Inchcockski – Saturday 16th May 2020: Traboccant weariness to end the day

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Saturday 16th May 2020

German: Samstag, 16 Mai 2020

00 May 16

GM2green0301:10hrs: Worryingly, I woke with the urgent requirement for a wee-wee, again. I hastened to painfully remove my ponderosity of an over-stomached body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety, rusty, filthy, not-operational recliner. Grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, and limped over to the well-used EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). The wee-wee was back to the FFFONEE (Forceful-Furious-Fast-Orange-Never-Ending) style, again.

6Sat01Off to the wet room, to empty, clean and sanitise the bucket. And, just like yesterday morning, the Porcelain Throne had to be utilised. The evacuation was identical as well, Constipation Konrad in full charge of the flow, stop stuck, paining, and started again. Silver-Lining-Found: No bleeding.

The legs seem to be getting a little fat (or water retention) back on them. They looked very cadaverous, exsanguinated. The odd red patch on top of the right foot is still there, and now it is itching a bit and hurts when I catch it against the slippers or scratch it with my left foot. Hmm?

Washed and off to the kitchen. I was feeling a little vague this morning, don’t know why. But I did remember the Iceland order is coming today. This gave me some impetus to get the updating done, and any graphic work I can, before 07:00hrs. Giving me time to get the ablutions done before the start time for the ETA of the food order, 08:00 > 10:00hrs.

WDP01cWD 0.50.0 Having made my mind up to put in the maximum effort, I turned to get the stick, and I stubbed my toe against the waste box corner. I just don’t how I resisted yelling out. But a lot of wincing and grimacing, accompanied with a few silent curses, sufficed, this time.

The hobble to the computer, it probably took a record time to get there. Crickey, the feet and toes are wickedly painful now!

6Sat10Made a search for the latest Nottingham and Country Coronavirus figures. Oh, dear! A discrepancy, I think that the blue-writing is for a later date or time?

I pressed on with the updating of the Friday blog, which didn’t need a lot of work on it, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were being kind to me. I got it completed and put some photos on Pinterest. Then, I emailed the link. Onto the WordPress reader. A short go on TFZer Facebooking. Then onto the WordPress comments.

WD 0.50.0 I got a couple of graphics done. Then it was time for my ablutionalisationing duties. Off to the wet room… the mobile phone rang, so I returned to investigate. It was a message, from Iceland, telling me of the delivery being on time twixt 08:00 > 10:00hrs, and to look at their email they’d sent, for details of the changes to the order. So, I took the computer out of sleep mode and a look!

Not bad at all, just two unavailables, Pork & Pickle Pork Pies (which ill do me nop harm to miss, weight-wise, anyway. And some cans of pop, no problem either). Put the computer back in sleep mode, and began to hobble to the wet room.

WD 0.50.0 The mobile rang again? Back into the junk room mark-2, to answer it. Iceland again, informing me that the order was ahead of schedule and should arrive twixt 8:00 and 08:30hrs. This meant I needed to get a move on with the abluting. I decided to have a stand-up wash instead of a shower, to save some time.

WD 0.50.0 But, and however, the hurrying of the shave, teggies, wash, and brush-up proved to be injurious to one’s body and frame-of-mind! Cragknackles!

WD 0.50.0 There were a few things, there must have been, that I didn’t drop or knock over. I amassed several shaving cuts, three in the neck shaving. The teeth and gums were bleeding. The second time I dropped the toothbrush, I gave the right knee a crude, clunking thud on the toilet bowl as I bent to retrieve it. Double Cragknackles!

Silver-Ling Search Results: At least there were no toe-stubbings, and the floor cabinet top avoided my Dizzy Dennis enforced swaying and grabbing the wall, without much getting knocked off. Just the alarm wristlet and a tube of Daktacort cream.

WD 0.50.0 As I was dried and getting fragranced and dressed, the Mobile Phone chirped again. With not using the shower, I’d left the door open, else I would not have heard it at all with the shower noise going.

WD 0.50.0 I knocked over the clothes-airer on my way to the mobile, swore, and pressed on to get the phone. It was the Iceland delivery man, the keypad on the lobby door intercom, was not letting him ring me. So, Told him I’d nip down and let him in.

WDP 03eWD 0.50.0a In my haste, I turned rather quickly and had a little dizzy spell. Resulting in a toe-stubbing against the Ottoman! But it didn’t bother me in the slightest, I just carried on… No, nope! I can’t lie, it hurt that much, this time I could not prevent myself swearing and blaspheming out loud for a few seconds! I hope that no one heard me! Got the four-pronged walking stick and made my way, in cripple-fashion, and muttering to myself, down to the front doors.

As the elevator got to the ground floor, the Iceland bloke was stood there with the six bags for delivery. I have now to admit, that I never thought about the only one in a lift at any time ruling, too late I remembered as we on the way up to 6Sat04the twelfth floor and my flat. Not turning out to be one of my best days, is it?

WD 0.50.0 The chap put the bags through the door, as I stood back out of his way to distance us, and banged my bottom on the four-wheeled trolley box! Luckily, the toes were hurting me so much at the time, so I didn’t feel too much pain in the bum… until I sat down later! Gramshackle-Globberisations!

The poor chap had only just caught up with his round as well. Now, thanks to the Intercom failure, he was all behind again. I lipped him a can of G&T, to thank him and try to cheer him up a bit. He’s a decent sort of chap.

I got the bags sorted out. Not such a big order this week.

6Sat05

Got things put away. Only two items for the freezer, a 4oz beef boil-in-the-bag, and some of the rather delightful Iceland quarter pounder (4oz) beefburgers.

6Sat03I got the black bags taken to the waste chute, and Oh, boy, were the feet humming and hurting. Especially the toes!

Coming back after depositing the bags down the chute, I stopped for a moment for the feet to rest a tad. No lights in the lift lobby. I thought they had been put on a timer?

WD 0.50.0 I tried again to open the balcony door lock. No luck!

WD 0.50.0 I went to get a drink of spring water, I’m trying to cut down on the amount of tea that I guzzle, and found I’d left the hot water tap running in the kitchen! Stone cold now! There are times when I really think I’m losing it! This is one of them. I did not have the hearing aids in, cause I’m so low on the batteries now. So obviously, I wouldn’t have heard the water running. Grangleturdsmanship, at its finest! 

No chance of any hot water now, I think the night-rate or whatever they call it, comes on around 17:00hrs. Wrangledollops!

6Sat05aI got some of the spuds delivered in the crock-pot, sea salt and drop of vinegar to season them. Can you see the can of baked beans and tomatoes sent in my food parcel, behind the slow-cooker? 840g!

They are too big for me to use the new electric can opener on them, and certainly not the hand one either. The ailments will not allow me to risk holding onto the can while it works, so many things can and do go apeshit all the time, that can be dangerous, and no warnings before they play up. Those that are likely to catch me out, are; Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra, Shaking Shaun, Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying, and the right legs involuntary drop-something and have a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance; this often has me over or in a heap on the floor. Still, it stops me gerrin’ bored if nowt else!

Back on the computer, graphicalisationing on CorelDraw. But mental fatigue got to me, and I gave up early in the day and got the nosh prepared.

6Sat28A steak and kidney pie, sliced the potatoes, a few silverskin onions, and far too many petit-pois. (But I ate them, and everything else on the tray!) I made some rich gravy to go on it. Two Marmite rice cakes, and a lemon mousse to follow. Lovely old style meal. Taste-Table; 9/10.

I got the pots washed (hot water back on! Hurrah!), and literally flaked out in the rickety recliner. No chance of any sleep, cause I hadn’t done anything to tire myself enough. I just felt so weary, not tired, drained emotionally, perhaps. Light nights back again, that doesn’t help in getting to sleep. 

6Sat24Got the TV on. I wasn’t really watching it though, but sometimes it helps me fall to kip, but not tonight.

This photo of the feet and toes, makes them look in good condition? But they were giving me some bother. Many wee-wees were needed over the hours spent in search of sleep. Every time I got up on the feet, it was so much more painful than it has been of late.

Amazingly, Colin Cramps didn’t visit the legs or feet tonight – amazing! Mind you, he did get some exercise on the hands and fingers.

I can’t remember when I actually nodded off, but I recall starting to watch an old match of the day on BBC 1, which started at 23:00hrs. Typical, something comes on I wanted to view, and I fell asleep! Gruffingleisations!

Inchcockski – Friday 15th May 2020: A cothurnus encouraging day

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Friday 15th May 2020

Azerbaijani: Cümə 15 May 2020

00 May 15

♥ Visiting old Inchcock’s Flat, in Nottingham! ♥

GM01B03:10hrs: I woke with a melee of mixed memories from the dreams I’d been having, floating about in my head. But they soon dissipated off into the ether.

As I got my thoughts into some form of semi-imitation, logic-wiseness, and the mind became less saccadic, I spotted the notepad and pen on the floor in front of the £300, second-hand, immedicable, beyond repair, c1968 recliner. The long picker-upper was used to retrieve the articles.

WD 200.0.0 I’d scribbled endless reminders over several pages of the writing pad (not that I can remember doing so). Hundreds of words, with about ten of them readable! Humph! By all accounts, I had dreams all through the night, but working out what they were about was impossible. Although I was not surprised to identify the words chasing and chased. So annoying. Because for me to have bothered writing about them, they could well of been interesting and worth recording? Fangleklops! 

As I struggled out of the rickety recliner and caught my balance on the far too painful overgrown toenailed feet, a wee-wee was required. Got the stick, and a few hobbled paces to the EGPB (Emergency-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) It was well-filled, but can I remember using it at all? No! A definite change in style this morning, and colour as well. The FFFOCES (Fast-Furious-Forceful-Orange-Coloured-Ending-Abruptly) mode.

I took the bucket with me to the wet room, to clean and antisepticise it, and wash my hands. While doing so, the need for the Porcelain Throne duties arose.

WDP 03RWD 200.0.0 This session, was without any doubt, the most painful Throne Session for weeks! Oh dearie me, yes! Constipation Konrad was in total control of all movements. Twice, things came to a very painful full-stop, and all I could do was wait in agony for movement to restart.

At what I believed was the last thunderous plop, the relief was almost exhausting! But this was not a eucatastrophe. For, Constipation Konrad, decided to activate again! Argh! Felt drugged and drunk after the activity finally stopped!

WDP 02Rb.WD 200.0.0A I got things cleansed, and spruced-up, and dropped the towel down by the WC. I bent down to pick it up. Which, in itself was a stupid thing to do, with the small picker-upperer hanging inches away on the seat-raiser, and not used! I fell forwards with a little encouragement from Dizzy Dennis and caught my tackle against the corner bar. Started Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding! I had to go through the painful process of cleaning and medicating the lesion, and it was almost too much for me to cope with. AAArgh! Distinguableness!

5Fri01And to think, a few minutes ago, I was moaning to myself because I couldn’t remember the dreams I’d had. I had to sit down for a minute or two. Changed the PP’s and medicated all delicate areas in need. The now getting thinner than ever, pins (legs) looked a lot better, at least. It’s a good job I accidentally bought the last pair of slippers a size too much. (Silver-Lining search result)

Not the best of starts to the day! This morning’s series of Whoopsiedangleplops, along with the hobble-incapacitating toenails and feet, and Dizzy Dennis not yet finished with me, I took my farraginous worries with me to the kitchen.

4Thu24I got the kettle on and amassed the medicinal needs. The hemadynamometer readings were okay, I think, Sys 164, Dia 68, Pulse 77. The thermometer is still playing up and not showing any figures, just ‘Low.’ I got the medications taken, adding a Senna and took Macrogol drink (will I ever beat Constipation Konrad, Hehe!) Olive-oiled the ear-holes. Sprayed Saccades liquid in the eyes, and made a brew of Morrison Extra Strong Assam tea.

I almost felt ready to get my head down again! Hahaha!

I got the updating of the Thursday post done, in between several trips to the wet room for a Wee-wee. (Well, the exercise will do me good!) Incidentally, the wee-wees are starting of a sort of misty-grey, and turning into a bright orange now? Ah, the mysterious wonders of 72, Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, ailments, self-locking and now unopenable new balcony door lock, that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear, and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’!

I went on the WordPress reader. Then I answered a comment. Next, I put some pics on Pinterest. Finally, on TFZ and Winwood Facebooking for ages, but I like it.

WD 200.0.0 Then:

Vir7 200Stop

Thankfully it was short-lived and didn’t need any action for it to come back to life. Phew!

WDPbbsC1I made a start on this blog. Then got the ablutions tended to, in case the mobile shop comes. The session went very well. One tiny nick shaving, No toe-stubbing, No dizzies, No leg dancing, and nothing was knocked down or over! But after having at least fifteen dropsies, mind. Yer can’t win ’em all. Hehehe!

I nipped down to the ground floor lobby, to check on the time for the mobile shop to arrive on site. 11:00hrs (I thought)

Back up to the apartment, and updating this post. I was about to go down to wait for the shop, and Sister Jane rang. I said I’d ring her back.

I expected to see some residents waiting for the food van, but not a soul about? I took the opportunity, to have a walk up and down Chestnut Walk, taking some photographs of each of the Courts.

5Fri08

Woodthorpe & Winchester Courts with a piece of Winwood Court, and Woodthorpe again.

5Fri09On my way back to the foyer, some of the Nottingham City Homes lads, who restarted work this week, along with some Water Control chaps were working away.

They sensibly had signs asking folks to keep to the Social Distancing guidelines. Gloves and masks worn.

WD 200.0.0 As I was going back in to keep warm during my wait for the food van, I bet Betty, and she looked gobsmacked when I told her I was waiting for the shop. Telling me, with a sideways look that said (Quiet rightly), The old Fool! That it is not due until 12:00 hours! Red-faced, embarrassed and feeling a right Klutz! I checked on the notice board in the lift lobby, and sure enough, it was 12:00hrs!

How I misread it the first time, is hard to understand, even for me. I sank a little towards the darkness, and felt even more of a dimwit than usual! That takes some doing, yer know! 

I rang Sister Jane back. Asking her to phone me on the landline, which is much clearer than the mobile. Not a lot, many times I have difficulty with the reception from West Bridgford. Especially being on their new Galaxy S20 Ultra 128BG 5G, £1,290 mobiles. Not that I am jealous of course. I’d only get confused with them. I’ve gone back to my old 1982 Nokia 100. And can get in a muddle with that. Hahaha! 

Jane rang me back, it was hard to make out what she said at times, and she usually comes over the line clearer than anyone, apart from Obergruppenfüreress Warden Deana. We had a chinwagging session that I enjoyed. Even the telling offs. T’was good!

Still, she and Pete sounded in good form. I got carried away time-wise and had to cut things short, to get down again and not miss the mobile shop, it’s the first time I’ve used it. Sorry, Jane.

I put the oven on, to warm up for later.

5Fri10I rushed about and got myself down in the lift with the old three-wheeler, and Steve the caretaker and some resident (I knew them but could not recall the names, as is usual for me) And greeted them, and a few people were scattered about at a safe distance waiting. They moved outside as 12:00hrs was approached. I still managed a bit of nattering again.

5Fri11 When the van came, at ten-past twelve, Roy, Betty and Lynne were waiting, and when the van opened up, they all kindly waved my forward to go first. Now, this might sound soppy, but I appreciated that a lot. The legs, feet and toes were all giving me some hassle, and Shaking Shaun was visiting now. Bless them!

I got to the window in the van with my four item shopping list. I bought 4 tomatoes, no tarts, so I got a pack of apple pies (Just as naughty as the tarts, Hehe!), a bottle of disinfectant, a can of deodorant. For £6 odd. Fair enough, it was brought to the flat doors almost. Thanked him, the kind residents behind me for allowing me to go first, and made my way back to the flat.

I very nearly an Accifauxpas, as I got the trolley part-stuck, as I was getting into the apartment, and the weed for a wee-wee was becoming urgent! Somehow or other, I got the porcelain in time.

WD 200.0.0 This time, a totally different mode of wee-weeing performed. An SFRTFC (Strong-Forceful-Reluctant-To-Finish-Cloudy), almost cloudy grey? The pee-pees were puzzling me today! I’ve drunk far-less tea, and no orange juice at all yet, but still the passings come? Just a thought! 

I updated this blog again and got some nosh cooking. I decided on bacon and sliced tomato bread thin sarnies! With some cheese discs.

WD 200.0.0 Shagglemuffins! I’d not turned the power-socket on to the stove! Grrr, Nebekh! Got the oven warming up, again. And went on CorelDraw to make some graphics.

5Fri36Bacon now baked, tomatoes sliced, cheese and two Marmite Riced cakes, and brown thins, a lemon mousse, medications and a mug of orange juice all got ready on the tray. Off to and on my knees and more-than-ample belly in the recliner. Flavour Rating; 8.5/10, it went down very well, my coenaculous, satisfied!

I always think of TFZer Lyzzi when I eat off of this plate. T’was she who sent it to me, bless her!

5Fri35Got the pots washed, had a wee-wee, washed and medicated, and back down in the uncomfortable, second-hand, c1968 recliner. Noticed the veins in the right leg, and thought it was fattening up, or filling up with fluid a smidge. Also, a fresh pinkish whatever was coming up on the foot. Fingers crossed that it is not the start of another leg ulcer. No itching or pain from it at all.

Most amazingly, there were no Thought-Storms at all!

Nice that!

Inchcockski – Thursday 14th May 2020: A befuddlingly, convoluted day. All normal, then! Tsk!

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Thursday 14th May 2020

יום חמישי ה- 14 במאי 2020 Hebrew

00 May 14

GM L 0.0.130br204:40hrs: I stirred into mock-life, spent a few seconds thinking about the balcony door lock that is not working, passed wind, and needed a wee-wee. I was in a seemingly calm state of mind – why? I don’t know. I’d not had much in the way of rest and recuperation after last nights ludicrously painful ending farces.

But I had the nous to take great care as I dismounted the £300, c1968, not-working, rickety recliner. The rising onto my feet, and the short, ultra-painful hobble to the wet room, was done with great prepensely; Yesterday’s tumble and toe-stubbing, being fresh in my mind.

WDP Dec 26a (1)The wee-wee, (I had none at all during the night’s miserable pathetically short, three-hours kip! – Humph!, I’m moaning again, Sorry!), was back to the HPSAUOC (High-Pressure-Spraying-Unexpectedly-Orange-Colour) style again. But there was some discomfort in this one. No bleeding from the fungal lesion, though. A decent start to the day. (Then again, yesterday started decent enough, and look how that ended up for me! Oh, dearie me, a state of NCS (No confidence Scenario), emerging?

Got updating the Wednesday blog. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were extremely kind to me, but Shuddering Shoulder Shirley was annoying. Got it finished in between wee-wees (No Throne use yet? Mmm!). Went on the WordPress Reader. Then attended to the ablutionalisational duties.

WD 70.40.0 01a 4Thu02The usual few dropsies were suffered, and the only bad things really of any note, were the stubbing the toes against the shower seat, as I was bending down to use the mould spray before starting the shower. And belting the elbow as I got the camera in place to take the shot of the pins (legs). Oh, and not a single cut shaving!

A little bruising on the left knee, but not painful. I assume that came during the struggle to get back up last night, after getting down on the floor to retrieve the TV remote control.

And folk tell me how boring it is getting old. Codswallop! Hahaha!

As I came out after the medicationalisationing session of certain areas in need, I heard a noise that I could not identify. So I had a sniff around looking for anything that might have fallen over, but I found nothing suspicious.

4Thu03aAs I was putting on the kettle, it dawned on me that something might have been put through or posted, so went to check-out the door. Aha! The mailman had been. I put the four bits of mail on the counter and had to nip back to the wet room sharpish, for yet another wee-wee.

WD 70.40.0 01 It was like an HPSAUOC (High-Pressure-Spraying-Unexpectedly-Orange-Colour), as all the earlier ones had been, but this time, it had turned a sort of brown? This puzzled me a tad.

Back to the kitchen to check the letters. There was an advertising leaflet for Checkatrade. The Blood Test results from the Anticoagulation, Haemostasis Deep Vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic. All good at 2.4, a mite low but not too much, as to cause any perturbation. A letter from Nottingham City Homes, explaining their changes in response top the lightening of the lock-down. Nicely written, clear and to the point, bless ’em. And one from the bank, with four pages of ‘Do not Loose – Keep Safe’ figures, about my phenomenal amount of interest received for last year. This £1.02 will come in handy. Oy, oy, oy!

I made up two more waste bags and took them to the chute. They were only tiny ones, no need for the trolley guide, I just took the wooden walking stick with me. No Accifauxpas either. But Gawd, the feet are getting ever more hurtful!

4Thu03bBack to the kitchen, got the kettle on, and took the belated medications. The view from the thick-framed, light & view-blocking, unliked, unwanted new kitchen windows, was amazingly crystal clear. So, I took this using the old Panasonic camera.

I was making a start on this post, and the mobile phone rang and flashed. It was a lady from the Diabetic Education Course on the web. My chance to tell her what I thought of it, and why I’m not doing it! I’ve no idea if she heard what I was ranting on about, the line was crackly, and her voice kept disappearing, fading away and returning, with her still nattering about whatever it was she was reading from. But it was moliminous moment for me to get it off of my chest! Oh, boy, I was not rude or shouty, but I launched into my determined efforts to let her know my views and problems. (Not that it made any difference, of course)

She learnt of my deafness, Saccades Sandra, Mental-Micky-Ticker, Duodenal Donald, Peripheral Neuropathy, Isolation Issues, Colin Cramps, Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, I even mentioned my toes-nails not being cut for months! Then about Zoom online Conferencing thing not accepting the code number I’d been given. She kept all calm and unflustered, bless her. (She was probably doing her nails and having a G&T while waiting for me to stop rabbiting, Hahaha!) 

In the end, after patiently ignoring what I was saying, she summed up that; “I’ll tell your Doctor, that you don’t want to do the online course then, and will wait until a face to face training can be arranged? ‘Yes, thank you’, I replied. I think she wished me luck as she rang off, that was nice of her. ♥

I could have. Indeed I wanted to add some more info for her to take no notice of, but I’d been on the line for that long the mobile phone battery was getting very hot, and Shuddering Shoulder Shirley was kicking of. Likely due to me holding the phone in a bent arm for so long! Ah, well, you can’t win them all – I can’t even win any! I’d shoot myself, but I’d only miss! I actually felt better after my mini-mild-mannered, meandering rant.

WD 70.40.0 01 I’d forgotten about the Iceland Priority booking and only had a few minutes before the time ran out. So I fumbled onto the website and got one made up. I can almost guarantee that I’ve got or done something wrong with the order. Such was my haste to get it in. Humph! 

I went on the Nottingham site to get updated figures on the virus.

4Thu04

Not looking too good. Fingers crossed.

4Thu05Then, my phagomaniac urge arose. So I investigated what was to be had for fodder.

Fish Friday methinks. Battered whiting fish fillets, with a few Basa fish in batter balls. I’ll make so fishburgers using the out of date Pannini rolls.

I came to the computer to update things up to here, and turned off, and got the meal prepared. I hope the rolls will be alright to eat. Worra, life!

4Thu19kWDP10L03RGot the Friday-Fish nosh served up and was indulged with great satisfaction and eaten with a certain relish that’s been absent for a few meals. This plat du jour piqued and tickled my taste-buds greatly. Savoured and digested, and tasted marvellous! A deserved Flavour-Appreciation-Rating of 8.8/10!

The battered fish tasted grand, with the seaweed crunchies and Marmite cheese disc, a Croatian Granny Smith, and Marmite rice cake, all seemed to go so well together, Gorgeous! Regretfully, the Pannini Roll was another disaster, I threw it away, Blech!

The last of the decent Netherlands tomatoes are now all gone, that’s a shame. I haven’t ordered any tomatoes on my Iceland order, all they have been sending have been are Moroccan ones, that really are so bitter, sour, uneatable, with pot-marked skins. Shame! Still, I hope that Morrison’s Piccolo type arrive next week, and are not Moroccan. Not that I have anything bad to say about Morocco, this is just a comment on the taste.

I got the pots washed, and took these shots of the evening view.

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Got the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) (Used it as well), in its usual position close by the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken-down, not working, rickety recliner.

The nodding-offs were plentiful, each for just a few minutes at a time. Yet (according to the notes I found in the morning), I had a dream or nightmare each time I drifted off. This nod,dream-wake-up routine went on for hours.

The bucket as well used in many frequent visits. Bungle-Grumplewuncks!

Inchcock Today – Wed 13 May 2020: A bêtise bothering day

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Wednesday 13th May 2020

Mongolian: 2020 оны 5-р сарын 13, Лхагва гараг

00 May 13

GM 050.0

WD 0.40.0 03:40hrs: I awoke, the expergefactor, not surprisingly, was wanting a wee-wee, and willingly risked life and limb, in a desperate dash, come hobble to get to the well-used-overnight, slightly ponging GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket). I made it with seconds to spare. Out-shot the HPLBSS (Hosepipe-Like-Blasting-Suddenly-Stopping) release! The only difference to yesterdays repeated visits was a change in colour. The strong orange tinge had become a saffron yellow one now. But, still no pain with it, so I wasn’t complaining, considering how viciously it blasted out!

WD 0.40.0a As the brain joined me, and my balance was ensured, I took the GPEB with me to get it washed and antisepticised, and I limped with it, getting it tangled with the four-pronged walking stick and my left leg at one time, (Quiet funny, even at the time), en route to the wet room. No injuries or toppling over was involved. Smug Expression Adopted!

3Wed02WD 0.40.0 The Porcelain Throne was needed suddenly. A bit of a disappointing session, pain-wise I’m afraid. Back to the ‘Starting of its own accord, and sticking half-way, me doing the crossword book to take my mind off of the utter-agony, while I waited for the activity to start again’. Then, when it did start, a long time later, it was all over within seconds. The relief was blissful! Only a little bleeding as well, I expected a flood of blood, but it fooled me. Haha!

3Wed03WD 0.40.0 I took the few paces to the sink, and boy were the toes giving some gip! But, as I was washing and cleansing the bucket, Duodenal Donald started stabbing at me, and just didn’t give me any respite for ages. On the bright side, there’s always a bright side, if you can find it; this took my mind off of the toes and feet hurtings a bit. Like Monty 3Wed10aPython’s genius, Eric Idle wrote, “Always look on the bright side of life. ♫

Oddly, I was in decent spirits as I made my way, trying to walk on my heels to ease the pressure on the feet and toes. Yesterday’s volunteer lady fetching me the prescriptions, Jenny helping to ease the medication getting, and the Doctor calling me, were all appreciated, and fresh in my mind, I think.

I was feeling perky (even if in pain, Haha!), and ready and up for anything at the time and decided to get the long-sleeved shirt I wore yesterday hand-washed in the kitchen sink. I didn’t take me long, it was only a thin old one, and rinsed out quickly enough.

Another sprinkling of a Smug Mode was adopted!

3Wed01I got the kettle on, and made up and drank a sachet Macrogol drink, and took a Senna, along with the morning doses.

Medicationalised things in need, olive oiled the ear-holes, Saccades Sandra sprayed the eyes, Phorpain gelled the knees. Little Inchies horrendously brutal treatment can wait until I do the ablutions (Coward!) The thermometer showed up as just ‘Low’.

The sphygmomanometer, indicated on my first try, with; E. O. Now, that might have meant ‘Expired’ ‘Overdue? So, to be on the safe side, I retook the test. Hehehe!

3Wed08

3Wed04All looked okay to me.

I got the mushrooms in the crock-pot, on the low setting. Added sea salt and some black pepper to them. I then moved yesterdays bits of hand-washing onto the airers.

I was in a mildly industrious mood, for me, anyway. I made a start on the updating on WordPress. But it didn’t last long. Back to the wet room for a wee-wee. I daren’t use the GPEB during the day, cause anyone could come in, and, the sight and smell of it would be enough to scare anyone!

I have been told by the hospital and Doctor, never to lock my door, in case of heart attack or another stroke, responders can get to me if I press the alert-alarm button. Wildly Cheering, knowing they expect me to croak-out, shortly! Haha!

Back to the computer, and got the updating of the Tuesday post all done. Emailed the links. Went on the WordPress reader section. Put some bits on Pinterest. Then spent an inordinately naughty time on Facebooking, adding to the photo albums, TFZing and went on the Winwood Heights page for a while.

But instead of pressing on with this blog, I decided to get the ablutions sorted out. I got the self-inflicting torture items needed for the cleaning and medicating of Little Inchies fungal lesion to the room in readiness. Got the long-sleeved shirt and jacket to wear afterwards (no socks of course, too painful), and got out some new razors to use. This all sounds so uncommon for me, but while the brain works, use it, I say! Worrying all the same! 

WD 0.40.0 I’d got as far having a wee-wee again, doing the teeth, and was just picking up the toothbrush for the second time from the floor, and the Dusty Springfield tune ♫ I only want be with you ♫ chimed from the doorbells. I whipped the thin dressing gown on, in the name of decency, and went to investigate! No persons about, but they had delivered another box of freebie food! I really didn’t know how I felt about this. I cancelled then a week last Monday, via the internet. I followed the cancellation instruction to the letter. And was very careful and diligent about it. One the one hand, I appreciate all the work done by the volunteers to help out. But I really didn’t need or want any more handouts.

Now that Iceland has made me a priority case, it is much easier to get through for an order to be placed. This is why I cancelled the weekly box. There are many things I just do not like or eat in them anyway. Which is wasteful, and always something that has been removed from my eating by the hospital team. I could try the cancelling routine again, but may end up with me having two orders sent, cause the procedure given for cancelling, is to reregister again, ticking Yes to one of the questions. Can you get a supply of foods? Which I did. Grumbleconfusement!

WD 0.40.0 Back to the ablutions, agitated, irritated, baffled and feeling a little guilty, my concentration was not what it should have been. I stubbed the foot against the sink pedestal! Brigglesnastyness and agony erupted! I regret to say, I also gave out naughty verbalisation, Tsk!

I got the shaving completed, with a mere two minuscule cuts. I decided the food box had to be sorted, so I did not have a shower, I just took a stand-up wash. Got myself sprayed with various body maskers, applied aftershave to stop the shaving cuts (Ooh, ooh, ooh!). Phorpained Arthur Itis’s knees, and got dressed. Off to the kitchen and had a few swigs of the feeble, weak Peptac medicine, in vain hopes of reducing Duodenal Donalds stabbing pains.

3Wed012aAs I put on the jacket, I’d not worn it for months, I smelt its aroma, cor, it was mucky and a bit smelly.

So plans changed, and I got it off and hand-washed. Not an easy job, with it being so thick.  It took me a long time, and many changes of water, and much disinfectant and fabric conditioner, and effort were used as well.

Eventually, I got it hanging alongside the long sleeve shirt I washed earlier. This will need many trips to the sink to wring out the heavy shirt as the water moves downwards.

WD 0.40.0 I had another swig or two of the pathetic, pitiful, pointless, purposeless, Peptac antacid medicine. I was about to put the kettle on and remembered the food box was still outside the front door! Oofta! What a draycup!

It was too heavy for me to pick-up, so I opened it and tool a few things through to the kitchen at a time. The kitchen than was already filled with freebie stuff that I didn’t like, or I was barred from eating. In today’s, there was coffee, pineapple, biscuits that are not allowed for me. And some great potatoes, apples, individual shower gel, a mini toilet roll and round if soap, a gigantic tin of baked beans, more pasta, more rice, tomato soups, frozen bread etc.

Had I been struggling to get food delivered, they would have been life-savers. The kitchen is so full, I’ve had store some things in the junk room. And, Deana told Josie that we are not allowed to give anything other tenants from the Government parcel. It’s getting farcical now. I’d asked someone to check me while I do my third reapplication for a food parcel to be cancelled, to make sure I get it right, and it gets cancelled. But, I am confident I did it as instructed to cancel the parcel. Oh, dear! Of course, no one can come in to check me anyway!

I’ve gone from feeling perky to pee’d-off. And Duodenal Donald is not easing off yet. The feet and toes are worse than ever. Knockersworthyness! Dejected

3Wed12 (2)I got some of the potatoes in the big slow-cooker and added the mushrooms to them.No idea what I aim to have, but it must go with mushrooms and boiled spuds, Hahaha!

Then got the black bags, glass bin, and recycling stuff loaded on the trolley-guide.

3Wed11Got the black bags to the waste chute and put down. (Oh, the feet and toes!) I’m getting near to the darkness now again, emotionally.

Down to the bins, met with Roy waiting to get on the elevator as I got off.

A quick bit of joking, and out to the bins with 3Wed13the glass and white bag.

Back up to the flat, and had another go at unlocking and opening the balcony door. Needless to say, but I failed again. If I was not sinking so low in outlook, I would have laughed at my attempted reverse-burglary. Hehehe! 

3Wed05aOff for another wee-wee, this one was turning back to orange coloured? Mmm?

I noticed as I passed, the Nottingham City Homes supplied monitor, the Humidity was a bit low. Maybe not being able to open the door might be the reason? Or, not!

I got this post updated, and it was getting late for me now, head time down approached. So I got the meal sorted out in the overfilled, messy, uneatable food-filled kitchen.

3Wed14I got the nosh prepared and served up, it didn’t look too bad, left the pots soaking in the sink.

Well, things turned a little disappointing by the time I got around to settling down to gobble the tiffin, that had almost gone cold by then.

WD 0.40.0 I thought I’d watch some TV (As a form of deliverance from the Thought Storming, and aid, to succumbing to sleep). But, could I find the TV remote control again? Nope!

WD 0.40.0 After checking the usual places, I got down on my knees with the torch. (That also took a while to find), discovered, stuck down the cushion on the recliner.

WDP 2aRWD 0.40.0 I ended up on my knees, much to the displeasure of Arthur Itis, and after searching around on all-fours, the torch picked out something twinkling in the beam, underneath the recliner. Aha! I grabbed the picker-upper and investigated: retrieving not only the remote control but two pens, a scribbled note (reminding me of the After Stroke Physio last August), several tablets, Warfarin, Bisoprolol Fumarate, Pentoxifylline etc., and tiny broken screwdriver?

WD 0.40.0a Getting back up on my damaged, ankle-ulcered, agonisingly painful, uncut toenailed feet, was the most farcical fiasco of the day! I found myself on my knees, facing the recliner, grabbing both chair-arms, and struggling uncomfortably to get back up on my pins… Half-way up, Shuddering-Shoulder Shirley attacked (Lucky or what, the first time she plays up all afternoon, and she has to time the shaking at just very moment to cause most pain!) and I fell back down again. The contact made between my left knee and the floor, thud, brought forth some terrible silently muttered curses and oaths! The torture from the toenails was hardly bearable.

I did get up eventually, using a well-versed system of; Ensure that the four-pronged walking stick is within reach. Nearly up, find the nearest firm article to roll over to get to the momentum to force my avoirdupois stomach and torso, up, and grabbing the stick in hopes of not going back down to where I came from, in this case, the floor.

3Wed14aWD 0.40.0 Naturally, the nosh was not very warm at all by the time I got around to thinking of eating it. I tried a bit of each item on the plate. Sickening! I did eat some of the cheesy potato mash, not much of it, but still maybe too much. The lemon mousse had gone to liquid. The low-cal bar and Yo-yo were consumed. The pain of getting back up and to the kitchen to finish the washing up was bearable; but annoying.

I dished the fodder and got the cleaning up done. The thick shirt was as to be expected, still dripping, I rang it out a bit more, but it was still too wet to safely move to an airer yet.

I got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, rickety, not working, recliner, with a pot of cashews and a bottle of made up spring water and orange cordial. Got the TV on (Humph!), but the mind was racing after the calamity, and things hurt or ached that I didn’t even know I had! Hehehe!

WD 0.40.0 I think I would be accepted in the ‘Sleepless Elite Genetic Mutation’ group? For getting to kip, took me several hours, and it was well gone 01:00hrs by then. The TV did not send me off, I even watched through the commercial breaks! My hypnagogia was filled with Thought Storming.

WD 0.40.0 The worst thing, early on in the night, was Colin Cramps visiting me, and giving me an unusually large share of his wrath.

3Wed15

I took these photos of Colin’s efforts.

I remember thinking as I looked at the clock hours later, ‘Blimey, 01:00hrs! I’d been trying to get off into the blissfulness of sleep for about seven hours or so. Normally, I can get off anything between 15:00 to 17:00hrs, telephone calls, door chime, Pillow Shaker Fire Alarm false activations, Porcelain Throne and wee-wees, permitting.

WDP 003lAnd to think, there are people out there who are bored with the lock-down?

I wonder if there is a sophrological or apanthropinisation support group I could join?

At least Duodenal Donald has eased off. (Result of Silver-Ling search)

You’ve got to laugh.

Inchcockski – Tue 12 May 2020: Abumble grump cum, confusionabilities, glunk! Tired? Me?

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Tuesday 12th May 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 12fed Mai 2020

00 May 12

03:45hrs: I stirred, again with the thoughts of how I am going to get the door to the balcony open. Then the mind moved morosely on, to thoughts of all the bother I am causing over the prescription volunteers to collect them from the chemist, for me. Then the toenails twinged without my moving my feet, and how can I get them cut, to over the thoughts. But not for long! The sudden and urgent need arrived, for a wee-wee! (Which seemed to set the trend for the day. Tsk!)

 WD 0.50.0 I manipulated my way out of the £300, second-hand, rickety, none-working, c1968, recliner and caught my balance. (I did give out a silent ‘Argh! when I got my weight onto the poor overgrown toenails, Haha!) But this did not delay my wobbling-hobble in haste, to the wet room. But Dizzy Dennis pulled me up en route, and I needed a couple of stops, to keep my balance.

By the time I arrived the Porcelain Throne was also needed. The principal evacuation was again painful, but happily of short duration. The wee-wee was still taking place when the major evacuation had finished. An FFFONEE (Forceful-Furious-Fast-Orange-Never-Ending) variety. Steam emitted from the pan as I stood up? No idea which of the evacuations it came from, though. Hehehe!

 I got the cleaning and medicationing of areas in need done, and off to the kitchen.

WD 0.50.02Tue01 I got the impression that I may have been doing some Nocturnal somnambulationing! As I took this shot going into the kitchen, so many things were not in their usual places, and the washed long-sleeved shirts, had been moved about on their hangers?

I scrapped together an assortment of tablets which I thought would not be too harmful to me, there are now no tablets left to pick from at all from the pod ones. The other bits I found in the drawer, were not identifiable, so I put them in the yellow bin. I must remember to ask the blood-nurse if she can take the box with her for proper disposal.

WD 0.50.0a I made a welcome mug of Glengettie Gold tea, and off to the computer. Dozzt Dennis had been lingering since I used the Throne, and he gave me momentary visit again. I caught my shoulder against the door frame and spilt some of the hot tea down my volumingargantuan-flabby stomach and down the right leg.

But, circumstances limited the pain from both the knock and the tea! You see, when the liquid hit the leg, by good fortune, it was the right leg, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were not working, and did not send the message of the Accifauxpas to the brain. So, no pain! Silver-lining, you see?

WD 0.50.0 But, on the WDP01cnot-so-bright side, my left foot did hit the frame as well, and the message of agony in the toes was definitely sent! Arumsquatulistions, it hurt like hell! It did for hours! Humph!

I got on with updating the Monday blog and got it done it in record time. Thanks mainly, to Dizzy Dennis taking a break, and Nicodemus apparently affecting only the leg this morning, showing no interest in the right arm or hand. I’m not moaning about the confusion over this, just damned joyously glad about it!

Sent the email link off, and went on the WordPress reader section. Replied to the comments. And onto TFZer Facebooking for an hour or more.

I had a look at the Coronavirus figures for Nottinghamshire. Finding this comment from Public Health England:

2Tue09Figures have shown the total amount of people across the county who have tested positive for coronavirus. As of Monday, May 11, there are now 569 confirmed cases in the city boundary and 1,224 across the wider county. 2Tue08aIt comes after Nottingham University Hospitals NHS Trust (NUH), which runs Queen’s Medical Centre and Nottingham City Hospital, confirmed two more coronavirus patients have died. Medical director Dr Keith Girling said the patients were aged 46 and 97.

I’m not sure if reducing the isolation yet, is a good idea. Remember the 1918 flu epidemic. But, it must be costing the country an absolute fortune?

I hand-washed a long-sleeve shirt and left it in the bowl in fabric softener. Then off to get the ablutions sorted.

WD 0.50.0 This didn’t go as well as the last two days, mind. The dropsies were far too many to mention, I don’t have enough bandwidth! Hehe! But the bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion was fresh, thus, much less painful and hassle to clean up and medicate. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were no leaking at all. The end dropsies got a bit farcical, Germolid and Germole tubes, olive oil bottle, body spray and fresher cans went as well. The deodorant pot, bit-the-dust three times! An2Tue07d to bring a smile to my face, I’ll mention that the sock-glide was not utilised again. I’m not looking forward to having to wear socks again!

Dizzy Dennis started of again, but not until the ablutionisationing was all done, and I was dressed. Kind of him! I then washed the bath towel and hung it to dry, with the long-sleeved t-shirt above the sink. I must remember to add some fabric softener to the Morrison order later on. But, will I remember to?

Then I made-up some wast2Tue02e bags and a recycling box, and got them in and on the three-wheeled walker, ready to take down to chute and bin. I used the box that the headphones came in for the recycling stuff to go in.

I’ve not been mentioning it, but the wee-weeing had continued so frequently (all of the FFFONEE (Forceful-Furious-Fast-Orange-Never-Ending) mode. The orangeness is a shred con2Tue03cerning. To save time; unless there is a change of circumstances or variety, I’ll try to avoid the urge of doing so.

I got the buggy out of the door into the flat’s lobby without too much difficulty. Apart from the pain from the toes, Grumph! 

As I opened the lobby door, I was blinded by the sunshine coming through the lift-lobby window. I left the trolley holding the door open and tried my bestest to take a picture of the reflecting sunlight view. But, after trying two or four attempts at getting a shot looking anything like the naked eye saw it, this was the best I could come up with. Shame!

I got myself in a bit of a pickle trying to get the carrier-walker to go through the door, lost my balance a little, and ended up back further inside the flats lobby. Hahaha! If it wasn’t 2Tue04so painful, I could have laughed out loud at myself.

I hobbled along and getting into the waste-chute room was not a lot easier. But I did it carefully, without any Accifauxpas. You can see in this photo, just how small they have made the chute we have to use. This is because of 2Tue05some tenants squashing big load of stuff down, and blocking the shaft, repeatedly. They still do it, of course.

I got in the lift cage, and down to the ground floor with the box of recyclables for the caretaker’s room bin.

Stephen was there with another chap, and I was in my element. They could not stop me, although Stutteringly Stephany affected. I admit, chatting away, joking and smiling. By heck, I’ve missed the nattering, blathering, and small-talk, since the lock-down started. I tend to get a little excited when I get the opportunity for soliloquising, or kibitzing, nowadays. Even with the stuttering, I got a few laughs… although, perhaps it might have been because of my stuttering! Hahaha!

2Tue06Said my farewells, (I swear I could see relief come over their faces, Tsk!) and made my way back up in the elevator to the flat, a tad sad at leaving the human contact behind.

I’d not been in and back on the computer for long, and the landline flashed and rang forth.

It was the Vampire Nurse, come to take my blood. Vanessa, the new girl. While she took the blood, I mentioned the none-opening balcony door. Bless her, she had a go at it for me. But no luck. (No luck – that’s something that follows me everywhere lately!)

Another spell on the computer (Between wee-weeing) of about ten minutes and the landline rang and flashed.

It was Dr Vindla. The first time that she’d ever rung me! She wanted to know I was alright for food and prescriptions. I stuttering told her about the prescriptions having to be fetched be volunteers for me. Explained I was having food delivered online. I thought I’d mention the feet causing me some anguish with the leg ulcer returning and the long toenails, causing me to have a few falls recently (which is true). I was told it’s the same for everybody. I almost apologised for mention it. Still, it was nice to stutter to someone. I’ve done well nattering-wise today. Steve and Paul. Then Doctor. Things are looking up.

WD 0.50.0 Then back to the computing, loaded my Inchcock-made list of words to use, and found the Notepad page, was mysteriously, ‘Not Found’? I thought about crying. Instead, after trying to find out where it had gone, and failing to, I got on with creating another one from scratch. I spent hours and was not getting very far with it.

2Tue11Then the intercom sounded. It was volunteer helper Sarah, who had fetched my prescriptions for me. This is so kind and helpful. I got to open the door before she got up to the flat, and found a parcel laying there on the floor?

I moved the bubble wrap bag into the front room. Then got back to the door as the Lady Sarah arrived. She said who she was, and dropped the bag on the floor, and wished me good luck. I made a point of thanking her with Agusto. I didn’t know if she’s be offended if I offered a G & T in thanks. But she was off with more to delivery to others in a flash. Genuine Angel Mark Two today! Thank you, Sarah!

2Tue13l Got the bag of prescription into the kitchen. There was no Duodenal Donald medicine in it, but I had some, so this might be the month when they skip it, no fretting. I’m afraid they are using the blue & white pods again for the daily dose trays. Just like the last time. The tablets are sticking to the inside of the plastic, with the static electricity used to seal them. I’ll have to take proper care when getting them out, or else it will be like two months ago when the smaller tablets had got stuck underneath the top sheet and I couldn’t get at them without making a decoration of tablets on the kitchen floor.

2Tue12The Amazon parcel was the second reserve headphones I’d ordered. Nearly twice the cost of the ones I got yesterday. Apart from having a volume control on these ones, they are exactly the same! But I’m not complaining about the tablets or headphones at all. I just appreciate having the prescriptions delivered, by a caring helper. And the headphones will be all ready for the next time when I fall one, sit on, drop and break, or lose the current headset. Hahaha!

I got some potatoes mixed with cheese and got them in the oven to cook. I’ll finish on the computer in a while, and get the beef pasties in with the spuds and see how it all goes, the spuds I didn’t realise, were for microwaving only when I ordered them. Fingers crossed.

2Tue14Off to put the pasties in with the spuds now.

Fair nosh, 7/10 for flavour.

Incidentally, if anyone is interested in making imitation rubies, they could do worse than drain a jar of Asda whole beetroots and use them. Of course, you’ll need to find a way of softening the beetroots before you sell them.

Washed the pots, had a wee-wee and got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, inoperable, recliner.

Amazingly, I was off in the land of nod, within a few minutes. No thought-storms to bother me. (I think they had worn themselves out during the day!)

WD 0.50.0 Woken up by the mobile ringing. They had rung off by the time I got to the phone. A Birmingham number 0120.

Getting back to sleep took ages…

WD 0.50.0 The landline then flashed and rang! Can’t blame folk who do not understand my enforced odd hours I keep. It depends on whether or not I slept all the previous night, I’ve had two sleepless nights last week. Whether it be Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna, Peripheral Pete, Suddering Shoulder Shirley or whichever ailment stop me kipping, it’s always irritating and frustrating, trying to get caught up.

Half-asleep, it was Jenny ringing. She kindly told me that Lloyds Chemist, in Sherwood, still deliver prescriptions. (I read they are going to charge, but it’ll be worth it if its a reasonable cost) I’ll have to talk to the surgery to see if the Doctor Vindla can send them to Sherwood. Good of her to think of me. Bless her.

Now the Thought Storms began again. So drifting off again was a long time coming.

Be back in the morning to update, or, if I cannot get to sleep again, later tonight. Int life confusing? Hehehe!

Inchcockski – Monday 11th May 2020: Mostly, a maelstrom of a day. Tsk!

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Monday 11th May 2020

Dutch-Western-Frisian: Maandag 11 Mei 2020

00 May 11

GM May b WD 180.50.0 00:00hrs: No sleep again, second night in the trot. I reckon all the worries are getting to me again. No medications left again. Thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, who have not delivered anything yet, and now I’m up the creek without a paddle. I must try to ask Reichsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana if she can find the time to ring them for me, to ascertain what’s what. But they are always so busy, especially on a Monday. My biggest worry is if I have done something silly with pills while I was having one of my feared memory blanks, I’ve had a couple of ‘Blanks’, this last week.

Then there is the balcony door that I cannot unlock for love nor money. I’ll feel such a dumbo if someone comes to unlock it straight away! Which is what I fear may happen. 

I got on with making up a template for this blog and got the graphics loaded.

Then a hobble to the Porcelain Throne, and sheer pain, but no bleeding was the result. Constipation Konrad still in control.

WDP 12bI made a brew of Glengettie Gold, turned the computer off. Went onto checking around the flat, taps, lights etc., and put the telly on, to fall asleep watching it. This time, there was no need.

At long last, bliss in the form of kip arrived within seconds!

1Mon001WD 180.50.0 06:30hrs: I woke with a start. I was certain that the balcony window lock/catch problem had been playing on my mind, or in a dream, maybe. For when the brain kicked in, my only ambition at that time was to try to open the door again. Not that I could think of anything other than I had already tried to use. Abject failure, to get the door opened.

With my forgetfulness, absentmindedness and hypomnesia, I feared that I have just forgotten how to lock the door mechanism? Then again, I genuinely can’t remember ever being shown how to lock and unlock it. I’d never used it before. Bafflement and uncertainty lingered, and the stomach rumbling began, and I made my way to the wet room for Porcelain Throne duties.

WD 180.50.0 Things felt as solid as a rock, and after a short while, I abandoned my mission. Off to have a mug of tea. And then did a spot of ferreting in the medical drawer. In search of some tablets that may have dropped loose in there.

I found a loose 80g Atorvastin tablet, these are massive, so easy to identify. (Not so easy to take down, though. Hehe!) And one other tablet, which I did not know whether it was a Codeine Phosphate, Bisoprolol Fumarate (Beta Blocker), or a Furesomide (Water retention tablet)? Pot-luck! Paracetamol and Warfarin were in packets, so I had some of these in stock. No Ramipril, Thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, just up the road from the Lidl store, who have not delivered anything yet. I took what I’d found, but of course, there was one other tablet, which I did not know whether it was a Codeine Phosphate, Bisoprolol Fumarate (Beta Blocker), or a Furesomide?

Paracetamol and Warfarin were in packets, so I had some of these in stock. No Pentoxifylline, Furosemide? Bisoprolol-Fumarate?, Atorvastatin, Omeprazole, Ramipril, Peptic Antacid, or Clobetasone cream to take or use. Oh, I hope I’ve not got this all mixed up!

1Mon01 Made brew, and took this snap of the crisp, bright morning. Then I started this blog off. I soon got sidetracked to the Porcelain Throne again. Another none-movement-session.

Back on the WordPressing site. Then the reader section. Made another brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. Packed up the box if recyclables to go down to the bin later.

Then a third visit to the Throne. Ah, action at last! Long, slow and painful (as is always expected), but no bleeding from anywhere either! Great!

Back on the computer, and this blog.

Warden Deana rang, she’s such a good voice carrying tone on the phone. Asked a few questions, and with Stuttering Stephanie annoying me, I managed to explain about the falls and prescription dilemma. She will call them for me at 09:00hrs, and get back to me. Bless her cotton socks! I forgot to mention the balcony door lock, but it might be best not to yet, you never know, I might get it unlocked, later.

09:30hrs, I went on Coreldraw to do a couple of graphics, then made up a template for tomorrow.

10:35hrs: So, got template done. Then I tended to the ablutionalisationing. I wonder if it can go as well as yesterday’s did? No, hang on, Deana might ring about the chemist call. I’ll have a quick, door open so I may be able to hear the phone ring, stand-up wash. Back in a bit.

1Mon0211:12hrs: That was another decent (stand-up) session in the shower room. A cut or two shaving and some dropsies, toothpaste, soap (3 – it’s getting smaller with use, Haha!)

Little Inchies fungal lesion was singing a bit, but again, not bleeding! A bit of a disappointing run of luck after the session mind.

WD 180.50.0 The old aching pins (legs), didn’t look any betterer than they did yesterday. The long toenails and feet were more painful, for sure. The legs seemed to be losing some meat again? Ah, well! I’m not complaining… not really! After all, Arthur Itis was a lot easier. Little victories, and all that!

I phoned Obersturmbannführeress and Ballet Dancing Champion, Warden Deana. To tell her I was not going to be in for a while, as I had to sort out a big box of recycling material and take it with the glass bottles down to the caretaker’s bins. She mentioned she had not got through to the chemist yet, not answering. Oh, dear, they are so busy. I’m becoming a nuisance again, I fear!

I got the box made up and the bottles in a bag and meandered slowly to the elevator, and down to the bins. Back up to the flat, having only seen one person, and she kept well away from me. Don’t blame her either!

1Mon04I went for a wee-wee and took this poor quality snap of the Colin Cramp affected knees.

It’s Just as well that Arthur Itis is more concerned with bothering the ankle ulcer area at the moment. I wouldn’t have coped so well if both ailments were having a go at the same location. Hehe! Swings and Roundabouts again!

WD 180.50.0 Then, being the sharp, alert, conscientious, quick-as-lightning, old chap that I am, I realised I had not taken the black bag to the waste chute. It could happen to anyone! So, I clambered and got the bag from the three-wheeler walker guide, grabbed the walking stick near the door, and poddled carefully to the waste-chute room.

1Mon04aWD 180.50.0 Just as I started lifting up the black bag towards the metal chute… Shuddering Shoulder Shirley started-off!

I bravely, nae, almost courageously, made a grab at the falling receptacle, which put me off-balance, and down I went. Caught the side of my head on the way down. But that was of little consequence, compared the pain as I stubbed my toes and foot in struggling to get up getting. Argh!, comes to mind! 

Gingerly, I gently made my way back to the flat. Got in, and dug out some weak pain killers, for the agony from the toes, mainly.

Made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea.

Back on the computer, but with a little less enthusiasm and conviction now.

The very kind and empathetic lady from Nottingham City Homes rang me. She was doing a check on folks to see if they are coping with getting food and prescriptions. Well, bless her, that set off about Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, who have not delivered any medicines yet, and now I’m up the creek without a paddle and any tablets! Then I explained about Warden Deana looking into it for me. But the conversation was not easy. I could hear the ladies voice well enough, it was Stuttering Stephanie again. My stop-start, jittery talking, or attempts at talking, must have been frustrating for the lady to listen to. But she was very patient with me, and that meant such a lot. Thank Madam! I added that the food situation is fine at the moment and thanked her again.

 Minutes after the lady rang off, Deana rang me back. She had got hold of the chemist for me Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, who have not delivered any medicines yet, and now I’m up the creek without a paddle and no tablets!) 

WD 180.50.0 Deana told me the medications will be ready for collection tomorrow, what time we don’t know. But they, (Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, who have not delivered any medicines yet, and now I’m up the creek without a paddle and any tablets!), said they can no longer deliver them. Deana asked if I would allow her to contact the volunteer group, to try to arrange a pick-up. She’ll ring me back when she finds something out. I thanked her, muchly.

Ten-minutes later, the door-bell chimed out. My thoughts almost contained a smear of excitement! Is this the Amazon delivery of the cheapo headphones to replace the ones I sat on and broke? Deana coming with good news? The blood nurse? Nope!

It was Josie returning her tray, cutlery and plate from her Sunday meal. Ah, well, it was nice to have a chinwag with her. She wanted to give me some chocolate in thanks. I thanked her for the kind thought and reminded her of my diabetes. So I could not accept them. She inquired about how long I had been diagnosed as a diabetic. It’s heartwarming when someone else forgets things too. Hahaha! She’d enjoyed the meal, that perked me up a tad.

Back on the computer, and the mobile rang again. T’was Deana. She’s been in touch with the volunteers. Someone will call for the prescriptions tomorrow. But we need to know what time they will be ready etc., Deana will let me know when she knows.

I got a headache with everything happening at once. Hehehe!

1Mon06I got some baked beans, and added a packet of black bean sauce and stirred it in well, to marinate, then got it on a low heat on the hob.

Turned on the oven to pre-heat it. The plan being, to have two cobs, filled with beefburgers with the beans.

1Mon06aHerbert sounded busy with his modelling this morning. I checked on Amazon for the ETA/tracker for the headphones.

ETA approximated at 15:30 > 17:30hrs today. That’s fair enough for me. I just hope that they have the right size jack plug fitted to them, so they will fit in the TV.

I might try mending the old ones with the Gorilla tape.

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Mind you, the Gorilla tape is locked in the balcony, with no way of unlocking the door. Gawd, I’m such a lucky person!

I’m getting a bit jaded now. Can’t touch me for it! Hahaha!

I got the burgers in the oven and made up the nosh ASAP.

Ahahaha! The intercom rang, and flashed. Just as well that I was in the hallway at the time. Because I could not hear it sounding at all, the lit-up panel warned me. That’s another thing, I’m getting so low of hearing-aid batteries, I’m not using them all the time, to conserve what I have left. Summat else to fret over brought to mind. Tut-tut! I bet no end of folks are in the same or even worse pickle over and with this flipping being locked-down. Good luck and all the bestest to each one of them!

WD 180.50.01Mon06C It was the Amazon delivery of the cheapo headphones.

I left them in the box on the recliner until I’d had a go at the meal. Which was slowly getting colder and colder as I mucked about tackling all the obstacles that presented themselves, obviously, in the Woodthorpe Court based Goblin, Ghosts and Alien plan to stop me eating the beefburger and beans until they were fully heatless! Humph!

WD 180.50.0 I had to painfully visit the Porcelain Throne, Harold’s Haemorrhoids needed medicating, and I knocked over the clothes dryer, that needed sorting out and making safe, in my rushing to get to the fodder.

1Mon06b

Despite the mysterious wonders of 72, Woodthorpe Courts Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum, to cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’, I still ate most of the fodder. I left the mini pies and much of the bean mix. Gragglespitgurgle!

I was multi-tasking, as I was washing the pots. Pondering on the easiest way to commit suicide now I can’t get the door lock opened to jump off of the balcony. Wondering if they will ever show the Red Dwarf film again on the telly, so I can try to watch it all the way through without nodding off, and how long will it be before I break, drop or sit on these new headphones? Yes, I think I was getting overtired. Hehehe!

From getting into the £300, second-hand, cringingly-beige-coloured, inoperable, rusty, rickety, recliner, and putting on the headphones, being pleasantly surprised at the simplicity and sound, and waking up in six hours later, there is no memory whatsoever.

Sometimes, I think this is not a bad thing. But I’m not so sure, now I’ve said it?

Inchcockski – Sun 10th May 2020: Moments of near joy… and ungabluzum. Ah, well!

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Sunday 10th May 2020

Kinyarwanda: Ku Cyumweru Tariki ya 10 Gicurasi 2020

00 May 10

GM2green0503:55hrs: I woke, with frantic thoughts still storming around at random in my sadly confused head. Wind emitting from the rear end, RAI (Rheumatoid-Arthur-Itis) was giving me some electric-shock like stabbing pains in both knees, before I’d even moved my legs!

My morning’s worry-driven  fears and thoughts prevailed:

5Fri35a‘Will I be able to get the balcony door lock to open?’ Somewhat rather hopefully: ‘Is the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, just down the road from the Lidl store, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, going to let me down once again with the non-delivery of my prescriptions?’ ‘I could sense that Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding, can I put up with the pain of cleaning and medicating it again?’

7Sun02All thoughts were abandoned at this stage. To be replaced with the urgent need for me to avoid any embarrassment, and get to the Porcelain Throne in time. Removing my obesely overweight stomached body from the depths of the £300, second-hand, recliner, was achieved without any Accifauxpas, caught my balance, grabbed the walking stick and hobbled rapidly as I could to the wet room.

I arrived in plenty of time, and the evacuation began within a few seconds of my getting ensconced on the raised disabled toilet seat. Things were painful and still controlled my Constipation Konrad. But blessedly, of short duration. Next-to-no bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. I cleaned and medicated the rear-end quarters.

WD 0.50.0 Then the feared task of cleansing and medicating Little Inchies fungal lesion. It never gets any easier or less stingable a job! Changed the PPs, and washed the dandies.

Hobbled off to the kitchen.  Got the kettle on. Hunted around and found a couple of tablets to take, not the right ones, of course. Thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, just down the road from the Lidl store, who have failed to delivery my prescription medications again. Gribbaldspiteurgh!

7Sun03Got the kettle on for the Thompsons Punjana, and got some mushrooms in the crock-pot, to use later o both meals. Salt and the last drop of hickory were added for seasoning.

Made the tea, and off to the computer to get the Saturday blog updated. It was completed in relatively quick time this morning. I offer my thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, Shaking Shaun Colin Cramps, and Dizzy Dennis, for all them giving me some respite, most appreciated, if unexpected and confusing to me. Smugishness Mode Assumed!

Added some bits to Pinterest. Then went on TFZ & Winwood Facebooking, spent a somewhat long time here, but I love it. Answered a comment, then went on the WordPress Reader.

Started this post going. Then the need and time for the ablutionalisationing arrived. Off to the wet room, remembering to take the new razors with me. (See? Sometimes I can remember things). Fair enough, these happenings are few and far between, seldom, infrequent, rare, and occur only sporadically, but still! Hehehe! Off to the wet room, back later, I hope.

Another change of mind, en route to the shower room, I decided to get the jammie-bottoms cleaned and left in the bowl to soak while I abluted.

WDP 13dLAstronomicalisations! What a proper old-time ablutions session that was, folks. Not a single-cut shaving! Little Inchies fungal lesion temporarily healed, so no bleeding! Harold’s Haemorrhoids were also bloodless! No visits from Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun. Neuropathic Pete’s leg dancing, Shoulder-Shuddering Shirley, or Anne Gyna! I am Gobsmacked, flabbergasted!

Fair enough, there was the usual expected ‘Dropsies’. Toothbrush, toothpaste, razors (3), shaving foam, soap (3), shower-gel (2), Germaloid tube and olive-oil pot. And I did walk into the door frame on the way out. But, no swiping or knocking anything off of the floor cabinets! Overall, it was a great session!

7Sun04aA dash of after-shave, a spray of deodorant, and Phorpain gelled the knees. Olive-oiled the ears, Sprayed the Saccades water in the eyes and cleaned the glasses. Made sure I’d got the right PP’s in the new bag (The last lot of XXL’d kept dropping down!). Got the bath towel on the clothes airer. 

7Sun10aOff to the kitchen.

I got the jammie-bottoms all rinsed out, all done, rung and hung above the sink on a coat hanger. No socks to do, I’ve not been wearing any, cause of the overgrown toenails being too painful.

And, of course, not putting socks on and off, has saved me much pain and anguish with the cruelly-designed near-fatal, injury-causing, comically called ‘Easy-Fit’, Juzo, bruise and bleeding injury-causing sock glide.

I made a slow casual start to collecting and collating the food ready for Josies cheesy-potato meal. As got to the stage of just having the potatoes and cheese to mix together, I nipped and told Josie the nosh would be ready in ten minutes, so she’d be aware, and keep her ears out for the bell ringing.

7Sun07Back to the kitchen and got the spuds done up and served on the plate. Tomatoes, gherkins, cheese discs, silverskin onions, Tuna flakes in brine, the mushrooms, some extra-strong cheddared potatoes with butter and sea salt. choco bar, Limoncello dessert and a can of Gordon’s G&T. Delivered it to her door, and hopes she likes it and enjoys it.

Then got back to the washing up to do. As normal whenever I make cheesy potatoes, I find it best to leave the mixing spoon and forks in a bowl of hot water with washing up liquid and bleach in it – for a few hours, cause the mixture sets like glue in the cutlery. Haha!

7Sun04cI espied some dogs taking their owners for a walk in the bottom field, and took this snap on the right of them. Then, the innards suddenly started to kick-off from nowhere and no apparent reason? The gurgling sound with it was rather louder than usual when things would be brewing for a Porcelain visit?

7Sun08 (2)I thought maybe I’d better have something to eat. So, I demolished what was left of the cheesy potatoes in the bowl, and put the basin to soak with the cutlery.

But the grumbling and rumblings continue unabated. Mmm!

I made up some black bags and took them to the waste chute.

I got on the computer to update this blog. But the innards were now joined by Anne Gyna and Dizzy Dennis for a treble assault on my health. Tsk!

As I pondered on whether to have a sit-down and watch some TV, this reminded me of the broken headphones. So I went on Amazon to look for a cheap pair. I ordered the cheapest one they had, and a decent set for a fair price, so if… or rather when; I sit on or break the next pair, I can still listen to the radio o7Sun11r TV. Oh, and an extension cable. Got the details of the delivery trackers via email. Headphones ETA Monday up to 22:00hrs. Cheapo set headphones, Wednesday 13th up to 21:00hrs. The extension lead due; Thursday 21st May. Ah, well!

I looked up the latest Coronavirus figures, locally, East Midlands. Nottingham is now second-top for Confirmed cases. I wonder what they do when someone actually dies of the disease, are the numbers lowered, because they are no longer confirmed?

WD 0.50.0 Yea, Gods. a sudden, almost instant weariness came over me, and my EQ told me to get sat down and try to rest, sleep if possible. I popped over to Josies to tell her, and ask her not to wake me with returning plates etc. if she doesn’t mind. She mentioned that I’d gone all white and said knock on the door if I needed anything. Thank her.

7Sun12I returned in the flat and thought I’d better get something to nibble too, to try and settle the stomach, that was kicking-off as well now. I wasn’t up to cooking anything more, but then again was not hungry particularly hungry. I got a paper-plate made up. Last of the decent tomatoes, the mini-Melton Mowbray pork pies from Friday, and a few Marmite rice cakes. I didn’t eat all of the pies, just two. But had I not felt so tired, I might have gone to fetch some more Marmite cakes, they tasted delicious.

I spent several hours, adopting many desperate measures to get to sleep. TV watching, no good I just would not nod-off like I usually would do. Had a go at the crossword book. I think I may have tried counting sheep… only joking, Haha!

Hours later, and no signs of nodding off, I thought I might as well get up and try to get some graphicalisationing done on CorelDraw. Maybe then Sweet Morphious may come.

Sleep didn’t come, although the eyelids were drooping a tad. Humph! But at least I got a few graphics created.

Then I got this blog finished off just before midnight.

Inchcockski – Saturday 9th May 2020: A sanity-testing day, I think I failed!

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Saturday 9th May 2020

Zulu: NgoMgqibelo 9th Meyi 2020

00 May 09

GM 200.0.004:40hrs: I woke up to Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, giving me a right shaking, clouting my elbow on the arm of the chair at the same time. Even the more than ample midriff was wobbling along in unison with Shirley’s beat!

Cor-blimey, it took some time before she eased off as well. No wonder I woke in such a sudden-sharp, shuddery, jolting fashion.

But, at least it woke me up properly and got the brain, alertness and awareness working together. As soon as things subsided, I foolishly got up too quickly, to get to the wet room for a wee-wee.

WD 180.50.0 As I was pushing up the weight of my elephantine torso from the recliner, an extra little shudder from Shirley, had me crash back down into the chair. Hitting my nose of all things, as I twisted to put my arms out, on the edge of the seat’s arm, and missed it! Now that’s something different that I can’t remember having for years, a bleeding nose! (Although, at school, I remember getting given many of them)

WD 180.50.0 I got safely and Accifauxpa-free, into the wet room, dropped the PP’s and relieved myself. Another powerful session of the BOASSA (Blasting Out-and -Suddenly-Stopping-Abruptly) mode. But it was painless, that was a treat! As I was changing the PP’s, it came apparent that the legs were even more anaemic looking than yesterday morning.

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However, for a nice change, Clopidogrel Clive’s lumps and blotches seem to me, to be taking a vacation. The Thrombophlebitis and spider and venous veins, (phlebitis),  and iliac veins, had died down, too! I feared I was suffering from oneirataxia, but, no, they really were hardly showing on the skin surface at all. Arthur Itis’s knees were far less mangled looking, but he was still supplying me with plenty of hurt and pain when I walked. I think, at that the moment the more painful and handicapping, was coming from the poor feet and overgrown toenailed toes. I’m not complaining about this, but I am just a tad confused.

Not that things were getting me down at all. I possessed an outlook of a phenomenal difference to yesterday. I was singing under my breath and nattering to myself constantly. Bonkers, but contented!

By the time I got around to taking a look at the nose, it had stopped bleeding completely and was barely painful at all. Other than giving me a mild headache of sorts. Hehehe! Another possible reason for my outlook of lightness was that Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding. And this to another day stuck indoors, so another risk-free, none use of the Sock-Glide with its accompanying bruising and bleeding. I hope I can remember how to use it when the lock-in and lock-down stops. I haven’t been on a bus, or to a shop for months now. Hey-ho!

WD 180.50.0 Then a concerned came to mind. I have only two days of prescription medications left. Are Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, (a few doors down from Lidl) going to let me down again with the delivery, and leave me without medications for weeks again? My earlier high-spirits came crashing down, and I began to sink into the darkness again! I wasn’t really ever meant to be, life is now too complicated for me. I limped, no singing now, to the kitchen. Checked the medications, yes, just two days worth left. They may arrive today? Globdangles!

Morosely and without much interest, I made a brew of Glengettie tea and digested the medications.

I got two small black bags of rubbish to the waste chute. Hobbling is no pleasure with the toes and feet in this condition! Then got on with updating last night’s diary. It took me a long time, but I got it finished just before the Iceland delivery two-hour period was about to start.

I went on Pinterest and WordPress Reader section. Then the TFZer, and Winwood Heights Community Group Facebook pages.

Jenny called me. She knew I liked Melton Mobray pork pies and asked if I wanted her and Franks, as they don’t eat them. I thanked her kind gesture. She said she’ll pop the down later, How kind! ♥

6Sat05As I was starting on today’s diary, the intercom buzzed and flashed. One’s Iceland delivery had arrived. I got them into the kitchen and unloaded them to check on any shortages or substitutions. But this time, it was a case of, ‘I don’t remember ordering all this bread?’

WD 180.50.0 For there was bag after bag of cobs on the Iceland order. Panini rolls, wholemeal baps, wholemeal thins, cheesy cobs, and crispy rolls! Was I under the impression I had ordered only the Panini rolls and bread thins? And, how or why I ordered battered fish, and more chips, greasy-dripping soaked ones, that I do not even like, is beyond me!

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I imagine that I must have had a blank-spell while I was ordering them? Not that I would have been aware of it at the time. Tsk! Life is becoming a bigger challenge all the time!

I made a start on this blog. And after an hour or so, the doorbells chimed out the Dusty Springfield ♫ I only want to be with you ♫, tune. I fumbled to get some trousers and a shirt on. My heart and hopes raised to a ridiculously high level; I’d somehow convinced myself, that it would be the Prescriptions being delivered from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, (a few doors down from Lidl), and warmth and satisfaction grew as I hobbled to the front door.

WD 180.50.0 Nope! It was Josie; she had at last seen the bag of food left outside her door for her yesterday and didn’t know anything about it. She thought I’d left it for her. Bless her. I’m not the only one that gets blank spells. I explained what it was, but the gal had no idea what I was talking about, and ended up more confused, I think. I’ll have a word or two and put her mind at rest tomorrow.

But at the moment, I had to live with the disappointment of the ringing door, not being from Carrington Pharmacy, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, (a few doors down from Lidl). I seem to be finding myself in highs and lows today.

It’s already afternoon here. The weariness is already dawning on me. Surely I cannot be asking too much for the prescriptions from Carrington Pharmacy, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, (a few doors down from Lidl) not to be late, yet again?

I went on Facebook again. I’m not up to concentrating on graphicalising, in my current black mood over the uncertainty of the prescriptions.

WD 180.50.0A The doorbells chimed out again. I fumbled to get some trousers and a shirt on again. Got to the door, knocking over a pot of birdseed en route when I had a wobbly, that spilt out all over the floor! Someone had left me packets of Melton Pies and sausage rolls (Which I dare not eat) on the floor. So, I put the pork pies in the fridge with the others, I’ll never eat them all before the sell-by date, but it was a lovely thought from someone. Then I had to clean up the birdseed in the hallway.

It took me over two hours to clean up the birdseed. Made a right bigger mess, as I could not step over the grain ones, and crushed some. Having to start over again. No good hoovering, I tried. So, I had to use brush and dustpan; but kept getting interference from Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, Suddering Shirley and Shaking Shaun. I was dropping stuff as much as what I got to the bin!

I nearly called Jenny for some tips on using the Vanish Gold carpet cleaner. But when I eventually found the spray, the instructions seemed clear enough. So I gave it a go in the hall.

I backed my way along the hallway, spraying with foam, rubbing it in. I ended up stuck in the front room for two hours while it worked its magic. Then I have to hoover up.

I went of the updating of the diary. Every bone and joint hurting now, and Anne Gyna has started to kick-off. All this, because some kind person dropped of the pies for me. Hehehe! I’m seating like the devil now, too. But, can’t get out to have a wash until I’ve done the hoovering. Oh, I do hope it comes out alright.

WD 180.50.0 Pictorial Tale of frustrating farce, so far:

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On a proper downer now. Stuck in the front room for two hours, while the carpeting dries. Fingers crossed! Put the vacuum on charging. It was getting a little warm, so I decided to open the balcony door.

5Fri35aWD 180.50.0 Pickled-Walnuts and Clogumbobskitit! I could not unlock the balcony door! All that hassle to get it to lock on Friday, and now, more hassle to get it to open on Saturday night! I gave up in the end and just prayed there is not a fire, and I need to escape the flames and fumes.

I’m hoping it’ll be my own fault and I’ve just forgotten about how to operate the mechanism. Not that anyone can come to look at it for me (Lock-down etc.)

I got some nosh sorted out, and with being all uptight and bothered, I forgot to take a snap of it. I ate it all anyway. Albeit with a little unenthusiasm, and depressionalistic thoughts.

DSCN2649WD 180.50.0 I was too uptight and wound-up for sleep to come to me. The Thought-Storms went on the rampage in the grey-cells. I kept the TV on and was temporarily glad I did when I found that the Red Dwarf film was showing.

It’d been on last month, I recalled the disappointment of my falling asleep then watching it, and missing the end. There is no doubt, finding out about, and staying up so late to watch it, had improved my emotionally cluttered state of mind.

DSCN2650I perked-up a tad and went to make up another bottle of spring water and orange cordial. To guzzle, hopefully, while I was watching the film.

Heartbreakingly, I nodded-off again during aa set of commercials. And woke up as the theme tune played and the credits were rolling! Humph!

I was back in the blackness. I wondered if I will ever manage to see this film throughout? My enthusiasm for life drained. Take today;

  • The Accifauxpa getting up.
  • Let down again by Carrington Pharmacy, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, (a few doors down from Lidl)! 
  • Now out of medications again!
  • The legs indicating that maybe I had died. (So pale)
  • The masses of bread I’d apparently ordered!
  • The balcony door lock, either broken or beyond my capabilities to operate!
  • Falling asleep during the Red Dwarf film again!
  • The depressive Whoopsiedangleplop with the birdseed and the resulting mess and crippling, pain-giving job of cleaning it all up.
  • My mental and physical fall into the blackness of depression.
  • Memory lapses and blanks.
  • Sinking into the darkness.

I was a little worried and concerned about the medication shortage – Not too much though – But I was feeling defeated and rather low – From somewhere, determination did grow, and I miraculously started singing, I’ll give life another go! Hahaha!

Belatedly, I went to do the washing up. Billy Fury’s ‘Cross my heart’ was being sung, well, silently mouthed.

WD 180.50.0 No doubt about it, I was in a strange state of mind. A mixture of unbelievability, yet acceptance of my bad luck, and ailing health, wanting to give up altogether, and yet, being determined not to surrender to the blackness.

DSCN2648A most suitable view from the window was on view. In a way, I read of my state of mind in the sky. The ferocity of frustration. The dark depressive clouds. The loneliness. The hopes of light at the end of the tunnel. And the beauty of life! (Pull yourself together, Inchy!)

With some twisted illogical hopes, semi-logicality was restored, I returned to the recliner. And was with Sweet Morpheus within minutes, free of frustrations, worries and calm, for a few hours.

Highly acceptable!

Good morning, each.

Inchcockski – Fri 8 May 2020: VE day photographicalisations, Whoopsies & Accifauxpas. Tsk!

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Friday 8th May 2020

Serbian: Петак, 8. маја 2020

00 May 09

GM003 01:40hrs this morning, I got finally got my head down. Helped by sheer mental-fatigue, earlier sleep deprivations, extra Codeine 30g having been taken, and the wee-weeing incidents slowing down.

WD 50.0.0 06:00hrs: I woke, to my EQ warning me; “Just get on with it, bear the brunt of what is coming?”

The lightness of the late morning made me a little confused for a few seconds. Then the brain engaged gear and joined in with cringingly flobby and oversized-stomached torso, in activationalisationing.

WD 50.0.0 As I tackled getting the lumbering body mass from the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken mechanically, rinky-dinked, démodé, rickety recliner, caught my balance and grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, the need for another wee-wee came to the fore. Off to the EGPB (Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket) for am HLSB (Hosepipe-like-short-blasting) type, wee-wee. Knocking some stuff off of the corner stand en route to the kitchen. Tsk!

WD 50.0.0 Made a mash of Thompsons Punjana tea. Took the medications. Olive oiled the ear-holes and found I was not looking forward to the Party in the Pod.

Feeling a smidge melancholic, I suppose. I cannot physically move an easy chair and or table into the balcony. Can’t decorate the pod, I can’t even open the bloody windows! Such are the ailments, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying, RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra, Shaking Shaun, Roger Reflux, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley etc. are all going to prevent me enjoying and taking part in the so-called party. The Residents Group, are kindly going supply some nibbles for the picnic in the pod. Deafness will prevent me from hearing the music they are going to play from the rooftop, and join in. It makes one feel more isolated when you can’t physically join in things. As I mentioned, I can’t even open the new, unwanted, disliked balcony windows this morning. Nicodemus ensured that.

But, others are in the same boat. And this realisation soon brought me out of my appalling, momentary, self-pitying-mode. Bad innit, when you get feeling like this! Glad I shook myself out of it, and took some photos, some through the glass of balcony, others from the kitchen window.

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On the computer and started this post off (In between wee-wees, Tsk!).

6Sat02Put the computer in sleep mode, and off to get the ablutions done.

But had a change of plans for some unknown reason, I got the handwashing done, wrung, and hung, while I sang a song! Hehehe! (Tower of Strength, Frankie Vaughan)

Off to the wet room, and noticed how full the waste bin was getting. Another diversion! I took the bag and container into the kitchen to clean, and sorted out four small black bags of rubbish, and loaded them in the trolley-walker, and took them to the waste chute. Back to the flat, with the toes worse than ever making hobbling uncomfortable. (I mention this, cause I don’t want you to worry about me being contented, free-of-pain, or even slightly happy! Hahaha!)

5Fri08I was not of excuses to avoid getting the ablutions tended to, (Har-har!) It was, I think, the thought of having to clean and medicate Little Inchies fungal lesion that was making me delay the procedure. (Gawd, it’s a painful daily task! [Coward?]). Another wee-wee first, then I got the teggies done.

WD 50.0.0 I did manage a decently deep cut under the chin, shaving, though. Then under the shower, using the freebie shower gel pot, and the last of the carbolic soap. (Will I ever find any again? Sob!) Olive-oiled the ears again. Applied the Germoloid, and Germolene creams. Rubbed in the pain gel on the knees and arms.

WDP4WD 50.0.0 The dropsies were not too bad this morning. Toilet roll, Toothbrush, razor (2), shower gel pot, carbolic soap, the Jenny ♥ supplied picker-upperer, and the Germoloid tube. Then, with no more reasons I could think of to avoid it, I tackled the fungal lesion medicating. “Argh!” comes to mind as the best descriptive word to describe the experience. But at least it was done, I hoped and prayed that the lesion does not start bleeding again and give me break. Tsk!

As I was spraying and freshening up the torso, with body spray, Dettol, after-shave and clothes freshener, te need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. A much more manageable, if massive, session, this time. Although for an unknown reason, it left me so sore. I cleaned the tender rear area and reapplied some Germoloid cream once more, (Thank heavens Jenny was able to get me some Germoloid on her order last week, thanks, Jen!). And, off to take a Codeine with a mug of tea.

The ‘Hum’ had now got as loud as yesterday’s was, and that was rambunctiously so! It was getting to me, so what any poor devil with decent hearing was going through, I don’t know.

I had a go on CorelDraw to try to make some graphics before the picnic-pack arrived, for the People in the pod celebrations on the balcony start.

Sister Jane rang, bless her. Told me to watch BBC1 again. I was waiting to get the picnic-in-the pod. I went onto making a silly ode about Coronavirus and the lock-down easing. Got it finished and published. It’s not of my betterer ones, but still. Such a shame.

5Fri13The doorbells chimed, twas a very kind young lady delivering the Picnic-in-the-pod nibbles, bless her. Some Melton mini-pork pies in there! Perfect timing. I consumed a mini-pie and took one with me out on the balcony with a cup of tea. Not an easy job with the walking stick. It took me three trips.

I took some photographs from inside the balcony (Pod).

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The end windows were too tricky for me to open. I recall slicing my finger the first time I tried when the lethal metal spring clip that needs pulling and pushing at the same time. The blood flowed! I managed to open two of the front windows, though.

I also waved to a few people, but no one responded. So, I drank the tea, put the cup in the washing up bowl, and returned to the balcony, even more, determined to get someone to wave back to me! Of course, no one did, not that I saw, anyway. Got the camera again.

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I took a couple of zoomed-in shots of the flags on Elmswood Gardens.

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5Fri32I saw how bad the first photo was of the top of the hill, so I took another one. It seems that Winwood Heights was being photographed by a lot of people today.

I could not see who they were below, or who was in the pods, but I put my best grin on and waved away. No acknowledgements or return waves received.

So, I stuck to photographicalisationing a few more efforts. I noted that we had attracted the Constabulary. I’d love to know who the lady was in the period gown, HRH? ♥

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5Fri33Hello, are two more Police Ossifers with long shadows, going along Chestnut Walk, now! I wonder if they were checking on social-distancing, drug-dealing, or just after some freebie-nibbles? Hahaha!

I decided I’d been photographed enough, ignored, and needed a wee-wee. So, of I trotted to the wet room.

WD 50.0.0 On returning to 5Fri34the balcony, I took the last snap of some folks down below, I think it might have been relatives of tenants, knowing we’d (well some of us) be in out pods, who’d come to visit from a sage, or even, safe, distance?

I attempted to close the windows. Hahaha! What a farce! I tried all sorts to get the panes to go back where I moved them from. I got a little frustrated with myself. I boldly applied extra pressure and raised the glass at the same time, and they closed? I’m really sure what I did, but it worked. It would be nice to know how I did it.

Then I thought I heard some banging, and thought it might not be Herbert, but someone at the door, so I went to investigate…

WDP 1LdWD 50.0.0 The door handle and fittings that were already loose, just fell off! Now, this was bad, but it had a good side to it!

With just going on the balcony earlier, I came the missing box of screwdrivers. Safely ensconced in the three-wheeled-walker! Good job, too, or it would have meant my disturbing someone to get help. I managed to get the mechanism back inside the slot and tighten things up. Smug Mode-Engaged!

5Fri35Blimus, it’s late! Got the nosh on the go. I got the superb, kindly donated Melton Mowbray pork pies, silverskin onions and terrible, bitter-tangy, sour tomatoes on the plate. Then, got the superb-tasting ‘Naturally Imperfect’ chips in the oven, and readied some Petit Pois in a pot for later cooking.

I got my meal served up, on the tray. Rather a lot this time, but I felt I could manage it all, especially with not having any dinner the day before.

WD 50.0.0 I had to nip to the wet room for a wee-wee and found that Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding again. This cost me the meal going cold, and the usual agony, and some arghing. Hehehe! I got things cleaned up, changed PPs, washed and back to the semi-warm meal.

WD 50.0.0 5Fri35aGot the fodder to the recliner, and found that the balcony doors clicked open of their own accord? Baffled as to why; I investigated. The catch was not snapping in, and I had a hell of a job, fiddling and guessing which position the lock button should be in, and trying to work out how. By pure chance came to the rescue, and I got it locked at last. It didn’t do me much confidence-wise when I realised I had three keys, all different?

WDPT06LWD 50.0.0 The food was stone cold by the time I got down in the c1968, second-hand, £300 rickety, none-working recliner, to eat. Then, I realised I could not find the TV remote control! 

I had the most extended search in history to find the controller, but no luck whatsoever!

5Fri36WD 50.0.0 What should’ve been a super-nosh, ended up being picked at, and only got a 4/10 for a taste-rating! It looked so delicious as well. All those wonderful chips wasted. The gorgeous petit pois, too. The only things that were not spoilt by being cold were the Morrocan tomatoes, but they were really foul-tasting, bitter and almost juiceless. Grumblebotherations!

WD 50.0.0 I put the things in the washing-up bowl to soak and conducted planned search for the TV remote. All rooms checked, no success! I settled down, resigned to having no TV to help me fall asleep! Bad, that! Yet, within minutes, despite the Thought Storming, I nodded off. Yeehaa!

WD 50.0.0 I woke up minutes later, to the sound of something thudding? I struggled out of the recliner, grabbed the stick, and went on a look around, to find what might have caused the noise. I found a lot of books on the bookcase had fallen over. Indeed this would not have been noisy enough to wake me up? But I could see nothing else untoward anywhere.

6Sat01WD 50.0.0 As I was successfully failing to get back to kip, the wall-clock fell off the wall!

My Gawd; is the building about to collapse?

WD 50.0.0 As I struggled up and to the clock with the stick and picker-upperer, the mini vacuum cleaner, fell out of its charging base!?!? What?

Ah, the mysterious wonders of 72, Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission?

Feb 10fI settled once again, with the thought, well, dream, of getting some sleep. The late sunshine burst through the flimsy, thin curtains, lighting up the legs.

I was probably the way the pins were resting on the chair, but they looked to be getting some more meat on them? I swear, the long toenails hurt in their own right, along with the Colin Cramps attack at the time I took this shot.

When the evening sunshine dipped, I was soon in the land of nod!

At last!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 7th May 2020: 26hrs without any kip! Humph!

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Thursday 7th May 2020

Bulgarian: Четвъртък, 7 май 2020 г.

00 May 07 linda N

GM2green05I’d amazingly fell asleep early last night, amazing! It didn’t last long, though.

WD 0.50.0 I woke with a rare and nervewracking, alarming, urgency, in desperate need of a wee-wee! Fumbled my way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, uncomfortable, not-operational, tatty, dangerous, flea-bitten, rickety recliner. Caught my balance, grabbed the stick, and off to the wet room.

Considering how thin the legs have gone over the last 24hrs. I was caught out by the ferocity and length of the evacuation. I was almost drained and tired by the time it had finished. Where did that torrent come from? I hobbled to the kitchen and got the medications out.

4Thu01WD 0.50.0 This was when a possible cause for the flood came to mind. It is possible, with the medications being all mixed up and some got lost when I took the tumble and spilt the tablets and pills, on Monday. I may have taken Furesomide instead of either Codeine or a Beta-blockers? But, who knows. There is definitely no fluid retention in the pins, in fact, they are the thinnest they have ever been, for some unknown reason.

I did the earhole olive-oiling, Saccades eyes sprayed. Got the kettle on, and… flipping ‘eck, it was back to the wet room for another wee-wee!

WDP4WD 0.50.0 Another almost tiring, right uncomfortable LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting) version. This time, with a lot of back-spraying. Which needed cleaning up, during which I caught the toes of the right foot against the metal seat support, I managed to avoid shouting out loud, but curses silently flowed from my lips, with the pain making me wince a bit! This flow came to an abrupt end. I washed the hands after cleaning up, and the bar of vegetable soap shot out of my grasp, hit the far right wall and fell downwards. I still haven’t found it yet. Tsk!

4Thu03WD 0.50.0 I started on the computer, and WordPress was refusing to save my work? I could not find out if it was WordPress or the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet playing up again. Ah, I see the computer box lights flashing, and some are off altogether!

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It’s incredible how some people, go out of their way to make people loathe and hate them like Fries does! Swine!

WD 0.50.0 It’s still new in the day, too early to sign-in for the Icelands ‘At-Risk’ list to book an order. I hope that Mr Fries pathetic farce of an imitation internet supplying company are back on again before 09:00hrs. Not as it says, that it will guarantee a slot being available anyway.

Makes you sick, all mist and mirrors and lies!

WD 0.50.0 Off for yet another wee-wee. Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding now! My life reminds me of a joke… this one:

Inchcock used to say that he was the unluckiest person he knew. He had never won anything or had anything good happen to him in his entire life. Until now.

Inchcock was clearing out his junk room when he came upon an old painting and a violin. Thinking they might be valuable, he took them to the auction house to be valued.

The appraiser said, “Inchcock, I’ve good news, and I have some bad news!”

“What’s the good news?” Inchcock asked.

“The good news is that you have a Stradivarius and a Picasso,” replied the appraiser.

“I can’t believe my luck!” cried Inchcock “Nothing like this ever happens to me!”

“Well I wouldn’t get ahead of yourself Inchcock” continued the appraiser, “Because the bad news is that Stradivarius was a terrible painter and Picasso was no good with violins!”

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I got some photographs of the moon taken while I was non compos mentiss over the internet. I was so pleased with the results. (which, of course, do not show the thirteen failed shots I made, Tsk!)

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4Thu03aWell, I’m up as gum-tree now! I went and got the veg prepped and into the crock-pot.

I had a very mild Dizzy Dennis visit, which didn’t long. But got Shaking Shaun attending me afterwards, and that is something new. Still, okay, now.

4Thu02Then, off for another wee-wee. Things were less powerful this time, and not so much released either. The fungal lesion was not bleeding, that was something at least! Is my ill-fortune changing?

The plates (feet) and toes were still giving me some bother and stinging. Considering that I have done so little walking (well, hobbling about), I was surprised about this. And boy, were they pale!

Hello, the internet’s has come back on. (For heaven’s sake, don’t tell Mr Fries!)

At long last, I got started on the updating of the Tuesday diary. As I achieved success and got it finished, one more trip to the wet room was needed. This time, still a forceful effort, but much shorter. It makes me wonder where it is all coming from?

Made a brew, and got on with Pinteresting a few snaps. Then on WordPress reading. Next, Facebooking for a few hours. Added to the picture galleries.

4Thu11Off for, unbelievably, another wee-wee.

The knees and pins (legs) were looking far less Clopidogrelled.

A little more colour in them as well.

I went on to CorelDraw to make up some graphics for later use.

Jenny kindly rang me to ask if I was alri4Thu12ght for bread and milk, which I am. I thanked her for thinking of me.

I checked the Google calendar for tomorrow: Yee-ha! Only one item on for Friday 8th May, Great! (That is I hope so, there may be something I’ve missed off?) It has been known before.

I turned off the computer, and pondered a moment or two, on what to have for nosh tonight. After a while, I realised I was not hungry at all, really.

So I decided to just have some nibbles of some sort, later on.

It’d been a long time since I’d had a wee-wee but found the urge coming on once more and with a sense of urgency this time! It was a painful trip to the wet room, and I made it JIT (Just-in-time) with no by the narrowest of margins.

4Thu10aThe evacuation was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) variety for a change. Changed the PP’s in case any leakages in my rush had gone unnoticed.

I saw that the tiny hotel-room type freebie tablet of vegetable soap was holding up well after several uses. I like the lather it gives off.

Freshened up, and found myself feeling in an anomalistic frame of mind. The EQ warned me of more hassle to come! I did not feel poorly or even under the weather, but a vagueness lingered, and unexplainable sense, like: It’s coming and will have to be coped with? Confused? So am I! Tsk!

I gathered some nibbles and a bottle of orange juice around me and got down to watch TV. But watching what was on, I lost all interest. So, I went on a radio channel and listened to a documentary. I stayed awake all the way through the hour-long programme, and during it, ate a banana, orange, some cashew nuts and a fair few Mini-cheddar biscuits.

With so little sleep last night, I’d hoped to catch-up on it a bit. So, earlier than normal, I took out the hearing aids and removed the glasses. Pulled the woolly hat over my eyes, and within a few minutes, I’d nodded-off! Great!

Then the farce began…

WDP 4LWD 0.50.0 I was woken up a few minutes later, with clumping noises coming from somewhere I could not identify. They stopped quickly. Of course, this meant I had to get out of the c1968 recliner, to have a look around in case something had fell over somewhere in the flat. But I found nothing untoward. Back down in the chair. And surprised myself with how quickly I drifted off again.

WDP 4GLWD 0.50.0 The mobile phone flashed and burst into life. Huh! I struggled free of the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner, caught my balance, and as I got to the mobile, it stopped ringing! Harrumph! Back to the recliner, took the mobile with me in case, grumped and groaned silently to myself and back to sleep!

WDP 03LWD 0.50.0 An hour or so later, the landline rang out and flashed! I could have cried! On my feet once more, and stubbed my toe on the swivel chair leg, going to phone. Which delayed me, and the ringing ceased! What the hell is happening here? Ghosts? Aliens? I settled back down, but it took me an aeon to get back to sleep. The Thought-Storms started, I could stop them, on and on at me they flowed. I don’t know why; they were mostly nonsense, imaginary fears and worries, but twisted enough to keep me awake.

WDP 02LRdWD 0.50.0 Then, another call for a wee-wee. I threw caution to the wind in my haste, and rolled out of the chair, grabbed the stick and was hobbling to the wet room, in record time. Yes, it was another urgent one! I didn’t make it in time! Embarrassment-Mode-Engaged! Surely, these must be Furesomide induced wee-wees? I had a wash and change of PP’s, and I must have looked (because I was), stupified as I returned to the rickety recliner. My heart was racing, Anne Gyna, the toes, and Duodenal Donald were all having a go at me now!

When I first got settled a few hours ago, I was feeling better than I had done for ages. Now it was a damaged, injured, mentally insecure, wreck, of an old man who got back into his ancient, non-working recliner. I tried to resist the brain’s workings again, and eventually drifted off, into the comforting embrace of Sweet Morpheus! I think I was dreaming about a young lady from many years ago…

WDP01bWD 0.50.0 Later on, Globdangerations & Grumpworthiness! The mobile phone flashed and rang out! I reached out onto the Ottoman, grabbed the phone (It may have got wet from the tears falling – only joking!), it was Sister Jane, I’d now got not only Shaun, Donald, Anne and Reflux Roger bothering me, but Stuttering Stephanie joined in! I was only half-aware of what was happening and struggling to get my words out like never before. Jane said for me to watch BBC 1, great news! I’m not certain what else was said.

WDP 2aWD 0.50.0 Argh! Another wee-wee needed! I fought my way out of the rickety recliner yet again, not so urgent this time. But having been caught-out earlier, I was taking no chances, and I got to the WC in good time. The evacuation was the same as the previous two. The problem was that Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding! So, I had to do a cleaning up, medicating session and change the PPs again!

I’ve already been up for over 20 hours. But could I get to sleep again? No!

I’m not sure which Aliens, Ghosts, Goblins or God I’ve upset, enough to be denied rest and sleep like this – but I apologise! Beg for forgiveness, and sleep! That might do the trick?

I gave up and got up. Updated this blog, between wee-wees and Duodenal Donald’s and Anne Gyna’s stabbings, in a mood of acceptance.

I got caught as far as here and went to make a brew. When looking out of the window, I spotted a fire of some sort way in the distance. So took some photos of the scene, and one well zoomed-in one of the fire-smoke in the far distance.

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I thought I’d finish this blog and get it posted off, cause with the picnic in the pod tomorrow, and the state I’ll be in with no sleep, Humph!