happens again. Off to the kitchen, and took this photograph of the beautiful sky outside. I think I’ve been lucky this morning, and there can’t be a lot of it left. The wind is terrible again, howling!

6Sat09I made a brew and remembered to do the morning medications I’d forgotten about earlier. I think the HP readings were good, considering what I’d just gone through. The thermometer worked for once, showing a 33.3° I must say the tastes nice in these mugs that Jenny gave me ♥.

6Sat11Back to the computer, Duodenal Donald calming down now.

I got an email from Iceland, telling me to check the email to see changes. So, I did. There was only the Wholemeal Deli Rolls that will be short-delivered, and I have no worry over that.

6Sat10I checked on the Amazon email. Now it tells me that the Clementine juice is expected to be delivered twixt today and Tuesday? No tracker on it, though? Suspicions aroused! But I can go to the site on Wednesday for a refund? Mmm?

6Sat12The intercom rang, luckily I was on my way for yet another wee-wee, and I heard it. T’was the Iceland delivery arriving.

I nipped to the window and took this shot of the van, I’ve no idea why, but it seemed worth it at the time?

6Sat13The chap arrived, and asked me how I put up with all the noise? Which confused me a tad. I got the bags into the kitchen. In there, I realised what he was talking about with the noise. Someone is drilling something somewhere close by. But it didn’t sound too loud to me, of course since the chap mentioned it, I hear it all the more. Hehehe!

6Sat18aThere seemed a lot of things on that order. So, I went through them and soon realised I was going to have problems with getting all the items in the freezer. And a bit of ingenuity was going to be needed if I was to get them into the available space.

I had to take some products out of their boxes, to free-up some space. The orange lollies, the quarter-pounder beefburgers, (already in the freezer), and the Whitefish fillets in crispy batter.

This was a messy and fiddly job. The worst part of it, I had to throw away a half-packet of Sweet potato fries to make enough space for the incoming food. But, I thought it was a good idea, and felt semi-proud of my resourcefulness in the cunning plan.

As you can see in the picture, the refrigerator and freezer could take no more.

There was not even room to get one more lollipop in! So I ate it! Hahaha!

In the bottom drawer, I felt the bag of Petit Pois slit as I crammed it into the corner.

Odds are, I’m going to forget this, and in a couple of days, I’ll go into this freezer and just grab at them, and have a right mess on my hands to clear up? Mind you, I might remember… nae, no chance!

I reckon the noise that’s just started again will be Herbert. It’s start-stop with long periods of grinding. I wonder what he’s making?

The next photo is one I accidentally took not knowing. Haha!

I turned my attention to the fridge items next, and there were only a few of them. Chicken thighs, that spread, got to be butter, but it’s not, pork and pickle mini-pork pies and some Richmond skinless sausage. I only ordered these, cause I’d not seen any for ages, and it’s been many years since I ate any.

Then I got the bits in the cupboards. Instant mash with cheese and chives, mint bikkies, Cheesy Cheddar biscuits, black waste bags and kitchen towels. I also ordered (apparently), a bag of ‘Wasabi Assorted Nibbles’, whatever they are.

6Sat20If anyone in the flats would like them, first come, first given. I’ll take a photo of them, so you know what they are. Hang on a tick! Here they are.

I don’t know what I meant to order, but not these. Judging by the ingredients, they might be too spicy for my tastes. Wasabi peas (40%) Whatever they are? Starch, sugar, salt, Chilli, Horseradish, Garlic, Glucose, Capsicum and many more on the packet label. I’ll hang onto them for a few days. I don’t like throwing food away, but they are not my cup of tea, I’m sure.

6Sat19I got things cleared and went to go back on the computer, I opened the balcony door, which proved to be a bad idea. The wind howled through from balcony to the kitchen; or the other way around. I thought I’d better close the kitchen windows, they were only just ajar. I had to laugh, even if I hit my poorly shoulder on the door frame, when the kitchen roll on the dispenser, hit me in the face! Har-har! Blown by the wind! Fortunately, there was not much of roll left, but the wind had unwound all of it.

And I read about people who are getting bored with their isolating? I could do with a bit of bored! Giggle-laugh!

6Sat20The injured shoulder was getting a bit more bothersome, so I made a brew, and took an extra Codeine 60mg. I’ll skip the evening one, don’t want to take too many.

I pondered over what to have for nosh later. After much differing, procrastination and faffing about, I decided on battered fish on the bread rolls, with tomatoes, a lemon mousse to follow, then maybe even, an orange sucker? By gum, I lead a good life!

6Sat21Back again top the computing. The warm williwaw winds were still howling. I shut the balcony door, but could still hear it. It must be bad for anyone with good hearing.

I tended to getting the fish cooked for the roll sarnies.

WD 100.20.0 Oh, very dearie me! Taking the tray of fish out of the oven, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters let me down, and I dropped the tray. Boggleknappers! I pushed my body forwards, trapping the tray between my stomach and the oven… amazingly, more worried about losing the battered fish than any injury.

WD 100.20.0 ac I grabbed at the few fish lumps from the floor to retrieve them, hitting my already injured shoulder against the stove. Inspected the food, and decided it would do, and began to put the salvaged fodder on the plate… Argh! The message had belatedly got through to the brain, that I had burnt my wobbly-over-fleshed tummy! Hahaha!

Got the Germolene in action. I’ll take a photo later (I did, but not until the morning).

6Sat24WD 100.20.0 In the melee, I forgot about taking the evening med’s Klutz! I was more interested in the delightful looking feast awaiting my attentions on the plate! I had a borborygm on me. Battered Basa fish balls, and Whiting fillets in crispy batter. All I had with them was tomatoes and some white cobs.

ClementineA can of the San Benedetto, Prima Sremitura Clementina drink. What a mouthful! Haha!

I watched an old (1996) Euro football match, twixt England and Spain. It was very depressing, realising than Englan still play in the same, error-ridden style nowadays. Well, they will I hope, after the, and if the Coronavirus is beaten.

I kept nodding off, of course. And boy, did I have a thirst on me! During the match, I drank the Clementina and two bottles of made-up spring water and orange cordial. Then fetched a drink of milk from the fridge!

I did the pots. The wind was still blowing heavily, as I turned off the computer, and got settled in the second-hand, c1968, not working, broken by Zyrophobia suffering, supercilious Brother-in-law Pete, when flat-searching, finding and taking my valuables. At the same time, I was the hospital after the stroke, and the thought storms began.

7Sun04cI’d got a thin quilt over my naked, anaemic, ailment tortured, aching, phenomenally heavy and flobby-stomached body. But it had to come off, the fibre on the material was catching of the overgrown Howard Hughes-like painful toenails.

WD 100.20.0 6Sat28But thankfully, my growths are not that bad… yet! I must try again to find someone to cut the nails for me. I’ll inquire (if I can get an answer this time), at the Sherwood Health Centre on Elmswood Gardens to see if they are open for feet treatment again after the lock-down.

WD 100.20.0 I spent ages trying to get-off to kip. But eventually did… but had to keep getting up for wee-wees!

Globdangleristions!

Inchcock Today – Friday 22nd May 2020: Confusion and befuddlement mostly today

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2020 ttttMay22

Friday 22nd May 2020

Luxembourgish: Freideg 22 Mee 2020

00 May 22 Sandie

TFZer: Tree House Sandie Lentz ♥

GM L 0.0.130bl02:35hrs: Once again, I awoke, with a vagueness, an opacity of thought. Yet within a few moments, lucubrations started forming, plans laid and made, ideas considered within my grey-cells. My clinomania encouraged me to remain laid there, on the recliner. Thinking, planning, but without any logicality or precision. Which didn’t last for very long though.

I felt the cold draft coming in from the balcony door I had left open. The brain reckoning stopped. The need to escape the warm clutches of the quilt, and get up to close the door took priority. I was being sensible and taking my time in getting up, but the cool breeze, made me throw caution to the wind. I was fortunate in getting up, grabbing the four-pronged walking stick, making my way to the door and shutting it to, then needing an urgent wee-wee! All, without any toe-stubbings, dizzies or knocking over anything from the Ottoman! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

WD 0.0.0 (1) To the wet room and had a totally different style of wee-wee this morning. A first, a new style! Oh, yes! A PAVCT (Painful-And-Various-Coloured-Trickling) wee-wee! Amazing, it started off orange, then cream, and the last few trickles 5Fri02were a cloudy-grey! Crunggleisations!

WD 0.0.0 (1) I did notice the right-knee seemed to have gone out of sync, deformed a bit? But, t’ was of little concern, as there was no pain from it, apart from the Arthur Itis usual. Then I thought, are NN’s (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters) out of actions again, not passing the nerve-ends messages to the brain, and will I get electric-shock like pains if it does belated get the information across? Tsk! 

WD 0.0.0 (1) Perhaps, it could be a dirty-great giant alien worm lava, whose egg had been laid in my body, and was fighting his way out? Or a mutation of the Coronavirus? Maybe NN’s have died altogether, I have multiple broken bones, and don’t know it because the neurotransmitters are kaputt? Hahaha!

And to think, the Government is working to keep people busy so they don’t get bored being stuck at home, Hah! Never get time for a dull moment here!

Ah, my uneducated but fertile mind kicked into silly-gear: If there is a way to pass on Peripheral Neuropathy to folks, then let them have a stroke, and they will not be bothered about the virus then. They’ll have enough on their plate just getting through day-to-day? And, what am I ranting on about?

5Fri03Off to the kitchen, and got my breakfast. The BP Sys was down from yesterday, which was encouraging.

WDP 002WD 0.0.0 (1a) I was washing the mugs and mixing bowl in the sink, and got a visit from Shoulder Shuddering Shirley. Which moved my arm under the running hot water tap – the nerves were working then, cause it made me jump, and whip my arm away from the water; hitting the back of my hand on the corner of the bread bin. Broggleknockersworth!

To the computer, and made up a template. Then started to update the Thursday blog. Got the post sent off, emailed the link and went on Pinterest. Stopped to make a brew. Back to the computer, onto the comment section on WordPress. Tim Price informed me that he’s had a link talk to someone at WordPress, and they are going to force the new block editor on everyone. But there should be a way within the programme’s workings, of going back to the old editor. Ha! Me, learn how to do that?

Then I spent an inordinately long time on TFZer Facebooking, happily! Then set off to get the ablutions done.

5Fri04WD 0.0.0 (1) The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. The evacuation was similar to the last two days ones. Start, blocked, do the crossword book, suffer the pain, appreciated it when things start again, and finish the session, with an exclamation of pain and relief!

5Fri05WD 0.0.0 (1) I did spot some new blood spots or papules on the left leg as I was crosswording. Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court. The ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, karakia-cursing entities. The materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, and manifestations. That permeate, pass through the pores and 5Fri06interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission? 

Hey-ho!

5Fri007cHowever, not-withstanding and apart from that, the ablution session was one of the best for months! One knick shaving, only five dropsies, and three of them were the min-soap tablet. No stubbed toes, not knocking anything off of the floor cabinet… no sorry, I did knock off the Daktacort cream, sorry about that inaccuracy. Olive oiled the ear-drums, Germoloided the piles, and Saccades Sandra’s drops in the eyes. Washed the spectacles, and went through the unpleasurable, delicate, always painful job, of treating Little Inchies fungal lesion

I got myself smelling half-decent, medicated things and got some clothes on. I made up two small black waste-bags and hobbled to the chute room with them.

4Thu15Back to the apartment, suddenly remembering I had some of the San Benedetto Prima Spremtura Clementina (Clementine juice) arriving today, 24x 300ml cans. I have to say, I adore the taste. Not too fizzy, not too sweet, but I find them very refreshing.

I looked at the Amazon tracker (right), but it seems like it’s going to be a late delivery, this time. It hasn’t even reached the dispatch yet, let alone out for delivery!

I suppose this means another miserable night for Inchcock! Globberations! I’ll have to not watch telly, cause I have to use the headphones, and cannot hear the Intercom or door chimes when I have them on. So, it’ll mean me staying up and trying to stay awake long enough, and I do get grumpy with myself when I am prevented from sleeping. It’s hard enough to drop off as it is. But, you can be sure tonight, I’ll nod off after staying up so many extra hours waiting for the cans to arrive. Still, serves me right for ordering them. Hahaha! Grumblegollocks!

I’ve still got a few left in the fridge if anyone fancies popping over? Tsk! Oh, I forgot, I’m not allowed visitors, cause of my High-Risk status! Clapbogsworthyness!

Ah, well, I’d better get on with doing some more graphicationalisationing then.

5Fri08WD 0.0.0 (1) Gawd, it’s going so slowly, Shoulder Shuddering Sheila, and Dizzy Dennis are the main culprits. Only got three graphics done, and I’m about to give up.

I came across some disturbing news while searching for facts for the blog. Nottingham is bucking the trend on Coronavirus and has had an increase in infection and hospitalisations.

Oh, dear!

5Fri09So late now, but I dare not nod-off, or I may miss the deliveryman. I’ll have a look at the tracker, hang on a sec…

WD 0.0.0 (1) Blimus! It’s not moving at all, over three hours ago, the tracker reads the same! Not even reached the despatch warehouse. No way it’ll get here before 20:00hrs. Gits!

I wish they’d just tell me it’s not going to make it today! But no! Muggins here has to stay up, just in case it does. No chance to listen to the TV or radio. I’m bound to nod off and not know if it has been or not! But if the dispatch is in Leeds, how can they make it tonight? I do not want or need the stuff today. Initially, they told me it would arrive twixt 18th > 20th… I may have got myself in a muddle here, I’ll have a look at the calendar.

5Fri10WD 0.0.0 (1) Well, I made a right cock-up over the dates! Brambackleshittums! Cracklepackers and Blockstooum!

According to the last eta given me, they are due next Thursday, Friday or Saturday?

I’m so confused now, but it definitely says arriving today by 8 PM on the tracker!

I’ve got to stay awake somehow, but fear it will not happen. I wonder if Amazon has made an error somehow? Or, has the lorry broke-down? Or the driver been arrested? Perhaps Aliens have landed fancying a drink?

Just had another decker at the Tracker, still not moved at all. I could spit! Why me every time? I’m not a bad or naughty boy! Hehehe! Sodwrangles!

I just went to put the kettle on, and the trees in the bottom field and along Chestnut Walk, look in danger of being uprooted! So violent was the wind!

Amazon arrived? It was to Thompsons Punjabi tea, 6 boxes! Marvellous!

5Fri13

5Fri09But most confusing. According to the Amazon email, it was the Clementine drinks that should be coming?

I did another tracker check. Obviously, the San Benedetto was not going to arrive. A mistake had been made by someone other than me for once, Amazon!

WD 0.0.0 (1) As I was putting away the tea bags in junk-room-two, Dizzy Dennis caught me out as I was stretching to reach the drawers, and over I went. Luckily, there was not enough room between the boxes that had been waiting five years to get sorted out all over the room, which broke my fall!

WD 0.0.0 (1) As I struggled to get near something solid to support me in getting back up and haul my onerous body from the floor, I could not reach the stick from where I landed. So, crawling through the rubbish to retrieve the stick… I found what I had done several searches for last week, but couldn’t find – Two packets pf Thompsons Punjana tea bags! I did feel a fool! Well, I’m stocked up for life now on the best tea bags in the world (Well, my favourites), Glengettie (Nine packs x80), Glengettie Gold (Two packs x80), and these, the best of the three, Punjana! (Eight packs x80).

5Fri11A perfect overloaded stock, suitable for a sinensophile, come tea-sommelier as me. Hehehe! But the confusion caused by all the wrong indications and dates from Amazon’s emails will probably mean I won’t live long enough to drink them all. But, I’ll do me bestest!

Got some Hickory in the beans and franks in each saucepan. There had to be something wrong with the new Hickory, and I soon found out what it was. It states clearly that a good shaking of the bottle is needed before use every time.

WD 0.0.0 (1) Well, the seal and cap on the bottle leaked when I shook it! Shame, cause it is a great tasting flavouring. It didn’t half take some getting off of my hands though. It went on the jammie bottoms and stomach too. Tsk!

5Fri14Nosh at last. Baked beans and German Franks with Hickory, a few mini-tomatoes, three small slices of bread, a lemon mousse and the Clementine drink for afters.

Taste-Rating: 9.2/10 Highly acceptable!

I got the pots soaking afterwards and settled down to a disturbing evenings rest. I wasn’t sure if the San Benedetto would or should be arriving, so I tried to stay awake a little longer…

ZZZ!

Inchcock – Thurs 21 May 2020: Intimidated by inscrutableness, insanity and indetermination. Hehehe!

May21

2019 Tnov 03

Thursday 21st May 2020

Croatian: Četvrtak, 21 Svibnja 2020

00 May 21 Eve

GM 0.30.0WD 0.45.0 03:10hrs: Cor blimey, what a topsy-turvy shambolic, fragmented, state of mind I woke-up in! Thought-Storming, one second I was full of hope and confidence, another thought path, and I was down and dejected. Fears and worries floated into the grey-cells, and apprehensions took the lead. My doubts, insecurity, then self-consciousness ruled the roost. All these emotions seemed to be fulgurating, fighting for superiority over each other in my temporarily warped brain? Maybe I had been having a bad dream? I cannot remember.

WDP 3dLNot exactly like magic, but suddenly, as the need for a wee-wee arrived, a clarity of sentience and semi-lucidity returned, and the diurnal battle to get out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, not working, rickety recliner began. And I won, hands down this morning! Sanctimonious-Mode-Adopted!

There was no toe-stubbing, no dropping back into the chair, no loss-of-balance, no knocking anything off of anywhere. Saccades Sandra, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, no Dennis Dizzy bother either. With a distinctive swagger of the head, I made my way to the wet room.

Please don’t think things were pain-free; they haven’t been that since the Stroke. Arthur Itis, the feet and toes, and Anne Gyna were making sure I suffered this morning. Might as well see the funny-side, Hahaha!

WD 0.45.0 As I got in the door, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I thought urgently, so down on the raised plastic seat… I passed the wee-wee of an LDSSM (Long-Dribbling-Spraying-Splashing-Marathon) variety. But the evacuation from the rear, yet again back in full control Constipation Konrad, went back to the part-4Thu10release, a blockage, and just sit in agony waiting for the motion to restart! Silver-Lining-Found: The crossword book was utilised, and despite the ‘I think-I-might-burst-open pains, I got a few clues answered. When the evacuation restarted, at the behest and control of Constipation Konrad, the pinnacle-of-pain was endured. Eyaabuggerit-Gargh!

4Thu01I will have to ring the surgery to ask for advice over these repetitively, and harrowing episodes on the Throne. I got things cleaned up and medicated. New PP’s on, off to the kitchen. Silver-Lining-Found: Not so much bleeding as I had anticipated from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.

At least the plates and toes were looking less inflamed. Still, stinging, of course, and very pale again. No doubt, the Silver-Lining Found here, was the reduction in the Clopidogrel-allergy scars and lumps.

4Thu02I got a sachet of Macrogol powders ready. Took the sphygmomanometer readings: Sys 157 (a little high perhaps?) Dia 79, Pulse 71, and the temperature just showed up as ‘High’ on the not working-right, thermometer. Made brew of Glengettie tea, injected the hypo of Enoxaparin then took the medications for breakfast.

4Thu03aWhile pottering around, I made a graphic with the new donated mugs, that I named during the Porcelain Throne marathon. The old plain white one as well. Why you ask?

The answer to that; would be plain and simple bonkersness! I’m losing it again. Hehe!

4Thu03I checked the kitchen for taps left on, lights, and the stove was safe.

A few moments later, some drilling and banging started, boy, was it loud and close by! But I could not identify where it came from at that time, it felt like it from all around the flat on the same level?

I started updating the Wednesday blog, and went on the Googlemail checking something, and found an email from Jenny. Hopefully, Morrisons will allow me and have in stock, the tissues for Jenny. Got them on the list though.

4Thu13

4Thu03cI took a photo from the balcony, on the left here. At long last, I got the Wednesday post finished. Emailed the link. Pinterested some snaps. Replied to a massive list of comments (Both of them). Then onto TFZer and Winwood Facebooking. By the time I’d finished, I thought I could my hair growing again. Went on the WordPress reader section.

Then I got a reminder email, from Iceland about the priority hour for orders. So I made one up.

4Thu11WD 0.45.0WD 0.45.0A Then, I tended to my ablutioning duties. As I was cutting my gums and doing the teeth cleaning, the loud drilling noise returned, and it shook the things in the wet room, including me! I had to turn off the radio. Because the combined noise meant that if the Amazon chap arrived with the Hickory delivery or the Nurse for the blood-taking, I wouldn’t be able to hear them when they used the intercom.

Which meant my rushing the cleaning duties a little, causing a few Accifauxpas along the way. I ended up with three cuts to the gums, two nicks shaving, a tumble in the shower and several dropsies. But it could have been worse! Silver-Lining Search Result. Hahaha!

As I was drying off, ready to do the medicationalisationing, the noise stopped for a bit.

4Thu06I’ve no idea why, unless it was the heat and moisture? But, the old Heart Op scares seemed more prominent.

The pins (legs) looked a lot betterer, though. The feet and toes were still bad, I must ask Deana if she knows of any Podiatrists still working.

WD 0.45.0 I nearly dropped the camera when taking the leg shot. With having to use one hand to lift a certain appendage up so it did not show on the photo, and using the other hand to operate the Panasonic, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters let me down for the first time today! Unlucky? Me? Yes! But I’m not going to complain, the ailments are not too bad at all, overall.

WD 0.45.0 As I left the wet room, to get some clothes to put on, the landline rang out and flashed! Tsk! I know I’m twelve-floors up, but with the balcony door wide open, one gets the feeling that walking around naked is not a good idea! I answered the phone, and it was Sister Jane. Who, on being advised of my current clothing-not-on status, said she’d ring back later.

WDPh 01WD 0.45.0A Back to the wet room to medicate, and freshen up certain areas of my gargantuanly massive and flobby-bellied body. Put the Saccades Sandra drops in, Olive-oiled the ears, and the noise of the drilling suddenly came back on. I dropped the olive oil pot, and it broke! AS I cleaned the mess up, the drilling stopped again. Humph! Then I Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s knees and Craig Cramp’s wrists and as best I could get to them, the ankles.

Now fully clothed, pissed-off, and in pain from Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald, with all the bending I had to do, I skulked off to the kitchen to make a brew before Jane rang back. The drilling noises started again. So, I took some Codeine 30g, to hopefully ease the pains from the tumble in the shower, and having to get down on my knees and back up to clean the dropped olive oil.

4Thu12I got the Hickory delivery parcel, of two bottles, opened. I hope this brand is strong. The Stubbs one was so expensive. These two bottles cost me £14 quid! But this is chaper than the Stubbs, but that was good… I’m getting tired now and all confused.

4Thu07Silver Lining Search Results: But at least it was a bit of much-needed exercise, I suppose. And the noisy drilling had stopped again. Ee, by gum, worra life!

I took a picture from the kitchen window, one of the beautiful afternoon sky.

4Thu09As I had a perusal of the scene below, I spotted an ambulance on-site, on Chestnut Walk.

WD 0.45.0 Oh, dear! It as parked close toe the EXtra-Care Winwood Court as well. I just hope whatever they are here for, is not anything too serious.

WD 0.45.0 The drilling and banging noise made me jump again as it started off. Sounds like it is coming from Josie’s apartment this time? Certainly somewhere close, anyway.

The landline rang and flashed as Sister Jane rang me back as promised. We had a nice chinwag and laugh for ages. I was a little concerned, cause she didn’t tell me off until she’d been on the phone for twenty minutes. Hahaha! I’ll try to ring her tomorrow.

WD 0.45.0 Then, well into the afternoon now, at long last, eventually, I got started on this diary for today!

4Thu24I had to get some fodder sorted, very late now. Chips of some sort, and ham and tomato breas thins sandwiches sounded a good idea to me.

I soon had the food on the plate, and satiated my allotriophagy. Even though the chips were disappointingly bland, I gave this efforts 6.5/10 for a Flavour-Rating.

I remember washing the pots, and although obviously a lot of things happened afterwards, I can recall nowt until waking up in the mornings, to many signs and clues to guess at what took place.

Worra a life!

Inchcockski – Wed 20 May 2020: An Unglefrogwoggling sort of day. Hehehe!

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2020 ttttMay20

Wednesday 20th May 2020

Afrikaans: Woensdag 20 Mei 2020

00 May 20 Julie Fr

TFZer Gardeners

GM BrownL01:00hrs: I stirred from my short, disturbed slumber, finding myself in a perky mood. Unnatural, this was, for elegiac Inchcock.

I slowly worked through my body, assessing where I could, the state of the ailments.

The head: Saccades Sandra was not overly affecting the eye-sight. No headaches. Fair enough!

WD 50.0.0 Neck & Shoulders: The persistent of late, Shuddering Shoulder  Shirley was twitching a bit, I’m not sure if she was dying down from a nocturnal attack, or building up ready for a morning assault. A little dubious about this; hopefully, she’ll not get any worserer. The stiffness from last night in the neck was a lot easier. Silver-Lining?

WD 50.0.0 Arms-Hands-Fingers: The left-hand-side was normal. The right with its Peripheral Neuropathy and stroke side-effects were a twitching elbow. Nicodemus’s dying Neurotransmitters. Had left me with some lack of touch-sensation (I must take care when I go for a wee-wee or make the tea, Hehehe!) Anne Gyna, was giving out some mild spasmodic prodding across the chest, but nowhere near as acute as yesterday. Duodenal Donald was still asleep I think, best not to disturb him. Silver-Lining?

WD 50.0.0 The innards were mildly rumbling. Something brewing in there? Reflux Roger was at full belt from when I first woke-up. I reckon the valve is stuck open at the moment, cause he’s causing a bit of pain, which is unusual. I’m confident once I get a cuppa and bite to eat, things should improve, very acidy taste in the mouth and throat this morning.

Good news, no bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion. And no wet and warm feelings from the PPs, regarding Harold’s Haemorrhoids! Fantwonderfulski! Silver-Lining?

Down to the legs, and I stood up to bear the weight of my short-plump-flobby, overly-sized drooping stomached body, on the legs and feet. Argh! The souls of the plates were a lot less painful than they were yesterday morning! Goodski! Silver-Lining?

3Wed02WD 50.0.0 But, Rheumatoid Arthur Itis’s knees were the opposite, grindingly, searingly hurtful. Can’t win ’em all! The old ankle ulcer scar seems to have gotten biggerer overnight? The overgrown toenails were stinging a bit as soon as the weight got onto the legs.

I think the body overall, had a smidge more colour to it, Silver-Lining? Then again, I am colour blind.

WD 50.0.0 Thinking it was a bit nipper this Mittenwoch morning, I put on the thin dressing gown. Then realised I’d left the balcony door wide open all night, so I closed it. Seeing the view outside as I did it, I got the camera, took a shot of the pins (above), before, I took a couple of photos from the balcony.

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3Wed06WD 50.0.0A I was so pleased to be able to get back into the balcony to take some photographs. (Thanks, to Obergruppenführer, Prima Ballerina, and Warden Deana) In my excitement, I forgot about the damned metal-spring retaining clip, that needs to be pushed to bend, and pulled to open at the same time. Of course, Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters failed at just the most inopportune moment, and I now have a tiny, but painful blood-blister on my thumb! Arglebonkangony!  

I got carefully, to the wet room for a wee-wee, no demands for the Porcelain Throne yet. Had the EBSC (Energetic-But-Short-Painless-Cloudy) wee-wee, and got the kettle on. Took the medications, olive-oiled the earholes. Rubbed some Phorpain Gel on the knees, and took an extra Codeine 30g, and to the computer.

VirFail01bWD 50.0.0 Botted her up, and the first job, got a template done. Not only did I have to contend with the attentions of nasty-nerd, Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters failing, and Shuddering Shirley, the shoulder shaker, which was so frustrating, but also the Liberty-Global Virgin Media crappy service! (Who pay their I lost hours, the internet kept going down and slow repeatedly. With the ailments causing me to lose more time, in correcting and checking everything so often! Blanglebotherations!

Mike Fries is Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global. This article on his salary, I found on Forbes site.

3Wed07

Telegraph: The boss of Virgin Media owner Liberty Global faces shareholder protests this week after receiving payment and bonuses of more than a quarter of a billion dollars since acquiring the cable operator six years ago. Mike Fries’ total remuneration last year topped $33m (£26m), nearly double the prior year, despite a 40pc slump in the company’s share price. I bet he got more than my 98p interest on his personal account last year!

And still, despite the fortune he gets, (note I didn’t say earns!) he can’t supply a block of Warden-aided apartments in Sherwood Nottingham, with even an imitation of a reliable internet service! I’m not surprised! Just look at him. He’s the appearance of a Mafiosa boss, to me? Mind you, he’s good looking. Haha!

3Wed08Note, the threatening, ‘It’s your fault’ pointing finger? The grand service I had from the then, Richard Branson owned and ran Internet service, is much lamented. It has been crippled and destroyed since Fries mob took it over. But I’m not jealous, oh, no! The saddest part is the service is still better than the one I had when I used BT (British Telecom) years earlier.

Sorry about that, I got carried away a bit there.

Things settled on the internet problems, just the odd going off-line for few seconds every now and then. Humph! I got the update finished at last. Went on the WordPress Reader section. And I made a start on this post.

Got as far as to here, and went on the TFZer Facebooking. Spent an hour and a half on it.

Stopped, put Computer Colette in sleep mode, and went off to get the Ablutions done. Still no signs of needing the Porcelain Throne?

A genuinely successful session, with few Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas! Yee-Ha! A handful of dropsies, no toe-stubbings and only one nick shaving, and I came across the missing tube of toothpaste (It had somehow dropped of the toilet cistern, under the WC), but I did lose, or couldn’t find the after-shave anywhere? Well pleasing!

3Wed10aI made up the box of recyclable materials, then three bags for the chute.

I used the three wheel-walker guide to carry them to the waste chute room. Dropped them down, and returned to the lift, and down to the caretakers’ room.

3Wed11I had a peep out of the small window in the link passage, that shows part of Woodthorpe Grange Park, at the rear of the building.

Then I dropped the box in the caretaker’s passageway. Had a bit of a struggle to get the door opened on my way back to the lift foyer.

3Wed012aI had a perusal of the notice boards but did not see anything new on them to be of any interest to me.

 Then to the end near the main foyer door. The place was looking a bit tatty, but that’s because of the Coronavirus stopping the upgrading work.

WD 50.0.0 3Wed12 (2)Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit at this point. A bad one, but short-lived, thankfully. Conveniently placed, the wall was utilised for a second or two. Hehehe!

I remained where I was to give things time to get back to normal. Well, I say normal? Hahaha! I turned back and took a shot of the 3Wed13even gloomier looking lift lobby. I entered the main lobby area, knocking my arm against the door frame, uttered a couple of curse-words, and stood still for a few minutes, as I got the feeling that Dizzy Dennis was about to attack again. But just to make me feel a fool, he didn’t.

3Wed14WD 50.0.0 I spotted that the bottle of hand-sanitiser left on wall ledge had been stolen again! I find this disgusting. Whoever is doing it, resident or visitor. Contemptible! But I shouldn’t be surprised, even the bottles supplied at the hospitals are getting nicked! Sick! It destroys your faith in humankind!

3Wed14aWD 50.0.0 I thought for a moment that I saw a mouse in the bare brickwork in the corner of the lobby. But I must have been wrong, on looking closer there was nowhere for a mouse to go.

While I was bent looking, a dirty great-big meat fly flew out. It didn’t half make me jump! Even I had to laugh!

I poddled outside, and blow me down with a feather duster, there were the caretakers near the bin. From a distance, I bored them both rigid with as I nattered and chinwagged on. It must have been tedious enough for the poor devils, but Stuttering Stephanie must have made it worse! I can’t help it, I do love a bit of persiflage, no stopping me after going so long without a good schmooze. Haha!

3Wed15I hobble away, feeling guilty, and spotted some new colourful growth amongst the trees at the end of Chestnut Walk.

Life seemed to be returning, but with ten weeks left yet, of my hospital-enforce isolationing, the feeling was only brief. I was really feeling quite low as I returned into the flat’s foyer. Crigglebogsnot!

WD 50.0.0A Back up to the apartment. I fought my way in with the trolley-walker, taking a bit of skin off of my right knuckle, as I farted about getting the trolley in through the door. Twit!

I got the oven heating, and put a large jar of black bean sauce, with some Hickory and Balsamic vinegar added to it. I aim to get the bacon cooked and into the saucepan of beans to season the bacon with. I’m going to have some sourdough muffins with them.

I got updating this blog as far as here.

I took the cooked bacon out of the oven, added it to the pan of black bean sauce on alow light now.

WD 50.0.0 Then went on the Morrison site, to add Balsamic vinegar to the order that’s in. Well, that went well, they’ve only got some at £20 a bottle! I left it.

I went on Amazon to see what their prices were for balsamic vinegar and Hickory. Bejesus! Look at the prices for Balsamic!

3Wed15a3Wed18I investigated the Hickory costs. Always high, but I can’t find any for sale anywhere else.

This is the cheapest they had on sale. I’ve not tried it before. I just hope it’s tasty enough. Oh, dearie me, I feel I might have made a mistake here! At least it’ll be delivered tomorrow, I hope not too late. This Colgin brand works out a little less pro-rata than the other ones. I hope it proves to be as tasty and well-flavoured.

I’ll get the meal sorted out, now.

An odd-looking bowl of fodder, I must admit. Just bacon and black bean sauce, with only hickory, added. Sourdough muffins, a lemon mousse, a can of San Benedetto Clementine drink and mug of orange juice. A low-cal bar of chocolate nougat.

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Strange as it looked, it tasted great! I made muffin sarnies of bacon and beans, regularly dunking. Devouring all of it with coenaculous relish, and degust. Mmm! A flavour rating, of a deserved 8.9/10! Took the evening medications.

I got the pots washed, and got down really early in the £300, c1968, second-hand, rickety, not-working, past-its best recliner, legs up on the swivel chair, watched some TV in between two-minute noddings-off. Nibbled some of the Branston-pickle flavoured Mini-Cheddars. I was soon in the land of nod properly.

Dreaming of certain activities, I used to be young enough and fit enough, and capable to partake in (Carole). It truly felt like it was all really taking place, happening. I was young and most contented, in rhapsody… I was most chagrined to find out it was only a phantasm!

WD 50.0.0 Both of the door chimes rang out the Dusty Springfield tune of, ♫ I only want to be with you ♫. Disappointed in finding out that the dream was not real, I bumble my way up, out of the recliner, fell back down in the chair again, landing on my haemorrhoids and feeling them hurt and bleed. Collected myself and balance, and tried again, grabbed the stick, got the jammie-bottoms on, and limped to the door, feeling the blood trickling down my the inside of my legs. (There’s no doubt about it, old age is daily, more interesting, busy and dangerous than earlier life ever was, Hehehe)

3Wed21It took an awfully long time for me to get to the door. On the floor outside the door, was a carrier bag. Some kind soul had kindly gifted me three cups (the three are on the right in this photo, the first one being my current favourite mug). Bless them, I wonder who it was? Jenny? Josie? Deana? I put the cups in the bowl after taking this snap of them.

In the morning, I’ll check to see if any emails had come in telling me whoever had delivered them. Whoever it was, Thank You Kindly! ♥

WD 50.0.0 To the wet room to clean and medicate Little Inchies fungal lesion. Back down in the rust recliner. But no chance of any sleep. After trying for ages to encourage Sweet Morpheous to visit, I got the TV on and found there was a film on, so tuned to that channel to watch it. Even when the adverts came on, there were no nod-offs. Humph!

It was gone the witching hour before sleep came. I recall seeing another film coming on at 01:00hrs, and deciding to try and watch that. I nodded-off within minutes of it starting. This being about 25hrs after first waking up. Zzzz!

Inchcockski Today – Tuesday 19th May 2020: Dizzy Dennis was rumbustical tonight!

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Tuesday 19th May 2020

Javanese: Selasa 19 Mei 2020

00 May 19 ruth

GMWL04:55hrs: I awoke from my dream-filled stupor, and began to try and recall anything I’d nocturnally envisaged. I knew without thinking that I was underground, caves, being chased, running away from someone… several people, they were shooting arrows at me… but no more recollections were gleaned. I do hate it when this happens!

2Tue01WD 84.0.84 As I rose from the rickety, second-hand, c1968, uncomfortable, none-operational, recliner, things seemed to be going well. Until it came to putting down my feet, and standing up, with the massively-stomach-burdened part of the body, falling down with a boing-boinging motion, adding all that weight on the pins! The smarting from under the feet! Sheer pain flowed back up to the brain. Again! Argh-gaggle-strain!  

The decision was made, with some degree of determination for me, that care must be taken, whatever happens, that may distract me, not to have any toe stubbings today. I’m not sure I could cope easily with another one at the moment.

The now hemerine need (for the last four days, anyway), for a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne arrived together, and suddenly. So, I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick and tentatively made my way to the wet room. No rush this time, despite the sensation I could feel that Trotsky Terence was brewing things up.

WD 84.0.84 Oh, dearie me! An unbelievable evacuation. Despite things being so sloppy-joe and messy, things were over swiftly, and I found myself sitting there, waiting for more movement, as in the last two mornings, but no! It had all cleared in a flash, a painful flash mind. Which was perhaps the messiest release in months. The cleaning up afterwards took yonks! And although both Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little Inchies fungal lesion had both bled. Silver-Lining-search results: It was only a minute, a nanoscopic amount, from both front and rear departments. Rare-Smug-Mode-Engaged!

I had a medicationalisationing session. Olive-oiled the era-holes. Phorpain-gelled the Arthur Itis knees, the shoulders I could reach to, knees and wrist, Saccades Eye-Drops in. Then tried to apply some pain-gel to the feet, using the picker-upperer, with ointment on a kitchen towel.

WD 84.0.84 But this was a total painful failure. As Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters chose to fail at just the wrong time! Farcical! I ended up with gel wasted, all over various unintended parts of my torso, the carpet, WC, and the floor. I was displeased at my efforts to gel the feet. It took me, Gawd knows how long to clean everything up afterwards. Which, with all the bending, getting down and back up again, starting Arthur Itis, Shuddering Shoulder Shirly and Anne Gyna going!

WD 84.0.84 I pressed on though and got the place looking betterer. As I departed to go to the kitchen for some medications and pain killers, Dizzy Dennis had a go at me! Silver-Lining-search results: Erm, er… The fungal lesion had not started bleeding again, Saccades Sandra had slowed down, and Back-Pain-Brenda had not kicked off with all the bending.

By the time I’d taken the meds, and got the kettle on, it felt like I’d been up for hours? The morning was now light. I took two photographs of the beautiful view. The sky with wonderful clouds. In fact, I did a bit of nephelococcygia searching, but without any success.

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Then to the blind shot down below, of Chestnut Walk. It’s difficult taking photographs nowadays. Apart from the Peripheral Neuropathy and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, that is. With the new thick-framed, light and view-blocking windows, and the new design. That makes it impossible for me to see what I’m photographing below. The only thing I can do is to fetch the step ladders and dangerously risk my life and limb climbing up to see out. Not today, though. I’m not feeling steady enough to risk it. Worra life!

My few pleasures like photographing, are stymied now that the balcony door lock is stuck and will not open, to give me safe access. Also, my little toolbox is out there in my three-wheeler trolly, so they are unreachable too! Gawd, worra life! I’m gerrin’ down again! Come on Inchy, pull yerself together!

VirF 87.0.87I got through to the computer in Junk-Room-Mark 11, with a degree of determination to get on with updating of the Monday blog (Better late than never!) Guess what?

Yes, the ydid it again, just like yesterday! I imagine that with the lock-down and so many people working from home. With all the quomodocunquizing companies like FB and Zoom advertising their Conferencing platforms on TV. I suppose the the weakest signalled Internet, Liberty-Global Internet Media, is bound to struggle. Prittleworthycrap!

When the signal returned, I got on with most haste, doing a new template, then updating the Mopnday blog. All finished, I emailed the links. Pinterested a few shots, then went on the WordPress Reader. Made a mug of tea, and onto Facebooking, for many hours. Did some comments, then started this post going.

The Amazon delivery is due today. The wind-up torch, to replace the one I lost. I know, I know, schlemiel!

WD 84.0.84 Then I went on CorelDraw, to make up some advance graphics for the this blog. Got a few done, but Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Unbalanced Herbert both kicked off. 

Poledancing Champion, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden Deana phoned top do a check see I was alright, I mentioned the Balcony door lock, and she kindly said she’d be up shortly to have a look at it. I thanked her and the ngot some trousers on, well, I thought I ought to. Hahaha!

Shortly she arrived and came in to see us, and had a look at the door. And three minutes later, it was opened. (Didn’t-half make me feel a Shmendrick!) But it is broken, she said. We’ll ask for maintenance after the lock-down has finished. (About 2025 we think!) I mentioned.

On her way out, a parcel and letter arrived. The letter I opened straight away in case it needed telephone response. The print was to small for me to read, so Dean read it. T’was the Dentist cancelling Wednesday’s appointment.Which was a good thing, (apart from the toothache, like), cause I am still in lock-down by the hospital and Doctor, for ten more weeks, yet. Tsk!  I thanked Deana and she shot offski.

2Tue07The parcel, was the wind-up torch, from Amazon.

I tried out the door on the balcony and left it open, I’m not risking locking it ever again.

I went out and took some photographs of the aftrernoon scene. Plenty of folks about for once.

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2Tue09I checked on the mushrooms cooking in the crock-pot, the need a little longer yet. I had a check on the latest Coronavius figures from the internet. For some reason, as I did so, hunger grabbed me.

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It’s still not perfect is it? Still, a slow down I think?

I decided to get the nosh prepped and served up. But needed a visit to the wet room first, for a wee-wee. They have slowed down today.

WD 84.0.84A Well, I might have known or guessed. II had another Dizzy Dennis visit en route, lost the balance a smidge, enough to give my head a klunk on the door frame edge. I did swear!

The wee-wee was still of the forcefull, ‘not wanting to end’ variety. But with a colour change, almost grey now? Not as pretty as the deep orange!’

2Tue34I went to the kitchen to get the meal done. The Taste-Rating was 7/10.

Got the pots washed, and settled into the recliner, and Dizzy Dennis returned with a vengeance.

Fracture recollections from here on in. But I woke up at 01:00hrs, and feeling perky, too?

Inchcock – Mon 18 May 2020: A Flubrobbledigating Day, Many misdiagnoses, muddles of the mind, misapprehensions and a medley of mistakes. Mmm? Hey-ho!

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Monday 18th May 2020

Filipino: Lunes Ika-18 ng Mayo 2020

00 May 18

GM09bWD 0.0.128c 03:00hrs: I stirred into semi-life, with a lightness not felt for a long time.

Which died off, as soon as I moved the legs (Arthur Itis), got to stand up (the crippling pains from the uncut toes and feet), and the instant I made a move towards the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), Anne Gyna joined in with the other, ‘Let’s Have a bash at Inchcock’ ailments. Even stood still, the feet and toes hurt, and Anne Gyna was steadily giving me more increasingly bothersome stabbing pains. Not a good start to the day!

WD 0.0.128c But it got worse, so not to worry. Which turned out to be a totally different model to all of yesterdays leaks. It was a niggly  WSSULL (Weak-Squirty-Spraying-Uncontrollable-Long-Lasting) style. Which kept me stood at the bucket, for far too long for the feet and toes, which started to give me even more discomfort. Humph! Silver Lining Search Results: Duodenal Donald was nice and calm. I could not see any bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion during the wee-wee.

1Mon02WD 0.0.128c I limped to the wet room, taking the bucket with me for emptying and sanitising. No sooner in the room, and the Porcelain Throne requirements arose. I took a photo of the poor-legs and feet. Still showing great etiolation, and pallidity. I felt as if they should be aflame, smoking! Such was the physical anguish they were giving me. Maybe when I’ve taken the painkillers with the mug of tea, things will calm down a bit. I hope!

WD 0.0.128c And what a change in the evacuation department this morningtide!  There appears to be a battle going on for control, between Constipation Konrad (Easily the winner over the last few days), and Trotsky Terence, who is launching a counter-attack with this one! Quick, not so painful, but, oh how messy and pongy! Also needing much more cleansing and cleaning was required after the affair was completed.

I got the sorting-out done, then sterilised the EOGPB. Washed and next, got myself (oh it was a struggle) to the kitchen. Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kicked off, but Anne Gyna steadied a lot. Swings & Roundabouts, you know!

1Mon03Took the medications, and made a brew. Then to the computer, where much work awaited me. With the Morrison order coming twixt six>seven o’clock, I worked as fast as I could manage, to give myself time to get the Ablutions done, before the arrival of the fodder.

1Mon05I got an email from Morrison’s arrive. They have made some substitutions. Instead of Sweet potato battered fritters (one of my favourites), they sent McCain shake, shake sea and salt fries? Which will be no good for me, The freezer will accept no more frozen food. Also, I was well pleased to see when I put the order in, that they had some orange concentrated liquid wash in stock, and ordered one. It wasn’t really needed, but the chance to get my favourite orange-scented one was too good to miss for me. Well, I missed it! They sent Lychee & Passionfruit as a substitute. Eurgh! Gits! The worst thing for me was the frozen McCain substituted, which wasn’t even battered, or sweet potato that I had ordered! Gits!

1Mon04WD 0.0.128c I tended to the ablutions with a bit of haste. A stand-up job, no time to get a shower now. The pins were still playing up. I’m not sure if it was the lighting in the wet room, or the legs had regained some colour, but my guess would be the lighting. A few dropsied, but no toe stubbing this time around. All sorted, freshened up, olive-oiled the ear-holes, Germolided and Germolened things in need, Saccades Sandra drops in the yes, Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s knees, clothes on and back to the computer.

I got the Sunday blog updated and sent off. Then went on Pinterest, WordPress Reader and TFZer Facebooking. During which, the landline burst into sound and flashed. It was the Morrison driver.

WD 0.0.128c The intercom would not work for him. Hello, that’s Iceland on Saturday, and now Morrisons? No one has said they have had any problems… mind you, I haven’t seen anyone have I, apart from Josie, and she does not have food delivered.

WD 0.0.128c I had to get up on my poor pins, to go down to let him in. We came back up with two of us in the left! A dodgy risk that!

Worra day I’m having! We got to the flat, and as he was dropping the stuff in the foyer of the apartment, I mentioned about the fritters substitute. He searched the bags and told me they were not frozen ones. Like dim-pathetic-clot, I said that they would be alright then. Humph! Not the product ordered, not sweet potato, not battered, and they need the seasoning shaking in, before cooking; and I agree to take them!

As gullible idiots go, I reckon I am the cream of the crop! I forgot all about the Lychee & Passionfruit scented cleaner crap! I even gave thanked the driver with a can of G&T. But, the substitutes, and intercom not working, was not his fault, so I hope he enjoys it.

The substituted fries looked a little complicated to cook.

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1Mon06aI got the delivery into the kitchen a bag or two at a time, and slowly stored away. I’d forgotten I’d ordered the hot dog roll, but did manage to cram the bread thins into the freezer. It took me a good while.

I spread the cleaning stuff about, some in the wet room. Others in the junk-room 2, and 1Mon09bothers under the sink in the kitchen.

I opted, in my mind anyway, to have the hot dog sausages with the rolls, and try these crap looking McCains, what a name? Shake-shake Fries, sea salt & cracked black pepper, things with the links later for lunch. With some tomatoes, maybe. We’ll see.

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As I was clearing away the mess, I realised just how tatty the kitchen floor looked. I thought it had to be cleaned now! So, I did. But first, I was so impressed again with the view, I took a snap or two of it.

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1Mon08Perhaps subconsciously, to delay the pain of doping the mopping, that I knew was coming? Tsk!

1Mon09aA few months ago, and this task would not have been considered a problem in the least. But now, it was a mammoth undertaking for this overweight, short, plump, pain bearing, lack of confidence-ridden, depressed, fed-up, bald, bespectacled, lonely, confused, memory-challenged, zeyde!

It had to be said! Hehe! By the time it was done, I felt tired, done-in, the ailments were giving me some hassle, and yet, I felt a bit of pride and self-satisfaction, well almost, in getting it done. Smug-Mode-Adopted through the pain! Hehehe!

I took some extra Codeine 30g and got on with creating this blog. The poor chimes rang out, and it was ages before I struggled to get to the door, the feet were terrible now, and all the bending doing the mopping up. Back Pain Brenda had joined in with the ailments attack. Hahaha!

This was not good, Saccades Sandra was so bad now, I had to give up on the computing altogether. Shirley kept on with the occasional shudderings, and Dizzy Dennis visited. My concentration has gone now. Bitterly disappointing, I wanted to get some more graphics done in advance. The mopping up I expect has caused the problems. But not necessarily, things are bad at this moment.

I’m going to try and get some nosh, really struggling to see for typing. I may be back later. Who knows? Tsk!

1Mon11Got the fodder prepped and served up.Hot dogs with tomatoes, onions, gherkins, the odd, weird fries, a lemon mousse, and two apple pies, and a mug of orange juice. Flavour Rating 6/10, those substituted by Morrison’s fries were not very good. But everything else was!

WD 0.0.128c Got the pots washed, took the evening meds, creams, potions and lotions applied to various locations on the grossly-over-stomached, spindly-legged body, and got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, inoperable, rusty, rickety, recliner. No longer working, after Zyrophobia suffering, supercilious Brother-in-law Pete, broke it when flat-searching, finding and taking my valuables, while I was the hospital after the stroke.

Dizzy Dennis joined me as I was making my mind up, whether to fall asleep trying to the Clint Eastwood in ‘The Dead Pool’ or ‘The Equaliser’ with Denzel Washington, two of my favourite movies, both showing at the same time – Humph! Not that it really mattered, there wasn’t a cat-in-hells chance my staying awake that late into the morning! Humph, again!

But I kept nodding off, swapping between the films, drifting off every time the adverts came on, waking up, nodding-off… What a pillock!

TTFNski, folks.

Nottingham’s Pensioner, with one or two ailments, and a mind and memory, he has little control of nowadays. Ah, well!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 17th May 2020: Worran odd day!

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Sunday 17th May 2020

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GM May c02:25hrs: I woke up in a calmish, passive, almost perky mood… but as soon as I tried to move my Goliathly-stomached-sized body; Hoo! The pain from the knees (Arthur Itis), the feet and toes, (Previously stubbed and overgrown nails) made me wince, grimace and feel a bit pathetically self-pitying for myself!

As the brain engaged and joined me, my intentions were to rise from the c1968 recliner, check on the status of the legs and feet, and if okay, to try unlocking the balcony door again. (Why when I’ve failed on at least fifteen attempts! Huh!) But the plans were scuppered when the need for a wee-wee came out of the blue and rather urgently.

No EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) was in sight, so obviously I’d had no summonings for a Wee-wee overnight. So, off to the wet room, realising the time en route, then understood why I’d not required a nocturnal wee-wee, I’d only had four hours head-down time.

WD 100.20.0 What a wee-wee it was! A BOSASA (Blasting Out-Spraying-and-Stopping-Abruptly), mode. Another good start to the day. It took me ages to wipe the over-spray, and mop the floor! Knerlaisations! 

WD 100.20.0 Had a wash, changed the PP’s and as I was going to the kitchen, I had to double-back, for a Porcelain Throning Session. That came on a bit sudden as well. If I had got any jammie bottoms on, I wouldn’t have made it in time. As it was, I ripped the new PP’s in my haste to gerrum-off! (Hahaha!)

WD 100.20.0 Well, I should have guessed really, but dare not take the chance: Constipation Konrad, allowed things to move along, and then stopped the works part-way, as if he was taking a rest, then started ages later again, in the slowest, most pain-causing manner possible! This has happened on the first Throne visit for three days now. Oh dearie me, it was worse this time…

WD 100.20.0 The blood had flowed from Harold’s Haemorrhoids in imitation tidal-wave style! I used up the tube of Germoloid and had to start on the new one that Jenny had got for me from Sainsbury’s.

By the time I’d got rewashed, freshened, put the PPs in the sharps box, the feet and toes were giving me, even more, bother, Gawd, they were in a nasty mood!

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I was having to talk myself into not losing it, what a start to the day!

I took the medications, poured a glass of watery skimmed milk (Eurgh!), and got on the computer. I needed to make a template for today first. Then got on with updating Saturday’s blog. Sent the Email links. Went on the WP Reader. Then some TFZer and Winthorpe Heights Facebooking.

I went to make a brew and was so careful in taking some photos of the sky, cause the multi-shaded colouring was disappearing as it got lighter. I thought I’d captured some decent shots, to say I was in a rush. Smugly, I got to the computer to download the pictures.

WD 100.20.0 Guess what? I bet you half half-guessed already. I’d left the SD card in the computer! Grobognangles!

I might have lost it and gone out on the balcony, opened the windows and screamed with frustration – but of course, the balcony door lock is broken and not letting me out! Talk about insults to injuries!

WDP 03dI got another mug of the insipid, watery skimmed milk, and with great, genuine intentions of not letting it get to me, I made a start on this post.

WD 100.20.0 Grogglesworth!

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I gave up and got the things ready that were needed for Josie’s meal. By the by, there have been no signs of any wee-weeing for ages now? Just thought I’d mention it, like.

WD 100.20.0 Tried the internet again, and things seemed to be working now. I did a check on the Morrison order I had in, a message came up, that the card delivery pass details were not recognised. Yet the same card paid for the last delivery without any bother. I re-set the details. But, I’m always suspicious of things like this. Also, I’m honestly pee’d off with things going wrong today! Checked it a little later, and they have taken-off the £4 delivery charge.I added some bits to it. It’s due Tuesday 26th May. twixt 08:30>09:30hrs. At least, I hope its May, I’ll check it again.

6Sat01WD 100.20.0 I set to getting the ablutions sorted. Unless it’s my eyesight, Saccades Sandra playing me up, or my imagination, I don’t know, but the pins (legs), certainly looked like they were putting some flesh back on? I wish some blood would start flowing again, though! Hahaha!

WD 100.20.0 I thought yesterdays dropsies were a new record, but his mornings beat them! Those I can recall, cause I had a Dizy Dennis visit when I was showering. Bleach, toothbrush (x2), toothpaste (x2), razors (x4), soap, shower gel (x3), shower-head, Germoloid, Coboterol and Savlon tubes, towel, deodorant spray (2), and After-shave.

WD 100.20.0 Knock overs; Top of the floor cabinet, sock-glide (when moving it, I don’t use it at the moment, until I can get the toes fangs cut).

WD 100.20.0 Shaving cuts (3), gums, teeth and decent bruise from hitting the grab bar when I had the dizzy in the shower.

Silver-Lining-Search Results: But at least No toe-stubbing, Little Inchies fungal lesion no bleeding. Although Harold’s Haemorrhoids did a bit.  

Got on with some graphicalisationing on CorelDraw. Then took some bits down to Jenny’s. I have utter faith in her handing them out to those in need, not greed.

7Sun04cGot Josie’s nosh served up. Smoked haddock, Tuna mixed with Bacon Mayonaisse, garden peas, tomatoes, silverskin onions, and gherkins. A Croatian Granny Smith Apple, mint Yo-yo’s, a limoncello dessert, with a can of G&T. Josie looked a little guilty at accepting it today and wanted to give me something for doing it. Silly sausage! I told her as long as you are happy and like it, give me a smile now and then, that’s all I need!

WD 100.20.0 Putting the photographs on here, I realised that somehow I’d altered the still-pic sizing on the Panasonic, but when it came to trying to change it, I’d forgotten how to do it. I went on the internet and read the instructions. Clear as mud to me. I tried now and then to change it again, but, no luck yet. Hahahaha! “No luck yet?”

Tim Price has been in form with his quips this week by the way. His last three gems had me in tucks! 1) “The upshot of getting big slippers is they shouldn’t bother your Howard Hughes toenails, at least for the time being.” And, 2) “Your toenails are looking nice and gnarly. Like monsters feet, those bad dreams are made of. Your fingers cramp and contort up nice and gnarly, also. You are like a gnarly contortionist of sorts”. Then, 3) “Have I mentioned Cream’s song “Born Under a Bad Sign”? It has a line “If it wasn’t for 7Sun04abad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all! That’s you!” He does come out with ’em! Hehe!

I tried to reset the still-pic size again on the camera. And it looks like it’s gone and reset back to the size I like best. (On the right)

WD 100.20.0 Then, as I was 7Sun05returning the SD card, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed me, and I had a kerfuffle almost juggling with the camera as it bounced up and managed to catch it. Still, I’d hit some control buttons doing the faffling to stop the hand-shaking and save the camera from hitting the deck. So, I took another picture with crossed fingers. Cragwangles! It’s gone back to the old setting now! I was getting all uptight 7Sun08 (2)with myself again! I carefully replaced the car in the camera and took yet another shot.

Aha! Milagro! I don’t know exactly how I did it, but I must remember 16:9 is the size I need in future! Just in case Nicodemus, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, or the right legs involuntary drop-something and have a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, has me in a quandary when I’m using the camera again.

Jenny sent an email, offering to order me some stuff if I am in need on her next home delivery, bless her cotton socks.

Dizzy Dennis, returned. So I got the beefburgers in the oven. Cobs, peas and potatoes all to hand for when the burgers were done. Turned the computer off, and took the evening medications. This is going to be a bad do from Dennis. I’m not sure why I know this.

I’ll get the nosh while its safer to do so. Feeling bit sweaty now too, but can’t open the balcony door, so I stripped of, dangerous when cooking.

7Sun12aFar earlier than usual in the day, I got the meal prepped and served up. Took the meds with it. A reet-treat this one was. A splash of Hoisin sauce on each half a potato.

The only thing that was not up to scratch, surprisingly, was the Iceland beefburgers. They terribly fatty compared to the ones I’ve had before? Hey-ho, it still got a 9/10 from me!

I went to wash the pots, and the sun was still blazing away. There were so many young sun-bathers in the bottom field today, couples strolling hand in hand, dogs walking their owners and I wanted to take some photos of them; but with no access to the balcony, for taking pictures, or escaping in the event of a fire, was impossible. Yet again, I tried to unlock the door, but no chance. Grumbleworthiness in the extreme!

So I took some pictures of the beautiful sky instead.

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Sleep would not come again. Not even any nod-offs at the TVs commercial breaks. But for once, this suited me. For on late for me, was The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly film. Not seen this for years, and I looked forward to it.

I made sure a bottle of flavoured spring water was made up, a few bags of Cheesy curls, and the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket [Which wasn’t needed once!]), were all to hand, boy, I was going to enjoy this movie…

WD 100.20.0 I nodded off at the first set of adverts! Waking up as the end credits were rolling down the screen. Spittlisations!

TTFNski.