Inchcock Today – Mon 4 Nov 2019: Not a lot achieved today, but plenty of Whoopsiedangleplops. Grumph!

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2019 Tnov 04

Monday 4th November 2019

Uzbek: 2019 yil 4-Noyabr, Dushanba

0Nov 04

WDP 12c23:00hrs: Already awake, after cleaning up the mess from my leaving the potatoes boiling while I fell to sleep! I did the handwashing and then got on the computer to update yesterday’s diary. I got on with the task. Due to a little relief from the nerve-ends jumping and sensing, I pressed on until it was finished!

1Mon02WD 125.0.0 Stopped to make a brew and take the medications. To find that yet again I had missed taking the evening dosages! However, I didn’t feel the usual self-hating and annoyance that I would generally hold. I knew it was only due to the Whoopsiedangleplop of my letting the potatoes boil over and having to clean it all up last night! (That’s my excuse!) I 1Mon03took the morning’s medications, with just a Simvastatin and the Warfarin tablets from those missed off.

WD 125.0.0 I nearly gave myself an injection of the Enoxaparin, but thankfully realised they had been stopped and I didn’t need one. How I could have thought I did need one, remains a mystery. Fool!

I got the Nikon camera, and took three shots of the morning view, in.

Shutter-Priority, all I can see is dots? Aperture-Priority, gone all non-coloured? And Auto mode, blurry. Just to see what, if anything would come out differently. And they certainly did!

I must not forget to go to the Podiatrist session at the Sherwood Health Centre later, I’ll check the time on the Google calendar.

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Ah, 11:50hrs. Horrible timing that, it means I’ll be incapable of doing anything mentally pr physically afterwards, apart from nodding-off, I seem to have become quite adept at that. Harf-Harf!

I finished the updating and went on the WordPress reader for a bit. The ever-present drowning, humming noise all around, suddenly started to get to me. Humph!

I made an Asda order, wth mostly Christmas pressies on it, for next Tuesday delivery.

WDP 10LWD 125.0.0 I went to fetch the money bag for the bus fare for this mornings ride into town for the After-stroke Physio Session, and what a clot I felt. I’d actually forgot that Xyrophobia-suffering crook Brother-in-Law Pete, had stolen all of my cash when he was flat-sitting (robbing!), while I was in the hospital after the stroke! Sugar-Plumb Swine! So I had no bus fare. I’ll have to walk it to town now! Gobble-shacks!

I’d better get the stand-up ablutions done. Tsk! I am a clot, it’s not Tuesday, but Monday today! It gets wicked when you don’t even know what day it is! So change of plans; Get the ablutions proper done – and get a bus into Sherwood, get change for the bus, to Wilkos for some freshener and bleach, then on to the Sherwood Health Centre Podiatry appointment, for 111:50hrs.

The ablutions went reasonably well. The dropsies were a little numerous, mind; The toothbrush, razors (2), shaving foam, soap (4), flannel (2), the sock-glide, shower spray (2) and towel. The sock-glide battle was lost, apart from dropping it while positioning the frame for insertion of the right foot, I ended up with a few new bruises. Humph! But the shave and wee-wee were bloodless! The pins, well, see for yourself.

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1Mon08Got myself dressed and freshened up. Took the black bags to the waste chute. Then went down in the lift to talk to and see the Wardens, but none were in the room. So I dropped the PPs in through the new kitchen in the Winwood room. Popped into the big social area, and dropped the PPs off in the kitchen window. Noticed some stuff for sale?

Back to the flat, and had a look outs1Mon09ide through the Al Fresco area door. It was awfully wet out there. Haha! Got back to the flat, and Josie brought the tray and plate back from yesterdays nosh. I am mostest pleased to report that after interrogation, she revealed that she enjoyed the smoked haddock and cheesy-potatoes. So, I’ll do some more next week.

A quick update on this blog, and out again to catch the bus. I left a message about the PPs at the warden’s room and carried on out to the bus stop. A pleasant round of chinwags, moans, complaints, snide remarks and much laughter was enjoyed.

WDP 13cLWD 125.0.0 I got on the bus and settled in a side-saddle-seat, then realised I was on the wrong bus! I vacated the vehicle, feeling an even bigger fool, much to the mixed amusement and derision of the tenants still out at the bus stop! Hehehe! I knew things went in threes. So the getting up thinking it was Tuesday, not Monday, then getting on the wrong bus left one more to come. (It didn’t take long!)

WDP 13bLWD 125.0.0 I got on the other bus behind, for just a few stops, and got off in Sherwood. I missed the stepping off of the bus but avoided going over, although the three-wheeled-walker did it’s best to topple over. This was when the third Proper-Whoopsie happened, I gleaned that the reason for my near tumble, was that I had the wrong spectacles on, the reading glasses! I was glad that third in the series had come and gone! Hehe!

I ambled along to the bank, to get some change for the bus fares. (Thanks, Stubble-Pete, for knicking all my cash and causing me so much hassle) If there is anything I can do for you, like break your arm, cut your plonker-off, or rearrange your facial features, just let me know!

WDP09LWD 125.0.0 Could I remember my number? Not to start with! Waiting in the queue, I did my best to remember it, but the paper I have the number clandestinely written down on was not in my pocket! Nor was the mobile phone. Nor was the £30 I was sure was in the coat top pocket last night! I was getting into a state here. I let others go forward ahead of me as I continued to try and remember the digits, where the mobile and money was… then Eureka and Buggermaquilt! From nowhere, the four number came to mind – but of course, were they the right ones? I moved to the counter, much to the displeasure of the person behind, who must have been expecting me to let him go in front of like I had to several other folks, and offered me a lout Tut-tut as I left him. Haha! I had to ask the teller-lady for some cash as well as the coins. Now, and at the back of my mind was, ‘Where is the mobile, what have I done with it? But all priority-wise, behind the worry of, “Are these figures that have come into my mind, the right ones? They worked! I avoided any, cachinnation or shouts of joy! 

WDP 08LWD 125.0.0 I got the gelt from the lady, thanked her and proceeded to have a Dizzy Dennis spell as I hobbled to the door. I got to the wall, clinging onto the three-wheeler, and pretended to be casually waiting about, I read some of the notices on the wall. I could tell that the money-seekers in the waiting queue were all concerned for me… well, I got a few looks of incredulity, that said to me, “The senile old fart shouldn’t be allowed out on his own!” And the odd sneer from some of them. As I left a few minutes later, I was a smidge concerned about how things would go, but I needn’t have worried, once outside and limping up the hill, everything was fine, no signs of any dizzies, or wobbles at all? Perhaps the worrying about the number had brought the spell on? Hey-ho!

1Mon09aWDP 12dOver the road and to the Wilko store. Where I stocked up with, Dettol Disinfectant spray, Ylang laundry freshener, bleach and some yoghourt peanuts. Paid the bill, and the lady at the checkout, kindly put the things into the bag for me. Help like this is so precious and appreciated. Strangers, young ones at that, showing a bit of empathy, really restores my faith in youngsters. Very welcome, appreciated and kind!

Out up to the top of the hill1Mon09b, and right down Elmswood Gardens and into the Sherwood Health Centre.

WDPright04The welcoming smile of the young female receptionist, who remembered my name, and what I was going to the centre for! Bless her, this cheered me up!

I got ensconced in the Podiatry waiting area and had a bash at the crosswords. Not very successfully, though! The lady came out to call me in. She did the tootsies while having a chinwag, and was done in no time. She told me to see my Doctor about the Clopidogrel induced excessive spider and varicose veins and the risk of Thrombophlebitis. (I asked how to spell it, and made a note! Thank you muchly!

1Mon10AS I got to the bus shelter in Sherwood, things got a little dark, and I anticipated some heavy rain is due. But it held off.

While waiting for the bus, I listened to some of the Winwood Heights gals at the bus stop nattering as best I could. They all seemed very content today.

1Mon11Back at the flats, I waited until last and dismounted the bus. Made my way in the Windwood Court entrance, and down the link-passage. As I ambled with the three-wheeler along the corridor, I could see how the sunshine has come out again at the far-end windows.1111

I met with Christine at the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby, and along with a new tenant chap, we went up in the elevator. Chap 2nd floor, me 12th and offered Chrissie my best wishes, as she went up to the 13th level. I got inside the apartment, and put the nuts and stuff away, kettle on, and took the evening medications. A little early I know, but having missed the last two evening-dosages, I was being cautious.

1Mon13I put the roast vegetable risotto ready nosh in the oven as soon at it reached temp.

Got some mushrooms in the saucepan and added a drop of Sukang Puti vinegar. Got them simmering. Then added some black bean cooking sauce, and some sliced tomatoes and gave it all a good stirring.IMG_2606

Slowly adding some onions and basil. The rather delightful aroma of this sauce, that needed constant attention, was making me even hungrier, and this was just the flavouring. The risotto in the oven had a good proportion of caramelised red onion in it. Mmm!

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An interruption arrived, it was some mail. I could not help but smile at the Repairs booklet. After being told every day for nine days that someone would come out to tend to my lack of hot water, and nobody did! Staying in from 08:00hrs to 22:00hrs every day, in vain hopes they would arrive. No sleep. Made myself poorly with it all, and reading the statement, somehow I found it hard to grasp and believe that improvements will come!

Josie rang the bells, to return the cutlery tray etc. from her nosh yesterday. I inquired if she had liked the smoked haddock cooked the way it was, and she said yes. So now I know, we can have it the same way next Sunday. So glad she liked it.

I added the sauce mix to the oven dish and got the sourdough baguette in the oven.

Then I got the jumper hung and got the socks on the airers.

1Mon16I got the meal prepared. It didn’t look appealing, just like the earlier ones didn’t, but my gum, it tasted delicious! I masticated, savoured and slurped away at it for ages, enjoying every mouthful!

Flavour Rating, 9.35/10.

1Mon12WDP 01b rightWD 125.0.0.a After dining, I took the meal things, tray, dish cutlery etc. to be washed… had an imitation Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine from the Peripheral Neuralgia affected right leg, and sadly, dropped the whole darned lot on the floor! Worse still, I nearly lost my balance and went over, but luckily the door frame got in my way. Tsk! Got it all cleaned up, not that it was all that bad, case there was no food to spill, only a few (thousands of tiny ones!) bread crumbs! The dish had been wiped almost dry and licked, it was that good! No more left now, I must get a Morrison order done for next week and get some more in. No other shop sells them.

WDP sleepLSettled in the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. I got the headphones on, and the TV going… ZZZ!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 3rd November 2019: Affirming signs of mental deterioration and becoming obsolete today!

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2019 Tnov 03

Sunday 3rd November 2019

Hungarian: 2019. November 3, Vasárnap

0Nov 03

 00:05hrs: I woke up in my old-tyle traditional fashion today like it used to be every flipping morning, in need of the Porcelain Throne, somewhat urgently. I staunchly battled my way, panickingly I freed myself from the Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobic, Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. As he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables. Which he soon found and took. (I still haven’t got them back yet six -months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. And, off to the wet room. Giving the electric clothes airer a wide berth en route!

I’ve no qualms about the evacuation this morning. Still too large in volume, but less messy! No bleeding either! Off to the kitchen, but I had to return for a wee-wee. Tsk!

WDP 13bRWD 180.50.0 The right-hand fingers seem to have lost their sense of contact with anything hard, again. I pressed the handle to get into the wet room and almost walked into the door! The broken-nerves failed to get the message that I was opening the door-handle to the brain, I suppose! I sincerely hope this is not going to get any worse. The leak was unexpectedly of the LHNC (Long-Hosepipelike-No-Sensation) variety. Rewashed the dandies, and back to the kitchen, once more.

7Sun 01I made a most tastefully satisfying brew of the Thompson tea. I’m addicted to this brand and Glengettie Gold tea bags. But fear that finding any Glengettie Gold locally may just be impossible! Ocado has none in stock and might not be restocking. As they have left the availability of the tea on their website as available, and you do not find out they have none until you get to the checkout! If you miss it, they’ll send substitutes! The Swine! This week is the third time I’ve made an order with them, and had to cancel it! I went on the Typhoo, who owns the Glengettie brand, web site. I got a Norton message telling me it was unsafe! I searched the web for local stockists but found none. ‘Grr! The only place I found any on was Amazon! Thank heavens!

WDPright05aWD 180.50.0 I st7Sun04arted on updating the Sunday post, but it was hard work with the finger-end nerves so bad. Ever correcting and making mistakes. None of them an ignotism, it’s not my fault, and I have to cope best I can. But, it’s getting to me this morning.  Hindering, impeding, and aggravating, Globbledigooks!

WD 180.50.0 It got so bad after a couple of hours, I stopped and got the handwashing I should have done last night, undertaken. Which was a farcical experience, I can assure you. The right-hand side of my body was not in a good state to start with today, and walking was not easy even with the stick. The inner-desire of the torso to suddenly want to lean to the right-hand side nearly had me over a couple of times already. And the strength of grip had diminished a lot, so wringing out the clothing was not an easy task, either.

7Sun02Taking my pictures was not plain sailing. I had no sense that the hand was shaking, but could see on the camera screen, that it was. But could not do anything about it. Grumph!

I just hope it is not a permanent thing, and that it eases off later. Please!

WDP09RI tried taking a snap from the unwanted, crap, light & view-blocking, thick-framed new kitchen window after getting the washing done. But had to take four shots of the view above, to get this one that was okay. (My EQ, just knew I’d have to pay for having a decent day, [apart from getting soaked in the rain, Hehe!] yesterday!) 

Back to the updating of the blog. Hours later, I’d got it finished. Then posted it off and went on the WordPress reader.

I went on Facebook catching up, and there was plenty to catch up on! Many hours spent, but I was so glad to get back on the TFZer site.

7Sun34aWDP 13dLTime to get Josie’s nosh prepared. Something a little different for her today. The tuna mixed with mayonnaise,  plus some oven-baked smoked haddock on the plate. Mushrooms, gherkins, and tomatoes. Fresh orange juice and naughty but extremely nice, Limoncello desert.

I remembered belatedly when I’d got the food server to Josie’s door, to fetch the camera to photograph the nosh. It came out a shaky, blurred one I’m afraid. Tsk! Then I took a shot of Josie, who was not happy at my doing this, and was waving me away as I took it. But I think it came out alrightish and caught her expression to a tee! The ludic smile showing through. I hope she forgives me for using this picture, it was such a perfect one, with her fun-side showing through. Bless her, I hope she likes the way I cooked the smoked haddock. Happy eating, gal! ♥

I was going to try some haddock myself, but as you will read later, I ended up not having a meal at all, but it was my own fault.

I got back in the kitchen and sorted out the mess I made while cooking, pots washed, and cleaned the floor where I’d spilt some butter.

Getting myself back up from sorting the floor out, the old fatigue hit me hard, and I felt well-drained suddenly. Mind you, I’d been up for thirteen hours by then. I got some King Edward potatoes simmering, and the smoked haddock in the oven, and went for a relaxing sit-down and to watch some TV, with the timer on the Ottoman at my side.

7Sun34bI noticed that the arm bruise had already lost its yellowish glow, and was disappearing fast now. I thought I could see a face-pattern in the markings, that’s why I took this picture but blown if I can see it now. Hehehe!

I quickly nodded-off, into a right deep sleep…

WD 180.50.0 By the time I woke up with a jump, several hours had passed, and it was near midnight. I rose and panicked, the instant I smelt the burning form the kitchen and remembered the fish and potatoes cooking! Oh, dearie me! Off I shot to the stove. WD 180.50.0A Stubbing my toe en route!

WDP 11RWD 180.50.0 To find the King Edwards all over-boiled and were in pieces with peel disintegrated. A right mess of overflowed water all over the cooker, down and onto the floor. Even more of a surprise,  found I’d put the haddock in the oven to cook, and not turned it on! Which turned out to be a blessing in disguise! The job of cleaning it all up was not easy. I had to drain and strain the potato bits and get them in an extra-thick black bag, then put that into another sack. Wash the saucepan stove and floor! The melted, wonderfully smelly smoked haddock was dried and went into the bag as well. They can be taken to the chute after 08:00hrs in the morning.

This incident triggered my acrasia, and sparked-off my cringe-making, remorsefulness, and self-reproach! I was suddenly ashamed at my stupidity, and felt a right jobbernowle!

I decided to stay up! I got the days handwashing done, perhaps as a sort of penance?

WDPright04As Malcolm Cowley wisely said: “They tell you that you’ll lose your mind when you grow older. What they don’t tell you is that you won’t miss it very much” Hehehe!

TTFNski folks.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 2nd November 2019: A day of velleities, gossips, chinwags, and getting soaked in the rain!

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2019 Tnov 02

Saturday 2nd November 2019

Croatian: Subota, 2. Studenog 2019. Godine

0Nov 02

01:15hrs. I woke once again in need of a Porcelain Throne evacuation. But last night’s painful farcical tumble was still fresh in my head, and knees, arm, and back, so I took great care in rising from the recliner. But as quickly as I could safely do so.

WD 0.50.0 The session was another uncomfortable one. (When are they anything else, nowadays) Sulk-Mood-Adopted! The only similarity with earlier efforts was the ginormous amount! This time the whole episode took about a minute, compared to the last visit’s fifteen-minutes! Oy Vey! This time the bleeding was back too!

6Sat01WDP 13dRWashed up, and off to the kitchen, for my first mug of the Thompson’s tea. (That was delivered yesterday from Amazon). It was a delight for me to taste it once again.

WD 0.50.0 I stumbled a little with the walking stick, as I got the medications out of the drawer, and realised I had not taken last night’s doses! Again! I do feel a wooden-head, blockhead… but I’ll settle for a Merry-Andrew or Berk! I opted to just take the missed Warfarins and a Simvastatin with the morning dosages. Humph! It’s incredible that I’m still alive, really!

WD 0.50.0 Then off for another wee-wee, I used the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) and took a CMOUSTSTBOWV version (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom). Not had one of these for a long time. Variety is the spice of life! The divergence, contradictions, and contrast in my wee-wees should have a book written about them, you know. Hehehe!

I moved the handwashing about on the airers, and on seeing the now misshaped tubular, flat one, reformed into the tangle of straightened out tubes from when I fell on it, I was surprised to see it was still working after my blubbery-body crashed into it, but it was. Maybe I’ve lost weight? Alright! I’m only joking! I thought about it and noticed that Arthur Itis was easing off from earlier, bit Back-Pain-Brenda was not being so kind to me.

Thinking back as I was, the excellent flavour of last night’s Roast Vegetable Risotto came to mind. I’ll have another one tonight, as the Morrison-made meals must be masticated by Monday, they are short-dated! Mmm! Haha! Oh, this time I’ll use black bean sauce to add to it. If I get out today, I might get some more tomatoes.

I went on the WordPress Reader for a while. Then made up a couple of graphics for later use in CorelDraw, between the wee-wees, which seem to have settle for being of the INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) style now. I moved onto updating yesterday’s blog. This took me over five hours to finish! Why I don’t know, there was not may graphics or photographs to go in it. The fingertips weren’t too bad. The arm or leg not playing up much at all. Even Mr Fries Internet kept going… Ah, it’s clicked. The big Whoppsiedangleplop had to be done, and the handwriting on the note pad, was so bad, I had to use my memory in conjunction with the wording I could decipher! Gorrit now, that’s why!

Oh, Back-Pain-Brenda is giving me some stabs of a high-quality pain-level. My own fault for falling over. Fool!

The Iceland order should be coming this morning, 0800 > 10:00hrs. If he comes early enough, I can catch the bus into Sherwood, or Mappperley and take some photographicalisation, sourdough bread, and get a hobble about. Come think of it, it’s not raining, so I can still walk down, try to get a bus 6Sat03back up the hill. I took a shot from the unwanted new kitchen windows that cannot be reached for cleaning, without risking life and limb, of the scene outside.

Hello, big-gob has spoken. The rain is pouring down now, and with big rain-drops, you know what that is an indication of. (I don’t, but still, it’s a laugh, innit!) I’ll get the ablutions done before the nosh arrives. No, hang on, after starting to strip off for the shower, the thirst got a hold on me, and I made a brew of the finest Thompsons back tea, first, and had a biscuit for breakfast. During which, I spotted the falling-over on the airer-acquired bruise on the Peripheral Neuralgia affected arm was developing into a work of art!

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I would imagine, the colouring is affected by the low Warfarin blood pressure flow, as well as the Peripheral neuropathy? It will be interesting to see what shade it adopts later on. Hahaha! (The yellowing had all disappeared by tonight?)

6Sat02aI had to use the Porcelain Throne first, leaving a highly-undesirable aroma to inhale while doing the ablutions. (Eurgh!) The pins (legs), seemed a little less veiny, though. The session brought forth very few dropsies, however. The toothpaste and brush, a few razor-drops, and the shower-head.

5Fri27I got part-dressed and came out to turn off the power supply. And I found some mail again in the letterbox. A repeat of the CityCare After-Stroke information about the upcoming (Next week on Friday) follow-up assessment visit. I must check it later, to see if there are any changes.

6Sat05aBack in the wet room, to do battle with the sock-glide. I lost the struggle today, in as much as, I trapped my fingers in the gripper twice and banged my poor little toe when inserting the right leg. But, having got on the extra-long bamboo socks, I must say, the legs looked a lot sexier! Hehehe!

I’d no sooner got fully dressed, and the Iceland delivery man rang the intercom, as I was actually stood next to it. Which was a good thing, because the volume, which is set to the highest level, would have not have been heard if I was in the other room. Not the best choice of Intercom, for older peoples flat.

The lad put the bags through the door fo5Fri26r me, I thanked him and carried the bags through to the kitchen. On unpacking and storing them away, I came across a large 2 ltr tub of Flora light spread? I could not recall ordering this at all? So as I unpacked the things, I put this spread, some Seaweed packets, cakes and pop in a bag, to take when I go out and drop off at the Breakfast Club session as I pass. I can hand-out some nibbles as well. I’ve not done that for a while, not since the new Windwood Court started being used for the Social Hour. Now they have a coffee-morning, breakfast sessions and the cafe open a few hours on some days. The new team have the facilities to hand now and are forging ahead. 

5Fri25I’d treated Josie and myself to some special offer smoked haddock, at three 400gm bags for £10. This ensured I had one heck of a struggle to find room for them in the freezer! Also, the fridge was son over-filled again. Haha! I’m looking forward to trying a piece this Sunday on Josie’s meal. Fingers crossed6Sat07!

I got the black and recycling bags made up, and took them to the chute. Got myself dressed and all wrapped-up, the nibbles and treats for the cafe in the trolley, and set off down and through the welcomingly warmed link passage, to the Winwood Court. The rain outside looking set in for the day. I pondered on where to go on my little trip. Deciding t go to the Aldi store, on the busup to the top, and get it back down again. Not enough hobbling, but in the wet weather, it didn’t matter.

I got to the large Winwood social room area and about ten or so tenants were at the cafe having breakfast. It was nice to see them again. I dropped the bag of treats off at the cafe-kitchen, and I was rightly stopped for nearly taking my trolley-walker into the room. (Health & Safety) I handed out the nibbles, which was easier to do in this new much larger room, I could manoeuver around so much easier. I really enjoyed the little chinwags as I went around. Josie, Olive, Mo, Herbert, and many unknown to me folks sat there. I had an in-depth natter with and listened to Ray (I may have the wrong name here, Tsk!) Informing me his tales of Woe. I am always pleased to hear anything this interesting chap tells me. But, I had to depart, (on Rays reminding me not to miss the L9) to catch the bus up to the shops. Farewells, and few goodbyes and take-cares in return (Nice!) I departed and out into the rain to the bus stop. Quiet a gang out there, at least fifteen residents, I’d say. Another grand nattering session, which was cut short by the arrival of the bus.

I got on and ensconced in a side-saddle seat. The bus was almost full. On the short trip of 6Sat08just a few stops, it was nice to have a mini-waffle with others. I got off along with a man and wife who I see and talk to sometimes on the bus, and we chatted as we walked along, getting thoroughly sudoriferous in the rain, to the Aldi Store. A darned imbecilic Pavement Cyclist flew by us, so close to catching the lady. Oy Vey! What a slime-ball!

The lady, using two-sticks, suffers from Rheumatoid Arthritis like me, and she was telling me of her problems with the NHS taking off effective medications that were too expensive! Just like I have gone through. With me, it was the Aludrox SA (Belgian), and the Under-Tongue medications, that I lost. And ever since these were taken off the NHS list, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna’s pains, have been uncontrollable! The poor lady had RAI much wore than I have, yet keeps upbeat every time I meet her. ♥

In the Aldi store, and I got carried away with shopping again! (Meshuggeneh me!) I came out having bought: Gammonsteaks, Wafers to use for nibble-hand-outs, Plug-unblocker, sliced mushrooms Josie likes these), Canned garden peas, and some Sourdough Baguettes. Had a funny-turn at the checkout, a no reason Dizzy Dennis visit. Paid the bill, and faffled about for a while, trying to find the optimum distribution of the purchases to enable the easiest way to control the trolley and right weight distribution between the rain letting-in, minuscule trolley-bag and the carrier. 

6Sat09Then, out in the persistent precipitation, to the bus stop. By the time I’d got to and turned down Sherwood Rise towards the bus stop, I was well soaked and the silly trolley bag was filling up with rainwater!

Hobbling down the hill, and the trolley-walker was getting harder to control with one hand, and that was the dodgy right one. The left one was being used to hold the umbrella!

Old age, infirmity, driving licence taken away, a bus every two hours, I was soaking wet all through, the trolley was filling with rain ruining the stuff inside… but I did have my Old Fart’s free bus pass! I should have all depressed really, but au contraire! I’d met folks, had a laugh and chinwags galore and was not blasély at all, but upbeat – wet as well mind! Hahaha!

6Sat10The leaves and gunk were clinging to the wheels of the walker. Humph! When I arrived at the stop, I seemed to be getting wetter quicker? I realised it was the direction of the wind. So I walked down and around the bend to the next bus stop, where I was hidden a bit from the wind-driven rain.

7Sun21The bus arrived, and some residents of Winwood Heights were on it, and an enjoyable to me, nattering session took place as we travelled the few bus stops back to flats. I was nearly last off of the bus, and out into the rain, now only drizzling, I bade farewell to the others and returned through the link passageway to Woodthorpe Court.

2Tue06The difference in temperature, from Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts, as I went through the swipe door, was plain to feel. Brrr!

Gawd, it was so cold in the Woodthorpe lift lobby. Chalk and cheese!

Up to the flat, no wee-weeing needed? And got the fodder stored away. Then got the nosh started cooking. No handwashing was done. Too weary! But in the morning when I had to do them, I regretted my decision! Hehe! 

6Sat11I had the Roast Vegetable Risotto and frankfurters again. But this time, used black bean sauce, not the BBQ. I added sliced tomatoes and garden peas to the sauce and mixed it all in with the meal when it was cooked. Very good flavour! 9.2/10.

I put the dishes in the sink to soak. Got down in the chair and watched some TV. I did ponder over whether I should do the pots and handwashing, but it turned out a velleity, and soon forgot about.

I suppose I must have fallen asleep, cause I woke up later.

Inchcock Today – Fri 1 Nov 2019: A promlematicalisational day. A painful one, physically and mentally. Grumph!

Nov 01 2019

2019 Tnov 01

Friday 1st November 2019

Bulgarian: Петък 1 ноември 2019 г.

0Nov 01

1Mon03

01:35hrs: I woke, disencumbered the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later) £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, recliner of my body-mass. Positioned myself semi-perpendicular, and almost without realising it, found myself in the wet room, and dropping the PPs to use the Porcelain Throne, when I discerned I didn’t need to!

WDP09LWD 125.0.0 So, I had a wee-wee, and it was another of the rare, but long, long, ongoing, ‘When will it ever stop’, LSDOP (Long-Slow-Drawn-Out-Painful) variety. The pain with it was not precisely excruciating, but it was there for the entire time the wee-weeing took place, and that was a good few minutes it lingered on afterwards! Definitely got an infection in the bladder again! Humph!

While it was slowly trickling out, I pondered on the day’s needs, thus not overthinking about the uncomfortable searing stings from the piddling session. A day indoors today, cause the things are to be delivered from Amazon, between 07:00 and 22:00hrs, and the Stroke After Care man said he would call if he could find the time!

5Fri01I got in the kitchen what seemed like hours after I’d woken up, but it was only half an hour or so. I took the medications and made a brew, the first of oh so many today! The thirst was with me again and as strong as ever. I leaned out of the appallingly badly designed new kitchen window, to take a shot of the morning view.

WDP 08L01WD 125.0.0 I got the computer on and began to update yesterday’s blog. I knew it would take me a long time, cause I had taken so many pictures while I was out and about. As I stood up to go for another wee-wee, Back-Pain-Brenda gave me one heck of a twinge! I froze where I was, dropped the stick WDPH01Land nearly went over. But my being such a fit, athletic, in tip-top condition, agile, nimble sort of energetic young man, I used my tremendous courage and physical abilities to avoid falling over. This may be pandiculating the truth a tad? Hehehe! This wee-wee was another unsettling LSDOP type.

It was cold in the flat this morning. Everything had shrunken that could do. Hehe!

WDP09LWD 125.0.0 The getting the post finished and sent off to WordPress, took me over five hours in the end! The slog was broken by five trips to the loo, every one of the LSDOP style! But at least the expected and anticipated further Libert-Global Virgin Media Internet going down on me didn’t happen. Yet! I went on the WordPress reader section, not a lot on there. But what was on, shone out.

I made an Iceland order.

Then got the ablutions done. And they went well for once. I needed another Porcelain Throne visit, too. Yes, a few dropsies; Toilet roll, toothbrush and paste tube, shaving foam can, razors, soap and Haemorrhoid Harold’s cream; but minimal bleeding, no toe stubbings, clouts again anything hard, and I avoided the sock-glide battle by leaving the 5Fri006socks off! Smugness Creeping in Here! Haha!

WDPright05aWD 125.0.0 But, however, and notwithstanding, the pins were in a right mess again. Paler than never, new blotches and blood papsules, spider, lymph vessels. CVI (phlebitis) and Clopidogrel. But the lumps and Varicose veins seemed far less obvious?

Also, the old ankle ulcer had calmed down from yesterday.

5Fri005WD 125.0.0On the L9 coming home yesterday, the bus went around a corner sharply, and I banged my arm against the trolley handle. I remember saying to Louie, well that’s another bruise to come up and laughing about it.

5Fri007Well, here it is (Above) Humph!

I got myself dried and freshly adorned. And found a letter had been delivered while I was ablutionalisationing. From the Stroke CityCare team. Six pages, with forms to fill in. They are 5Fri007ccalling next Friday 11:40 to 12:40hrs.

It’s getting misty now and light drizzle with it. I took a break from the sending-me goggle-eyed computerisationing and got the much-belated hand-washing done. Only a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of socks. Wrung them out and got the shirt hanging above the sink in the kitchen, and the diabetic bamboo socks on the flat airer.

5Fri08I checked on the Tracker for the Amazon deliveries. Best as I could tell, the torches and tea bags might arrive for 19hrs, and the Dressing Gown via Post Office delivery could be about October next year. Haha!

I daren’t go out to take any rubbish to the chute, in case a delivery arrives and I miss the intercom… that’s assuming it will be working today?

WD 125.0.0 I got some graphicalisationing started in CorelDraw, to get me ahead with the task hopefully. It was a slow grind, with the fingertips often losing sensation and causing me all sorts of messes to try and sort out, Tsk!

After giving up on the computerisationing, due to the ailments granted adscititious hassle, and the ever-correcting mistakes problem it was causing me. Not the least is the frustration and the mind’s acataphasia, I had to surrender.

5Fri13WD 125.0.0Ar5Fri09ound 14:00hrs, the doorbell chimed, and a highly-stressed looking Post Office worker, delivered the parcel containing the cheapo-clearance sale priced dressing gown. Which was a bit of a disappointment in many ways. The deep brown colour on the one shown on Amazon (Left), turned out to be a terribly uneven beige sort of tone, Mind you, I am partially colour blind. I opened the package, and bits of cotton fell out of it. Took the towelling cotton gown out, and even more bits of fluff and white cotton ended up on the carpet. I hung up the purchase to photograph it, and left a trail of bits from junk room to the kitchen, in the hallway. Closer inspection, and reading of the paperwork, this was a one-size option? Although I clicked on Large/Extra Large on the order page, the thing was a little small for my endomorphic, adipose, and overweight, many stomach-folds and chins adorned body to fit into. Hey-Ho! Always the Shlimazel!

I cleaned up the kitchen tops a bit, made a brew of Glengettie. Rearranged the drying handwashing, and went for a wee-wee.

WD 125.0.0 Crikey! What a one that was! A multiple-problem one! To start with, it was another BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) wee-wee. But Little Inchies fungal lesion was haemorrhaging. After cleaning and medicating, then changing the PPs, the wee-weeing started again! This time it was a totally different style, in the LSDOP (Long-Slow-Drawn-Out-Painful) mode. Humph!

5Fri10Around 15:25hrs, the intercom lit-up and rang out. Fortunately, I was in the hallway at the time, it was the Amazon delivery.  I opened the foyer door and waiting for the chap to arrive at the flat. He handed the parcel over, I thanked the young man, off he shot, and I took the stuff into the kitchen, to open and inspect the contents.

5Fri11I tried out one of the wind-up torches, and it worked fine. I left one on the Ottoman near the recliner, for my use, and put the other three away as pressies for Christmas. I resisted making a brew of the Punjana black tea, I would enjoy that treat in the morning, I was too tired to appreciate it at the moment. I still had a part-filled mug of Glengettie anyway.

So, now I could start on the meal preparation. I got some black bean sauce and chopped some tomatoes in with it, got it in the saucepan warming up slowly, and kept an eye on it, stirring it regularly. The oven had been heating up to low heat for hours in readiness.

5Fri14WD 125.0.0 I opened the tray of vegetable risotto. Punctured the film, and got it into the oven. 

I checked and stirred the sauce and tomatoes, and realised I had put in Korean BBQ sauce my mistake for the black bean sauce! But I left it. I even added a drop of the Sukang Puti vinegar to the mix as well. I’ll try anything once. Haha! 

While the Vegetable Risotto cooked, I kept stirring the sauce in the pan, while I had a look at the contents of the meal on the sleeve label. They were: Cooked Risotto Rice (36%) (Water, Risotto Rice), Tomato (20%), Roasted Vegetables (16%) (Red Onion, Courgette, Red Pepper, Butternut Squash), Onion, White Wine, Water, Vegetable Oils (Rapeseed, Sunflower), Pesto Sauce (3%) (Sunflower Oil, Basil, Medium Fat Hard Cheese [Milk], Salt), Regato Cheese (Milk), Garlic, Herbs, Garlic Purée, Demerara Sugar, Cornflour, Salt, Tomato Purée, Rehydrated Sun-Dried Tomato, Black Pepper, White Wine Vinegar, Basil, Sugar, Garlic Extract, Basil Extract. Mmm?

I put a sourdough baguette in the oven half-way through cooking. Got a Limoncello dessert, a bottle of fresh orange juice and an apple on the tray with the cutlery all ready for dining! And awaited the feast to cook!

5Fri12The mixture did not look overly attractive when I served it up and mixed in the Korean BBQ sauce and tomatoes in the dish.

What a stab in the dark meal, but it was the best, the most enjoyable one I’ve had in ages! Gorgeous Flavour! The Aldi sourdough baguette was warm inside and so crispy crusted! I’d overcooked it a bit, but it turned out lovely! The vegetable risotto and BBQ sauce went down a right treat! Even the few drops of the Sukang Puti Vinegar could be tasted. This must be the most potent vinegar on the market? The Taste-Rating of 9.25/10 was deserved!

I dined and wallowed in delight as I gobbled-up the meal. And felt well surfeited afterwards. I lay there, satisfied and happy, then fell-asleep. 

WD 125.0.0 I woke an hour or so later, in a desperate need of a wee-wee. And what a calamity followed as I tried to get up quickly out of the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched the flat for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, to go for my wee-wee! .

WDPright03WD 150.0.0a I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, and entirely concentrating on getting to the wet room, didn’t realise that the food tray was still on my knees, it fell off, I wobbled, lost control (still half-asleep?) of the stick, and fell in a heap over the Ottoman. Knocking over the airer and handwashing on my way to the floor! Hit my chin and caught the right arm on the bruise, then all was silent. I lay there, I must have looked like a collapsed rhinoceros amidst the clothes, the now bent airer, and the walking stick having come to rest close to the Little Inchy location! I freed myself of the entangled airer and clothing and moved away on my knees, which started Arthur Itis off, I moved to some stable furniture and used it to get myself back on my feet, (Not an easy task!), retrieved the stick, and off to the wet room!

wdp02LeftWD 125.0.0 But I didn’t make it in time! My earlier joy at the wonderful meal, dissipated, to be replaced with an ‘Embarrassing and Self-deprecation’ mood! At my age, something like this has to happen! Even the wee-wee (what was left off it), was one of the RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) type! Humph! I cleaned things up, changed clothes, and put on a new set of PP’s.

Well, I could have done without that series of Whoopsiedangleplops!

WDPright02WD 125.0.0 The Arthur Itis knees, Back-Pain-Brenda and a new pain in the ribs, now! I had to sort out the room. The airer is now bent out of shape. (As would be most things that my substantially voluminous, jelly-mould body falls on!)

The tray and cutlery had to be collected and washed. The carpet had to be cleaned with the brush and dustpan (carefully), too late to use the hoover. The clothes refitted on the airer, which was still working!

WD 125.0.0 Then, sod-me, I needed another wee-wee, this time I fetched the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). It was a different type again! Of the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) variety. I wonder what the hell is going off with the bladder?

I got a wash and changed PP’s again, just in case anything happens later. Got a drink of Springwater by the recliner and sat down on it… not the springwater, the chair! Much to the displeasure of Arthur Itis and Back-Pain-Brenda.

WDP 12cHowever, despite the recent altercationalistic happenings, sleep actually came, no getting up for any wee-wees, no dream and no ailment pains woke me up? They perhaps felt sorry for me? Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 31st October 2019: A day of addlepatedness!

2019 sOct 31

2019 sOct 31

Thursday 31st October 2019

 Hebrew: יום חמישי 31 באוקטובר 2019

Oct 31

WD 50.100.200. 00:40hrs:  Woke in need of the Porcelain Throne. I extracted my worryingly ever-growing more flabby-body from the £300, second-hand, rickety, c1968 recliner, grabbed the four-pronged stick, and off to the wet room. A right mixed bag this morning. The evacuation began of its own before I was settled in the Throne! The oh so painful movement was in auto mode, I had no control over any actions taking place. And bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little Inchies lesion! And how come such a dollop again? The blood was cleaned up, new PPs adorned, washed up, and off to the kitchen (Feeling a stone or so lighter, Hehe!)

A bit of a Dizzy Dennis bout as I put the kettle on, but it didn’t last for long. I took the medications and made a mug of tea.

WDPright05aWD 50.100.200. Straight on the computer, and began to get this blog started. Downloaded the photographs for Wednesday’s post, and something was causing things to go very slowly? Oy Vey! When I’d tuned them-up on CorelDraw, I tried to get them in the WordPress album to use…

Virg 50.100.200

The internet was going so slow when it did go, and cutting out occasionally all morning long, This happened so often, my blogging-pleasure was almost destroyed. Thanks, Fries! 

I moved on to finalising the Wednesday post.

Virg 50.100.200

This took a few hours, despite so few photographs going on the blog.

4Thu02I made a brew of tea, took an Aperture setting photo of the morning sky. Converted it to 32 bit, and it came out alrightish.

The internet was still down, so I got the ablutions done. Stand-up job needed doing before the Morrison delivery arrived, it’s too early to use the noisy shower. It went very fair, too! No Accifauxpas, the Sock-Glide fight was a draw, no toe-stubbing, and the dropsies were about average. Toothbrush (2), flannel, soap, and razors (3). Oh, I did kick the bleach bottle over, but no leaking. So I’d say a 7/10 score! Hahaha!

4Thu03Although the pins (legs, knees) were not looking too healthy this morning. A new series of multi-coloured extra-large Clopidogrel blotches had appeared, as well as spots, blotches and welts! The knees looked very painful, but in fact, didn’t feel too bad at all?

I got myself ready, and made up the eight rubbish bags, and left them near the door to go out after 0800hrs to the chute.

Hello, the internet is back on! I made an Ocado order up cause I noticed the had the Glengettie tea bags on sale. When I got to the checkout, they were Out-of-Stock! So I cancelled the order, Humphed and swore under my breath! Swine!

I went on Amazon to get a wind-up torch, well, two, one for a little pressie, and one for me. While on there, I noticed that they were selling the Thompson black teabags, those that Morrisons stopped stocking! Definitely the second-best on the market. Glengettie Gold the absolute way-ahead best, but I can’t find any on sale anywhere now Amazon and Ocado have stopped stocking them Grrr, spit and curse! But the Thompsons, I recall were nearly as good as The Glengettie Gold. So I ordered some of them as well. Not cheap, but with free delivery, and all of the goods are to be delivered tomorrow! Stuff Ocado for not stocking the Gold, and Morrisons for stopping Thompsons! Gits! Luckily it doesn’t bother me much. Lie-Mode-Detected!

4Thu04The Morrison delivery arrived, I let him in the foyer door, (Yes the intercom was working!)

He got tot he door and kindly dumped the carriers inside the door for me. I thanked him, handed him the used bags from the last delivery, and got the bags into the kitchen to sort out.

4Thu05

I should manage without a delivery next week. I’m stocked up on instant mash now, in case the wet weather causes any more blight. Plenty of my favourite rice in the bin, too. I tried some ready-made meals on offer at three for £5, vegetable risotto. I had to get the packs back on the bashed up trays, but I don’t think any were leaking.

I updated the calendar with the Amazon deliveries for tomorrow. Added the INR blood test to it also, it’s not until 11th, so I will be having withdrawal symptom for the lack of a visit from my beautiful Polish phlebotomy nurse next week. Sob!

Ah, time to take the bags to the rubbish chute, and get ready for my going out on the bus to town, in search of some Chinese sausages I’ve been advised, that go very nicely with rice.

Back later on. (Oh, I do hope so anyway, Haha!)

Set off down the lift, and called into the Oberstgruppenführeresses Wardens Interrogation Room and Office. Nibbles and chinwags, then on into the large Social Room in Winwood Court. I was going to do the crossword puzzle before getting the bus to town, but met a Nottingham City Homes chap on his laptop, and had a natter, chinwag and moan with him instead. It was nice to talk to someone other than a shop assistant. Hehe!

Out to the bus stop, a ganglet of residents lurked around the bus shelter, and in seconds the City-bound L9 arrived. Some residents let me get on the bus ahead of them, to get settled in the side-saddle seat. Gladly. Mary sat in another side-saddle, and we had a good gossip en route to town. Where we dropped off and both went into the Poundland Store. I was in search of some Magnesium tablets but didn’t find any again. Mary stocked-up with her coffee and other bits. She paid, we said our farewells and we parted.

4Thu06Mary caught the bus to Arnold, and I set off on a hobble to the Asian store in Hockley. On the way,

I spotted the frontage of the Palais de dance, now renamed the Prizm, decorations for Halloween. Gross, innit? Haha!

4Thu07aI cut through Heathcoat Street onto Goosegate, and noticed the Oriental Mart shop, and called in for a walk around. Blimey, it was messy and dirty in there. I did have a good search around to find Chinese sausages, eventually finding some in a fridge. But they were all dried air-tight packed ones. The writing was in Korean, Japanese or Chinese, and they did not look attractive at all, so I left, and carried on to the end of the road and left down the hill, to the Asiana Express shop.

4Thu08e

After a hunt around (It was a large store), I asked an assistant if they had any Chinese Sausages, and she led me to where they were. I found three different types, again all air-packed and dried ones. One was black and white, one brown and the other red?

4Thu08FWDPright05aUnsure of how to cook them anyway, I left them and looked around and found some seaweed snacks and Skewered Beancurd nibbles. I think I have tried the beancurd before and liked it, but, of course, I may be getting this mixed up with something else.

5Fri02Knowing my recently increasing propensity for disorientation, and bewilderment, along with my involuntary adoption of a hazy-dazed-state of befuddlement, I might be wrong. Tsk! I also got tempted, by a bottle of Marca Pina Vinegar (Sukang Puti Vinegar), Made in the Philippines. I did a Google search later, to find out what it is used on. White vinegar is sometimes also referred to as spirit vinegar. Contrary to its name, white vinegar is actually clear. It is usually produced from sugar cane, the extract of which is put through acid fermentation. In the process, the liquid is oxidized, causing the chemicals in it to change and become more acidic. Another way of making white vinegar is to combine acetic acid with water. This variation is much sourer than the naturally fermented type; it has 5% to 20% acetic acid content and is considered stronger than any of the other types.

I could not find exactly, apart from shrimps, what it is to used to flavour? No mention of chips of course. Haha! One site suggested using it with soy sauce, so it might go well with rice or baked beans? Most likely I’ve no idea what I’m waffling on about, but I’ll give it a go, anyway. Another site, said that it was good for diabetics?

I got carried away there, sorry. Back to the diary.

4Thu07I paid the lady the requested £9.64, and departed, up the hill towards Carlton Street.

The cafe with the al-fresco seating looked rather sad! Time to call in Hells Kitchen’s Gordon Ramsay, methinks? I wonder if he’s ever done a place in Nottingham? I suppose it’s more profitable for him to carry on in the USA though.

Hobbling up the hill4Thu08, I was given plenty of chances to picture the many law-breaking and getting away with it, Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists going up and down. But this one was the most interesting one, as was proved seconds after taking the photograph, and his comical, almost acrobatic effort, to avoid the signpost outside a shop! Charlie Chaplin or Buster Keaton would have been proud of doing on screen! Hahaha!

4Thu08aTop of the hill, I spotted an imitation policeman and a Sainsbury security guard, outside the store, having a good chinwag and laugh about something or other. I took this photograph just to prove that I actually saw an Police officer, on foot, in Nottingham City centre (Albeit an imitation one!)

4Thu08dI moved on down the hill on Pelham Street, where a gauntlet of beggars, salesmen and women and a counterfeit-bogus Big Issue seller (No badge, and only one copy of a very out of date magazine! Oh, yes, my investigative skills were on the boil, here!), each after some money of some kind from me. They didn’t get any!

Down the slope and to the Queen Street bus stop. The bus arrived on time, and I had a jolly-entertaining laugh joke, memory prompting, and some leg-pulling (Not literally, Hehe!), with Penny, Louie and a lady from Mapperley en route. This helped the journey go quickly, but unfortunately, before I arrived at the flats, the need for me to go quickly for a wee-wee developed! For a once, I did not wait until the others got off of the bus, I got up first, and changed hellos with folk at the shelter, and scurried along back in a determined but painful to the knees efffort, to avoid any Accifauxpas! I got in the flat and the wet room in time. It seemed the inner wee-wee tap had been turned back on.

wdp02LeftWD 50.100.200. I suppose with the lack of passing earlier, it had to come. This wee-wee, made me think of firemen’s hose-pipes, and Sunami’s! There were not many areas after the gushing HDTS (Heavy-Duty-Torrential-Splashback) wee-wee, that didn’t need cleaning up, including my podgy, short, overweight body! The evacuation and the bending down cleaning had tired me out, and Back-Pain-Brenda had started to give me some stick! Yet, surprisingly, RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) had actually eased off considerably? All part of the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination!

4Thu08eI left the handwashing for tomorrow, (Which I may regret) and got the nosh sorted out. I put some black bean sauce in the pan, then the frankfurters, next, the rice and a little BBQ sauce. Ten minutes later, it was in the bowl on the tray with some Milk Roll bread, orange juice and a Limoncello dessert, oh and some seaweed nibble sheets.

The meal was enjoyable, even if I was fighting off tiredness and resisting falling asleep while eating it! I managed to get the washing up done, no wee-wees again and got settled down in the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

WDP 12b WDP GI got the headphones on. It was heavenly ecstasy, utopian, pure-pleasure, I fell asleep. I even began dreaming of a wonderfully pleasant, non-irritational, no-hassle life I was living in a cottage with Suzie and our family. I’ve never dreamt of such happy-perfection before. It was Bliss! 

WDPStraightWD 50.100.200. Then, the landline rang and flashed and woke me up! @ξX~#! Unbelievable, it was the unshaven crooked, bully of a Brother-in-Law Pete ringing! I suspect he’d checked his drone or one of the CCTV cameras he fitted in the flat when he was nicking my valuables while I was in the hospital, and saw that I was sleeping. He gave me the low down on his hospital visit. Good news, it is not cancer! But he is to be sent to the City Hospital, possibly the dedicated MSU (Money-Stealing Unit!), to find out what the growth is, then have a biopsy, followed by the possibility of an operation to go in and have a proper investigative look. Poor chap, he’s been so fit for so long, it’s only natural that he will be concerned. I found a lot more scribbled notes I wrote down, with humourous suggestions I think, to myself, for writing here, but the writing became indecipherable! (Well, I was half-asleep at the time!) he awaits the appointments to arrive. No doubt recounting my cash and building even more advanced drones and clandestine CCTVs! Hehehe!)

The conversation finished with a nonchalant, “I’ll let you get back to sleep now!” from the lad. But he’d already destroyed my dream, along with bringing back the memories of my cash being stolen from me! As if there was any chance of my getting back to sleep! Grumph! Giggle!

 But did get back to sleep. (Wished I’d keep my mouth shut now! Hahaha!)

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 30th October 2019: Humdrum stuck in the flat day. Tsk!

2019 sOct 30

2019 sOct 30

Wednesday 30th October 2019

Danish: Onsdag 30 Oktober 2019

Oct 30

00:50hrs. Good morning, my fellow Wordsmithonians and photographicalisationalistical, philosophising, friends. Hope all is well with you?

WD 0.200.200 I woke to sound of the flipping humming, droning sound that is all around the building, 24/7, non-stop! But it seemed to be worse, lounder and definitely more annoying this dark-dang early morning. Whether it was, or it might have been my frame of mind, or the hearing suddenly working again, I don’t know. It made me cringe at the knowledge that nothing could be done about it!

Ah, well! It was soon replaced with the call to the Porcelain Throne. Which over the last four days, has been absent, but it’s back on song again, at its usual time. Which is whenever I wake up. So, I struggled out of the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, seat while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took. (I still haven’t got them back yet nearly six-months later, and I’ve learnt he has given away my £80 worth if twenty-pence pieces to the RNLI), chair. £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. Grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, (I’m mastering it now, not falling over it so often) and off I wobbled to the wet room.

WDP 08R02WD 0.200.200 Well, it could have been a story and a half this session, but I’ll best skimp over it. It was bloody in the extreme, massive in size and needed medicationalisationing, involving Anusol, Anugesic HC, and Germaloids pads fitting, and a lot of cleaning up afterwards! Nuff said!

WD 0.200.200 & WD 0.200.200a Into theWDP09R kitchen, and started to feel a little philophobic for some reason that was not known to me. Another mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! I was soon sorry I mentioned my getting-accustomed to using the new walking stick. I got tangled up with it and knocked over the stuff on the draining board onto the floor as I attempted to retrieve the situation. Pee’d off with myself Mode Adopted!

I decided it would be a stay indoors to try and catch-up with the graphicalisationing.

WD 0.200.200 WDPright05aLGot the computer on, and was really irked, excruciatingly annoyed again, I still hated myself for having the tussle with the pots and losing the altercation. When…

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3Wed01eWD 0.200.200 So, I got the kettle on, took the medications, finding out that I had not taken last night’s dosages. Unsure what to do about this. I was dithering and shilly-shallying with uncertainty. Oh, I grew more and more wee’d-off with myself as the day went on! Finally deciding, but uncertain about if it was a good option, I took the morning med’s, and just the 1½ Warfarins, and the Simvastatin. Made the mug of tea. And then I jiggled the handwashing around, to assist it in drying. I had both airers on the go. The stand-up and the flat one. The jammie bottoms were the ones that needed more help than the towel, shirt and socks to dry.

3Wed001bI took a photo through the unwanted nor liked new kitchen through the with the thick-famed, letting the wind in when closed, light & view-blocking, window. I used the Nikon camera because I had worked out how to get the Aperture priority setting on. At night or in the dark, it automatically gives a highlighted picture, that I like

I returned to the computer, find Mr Fries connection had returned – the system was so slow but working! Which will probably mean a pay-rise for him. Humph!

I pressed on, and after about five hours, I got the updating done! Phew! Got it posted off, and went on the WordPress reader. A lot on there today.

3Wed01fI spent many hours doing graphics for page tops etc. I must have spent six hours on these jobs. Thoughts and Day of’s even got a couple of templates made in advance, but I was feeling weary now. Made a start on this blog, but it was getting late. I made a brew, and the sky looked terrific up there.

3Wed01gaI made the nosh. Gammon ham, baked beans with added BBQ sauce, a sourdough baguette, lemon yoghourt and a tiny Cox’s apple. Took the medications with the meal. All good the stuff! (Not the medications, off course, Hehe!)  Even the little apple was tasty, the sourdough great! The fooder was a bit of a feast really. Flavour rating was 8.5/10. Slurp!

The wee-weeing seemed to have dried up today? And Little Inchies fungal lesion was leaking odd bits of blood, I had to sort things out and change PPs a few times during the day. But Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were kind to me. And not a single Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine from the leg either! Smug-Mode-Engaged!

WD 0.200.200 WDP 08R02aI got the handwashing sorted and hung to dry. And yet again, the fingers, hand and arm lost nerve sensations, and I dropped some washing as I was taking it to be hung over the heater, it fell on the drainer, knocking the same stuff over that I did earlier! Got it cleaned all picked up and sorted. But Anne Gyna was not happy about the bending down again, and let me know. Boy, did she!

I did the pot washing, stripped and got into the night attire, and settled into the £300, second-hand, imitation not-working recliner that Brother-inLaw Pete broke while was stealing my valuables when I was in the stroke hospital. To watch a Hustle DVD.

WD 0.200.200 But things didn’t go to plan. (Nowt new there, then!) The DVD player would load the film, but not play it? So, being so tired, I just couldn’t cope with trying to sort it out and switched to the TV. I checked the programmes and began to watch an Interceptor episode. Falling asleep at the first set of advertisements. Zzz!

WD 0.200.200 I sprang awake, thinking it was morning, and being in need of a Porcelain Throne Evacuation backed up my thinking. Out of the recliner, stubbed the damned toe en route to the wet room, and sat there for ages waiting for something to move or happen! I whistled, silently sang a song, tried doing a crossword and dreamt of being young and fit again, all before the motion began – again of its own accord, I had no control of the action. I thought at one stage, I was going to burst open, such was the magnitude of the escaping content. Less bleeding this time though. I felt exhausted?

WD 0.200.200 I went gingerly and with bowed legs, not easy with using the walking stick that, to the kitchen to make a brew! This is when I realised I’d only been asleep for about an hour. Seeing the might view out of the window, and reading the clock, gave me a clue as to the time. Hahaha! Twit! I took three snaps of the horizon, all in different settings on the Nikon camera. But blown if I could see much difference?

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Of course, I wrote down the settings, but can I find them? No!

I climbed back into the not-working-at-the-moment recliner-less recliner and did my best to nod-off. But it took a while!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 29th October 2019: The After-Stroke Session, was Gehenna & Aganomy! Hehehe!

2019 sOct 29

2019 sOct 29

Tuesday 29th October 2019

Hmong: Hnub Tuesday 29 Lub Kaum Hli 2019

Oct 29

00:35hrs. Woke again without the need for the Throne. But an imitation wee-wee was taken, of the RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) variety. Once again, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna started off being so kind to me. The right side, all of it, legs, fingers, hands, arm and shoulder, were giving me the odd shakings, and the fingertip nerves were on and off in the sending messages to the brain, stakes.

2Tue03The bucket had hardly been used again. I grabbed the stick, out of the £300 second-hand, horrendously tatty, beige coloured, c1968 recliner, used the bucket, and wobbled off to the kitchen. Where I took this shot of the morning view. Took the medications, made a brew, and by then, the Porcelain Throne was needed, so off to the wet room. The knees in decent form, but Arthur itis is a cunning enemy, and toys with me, you know. Haha!

WD 200.120.20 Worra session it was too! There was not a lot of areas that weren’t bleeding! The poo, Harold’s Haemorrhoids, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, and the nose. Why? No idea, other than Harold’s piles of course. And it was another ginormous evacuation again. A good cleaning-up of the affected areas, then I disinfected the bucket.

2Tue02aA good wash, and back to the nearly cold mug of tea. And took it with me to the computer. The need to get things done as quickly as I could, prompted by my need to leave really early today, to catch the bus into town for the After-Stroke Physio session. (I was not feeling up to walking there today) Not that I had a lot of confidence or willingness to go at all after last weeks farcicalisationalistic four hours of pain! Hehehe!

I got the updating finished for the Sunday blog (Five-hours later!), then started this one going.

2Tue04Hunger pangs arrived, and I had some cornflakes and nibbled a few biscuits.

WD 200.120.20 Closed everything down, and got the ablutions tended to. Which were a pleasant surprise for me; with only a few dropsies, a winning battle against the sock-glide as well! But the bleeding from the rear-end continues. So, I added a pad in the PPs, just to be on the safe side. Off course, this will mean embarrassing lumps and bulges showing at the After-Stroke Physio session. But that can’t be helped.

Readied things for the trip. Heavy warm coat on (I wish I’d put the gloves on, now!) Then checked taps, doors, lights etc. were all okay. To the door, and the uncertainty rose, had I checked the wet room taps and heater, the stove? With my minds insecurities, fears, and ambivalence, I have to accept as a part of my beinghood and psyche nowadays. Sad as it is. I had no choice but to do another tour around to recheck again. Humph!

2Tue20All okay, I set off, down in the elevator, which were now both working!

It was flaming cold in there this morning, and the nose began to run, a sneeze and a cough, was followed by a rather alarming involuntary escapage of wind from the rear-end!

1Mon02As cold as I thought it was in the lift, it was far worse outside! Brrr! Shudder!

I took this photo of a car windscreen as I hobbled by it on Winchester Street on my way to the bus stop. By Jiminy! Winter is arriving now! 

2Tue21There were 14 minutes until the bus was due. So I decided to hobble down the hill, to the earlier bus stop, thus helping me to keep the body a little warmer.

WD 200.120.20 But the walk took me a little longer than I had planned. Due to the obstreperousness of the three-wheeled-walker, and its determination to topple over! (It’s never liked being used downhill) But I managed to control it, I think the few silently-voiced curse words that issued from my mind, might have helped. Hahaha! When I got to the stop, the bus came within a minute or so. Catching this earlier bus helped. It didn’t get anywhere near as full, and the later one does.

2Tue22I arrived in town and dropped off, going into the Poundland Store. I came out with the trolley bag full, and two carrier bags hanging on the three-wheeler bars. That reminds me, I have not given this trolley a name yet, I’ll have a think about it. I gingerly tested out the handling qualities of Three-Wheeled Tricia Trolley? (A bit long for a name innit?) In these bags were: Flying saucers, mould remover, diaries, nibbles for the bag, and a selection of sarnies for the After-Stroke clan.

I limped, always weary as Three-Wheeled Tricia was wobbling a bit with the uneven weight distribution of the bags hanging in the handlebars. I got through the Victoria Centre (Mall) to the Tesco Store. After a good sniff around, I came out with some Puff Pastry fingers, biscuits for the Stroke clan, apples and a packet of rice. Paid the lady, and went to a table to redistribute the bags again. Not much room left anywhere for anything else now.

WD 200.120.20 But I still departed and walked over to the Bargain Store on Milton Street. Where I purchased a little bottle of Texan BBQ sauce, a packet of Potato biscuits and a bottle of washing up liquid. I paid the lady and had to redistribute the things in the bag to get these things bought into them – unfortunately, I left the washing-up liquid on the side, and forgot to put it in the bag! What a schlimazel!

I’ve put the Street Art came I across, on my precarious trot with the trolley, from Trinity Square to the meeting hall for the crippling After-Stroke exercises.

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I had arrived slightly early, so I got myself in a position away from the wind, to wait in,  on Goldsmith Street, opposite the UNiversity. Just nipping out now and then, to take these photos as I sheltered.

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2Tue16I hobbled, hazardously with Three-Wheeled Tricia doing her own thing, to Chaucer Street, and got in the Church Hall.

There were five other patients in there, sat on chairs in the middle of the room, and I shouted a hearty ‘Good morning all!’ Then went around each one of them, then the two nurses, and gave a special hello to them. The atmosphere was definitely a low-key one. Which mt EQ warned me of, things would not go well! I put the nibbles on the sink counter, and rejoined the clan of, what can I say? Unenthusiastic Stroke-Survivors. It was so cold in there, too! That may have had some effect on the folks rather, erm… downbeat mood?

The exercises were deliberately rushed through, by Oberstgrúppenfhreressess Tasmin, in an effort to help us keep warmer. As expected, every exercise involving bending of the knees was too painful, and I skimmed over what I should have been doing, guiltily, I might add.

WD 200.120.20  I was enjoying doing all the others, though, and heartily did my bestest with them. Doing the step-ups, I turned to pass comment on the new pictures the kids had done on the stairs wall; And got the impression most people were looking at the rear-bulge in my pants! It is possible it was only my imagined view. But a feeling that they were laughing a bit with each other about it prevailed.

The gang adorned their outer clothing as soon as the exercises finished, including me. The fact that none of them seemed interested in talking to me when we had the break disturbed me. Had I imagined this? It is possible, I suppose. I was feeling disturbed and uncomfortable. Imagination? Lack of Confidence? Self-consciousness? Modestness? Self-effacement? The bulging PPs? Or a combination of these things, perhaps. I continued as if all was normal. The sarnies I took, went down well with a couple of the team, not with the other four though. Which sapped the spirits a little more. Also, we now being only a party of six, which I believe started off as fifteen, many had fallen by the wayside, which was sad in itself but told a hidden tale to me.

WD 200.120.20 I told them and the Generalfeldmarschallesses that I was going half-an-hour early and explained that it was to catch the bus, as finishing at the usual time, gives me an hour to wait for the next one. And I needed to go home sharpishly. I did not mention the blood I could feel pouring from my rear-end, off-course. The response was one of, ‘So what!’ Or was this also my imagination?

2Tue23I departed, and miserably made my way to the bus stop on Queen Street, aware that maybe things were already showing through the trousers?

Crossing over the pedestrian lights o Upper Parliament Street,  took this snap from the 2Tue24island in the middle of the road. I go. It shows the difficulty the buses have in getting through the everyday traffic.

Down to the bus stop, and a lady at the shelter had a natter with me. Nice that!

Penny from Woodthorpe Court got on and sat next to the lady, and we had a little chinwag en route home. I managed to stay in the side-saddle seat, despite the driver’s determination to tip me off of it! Hehe! I also managed somehow, to nod-off apparently, so Penny told me later. Tsk!

We all alighted at Winwood Heights, and Penny and I walked through the Winwood link-passage back to the shiveringly cold Woodthorpe Court. Both lifts were still in operation, too! I tried to make sure my rear-end did was not seen as much as possible. Farewells to Penny as she got out of the lift, and I hastily made my way to the flat. Trolley and me inside, and off in the wet room to assess the rear-end. It was not as bad as it felt though. Yes, well-bloodied, but it had not been torrenting out, thankfully. I toileted, cleaned up, 2Tue18medicated things, and got the jammie-bottoms on, took the other clothes to be hand-washed and freshened up. Wrung-out and hung to dry,  I later moved them on to the warm airers. Got the fodder put away.

The meal was started being prepared. An easy to make one tonight, well, afternoon. Chips, a sliced tomato, baked beans and vegetarian sausage with BBQ sauce added and some Aldi wholemeal part-baked cobs. And a decent meal too! I got it served up, and as I did so, the humming, blowing noise that is always around the flat/building, started to get more obtrusive! Grr!

2Tue19The meal was consumed while I began to watch a Hustle DVD. A most delightfully enjoyed nosh it was! A flavour-rating of 7.9/10!

I realised at this stage, that the wee-weeing had been so much less today, and wondered why. Just thought I’d mention it! 

WDP 12bI was really enjoying watching the old series one Hustle DVD, despite my knowing what was coming up and the outcome of the story. Hehe!

‘Nuf said!’

Inchcock Today – Monday 28th October 2019: Not much got done, thwarted and Whoopsiedangleplopped!

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2019 sOct 27

Monday 28th October 2019

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 28 Listopada 2019. Godine

Oct 28

WDPright03WD 60.20.0 02:10hrs: Trying to sleep was abandoned. After a night of sleeplessness, unit a ten minute-spell, when I did nod-off and had a nightmare of nightmares! A phantasma that consisting of just about everything I have done wrong in my life drifting through it! Misinterpretations, boo-boos, failures, errors, bad choices, goofs, faux pas, over and underestimations, inadvertencies, snafus, aberrations, and misdiagnoses. The dream even made me feel guilty about the typographical errors brought on by the peripheral neuralgia and failing memory! I had a hatred of myself and my actions, toying with my conscience! I was well-pleased when I woke up and thought it best not to risk my falling back to sleep and returning to that worryingly lurid and grotesque nightmare. It’s almost unheard of, a night-dream getting to me, but this one did! Oy Gevalt! 

The aches and pains were not to bad as I jiggled things about a bit. The breathing was a struggle, and I soon found that the hands and fingers were going to cause me a few dropsies today, as they were losing sensitivity on and off, to touch straight away. However, lack of too much aggravation from Arthur Itis, Back-Pain-Brenda and Anne Gyna, levelled the pain-playing field, so’s to speak, somewhat.

Getting my short, stocky but flabby body out of the £300, c1968, rickety recliners, was unwontedly, almost hassle-free! A wee-wee urge developed as soon as I got into a semi-stood up position. And, when I grabbed the stock and got the few paces to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), it had hardly been used overnight? And what was passed, really was, almost nothing more than a few fluid ounces, and that was all gently sprayed everywhere but the bucket, by the INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-wee! I reckon it must be, as I thought yesterday, a urine infection come on.

WDPright05aWD 60.20.0 I cleaned things up and went to change PPs in the wet room. When conveniently, the Porcelain Throne was needed, and it was a good job I was in the shower room at the time. Or else I would never have got to the Throne in time, from anywhere further away! Phew! This time, the evacuation was harder in every sense, and still a lot of it! Ah, well, all gone now. Haha! Washed up, changed PPs, and off to the kitchen.

7Sun05I took the medications, and made a super-tasty brew of Gelengettie tea!

Another wee-wee was called for, and I used the GPWWB, to avoid spraying and decorating the wet room and cleaning it again! I made sure that any splashes and or spray would not miss the bucket and passed a UPWTWW (Unwilling-Painful-Weak-Trickling) style wee-wee.

Computer on, and visited the WordPress reader. Then, I began updating the Sunday post. With many nerve-end failures and a few pathetic painful wees, and making mugs of tea in between, hours later, I’d got it done. But, with many addlepated moments of concern!

The humming, droning constant wind-like noise all around the block, was more intrusive than ever this morning. I became increasingly iracundulous and irritated by it!

The beautiful, highly-desirous, kind, wonderful phlebotomy nurse is due this morning or lunchtime to take the blood for the Warfarin INR testing. Heart flutters & and hatred of my being too old! ♥

WDP09LWD 60.20.0 The1Mon05 itching in the leg started again. Out of interest, I looked up ‘Causes of itching under the skin legs’. Ahem! This is what I found on the web: Dracunculous: Guinea Worm Disease: The female can grow to 31 inches! Sorry I looked now! Haha!

Another wee-wee and another brew of tea made, then back on the computer. I made a start on this blog. I got up to here, and decided to have some breakfast, but what? I had a search around for something I fancied. Tea 1Mon14and biscuits again, I suppose? I’ll have some of the  Manner Lemon wafers, and then try out the new ankle support straps. (Failure yet!)

By gum, life is vibrant and contentment-ridden, innit? Hehe!

I took two photos of the same area, the first one in Aperture plus mode, the second on Auto. Neither was brilliant.

1Mon04

Off to the wet room to sort the ablutions out. As for my forecast of the dropsies expected, I was was way-out. The only ones were the toothbrush (2) and the razor (1). Smug-Mode-Engaged!

I made another brew, had an INHBT wee-wee, and back on the computer and CorelDraw. To try and create some graphics before the Angel arrives.

 Who did come minutes later, a different Nurse, nice lady, who was in a bit of a rush, with us being down to one lift only again in the flats, and she had other patients to see as well yet. I thanked her and wished her well, and got things ready for my trip to go bargain hunting at the ‘Affordable’ Food Shop, on Derby Road. I read about it on the Evening Post site and could see some small jars of Hoisin sauce in one of the pictures, half-price.

7Sun11WD 60.20.0 I spent a while double-checking, to reassure myself that I’d left everything safe, and set out to the lift to go down to the OBergruppenfüreress Warden’s Holding Cell Office, to see if they were interested in having the Mexican flavoured rice so as not to waste the second packet. With only one lift, I had a long wait for it to arrive. When it did, there were two resident, man and wife, in the cage, and then me with my trolley walker, then another bloke got in, and then off one floor lower. Decent couple the new folks. We chatted and had a laugh. I alighted the elevator and limped through the link corridor the Warden’s Interrogation Office. No one in, they’ll be out working. I pressed on and out to the bus stop. It was cold again. Not that it bothered me, I was well wrapped up, and having an enjoyable chinwag and moaning session with other tenants at the stop. On the bus, and I managed to interest Cyndy in the flavoured rice. Cyndy and Eric were not on the bus for long as they got off on Mapperley Tops, but we managed a natter, all the same.

En route to town, I nearly lost my grip on the side-saddle seat a few times. Obviously a Formula One fan, this driver. Hehe!

WD 60.20.0 As I got off of the bus on Queen Street and turned to go up the hill, I suffered a Dizzy Dennis attack. The worst one in a long time. It took a good few minutes of my leaning against an electrical box before Dennis cleared. Afterwards, I was a little weary, but all seemed fine.

1Mon06I walked along Upper Parliament Street to the big traffic island with Derby Road. The sun was out, but nit very warm with it, and the people of Nottingham seemed to be in a generally good mood. No policemen were seen at all, and the pins and Arthur Itis were doing very well for me!

To get onto Derby Road the side I need for where the shop was, I had to tackle three sets of pelican lights. None of them gave me enough time to get over the road before they changed to green for the traffic. Much to the driver’s annoyance, I even got a pap and dirty look from one of them! Oy Vay!

In an island between the maze of crossings, I took a couple of shots of the Cathedral.

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1Mon09aWD 60.20.0 I limped up the hill, coping well with the trolley for once. My mind was on those Hoisin snf black bean sauce bottles I’d seen in the Nottingham Post site earlier – but: Bother me! They do not open on Monday and Tuesdays. So, on tomorrow’s visit to the After-Stroke Physio session, I still can’t get to shop there! Glubbledangsoddit!

WDP09RWD 60.20.0Ac I was phlegmatic about the situation, though, it was almost as if apanthropinisation had taken me over. I just took this photo and calmly turned around, back down the Derby Road hill. Which is where the problems came into play: The three-wheeler-walker does not like going downhill! I got to the Albert Hall junction and had to go up a steep kerb, that I managed, but as I set off again, the trolley went over after hitting a broken paving slab sticking up! I manoeuvered myself somehow, so as to avoid going over with it, though. Innit amazing the things you keep in your three-wheeler-walker bag? I noticed this as I struggled a bit, to retrieve the comprehensive selection of hand-out nibbles, pen, crossword book, an apple, receipts etc. and bits and pieces that had accrued, and spilt out onto the pavement! Hehehe! 

1Mon09bWD 60.20.0 As I got into the City Centre, this food-delivery ‘Herbert’ all but hit me me as he belted by. I’d like to take this opportunity to apologise to him for my unthinkingly getting in his way with my three-wheeled trolley-guide-walker. If the gentleman is reading this, I’d like to apologise for walking on the pedestrian footpath, thus blocking the distinctively tall, fit, young man’s way. If he’d like to get in touch, I can arrange for a meeting with Clive and Gary for him. I’d like that! 

The state of the Slab Square was chaotic, messy and unattractive in the extreme!

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1Mon13After the close-call with the food-delivery cyclist ‘Herbert’, I was in a niggly mood and made my way to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street, taking this shot of King Street, on the way.

WD 60.20.0 The driver of the bus when it arrived, was the same Michael Shumacker impersonator again. So, I was back at Winwood Heights in no time. Sore bottom and bruised knees, from the side-saddle seat-keeping on, struggle. Argh!

I made my way back through Winwood Court, through the link tunnel and back to Woodthorpe Court, and up in the lift, still only one working. Seeing, not a soul! Oh, sorry, no. A bloke got in the lift, he went up to the 13th floor, a decent sort.

I found the diurnal sunshine bursting through the windows, albeit a cold one. I thought I’d nip out on the balcony to take some snaps of the amazing looking sky.

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WD 60.20.0 As I was getting back indoors, I noticed a right mess on the boarding planks on the balcony.

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Much detritus had fallen in-between the holes in the planks. Chips and crumbs of cement or concrete, insects, bird-poo and other unrecognisable, undefined droppings and rubbish! We never had this problem with the old balcony, the wind just blew it away! Haha!

WD 60.20.0 I had a wee-wee, another weak, put hurtfull RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) effort. Washed up, did the handwashing and hung it to dry. Got the chips in the oven, and peas and hot dog sausage in the saucepan.

1Mon20WD 60.20.0Off to the Porcelain Throne – Oh dearie me! Another fair bit of ensanguining! Washed-up again, and was about to take the nosh I’d prepared and just served up on the plate for consumption…

WD 60.20.0 And then the landline chirped and flashed! It was Brother-in-law and valuables-stealing from the flat while I was in the hospital, Pete. (I’m beginning to believe Sister Jane now, who told me Pete had made a drone, [He’s an electrical genius] so he can see when I’m showering, sleeping or eating, thus knowing the best time to call me, to cause maximum hassle, disruption and disturbance! Hehe!) We had a serious natter for a while about things, interspersed with the odd sarcasm, insult and joke.

Perfect timing from the lad, the nosh was ruined, the chips and sausages had gone cold!

WD 60.20.0 So, I did some recooking of more chips, threw the first ones away, and reheated the sausages in water.

WD 60.20.0 Then the doorbell chimed. It was an engineer calling to do the fire alarm checks. The hallway one was fine. But he was having problems getting the smoke alarm in the kitchen to go activate. The chap got it finished and departed, and I took the burnt chips out of the oven, turned down the heat on the reheating up sausages. Then got some more chips in the oven (Third try!)

At last, I got the meal into the front room and sat down in the recliner and turned on the TV to watch a Hustle DVD…

1Mon21WD 60.20.0 The front door chimed out again! It was Josie, returning the cutlery, plate and tray from yesterday’s nosh. At least she said she enjoyed it, that made me feel betterer.

WD 60.20.0 I got around to eating the nosh at long last. Ha-ha! Despite all the rehashing of the ingredients, the feast went down well with me. A Flavour-Rating of 7/10, was good for it, after all the messing about.

Sleep came early! Great!

TTFN.

Inchcock on Sunday 27th October 2019:

2019 sOct 27

2019 sOct 27

Sunday 27th October 2019

Greek: Κυριακή 27 Οκτωβρίου 2019

Oct 27

00:10hrs: Woke for once, not needing a heavy-duty visit to the wet-room as my first task. But a wee-wee, yes! (Yet). I dismounted the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, recliner, got my balance, then the four-pronged-stick, and took the few paces to the EGPB (Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket), for a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) wee-wee.

Off to the kitchen, washed the hands, and took the morning medications. Then needed another wee-wee, this time of the ELPJL (Extra-Long-Powerful-Jet-Like) variety. Took the EGPB to empty and sanitise.

wdp02LeftThen got the computer on, and went on the WordPress Reader. But within minutes, another wee-wee, back to the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. Followed ten minutes later by a WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) wee-wee. Variety is the spice of life!

Got this post started, then did the updating of the Saturday blog.

Worryingly, it is a weekend, and Mr Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet is as fast as it has been all week! Of course, this is not saying much, cause it was still slow! And early in the day too. Many users will be drunk yet, so I’ll know when they recover and get on the web, if it dies on me again, like every single one of the last three weekends, and two days during the week gone!

The thirst I’ve had on me this week is just as bad. As is the wee-weeing. During doing the updating of the Saturday post, not many photos, and the fingers were not playing up much, so it only took a couple of hours so. The mugs of tea must have been four, and the wee-wees five, I reckon. Every one different. I’m not kidding! UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee), ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent), RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying), ELPJL (Extra-Long-Powerful-Jet-Like) and the last one of the ELPSOAO (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) style! I feel worn-out! Hehe!

I got the post sent off, and visited the WordPress Reader section, not a lot on it today, but, off course, it’s early yet. Off for yet another RWPS wee-wee, and made a brew.

WD 60.25.0 Then after making the brew, off to the Porcelain Throne in such a sudden hurry, I nearly tripped over the four-pronged walking stick, Huh! Saly for me, it was another messy performance. I’m glad I’ve got plenty of toilet rolls and antiseptic disinfectant in stock! It took me a while, and some effort to clean things up after the event. For even it was! I thought things had gone as they have been doing, everything over quickly. But, oh, no! I went through three separate evacuations one after the other! Each time using the tissue roll, thinking that was that. How the plumbing coped with getting rid of things, was amazing! This, and the wee-wee, thirst situation was not all bad, mind.

WDPH01LIt seems to have fooled Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and even to a lesser degree, Peripheral Neuralgia Nigel, for all three were being far less bothersome than they have been the last few days!  Mind you, certain areas behind are getting very sore and tender now, with Haemorrhoid Harold just now, starting to give me a bit of bother, I’ll put some cream on. Off to the wet room.

WDP 08L01WD 60.25.0 Oh, dearie me, and my big gob! I got in the room and dropped the jammie-bottoms, cleaned things, dried things and was about to get the tube of hydrocortisone butyrate 2.5%, and saw blood trickling down the leg, and on my hands! Harold’s Haemorrhoids were pouring it out! I spent a long time getting the hæmoglobin to stop. The waste basket looked like a bin in the hospital operating theatre after an operation. Hehehe!  After what seemed an aeon or so, I got around to doing Harold’s problem, and I’ve never had this cream sting before, but it did today! 

WDP09L WD 60.25.0 Then I needed yet another wee-wee, so used the porcelain pan. It was of the URPM (Ultra-Resistant-Painful-Mode), and barely a sprinkle or two. But, it was such a bright yellow colour, and so thick, it floated on top of the water in the bowl! Yes, another infection! It always happens at the weekend, dunnit? I’ll ask the drop-dead gorgeous Polish phlebotomy nurse on Monday, to phone the doctor for me. I hope Dr Vindla will send a prescription electronically to the chemist for me. I assume it will be the antibiotics again. Still, this explains my thirst and persistent wee-weeing.

With my now extremely-tender and sore bottom, I returned to the computer to make a start on this blog.

Then, amidst many interruptions for wee-wees and making a brew, I got the blog as far as here, about four hours later.

WDPright02WD 60.25.0 I got Josie’s noshing requirements and had some Biscuits and another cuppa. Dropping may items as I went along. Spit! The hands and finger nerves were losing touch sense far too often for my liking, now. But, as the Doctor said, there is nothing that can be done about it! At least it was in short sessions.

WDPright04I got Josie’s umami-cheesy potato meal finished, and delivered it to her door, dead-on-time again, at 12:00hrs. She liked the look of it, but the photo I took of the meal, formed part of the ‘Mystery’ of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, and somehow escaped from the camera SD card? (Snafued again!)

Here are some of the items that ‘dropsied’ on me.

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After a little natter with Josie, (I did not want her cheesy potatoes, mushroom or petit pois to get cold), or the can of Jack Daniels to get warm. I wish her all the best and returned to the tatty, untidy, icy, flat, for yet another Porcelain visit and wee-wee.

WDP 01b rightWD 60.25.0I had to do the ablutions, with more dropsies happening, and the distinctly unpalatable aroma lingering from the Throne session! Hehe! The worst one was the showerhead, it landed right on my toe! But I didn’t swear. (Lie-Mode-Adopted!) There was the toothpaste, toothbrush, flannel and razors that did repeat performances of the dropsies, as well as these ‘Specials’ photographed afterwards.

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I got dressed, no socks on, not that I was scared of the sock-glide or anything like that, of course. (Lie-Mode-Still-Engaged!).

7Sun12As it was not raining, I decided to visit the Winwood Court rooftop, to take some snaps. All prepared, wrapped up well (but no socks on of course), and I set out, taking the black bags to the waste-chute en route.

Down and along the link-corridor into the Winwood Court lobby area. I could hear voices coming from the big room, so some of the clan were out socialising.

7Sun16Up in the lift to the third floor, and had a nosey out of the elevator door, taking a photograph of the view to my left. I also made a picture to my right, but that one even ended up as part of the Mysteries of Winwood Heights, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! As that shot also disappeared from the camera card!

3Wed12aRooftop floor and out into the amazingly practical Winwood Court restroom and fully equipped kitchen. (It’s no use being jealous!) Where, for the first time, I met someone. It was not a resident, but a prospective client lady up there with daughter in the toilet and the lady waiting for her. She had come to view the place and decide if she wanted to move in or not. I had a welcoming natter with her, and she warned me of the high-winds out on the Al Fresco area. We both had three-wheel-walkers with us, and we laughed about if she did move into Winwood Court. Joking about our both setting up a jet-wash service for people returning home with mud and detritus covered walker-wheels, and we could become partners in a new Walker-wheel-cleaning service. Hehe!

I went out into the roof, and the gal was right, it was a bit nippy, so I didn’t stay long, and was soon back indoors, after taking a few pictures.

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The ladies daughter was just emerging from the WC. And I wished her a good day and hoped she will decide to move in.

Down the lift, and met Roy, having a rest on the foyer settee. I offered him the nibble bag from the trolley, and at first, he declined. I reminded him that he was a wife called Angela, who might want a nibble! Hehehe! He picked out a Penguin bar for her as he laughed!

Back to the apartment, the oh so cold flat, compared to the comforting warmth of new Winwood Court.

7Sun17WDP 10LWD 60.25.0 Got my nosh sorted out. Put the rice in the saucepan, added the machine double-cross-sliced tomatoes, peas, basil and mushrooms, and what I thought was a packet of Hoisin sauce, and cooked them all together, continually stirring the mixture. For some reason, it looked and tasted wrong, compared to the last similar dish I had of this. I soon realised I had put in a packet of the black bean sauce by mistake! Not very good at all, but I still ate the lot. I also forgot to put in the frankfurters! A flavour-rating of only 4/10 could be given. A most disappointing effort. Spit! I was really-hungry as well!

Did some more pot washing, and settled into the recliner, turned on the TV, and hoped for sleep! Fool!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 26th October 2019: It’s hard work gerrin’ old!

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2019 July 10

Saturday 26th October 2019

Turkish: 26 Ekim 2019 Cumartesi

Oct 26

WDP09LWD 0.30.0b 00:50hrs: I woke, not being able to miss the signs of my nocturnal nibbling having taken place! Most of them were spread over my bulging stomach, crumbs in the belly-button area, the Manner Lemon Wafer pot on the floor, empty I might add! Obloquy-Mode-Engaged! As I was taking the mess in, the urge to use the Porcelain Throne arrived. (I think this has happened on my waking for about four days or so now?)

WDP09LWD 0.30.0b I extracted my weighty lump of a bouncing-with-fat body from the recliner. Not an easy task nowadays! Without any complaints from Arthur Itis or Anne Gyna. Caught my balance, grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, and muddled my way as fast as I could, (the need was quickly growing stronger) and got myself to and sat, with a thud, on the Throne! Eurgh! Worra Messy Evacuation! But, bloodless and not painful, so that’s summat to cheer me up! Had a good clean around, and into the kitchen.

5Fri13WDP09LWD 0.30.0b Where I found I had an itch on the high part of the right leg and had to force myself to resist scratching, until I discovered what was causing it, first thought was a boil coming perhaps? There were no signs of anything that might be causing it near the area? The old ankle-ulcer scar had a new inner-core forming. There were plenty, many new blood-papsules. And it felt like I had worms squiggling around under the skin? Another of the ‘Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination!’ Tsk! 

6Sat03I made a tasty brew of tea, took the medications, and had another wee-wee, of the rarely known lately, annoying INHBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Trickling) mode. I thought while I’m in the kitchen, I’d get the crock-pot going and add the garden peas in the saucepan.

So, I carefully sliced the mushrooms, got some oregano and salt in the water, and added the fungi to slow cook.

6Sat03a WDP09LWD 0.30.0bA I was reaching for the camera when I noticed I’d imprudently turned on the heat under the saucepan on the stove! I pulled the pan off of the ring and turned off the heat. I got the camera and was about to open the window, to take some snaps when I noticed the burn mark on the back of my hand. I had no pain at all, until the eyes saw the wound for itself, that it started hurting! The Peripheral Neuralgia had not got the message about the burn to the brain! Another side-effect of my many ailments, sorry, issues! Haha!

WDP09RWD 0.30.0bA I abandoned the half-open window and went to get some cream from the drawer, and then clouted my elbow on the counter corner! The nerves were working then, Hahaha! It didn’t-half make my jump! I got the cream out but decided it wasn’t bad enough to warrant its use, and I returned it…

WDP09LWD 0.30.0b Then, could I find where I’d left the camera in the mini-fiasco? No! Well, not for ages anyway. It was in plain view on the window inner-ledge. I must have passed it by no end of times on my marathon ferreting rootling around search! My earlier Obloquy-Mood had turned into a Disconcerting-Flustered-Perplexing-Mode! With a hint of confidence-escapage, and a lot of self-disgust! Disconcerting-Flustered-Perplexing mood thrown in! 

Then finally got the photo’s taken.

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The first picture facing down towards the car park on Chestnut Walk. Which came out badly. I didn’t think I was shaking, but I must have been, I suppose. The finger-ends didn’t feel like they were struggling, but when I looked at them closely, they seemed to almost what looked like shivering, but only at the tip-ends? Somehow or other, the second shot of the straight-ahead view, came out fantastic. It even caught some of the rain that was drizzling! I wanted to give up trying, but soon pulled myself together… well, assembled various bits close to each other. Hehehe!

WDP09RWD 0.30.0b I got on the computer at long last. Bloodied, hurt, frustrated, and ashamed. The fingertip nerve-endings were pretty kind to me then, but got worse later on and became an extra annoyance. I kept on with the task and eventually got it updated and sent off to WordPress, despite the odd…

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That thankfully, it only lasted for a few minutes, and no resetting required to get it back on, it did it of its own accord! I made several mugs of tea, and I took had to take variously-moded wee’s while doing the Friday blog. Why, though? I have an insatiable, unslakable, gannet-like thirst, and wee-weeing all the time! I tell myself to stop drinking, you fool! But the desire, need, almost craving for tea, seems irresistible? I do not wish for Pepsi, orangeade, or anything liquid, other than thick-black-strong tea? Have they put a drug in it? Have I caught an unknown disease? Will Burnley ever win against Chelsea? Harf-Harf!

I made yet another mug of tea (I must stop!) and had a shockingly vicious wee-wee of the LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting) style.

Well, it’s getting on, and I must get some templates made up. But first, I have to create some Dedicated Days, Thoughts, and Page top graphics, which will likely leave me no time to make the drafts today. It’s hard work!

WDP09LWD 0.30.0b Five wee-wees, three cups of tea, and six hours later, I’m done in. And, beside and as well, I’ve only got one Thoughts graphic done. Two page top one’s and three Dedicated days pictures made up! I will really have to consider packing in doing them!

6Sat05The mushroom in the crock-pot is nearly done, I’ve got everything ready for the final cooking session. But I must get the template for tomorrow’s dairy done now. Then I can get the nosh done, and settle to get some rest, if not sleep.

A long day tomorrow, with the graphics still to be done. Josie’s nosh to cook and deliver and the new Physio exercises are due to be started.

6Sat05aI’ll make a start on Sunday’s template now… see yers in a bit, providing I stay awake,  Making so many errors and mistakes. Grumph!

And it’s still pouring down with rain!

The nosh was prepared and served up.

6Sat07The rice, mushrooms, tomatoes, and franks with the seasoning, went down a treat! Flavour-Rating 8.2/10.

Washed the pots, and got settled into the Xyrophobia-suffering, con-man, flat-breaker, crook, Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, in hopes of getting some sleep.

But it was just the same as the previous few nights. Nod-off, wake, pass wind, Nod-off, wake, burp, released wind, nod-off, have a wee-wee, fall over the arm of the…

Evening all!